Free Web NovelThe Peng Demon was captured, feeling incredibly wronged.
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As is well known, the Human Race is a species possessing wisdom and understanding of division of labor.
That is why they were able to defeat the Yao Race, who were naturally powerful and blessed with Bloodline Power.
In fact, the Yao Race was not even called the Yao Race before; it was to band together and keep warm against the Human Race that various clans united under the name Yao Race.
The Peng Demon was a wild bird that loved freedom.
It had relied on its speed to escape the combined attacks of military formations multiple times, scoffing at the Human Race's so-called 'cooperation'.
When it left its Family, its grandmother warned it that it was because he had not encountered a true Genius.
Today, the Peng Demon saw one.
“Why is that kid’s movement technique so fast?” freewebnøvel.com
The Peng Demon fled frantically, yet it could feel that Huang Donglai, wearing Buyun Boots behind him, was faster than it, even while carrying a person.
He was getting closer and closer!
It was ridiculous.
Even among avian Yao Beasts, its speed was outstanding!
“If this continues, I’ll be caught sooner or later!” The Peng Demon calculated, its heart seized with alarm.
If it was caught, a confrontation would be inevitable.
Once they started fighting, it was half-step sixth-grade, close to the Human Race's Inner Scenery, fighting two Guan Shen...
The Peng Demon suddenly paused.
That’s not right.
The advantage was with it, almost a complete Rolling.
The Peng Demon stopped with a whoosh.
Why was it running?!
“I can’t outrun you, but I can’t beat you?!”
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A moment later.
In front of the nest on the cliff.
The Peng Demon, with a large lump on its bald head and tied securely, was thrown to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Hmm? Brother Murong, what’s wrong with you, Brother Murong?”
Li Mo suddenly froze, then became wary.
Murong Xiao was lying there with his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, drooling.
He looked like someone who had failed to abstain from lust for many years.
“Brother Li, is there a possibility that he inhaled more Soft Tendon Powder than the Peng Demon?”
“Makes sense.”
Li Mo began to search for Medicinal Pills to detoxify him. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
But he had recently acquired too many new Medicinal Pills and Heaven And Earth Treasures, plus what Huang Donglai had picked along the way, so he couldn’t find it immediately and had to slowly identify them.
Fortunately, Huang Donglai was beside him, which made his identification process faster.
“This is...”
“Brother Li, this is Thousand Centipede Corrosive Ash, specifically used for destroying bodies and erasing traces.”
“Oh, oh, what about this one?”
“This is Five-Colored Poison Fungus; if anyone eats it, they will fall into severe hallucinations, unable to distinguish reality from dreams.”
“This Medicinal Pill looks so good, it should be...”
“Brother Li! This is Half-Step Ecstasy! Don’t let its appearance fool you; it might even taste a bit sweet. It’s essential for home and travel, but eating it will make you laugh to death!”
Li Mo searched for a long time.
Midway, he accidentally dropped the Forty with a ‘thud’ onto the ground.
“You, are you... people of the Demonic Sect?”
The dazed Peng Demon barely regained consciousness, looking at them with fear.
It heard that some extremely wicked individuals among the Human Race were like their Yao Race’s Disaster Beast.
“What nonsense are you squawking? We are proper, upright, and renowned sects, otherwise, how could you fall into our hands?”
“This is called evil never triumphs over good!”
Li Mo picked up the hammer, frowning.
“......”
The Peng Demon looked at the tortoise shell binding on its body, the bottles and jars of poison scattered on the ground, and that hammer, sharp and radiating a murderous aura, incredibly vicious.
Then it recalled their strange fighting style.
“I don’t want to tongue-kiss with humans.”
The Peng Demon cried out, its voice harsh and unpleasant. It felt it was finished; its tongue would surely be cut off and used for drinks.
Bang—
Xiao Li gave it a rap on the head, and another small lump appeared on top of the large lump on the Peng Demon's bald head.
“Stop squawking. I’ll ask, you answer. If you confess truthfully, I’ll consider letting you live.”
Li Mo said with a stern face.
The Tianming Divine Eye showed that although this Peng Demon often harassed towns, it didn’t like to eat people; instead, it preferred to plunder cattle and sheep or sneak into granaries to feast.
“Really?”
“You only have this path: to believe me.”
“Then ask.”
The Peng Demon swallowed, becoming obedient.
“You’ve seen this woman, right?”
Li Mo took out a red bean mochi mooncake.
The Peng Demon’s eyes were even bigger than the mooncake. To see clearly, its strong survival instinct almost made it cross-eyed.
“It’s her? Of course, I’ve seen her!”
“She’s practically a living rakshasa! Look at the feathers on my head! She’s the one who cut them off!”
The Peng Demon poured out its grievances.
“Where did she go?”
Li Mo took a bite of the mooncake and asked.
“Qingluan Clan.” The Peng Demon thought, ‘Could this be that woman’s enemy?’
Otherwise, why would he want to eat her so badly?
“If you want to pursue her, you can only wait for her to come out of the Qingluan Clan.”
“The Qingluan Clan is small in number but very powerful, and they forbid the Human Race from approaching, even male Yao Beasts.”
“I don’t know why, but she was able to enter as an exception and was even received by the Clan Chief...”
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Qingluan Clan.
It was autumn, yet this place was full of vitality.
The trees were exceptionally tall, their roots and leaves subtly displaying a ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) magnificent blue-green hue, making this already beautiful place seem even more like a fairyland on earth.
On the trees, roads and treehouse buildings were connected, as if forming a fortress built in the air.
A blue-clad woman walked slowly among the fortresses. Her figure was no different from an ordinary person, but her hands were wings, and her legs were bird claws.
She flapped her wings and flew to the treehouse at the top of the canopy.
There, she saw a young girl dressed in a celadon skirt standing.
The girl's expression was like frost settling at night, her eyes clear as a cold moon, and a layer of aloof indifference seemed to surround her, enclosing her in her own world.
Perhaps even a pure-blooded Qingluan like the Old Ancestor was not as cold and lonely as this.
Actually, she wasn't like this when she first arrived at the Qingluan Clan; especially when eating a certain kind of pie, a smile would even appear at the corner of her mouth.
Recently, she hadn't been seen eating mooncakes, and the time she spent frowning increased.
Could it be that the mooncake had some magical power that made people happy?
Ding-a-ling—
The blue-clad woman shook the bell on her wrist with a peculiar frequency.
“Did the Old Clan Chief summon me?”
Ying Bing asked.
The blue-clad woman nodded.
One person and one bird shuttled through the canopy of blue-green trees, stepping through dappled shadows, occasionally allowing the girl's body to be tinged with a faint glow.
Ding-a-ling-ling~
The blue-clad woman shook the bell again, meaning:
“I really envy you.”
“Envy what?”
Ying Bing pulled her thoughts back.
The blue-clad woman continued to shake the bell to express her meaning:
“I envy that you can speak.”
Those with the Qingluan Bloodline are destined to be unable to vocalize throughout their lives, even after transforming, they still cannot make a sound.
Unless they find their destined one.
But how easy is that?
A Qingluan might very well go its entire life without being able to make a sound.
The blue-clad woman found it somewhat unimaginable that this girl, whose Bloodline was unimaginably noble, actually...
She grew even more curious:
“Who is the person you’re thinking of?”
“He is...”
Ying Bing’s cold eyes rippled slightly, and her tone softened for some reason. Sunlight scattered on her crystal-clear eyelashes, staining them with a trembling twilight.
“He is a Wang Qi Dou Hun.”
