Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 34: Flying Wolf Encounter in Shiwan Mountain

After Qingyang took Wuzhan away, Huashan disciples entered the room and untied Xia Kexin and Bai Haotian. Huashan disciples wanted to apply medicine to Bai Haotian, but Bai Haotian refused. He stood up, covering his wound, and was about to walk out without saying a word. Xia Kexin shouted anxiously, "You are injured and haven't recovered yet. Where are you going?"

Bai Haotian paused and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to worry about this."

"No, if you want to go, I'll go with you!"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Haotian's figure disappeared.

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Qingyang brought Wuzhan down the mountain and came to the post station. Qingyang said, "The people have been released. It's time to talk now."

Wuzhan said calmly: "Don't be impatient, I still want to live a few more days, I will tell you slowly."

"If you play tricks again, I would rather give up the spell and kill you!"

"I won't play tricks again. That spell has nothing to do with me. It's just that you need it. But you are the only one who is left alive after entering there."

Qing Yang said angrily: "If you don't tell me tomorrow, I will never let you stay here again!"

At this moment, a ghostly figure flew into the room, sat on a chair, looked at Wuzhan, and said with a strange laugh: "Qingyang, why haven't you killed him yet?"

Qingyang did not answer, but asked, "Why did you come to see me?"

"Of course I have good news for you. The Imperial Master ordered us to go to the Shiwan Mountains outside Shu County and look for Changyang Mountain."

"Why are you going there?"

"You don't know where Xing Tian's seal is, do you? The State Master got the news and after investigation, it was found that Chang Yang Mountain should be hidden in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. If we can find Chang Yang Mountain and get the spells or relics he left behind, it may save us a lot of effort and accelerate the cause of Conferred God. Now the various sects of cultivation have sent people there to search for this mountain. If we leave too late, the things will be taken away by others."

"Is the legend true?"

"The Imperial Master said that it is not just a legend, it is absolutely true. We must go and look for it."

Qingyang's eyes lit up and he said, "Okay, let's go now!" He came in front of Wuzhan, quickly pressed Wuzhan's acupoints, and was about to walk out while carrying Wuzhan.

He Biliu laughed and said, "Why did you bring him here?"

"He knows the spell, and his life span is short. I'm afraid he'll be dead after we get back. If he doesn't tell me on the way, I'll kill him."

He Biliu laughed and said, "I think this kid is quite lucky. It's not easy for him to survive until now after falling into your hands." The two men left the house. Qingyang carried Wuzhan on his horse, jumped on another horse, and galloped towards Shu County with a dozen men in black.

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The bumps on the horse's back made Wuzhan's internal organs feel like they were about to burst, but he endured it all the time. When he arrived at an inn and rested at night, Qingyang asked with a smile, "If you tell me, I'll let you die more easily."

Wuzhan said weakly: "I will only tell you one sentence a day. I will tell you tomorrow morning."

It was late at night in the cold winter and the house was dark. Wuzhan was tied to a pillar. At first he started coughing violently and coughed up a lot of blood, which made the man in black unable to sleep. He cursed a few times, but later he was too lazy to curse anymore. In the second half of the night, Wuzhan began to practice "Mist Health Preservation Technique" and his breathing gradually became smoother.

Early the next morning, Qingyang came to Wuzhan, who had already written the first sentence of the spell on the ground. Seeing that Wuzhan was pale, Qingyang said nothing and gave him some food. After Wuzhan ate it, he continued on his way. Qingyang knew that Wuzhan could not escape, so he did not make things difficult for him. He let him ride on the horse and gallop with the team. Perhaps he was afraid that Wuzhan would die before he could finish the spell.

