Dragon's Origin

Wang Sheng had absolutely no idea that he would incur a death sentence just because of this. But even if he knew, Wang Sheng would definitely just laugh it off.

For a while, Wang Sheng would definitely be hanging around in the Perpetual Killing Grounds. In the Perpetual Killing Grounds, who was Wang Sheng afraid of? Unless it was someone like Lingxu Old Daoist who also knew the Nine Words True Incantation, otherwise, even if ten or eight experts came, Wang Sheng would treat them as free meals.

A large team of over two thousand people was no small matter, and even the scale of clearing the path was vastly different. To avoid the trouble of leading multiple teams in the future, Wang Sheng simply decided to settle it this time.

The insects along the way were driven by Wang Sheng and the old Daoist to fifty meters away on both sides. What were they afraid of with more than two thousand people, even if they encountered powerful demonic beasts? There were seven or eight people clearing the path, directly hacking out a path four or five meters wide without a single large tree in the dense forest, all the way to the temporary camp.

Such a large team couldn't be accommodated in a temporary camp at all. Since there was no danger anyway, the large team simply camped on the newly opened road.

And that was why Wang Sheng simply ignored the plan of moving to a new temporary camp every day, leading the team as far as they could go. They were all cultivators, and simply clearing the path and traveling wouldn't make them feel tired at all. If it weren't for the need to rest every night, Wang Sheng would have wanted to lead everyone on a night march.

Except for the guards who had been in and out with Wang Sheng, most of the people in the team were entering the Perpetual Killing Grounds for the first time. After a day, dozens of miles had passed, and seeing how easy it was to travel along the way, it seemed a bit inconsistent with the rumors they had heard about the Perpetual Killing Grounds. Many people couldn't help but start to mutter.

Only those guards were still extremely vigilant, looking around. Although they could vaguely guess that all of this must be related to Wang Sheng and Wang Sheng's super-strong guard, they still didn't dare to relax their vigilance. The last time they entered the Perpetual Killing Grounds, seventy or eighty people died along the way. That was happening right before their eyes. Anyone who dared to believe that the Perpetual Killing Grounds was nothing special would definitely be the first to die.

The two groups immediately formed a sharp contrast. A group of guards were extremely nervous even when camping, maintaining a posture that allowed them to jump up and attack at any time, with their machetes for clearing the path placed at hand. On the other hand, a group of "rookie" experts entering the Perpetual Killing Grounds for the first time seemed to be sightseeing, and occasionally some people even lamented that the Perpetual Killing Grounds was overrated.

Wang Sheng was too lazy to pay attention. He and the old Daoist were both maintaining the highest level of alert, whether walking or resting. But with a team of more than two thousand people, Wang Sheng couldn't control them, and didn't want to. He didn't care what they did, anyway, it wasn't him who was dying.

The next morning, those who thought it was easy felt the terror of the Perpetual Killing Grounds. At least sixteen people died silently, without making a sound, and never opened their eyes again. Only after an inspection did someone discover that they had been bitten to death by some unknown poisonous insects.

Unless Wang Sheng helped these people drive away the poisonous insects all the time, otherwise, after a period of time, those poisonous insects would naturally gather here again. These people were neither Wang Sheng's relatives nor Wang Sheng's friends. They dared to relax as if they were at home in the Perpetual Killing Grounds, so they deserved to die.

This time, everyone was scared out of their wits, and only then did they pay attention to the dangers of the Perpetual Killing Grounds. Only then did they remember the guards' repeated warnings when they were training in Worry-Free City that they must be careful, careful, and careful in the Perpetual Killing Grounds, and they must never be nosy or mouthy.

Some people only learn their lesson after suffering a great loss. Unfortunately, those sixteen people who died had no way to pay attention again.

When they set off again, everyone put away their nonchalant attitude and, like the guards, looked around with extreme vigilance. Wang Sheng no longer acted as a qualified nanny like the first day, only protecting the few who were clearing the path at the front. If those people were not careful and died, they couldn't blame others.

Anyway, as far as Imperial Treasure Firm was concerned, they couldn't guarantee safety on the road. It was best if one died, so that a person's place could be vacated and more money could be earned.

Fortunately, with everyone's caution and Wang Sheng's secret leniency, after a few days, when more than two thousand people arrived at the camp, only twenty or so had died. Compared to the seventy or eighty people who died the first time they entered the Perpetual Killing Grounds, it was definitely a big improvement.

The camp began to boil, and the chief manager began to receive supplies and arrange housing. After all of this was busy, it was already two days later.

The two thousand experts were here to cultivate, not to cause trouble. Even if there were casualties on the road, it was just their bad luck. Once the rooms were allocated and they understood how to solve some basic living needs, that group of people quickly disappeared into their respective rooms. Time was tight, and when would they cultivate if not now?

Wang Sheng and the old Daoist stayed for a few more days, and after seeing that everything was on the right track, they said hello to the chief manager and left the camp.

They were not going directly back to Worry-Free City, but were taking enough supplies to stay for a while. It was rare for the old Daoist to be so close to the core of the Perpetual Killing Grounds. Before, he was building the camp, but now no one could restrain him. He simply asked Wang Sheng to take him around the core of the Perpetual Killing Grounds to carefully feel it.

To be honest, after feeling that powerful martial will, the old Daoist couldn't sit still and wanted to go in and explore. Fortunately, his Dao heart was firm and he was not so rash and impulsive. Until now, he was just circling around the core to take a look.

The old Daoist had just been promoted not long ago. Wang Sheng only knew that he must have surpassed the ninth level long ago, and now he might be the eleventh level, or maybe the twelfth level. Wang Sheng had never felt that it was impossible. But even the old Daoist valued this martial will so much, Wang Sheng was a little surprised at what the girl in his dream had left inside.

Circling around this time was also what Wang Sheng was looking forward to. He wanted to see if there were any flaws in this core area that would allow people to enter. He also wanted the old Daoist to use his cultivation to evaluate whether he could enter. Everything was only to find the girl in his dream.

When circling around to the Song family's side, Wang Sheng also suddenly had an idea and took the old Daoist through the Song family's camp, walking more than two hundred miles back and forth to take a look.

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There was no one in the Song family's camp. Some of the living facilities that had just been tidied up were also abandoned, covered with a layer of light dust. It was clear that no one had lived there for at least half a month. Very good, it showed that Duke Song had listened to Wang Sheng's warning.

While Wang Sheng and the old Daoist were visiting the Song family's camp, Duke Song Hongde of the Song Kingdom and his daughter, Princess Song Yan of the Song Kingdom, were engaged in a cold war, and the reason, of course, was rooted in Wang Sheng.

The troubled Song Yan was wondering if she should run away from home.