parentshiftbook Chapter 136: Further into the Western Poison Forest
Chapter 136: Further into the Western Poison Forest
He couldn't possibly apologize to Zhang Ping.
But if he didn't back down, he was afraid of dying!
After a moment's hesitation, between losing face and losing his life, Miao Zhan ultimately chose the former.
However, just as he was about to speak, Zhang Ping scoffed:
"Muya, do it! Kill that man!"
Zhang Ping's expression turned cold.
If Miao Caixin were still alive and the Gu poison had not yet been formed, he might have been more patient and spared Miao Zhan's life.
But now that he has obtained the essence poison and Miao Caixin is dead, why should he give face to the Southern Border royal family anymore?
He repelled the demons and saved the entire royal city. In terms of merit and prestige, these people should be the ones respecting him!
Before Zhang Ping could finish speaking, a rainbow appeared in Mu Ya's hand and exploded instantly!
Miao Zhan's expression changed drastically. He had barely managed to squeeze out a muffled syllable when the rainbow pierced through his forehead, killing him instantly.
The colossal beast flapped its wings, which blotted out the sky, and the resulting gale swept up Miao Zhan's corpse, swallowing it whole with a single gulp of its massive maw.
Zhang Ping stood firmly on the giant beast's broad back, his arms crossed over his chest.
The warriors of the sacred mountain below all lowered their heads, silent as cicadas in winter.
Seeing this, a hint of contempt flashed across Zhang Ping's lips as he glanced down at the ruins of the royal city, which had fallen into chaos again after the war and was now fighting for resources.
"Take all the ancient books from the Holy Mountain and return to the Western Poison Forest," he said calmly.
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half a month later.
Spring breezes bring warmth, but after a few days of warmth, the chill of winter quietly returns.
This phenomenon is called "late spring cold snap" in Zhang Ping's hometown.
The herd of animals leisurely soared through the sky, occasionally catching a glimpse of wild beasts in the forests below, before swooping down to hunt them.
Muya stood beside Zhang Ping, saying little. As the Queen of the Western Poison Forest, she needed to maintain her dignity.
Mu Qing, who came with him, had her entire soft body almost pressed against Zhang Ping's back, her slender hands massaging his shoulders and neck.
"Young master, is this strength alright?" Her mature and beautiful face was full of charm, and Mu Qing's breath was as fragrant as orchids, her warm breath brushing against Zhang Ping's ear.
"Stop fooling around."
Zhang Ping was aroused by her teasing, but they had only just entered the Western Poison Forest and were still some distance from Dragon Mountain. It was really inconvenient to act on the back of this giant bird.
Seeing his reaction, Mu Qing smiled foolishly and restrained herself a bit. She was quite proper during the subsequent massage, but her ample breasts still inadvertently brushed against his back.
Helpless, Zhang Ping simply calmed his mind and stopped paying attention to the strange feeling in his body.
He focused his mind inward, immersing all his attention in the primal, entangled power within his body.
"This power is truly troublesome." He frowned slightly.
The black spear contained two kinds of power: one was the mixed resentment and evil energy formed by absorbing the life force of millions of living beings in the royal city; the other was the savage power that the Demon Lord drew from the headless giant in the black hole.
The malevolent aura is relatively easy to deal with; the gloomy gray aura generated by the mutation of the Ghost Blade can devour and dissipate it.
But this primal force, like a maggot clinging to a bone, stubbornly clung to the body. The gloomy gray mist had no effect on it whatsoever.
Zhang Ping could only grind it down relentlessly, gradually eroding its essence.
"This power feels unprecedented, even... as if it carries a faint sense of self-awareness?" He frowned, constantly trying to find other methods to accelerate the process of eroding the primal power.
Realizing this, he couldn't help but recall the "Divine Power Realm" mentioned by the Demon Lord and the requirement for "spiritual power".
A thought flashed through his mind: "Could it be that breaking through to the Divine Power Realm requires not only overcoming the limits of physical strength, but also tempering one's so-called spiritual power?"
The concept of "spiritual power" was unheard of in the martial arts system that Zhang Ping knew.
Even Wen Gaoyang had never mentioned it. He was clearly unaware of it.
If it weren't for the subtle consciousness characteristics revealed by the primal power within him, Zhang Ping wouldn't have made this connection.
If the speculation is true, the time required to eliminate this savage power will likely far exceed expectations.
Zhang Ping shook his head, temporarily suppressing his thoughts. His gaze then turned to the three enormous materials carried on the back of another giant beast beside him.