More than ten days passed, and they finally arrived at the border of Shu County. There was no snow here, and the climate was humid. Looking at the rugged and dangerous peaks, these people had to enter on foot. Wuzhe followed the team, walking and stopping. Qingyang had no choice but to let the men in black take turns carrying Wuzhe. Hebilu laughed and said, "I think you have found an ancestor to carry him every day." There was no road in the mountain, only cliffs, towering old trees, tangled roots, blocking out the sky, miasma, frequent wild beasts, poisonous insects and strange weeds everywhere. After climbing over ten peaks, there were still endless mountains in front. These were the Ten Thousand Mountains in Shu, where no one was living.

He Biliu often flew to the top of the mountain to look for a route, but finding Yangshan from among the vast mountains was like looking for a needle in a haystack. This might be the reason why Xingtian was sealed here.

Suddenly, they heard the howling of wild beasts in the distant valley, and vaguely heard someone shouting. Qingyang and He Biliu took the men in black and went there. These people were swift and agile, and soon they approached the valley. They saw several people in the deep forest being besieged by hundreds of flying wolves. These flying wolves had wings and could jump onto trees. They had sharp teeth and claws, and their hair was like needles. They were the same size as ordinary wolves, with fierce eyes, bared teeth and wild roars, and attacked swiftly. These people held long swords and took a defensive formation. Their clothes were stained red with blood. There were more than a dozen dead bodies of flying wolves in front of them. It was obvious that they had been fighting for a long time. Seeing Qingyang and others approaching, they were overjoyed. A young Taoist shouted to them, "I hope all Taoist friends can help us. The disciples of Songshan will be grateful."

He Biliu jumped onto a branch and said with a sneer, "Songshan is very famous, but it's useless. If you let me take action, what benefit have you given me?"

The young Taoist had heard of Hebiliu's bad reputation, but he was young and hot-tempered and did not take him seriously. "If you don't help, these wolves will attack you too. What good will it do you?"

"You are the one being attacked right now, not us. If they attack us, that is our own business and we will not ask you for help."

As they were talking, there was a wolf howl, and several flying wolves pounced on the five Songshan disciples from all directions. The Songshan disciples had extraordinary skills, and their long swords flashed. Before the flying wolves could get close, they were stabbed in the vitals and rolled to the ground and died. The flying wolves that flew down from the tree had their stomachs cut open by the Songshan disciples, and blood spurted all over their bodies. Before they could stop, the flying wolves began to attack frantically again. The scene was extremely tragic.

The flying wolf seemed to be able to smell that Qingyang and the others were not in the same group as the Songshan disciples, so it did not attack Qingyang and the men in black, but attacked the Songshan disciples wave after wave. After a long time, although the Songshan disciples had a high level of cultivation, they had consumed a lot of physical strength and gradually could not hold on.

The young Taoist priest who asked He Biliu for help was named Sun Haitong, the second disciple of Songshan. Seeing that He Biliu did not help, he stood aside and watched. After splitting the flying wolf, he shouted, "Big Brother, there are too many wolves. We can't kill them all. This is not a solution."

Behind him was a tall, thin, stern-faced young man in a grey Taoist robe. He was the eldest disciple of Songshan, Chang Bushu. He heard what He Biliu had just said and thought to himself, "Since you don't take action, I will force you to do it." He shouted to his fellow disciples, "Follow me and rush out." After he finished speaking, he jumped high into the air, swung his sword to kill the flying wolf that was rushing towards him, and rushed towards Qingyang. The other four disciples flew up and followed closely behind him. Seeing that the five were trying to escape, the wolves jumped up one after another. Although their wings could not allow them to fly for a long time, when they jumped up, they increased their flying time and speed. With a flap of their wings, they were like an arrow shot from a bow, howling and following closely behind at an astonishing speed.

The five men were extremely agile and in a few moments they almost reached the position of the man in black. Qingyang had anticipated that they would do this and ordered the man in black to jump onto a tree to avoid him. He then picked up Wuzhan with one hand and flew onto the tree as well.

