Chapter 246: Chapter 246: A Pool of Azure Ancient Juice
"Hurry up, you guys!"
Lang Ye shouted angrily, then walked to one side, taking the opportunity when no one noticed, he slipped into the shadows, secretly following Lang Yu who was escorting two members of the Wind Spirit Race.
By the riverbend, Feng Zhi, Feeng Yao, and thirty other Wind Spirits disguised as Blood Evil Sect members, were carrying goods ashore, then looking for a chance to infiltrate deeper.
Up above, Chu Ming was pondering, his eyes shining with a focused light, then his figure flickered and disappeared.
"Hmph, I’m about to break through to the Meridian Unlocking Realm, and then I’ll be a Blood Envoy!"
As Lang Yu walked, he thought of the benefits of soon reaching the Meridian Unlocking Realm, getting more excited as he thought, quickening his pace.
"Lord Lang Yu."
"Lord Lang Yu."
Many on the road greeted Lang Yu, who puffed up his chest in response.
Tomorrow, you’ll have to call me Blood Envoy Lang Yu!
As he ventured deeper, there were fewer and fewer people around.
The night was dark, and the air was filled with the fishy smell of the river.
"Brother Lang Yu."
Suddenly, a voice called out.
"Hmm?!"
Lang Yu abruptly turned his head, seeing a shadow in the darkness to his right.
"Lang Ye, what do you want?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to discuss those women with Brother Lang Yu."
Lang Ye stepped out of the shadows, a sinister smile on his face.
"You want to snatch them?" Lang Yu could hear the implication.
"Borrow from Brother Lang Yu, how could that be considered snatching?"
Lang Ye took a step forward, revealing another person behind him.
"Lang Rui!" Seeing this person, Lang Yu’s expression changed drastically.
"Brother Lang Yu, I advise you to hand over the two Wind Spirit women. Once I break through to the Meridian Unlocking Realm, I’ll personally help you find the Meridian Unlocking Realm’s Internal Organs, or else..." Lang Rui’s eyes were vicious.
"Die!"
As the words fell, Lang Ye and Lang Rui, both at the Refining Organ Realm Perfection, had already transformed into wolves, their gleaming claws reaching for Lang Yu.
Lang Yu was instantly filled with terror, trying to transform into a wolf.
But just as his claws took shape, his pupils dilated infinitely.
Pfft—
Blood splattered, and Lang Yu’s head flew off on command.
"See, that’s the fate of those with a small mind. Had you given me one earlier, you wouldn’t have ended up like this."
Lang Ye kicked Lang Yu’s body aside, full of disdain.
"Brother Lang Ye, you can’t say that. If Lang Yu had given them to you, I wouldn’t have gotten this chance."
Lang Rui laughed sinisterly, looking towards the two Wind Spirit women.
"Haha, Brother Lang Rui is right. Let’s hurry and take them to Elder Lang Qian."
They both laughed heartily, preparing to escort the two Wind Spirit women further.
Just at this moment.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A black and golden streak of light shot out from the darkness, piercing through Lang Ye and Lang Rui’s foreheads with ease.
Chu Ming then emerged from the shadows.
"Elder Feeng Yao!" Wind Spirit Feeng Ruoruo and Feeng Yi’er spoke simultaneously.
At this moment, Chu Ming had already disguised himself as Elder Feeng Yao of the Wind Spirit Race.
He nodded pretentiously, taking their spoils, hiding the bodies of the three, and then disguised himself as Lang Yu in front of the two women again.
"Let’s go, Ru’er, Yi’er, you may still need to endure some hardship."
"Elder Feeng Yao, as long as we can rescue the clan members, it’s worth it."
"Good."
Disguised as Lang Yu, Chu Ming escorted the two women towards the camp.
"Halt, who are they?"
The camp guards stopped them.
"Wind Spirit Race."
"Hmm?" The guard’s eyes shifted slightly, "How can you prove it?"
Chu Ming slapped Feeng Ruoruo, causing her pupils to turn green instantly.
"They really are Wind Spirit Race!"
"Proceed."
Chu Ming escorted the two women, continuing on until they reached the center of the camp.
"Lord Blood General."
"Enter."
The door opened, and Chu Ming brought the two women inside.
Inside the tent, a person of Upper Meridian Unlocking Realm Perfection sat, with a ten-meridian expert on the left, and a seven-meridian strong person on the right.
