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Chapter 134: Peacock Valley
Chapter 134: Peacock Valley
A gentle breeze swept across the mountainside.
In front of a smooth stone wall, a figure suddenly appeared without a sound.
Yan Xingkong dragged his right leg, which had lost all sensation, and pressed hard against his stomach. Even now, his entire face was still twitching uncontrollably. After taking two steps, he spat out another mouthful of bloody water, "Ptooey."
He wiped the corner of his mouth, and horror filled his eyes.
Back in Tingyang Prefecture, Yan Xingkong had noticed among his pursuers an extremely young and unfamiliar face, likely a newly trained demon hunter.
It seemed that the Demon Suppressing Bureau thought he was still playing around and didn't take the matter seriously.
Even after chasing him into demon territory, that young man had followed.
Only now did Yan Xingkong plan to show himself and remind the young man that this situation was entirely different from the past.
But before he could do so, he had just appeared when he was struck by a knee to the face.
The terrifying force within that blow almost made him think he had collided with a demon of comparable strength to a Core Formation Perfection expert.
"Well done! Well done!"
Yan Xingkong regained his senses from the intense pain, and instead of being angry, a sinister look appeared in his eyes.
He pinched a strange hand seal and then walked straight into the smooth stone wall.
The stone wall rippled, and soon returned to calmness, leaving only a few crimson bloodstains on the ground as proof that someone had indeed been there.
About an incense stick's time later.
Three figures walked up from the foot of the mountain, two of them Daoists with puzzled expressions, "The aura has disappeared?"
Xiao Qiangwei frowned slightly, not seeing any trace of Shen Yi. She then looked down at the bloodstains on the ground.
She quickly approached, closed her eyes to sense the aura with her fingertips, then opened her eyes to survey the surroundings, finally focusing on the stone wall in front of her.
She reached out and gently touched the wall.
The next moment, her pale white hand directly penetrated the stone wall.
"An illusionary formation?" Chunyang Daoist's eyes widened, no longer resembling the image of a White Cloud Temple expert.
Jingqing Daoist's face instantly turned solemn. Only a formation that could completely conceal one's aura would be used by a demon that had inherited such an extravagant treasure through generations.
It was just a pursuit of Yan Xingkong, how did they end up in such a place?
He cautiously took a half-step back and warned, "Xiao, stop! With such a formation, without the corresponding technique, a slight touch could attract the attention of demons..."
Although retrieving the lost martial arts was important, it wasn't worth risking their lives.
Perhaps this was Yan Xingkong's scheme, intentionally luring them here to play a trick, using demons to kill them.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qiangwei looked at the bloodstains on the ground again.
She didn't think Yan Xingkong was a match for Shen Yi, but based on her understanding of Shen Yi, if he dared to enter the Blackstone Pool, he wouldn't be stopped by a mere stone wall.
With this in mind, she suddenly stepped forward and entered.
...
The valley was quiet, and the spring water was like jade.
At the bottom of the valley, near the spring, stood several wooden houses.
Above, on the cliff, Yan Xingkong crawled on the ground, his aura completely suppressed, a skill he excelled at as the leader of the outlaws.
At this moment, his bloodshot eyes stared intently at the window of the wooden house below.
His ears slightly twitched, and despite the distance, he could hear the faint sound of conversation from within.
In the largest wooden house, an elderly man in a white robe sat with his eyes closed, appearing immortal, but the most peculiar feature was the radiant feathers covering both sides of his cheeks.
Beside him was an old woman brewing tea, also with feathers on her face, and she spoke with a regretful tone, "Ying'er is too willful. If not for pretending that I was in trouble, she wouldn't even bother to come back for a visit."
The old man coldly laughed, "If she weren't willful, how could she follow a mere martial artist around outside? Sister, we raised her, but she never listened to a single word of our advice. Such a daughter is better off disowned."
"And that Crimson Feather must be returned."
Their clan never married outside their group.
Using secret methods, they maintained the purity of their bloodline, only giving birth to two offspring per generation, a son and a daughter, and so the cycle continued, passing down through the generations.
Only then could they ensure that each generation would produce both Azure and Crimson Feathers.
Hone Ying was destined to be with her brother, but she recklessly escaped the valley and married a mortal in Qingzhou, an act of great defiance. It was as if she wanted to sever their lineage completely.
The old man grew angrier as he spoke, eventually standing up. "I feel my son is the one who's been wronged. To share a wife with a common mortal is a disgrace."
Just then, the old lady suddenly looked outside with a puzzled expression. "Someone's intruding into the valley?"
In an instant, their gazes turned cold. Moments later, a sinister smile appeared on the old man's face. "I was planning to wait until I broke through before going to Qingzhou to take his head, but this kid is smart enough to come here and die on his own."
"Jing'er, keep an eye on your sister. I heard that boy's movements are exceptional." The old lady reminded him indifferently.
As her words fell, the wooden door next door creaked open.
A youth with a delicate face stepped out, adorned in a luxurious feather robe that was almost overpowering. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing arms covered in blood.
He toyed with a beautiful crimson feather between his fingers, a smirk on his lips. "No need."
Inside the house, a large peacock lay on the bed, its once-beautiful feathers now dull. Its long tail feathers dragged on the ground, and its eyes were dim. Dried blood stained the massive bed, indicating that it had been dead for some time.
The two elders stepped out of the house, glanced over, and were slightly surprised, but they didn't say much. "Look at you, can't you be more discreet?"
"When Ying was alive, she served Yan Xingkong, so I can't let him off easily." Hone Jing's eyes were cold as he twirled the fiery red feather in his fingers. "I heard that when she was in Qingzhou, if Bai Ziming couldn't save someone, she would go and help, using our clan's treasures to aid the Demon-Slaying Bureau. It's preposterous!"
"No need for resentment. I'll capture Yan Xingkong for you, so you can vent your anger."
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly at the valley entrance.
He was a fully condensed core stage demon, and outside of Qingzhou, only a Demon-Suppressing General could make him feel threatened.
At the same time...
Xiao Qianwei and the others passed through the stone wall, finally getting a clear view of the secluded valley, a paradise-like place.
But in an instant...
Their faces changed simultaneously.
Not a trace of demonic aura could be felt on the entire mountain, but the moment they stepped into the valley, a powerful presence enveloped them.
A powerful demon! And not just one!
The two Daoists swallowed, gritting their teeth as they formed sword fingers almost simultaneously.
On the cliff above the valley, Yan Xingkong looked at the peacock's corpse inside the house. His eyes, once filled with bloodshot veins, were now eerily calm.
There was no surprise because he had already sensed his wife's death.
There was no bitterness because his eyes were now filled with a dense killing intent, leaving no room for anything else.
Hone Ying was a demon, and the ones here were demons too, and they never ventured into Qingzhou. No one would travel such a long distance to provoke them for the death of another demon.
The Demon-Slaying Bureau, the White Cloud Temple.
This was all the help Yan Xingkong could gather.
He slowly got up from the ground, wiped his right hand on a small cloth bag at his waist, and a dazzling golden bow appeared in his palm.
The bow was incredibly heavy, its arms adorned with flowing cloud patterns, surrounding a large sun, and even the bowstring emitted a bright white light!
(End of Chapter)
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