It has white arms that are tens of meters long, amethyst wings that shimmer with an eerie purple light, and a single horn wreathed in crimson flames.
"The lightning of the Sha Kui, the wind blade of the Black Tiger King, the fire power of the Unicorn Qilin... If I can successfully imprint these three beast patterns, my power will surely undergo a great increase."
Many powerful beastmen around frequently glanced at the three materials, sensing the immense aura lingering on them. Their eyes instinctively flashed with desire, yet they hesitated to approach.
Upon entering the depths of the Western Poison Forest, the group began to split up.
At this moment, Li Zhan's enormous figure arrived in front of them.
"Zhang Ping, the Southern Frontier has fallen. The demons' next target is likely the Great Wei human race," Li Zhan said in a deep voice, looking at Zhang Ping with his enormous bear eyes.
Zhang Ping nodded; this was perfectly reasonable. He looked at the pair of giant bear eyes, wondering what Li Zhan's plans were.
But then Li Zhan innocently tucked one of the bear's paws behind his back, fumbled around in the crevice of his buttocks for a moment, and pulled out a piece of white, jade-like... brick.
"I obtained this item by chance. It has the effect of dispelling demonic energy, and it may be useful to you."
Zhang Ping curiously took the white jade brick. It was icy to the touch, and a faint, restraining power emanated from it. Besides that... it had a strange smell.
Unfortunately, it had no effect on the primal power within him.
After a moment's thought, Zhang Ping decided to put it away. Its material was unusual; it might be useful in the future.
Thank you.
The War Bear Clan contributed significantly to this relief effort in southern Xinjiang, including their clan leader Li Zhan and another newly advanced War Bear at the Marrow Marrow Realm.
"Until we meet again!" Seeing Zhang Ping accept the white jade, Li Zhan waved his huge bear paw in the air, then led his people away.
Before long, apart from the female demons, only a few other beasts heading in the same direction remained in the vicinity.
"Let's go. I didn't expect to be back here again after only a few months." Zhang Ping stretched his limbs and looked into the depths of the forest.
A few more days passed.
The trees in the Western Poison Forest grew even more lush under the nourishment of spring, and tender green buds stubbornly sprouted from the broken stumps of the giant trees that had been broken in the battle.
The majestic Longshan Mountain is now in sight.
The mountain rises abruptly from the ground, towering into the clouds, its upper half hidden in the swirling mist.
From the foot of the mountain to below the clouds, the entire mountainside is covered with lush, verdant spirit trees! Various wooden houses are built against the trees, scattered like stars in the sky.
Some are square and simple, some are shaped like mushrooms, and some are stilted houses supported by several giant logs, scattered among them in a well-organized manner.
Perhaps it was the immense vitality contained within the Demon Spirit Tree that caused wildflowers to bloom all around Dragon Mountain, creating a dazzling spectacle.
The nymphs gathered flowers, wove them into strings, and carefully decorated the corners and eaves of the houses.
At first glance, it's as if you've stumbled into a vibrant fairytale wonderland.
Between the spirit wood houses, the half-grown female demons chased and frolicked, playing a game of tossing leaves.
The adult female succubus, with her graceful figure, wore only a simple leaf skirt and watched the children play with a smile.
The giant bird flapped its wings and flew across the sky, and the mountain witches all looked up, waving their arms joyfully into the air.
Muya smiled gently, flew off the bird's back, and waved to her tribesmen below.
Looking at this harmonious and warm scene, Zhang Ping couldn't help but smile faintly.
The giant bird quickly flew through the misty mountainside and reached the flat land at the summit. Two towering redwood trees stood like guardians.
A pure and gentle aura filled the air. Many female demons were quietly cultivating on the flat ground.
Upon seeing Muya's return, they all stood up: "Your Majesty!"
"No need for formalities, continue your cultivation." Muya waved her hand. Even after becoming a dragon demon and ascending to the throne, she still found it difficult to put on airs in front of her fellow clansmen.
The succubi also saw Zhang Ping behind Muya, and their eyes immediately lit up with enthusiasm as they gathered around him.
"Young Master Zhang!"
"Wow! Zhang Ping, what brings you here!" Mu Xiaoya, with a red leaf on her hair, poked her little head out from among the branches of the Dragon Spirit Tree and exclaimed loudly.
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into the night.
Zhang Ping sank deep into the room floor covered with soft, thick fur, feeling the softness beneath him, on his body, and all around him, which made him completely relax.
He lay quietly, watching the busy figures of the banshees.
All the fatigue and tension from the journey were washed away and soothed by this gentle and sometimes intense embrace.
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