"Lord Blood General, they are from the Wind Spirit Race."
"Oh?" Lang Qian of the Wolf Race’s eyes lit up.
A bit surprised, but not much.
"Not bad, to actually capture two Wind Spirits, reward them!"
Lang Qian waved his hand, and the Meridian Unlocking person on the right threw a blood-stained bag at him, the contents of which needed no explanation.
"Thank you, Lord Blood General."
"You may go."
Disguised as Lang Yu, Chu Ming withdrew from the tent, carrying the blood-stained bag, leaving the camp, then blending back into the shadows.
[Sword Gourd Spirit] simultaneously locked onto the Meridian Unlocking individuals within the camp, as well as the thirty Wind Spirit Race members approaching this location.
Inside the main tent.
"Lang Cheng, take them away."
"Yes."
The seven-meridian person named Lang Cheng escorted Feeng Ruoruo and Feeng Yi’er out of the tent.
Following this.
"It seems the Wind Spirit Race has been fooled, Brother Lang Qian is indeed wise." On the left, Blood Evil Sect’s ten-meridian expert Guan Qiu chuckled softly.
"Hehe, Brother Guan, I just relay messages and run errands, the key is Lord Yaan’s profound strategy."
Lang Qian said as he stood up.
"I believe the Wind Spirit Race is infiltrating, I must report to Lord Yaan immediately, so I won’t be drinking with Brother Guan any longer."
Lang Qian walked out of the tent, heading in another direction.
Before long, Lang Qian stood on a high place, secretly watching the thirty creeping Wind Spirits below.
His mouth curled into a cruel smile, quietly leaving the place, heading towards the distant palace.
Moments later, in front of the palace.
"Lord Yaan."
"Lang Qian, come in and speak."
"Yes."
Lang Qian bowed and entered the hall.
Within the hall, a middle-aged man sat high on a throne, imposing and naturally commanding respect. To his left sat someone in the Upper Meridian Unlocking Realm Perfection, similar in strength to Lang Yu.
"Report to Lord Yaan, the Wind Spirit Race has taken the bait."
"How many have come?" the middle-aged man on the throne asked in a deep voice.
"Two decoys, followed by thirty tails, the strongest among them are two in the Seven Meridian Unlocking stage from the Wind Spirit Race."
"Only thirty?" Yaan Qian furrowed his brow, "Ignore them, let them rescue the people."
"What? Lord Yaan?" Lang Qian was visibly stunned.
"You don’t need to concern yourself with the Wind Spirit Race anymore. You and Guan Qiu will hold the river bend; this time, I will personally make a move."
"I want to see how many remnants of the Wind Spirit Race are left."
"Does Lord Yaan intend to let the tiger return to the mountain for a full capture?" Yaan Da, the Upper Meridian Unlocking Realm Perfection said from below.
"Exactly." Yaan Qian nodded slightly, "Yaan Da, you will come with me."
"Yes."
Lang Qian hesitated upon hearing this.
"Why, Brother Lang Qian, do you not trust Lord Yaan?" Yaan Da asked disdainfully.
Lang Qian quickly bowed: "Lord, if the Wind Spirit Race rescues the people, then the Wind Spirit Azure Ancient Tree sapling in the tree prison..."
"It’s fake; the lord has long replaced it." Yaan Da said scornfully.
Ah, I see.
Lang Qian instantly breathed a sigh of relief: "Lang Qian wishes Lord Yaan to capture all remnants of the Wind Spirit Race in one sweep, and I thank the lord on behalf of the Wolf Race."
"Hehe, you know what to do now, right?" Yaan Qian looked at Lang Qian.
"I will prepare the boats and let the tree prison relax its defenses."
"Mm, go ahead."
"..."
In the shadows.
Chu Ming overheard Lang Qian and the conversation of the Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm expert named ’Lord Yaan,’ forming further speculation in his mind.
It seems that the Wolf Race and the Blood Evil Sect are deliberately luring the Wind Spirit Race here, and in order to capture them completely, the Blood Evil Church is allowing the Wind Spirit Race to rescue people.
"If that’s the case..."
Chu Ming’s eyes gleamed with determination.
If the Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm strong person leaves the river bend, then the chance of destroying this place will greatly increase.
The Sword Gourd Spirit continued to investigate.
Lang Qian, who was assigned by the Wolf Race, left the hall, quickening his pace towards another direction.