Chang Buyu saw Qingyang and others climbing up the tree, and shouted, "Let's climb the tree too!" He tapped the tree trunks several times with his feet, and his body flew up, leaping to the position of the men in black. The flying wolves also flew up and pounced on them with their claws open. At this time, the men in black could no longer dodge and could only draw their weapons to resist the flying wolves. For a while, the men in black fought with the wolves and the situation became chaotic.

He Biliu cursed, "How insidious! How dare you take advantage of your neighbor and shift the blame to others." A black shadow rushed towards Chang Bu Yu, as fast as lightning. When it appeared in front of him, a sharp iron hook emerged from his sleeve. With a flash of white light, it stabbed towards Chang Bu Yu.

Chang Buyu swept his starry eyes around, held his sword horizontally to block, and the deadly hook pierced the sword, bending it. Chang Buyu took advantage of the momentum to fly to another tree, steadied himself, and sneered, "If you want to fight, how about getting rid of these flying wolves first, and then deciding the winner?"

He Biliu said, "Hehehe, I'll get rid of you first, then I'll get rid of the wolf." He rushed towards Chang Bu Yu again. Chang Bu Yu snorted coldly and said, "How unreasonable!" Instead of retreating, he advanced and swung his sword at the black shadow that was almost in front of him. The two fought together. Chang Bu Yu was worthy of being a disciple of a famous family. Although he was young, his cultivation was not inferior to He Biliu at all. If it had not been for the fight with the flying wolf, it would have been difficult for He Biliu to win. He Biliu said cautiously, "I have been famous for a long time, but now I can't defeat this young man immediately. Isn't my reputation ruined?" He moved faster and laughed strangely, covering Chang Bu Yu in the black shadow.

Chang Buyu realized at this time that the "Thousand Miles Chasing Soul" was not in vain. He could only defend against the swift attack and had no power to fight back. Seeing that his senior brother was forced by He Biliu, Sun Haitong swung his sword at the black shadow. The two of them attacked He Biliu together, but could only end in a draw. The wolves below were still attacking the men in black fiercely, and several of them were already injured. Qingyang saw that the situation was not good, and shouted to He Biliu: "Destroy these wolves first, don't forget the purpose of our coming here!"

He Biliu saw that two people were besieging him and it was difficult for him to win, so he laughed and said, "We'll settle the score later!" He flew out and landed on the ground. His figure was erratic. He stabbed the flying wolves to death when he met them. Chang Bu Yu and Sun Haitong did not stop either. They jumped under the tree and fought with the flying wolves.

Not long after, two men and one woman came over after hearing the noise. They were wearing pure white clothes and saw that everyone was besieged by the flying wolves. They joined the battle without hesitation. The cultivation of these three people was also not weak. Not long after, half of the flying wolves were killed or injured. Seeing that too many of their own kind were killed or injured, the wolves howled and retreated.

The flying wolf retreated, and Chang Buyu came up to the three men, bowed and saluted, saying: "Thank you three heroes for your help. The disciples of Songshan are grateful."

One of the handsome men in white replied, "It's just a small favor, not worth mentioning."

"My name is Chang Buyu. I wonder what your names are, and what families you come from?"

The man replied, "We are disciples of Tianshan. My name is Xiang Yuanxing, this is my junior brother Zhou Jintian, and the other one is my junior sister Su Qiaoqiao." Zhou Jintian had regular features and a well-proportioned figure, while Su Qiaoqiao was extremely beautiful, especially her beautiful eyes, which were extremely alluring. After seeing them, the disciples of Songshan could not take their eyes away.

Chang Buyu smiled and said, "You are indeed a famous and upright sect. We have long heard of your master's great reputation. It is an honor to meet three chivalrous men today!"

Xiang Yuanxing smiled and said, "We have long heard of the fame of Songshan Mountain. It is rare to see it!"

The two factions exchanged some pleasantries, and both knew the purpose of coming to the Ten Thousand Mountains, so they prepared to travel together. Qingyang, He Bilu and others left as soon as the wolves retreated, and continued to move forward towards the vast mountains.

(End of this chapter)