Soon, he arrived at a green tree prison ahead of Lang Cheng, who was escorting Feeng Ruoruo and Feeng Yi’Er.
After giving orders in secret, he returned to the dock to prepare the boats.
Up to this point, Chu Ming no longer focused on Lang Qian but instead controlled the Sword Gourd Spirit to lock onto Lang Cheng, who was escorting Feeng Ruoruo and Feeng Yi’Er.
Soon, Lang Cheng also arrived at the green tree prison.
The tree prison appeared heavily guarded with a Meridian Unlocking expert in command and over ten Refining Organ Realm individuals patrolling.
But Chu Ming knew that once the thirty Wind Spirit Race members arrived, these forces would not fully engage; Lang Qian of the Wolf Race had already given orders in advance.
He continued to control the Sword Gourd Spirit to investigate the green tree prison.
Inside the tree prison, more than a hundred Wind Spirit Race members were imprisoned.
These individuals sat in circles, spreading outward, while in the center was a high platform with a green sapling placed atop.
Upon close inspection, the hundreds of Wind Spirit Race members seemed to have roots wrapping beneath them, with the source of those roots from the sapling.
Chu Ming controlled the Sword Gourd Spirit to lock onto the platform and sapling.
Huh?
His expression suddenly changed.
Inside the platform, under the roots of the sapling, was a pool brimming with azure green liquid.
He was very familiar with that liquid — it was Azure Ancient Juice.
A whole pool of Azure Ancient Juice!
In terms of his own Azure Ancient Juice supplies, it was more than twenty or thirty times over!
Based on previous overheard conversations, Chu Ming comprehended why the Wolf Race wanted to capture Wind Spirit Race members.
Utilizing Wind Spirit Race members and the clan tree for mass production of Azure Ancient Juice.
Chu Ming looked again at the sapling.
Sensing it, he realized the sapling was just an ordinary sapling, showing no unusual traits.
The sapling was not the Wind Spirit Clan Tree nor the Wind Spirit Azure Ancient Tree, but the juice in the pool was indeed real.
Lang Cheng escorted Feeng Ruoruo and Feeng Yi’Er into the green tree prison.
Not long after, by sensing, the thirty members of the Wind Spirit Race finally reached the green tree prison.
"Elder Feeng Zhi, Ru’er and Yi’er are just ahead, and... I sensed other clan members." Feeng Yao whispered.
"I sensed them too." Feeng Zhi’s expression was somewhat stirred.
"What do we do now?"
"Since this place is where our clan members are imprisoned, the clan tree is likely inside; to prevent accidents..." Feeng Zhi considered briefly, and said with a solemn expression, "Elder Feeng Yao, I’ll distract the guards with Feeng Qee, Feeng Song, and Feeng Yi while you go inside to rescue the people."
"Elder Feeng Zhi... I’ll distract the guards, and you go inside to rescue the people."
Feeng Yao was unwilling.
Distracting the guards equated to sacrificing one’s life.
"Elder Feeng Yao, I’m an old man, with not much time left to live, but you are different; you are the hope of our clan!"
Feeng Zhi’s face was determined as he patted Feeng Yao gently, "Let it be decided."
"Feeng Qee, Feeng Song, Feeng Yi, come with me!"
Three members of the Wind Spirit Race stepped forward.
Feeng Zhi glanced back at the clan members, brushed off his disguise, reverting to his original appearance.
Silver-white hair, lined with wrinkles, deep bottomless eyes.
"Remember, once you rescue them, board the ship immediately, don’t wait for us!"
With those words, the four of them stepped out of the shadows.
"Who are you?!"
The guards immediately noticed them.
"Wolf Race scoundrels!"
Holding green weapons that looked like long sticks with spear-like pointed ends on both sides, the four charged at the enemy.
"Remnants of the Wind Spirit Race!"
The Blood Evil Church and the Wolf Race closed in.
"Hmph!"
Feeng Zhi snorted coldly, wielding the Wind Spirit Double-Pointed Spear against the foe.
Feeng Qee, Feeng Song, and Feeng Yi showed no fear either.
As they fought, they retreated.
Soon, most guards at the tree prison were drawn away, and even the late-stage Meridian Unlocking expert stationed by the Wolf Race was cooperatively led away.
"Rescue them!"
Hidden in the shadows, Feeng Yao suppressed his grief and rushed into the tree prison with his people.
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