Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 1007 - 296: [Demonic Qi] 3

Underfoot flowed the rushing river, and standing on the shore, you could see the mountains in the distance, bathed in sunlight, with a rainbow arching across the sky.

The roaring sound of the waterfall was deafening; Yun Zhao had climbed onto the top of the carriage, shouting at the Jade Hanging Waterfall with a wine jug in hand, singing loudly, then tilting his head back to drink deeply, his posture was quite unrestrained.

Chen Yan stood behind Yun Zhao but did not climb up onto the roof; instead, he stood on the road.

While observing the waterfall, his right palm casually rolled up and down, and a black oval-shaped object shuffled around his palm, flying around his hand but never leaving Chen Yan’s control.

The three of them stayed by the Jade Hanging Waterfall for a whole day and night.

At night, the Jade Hanging Waterfall was even more captivating!

Behind the waterfall cliff, the green cliff appeared like jade at night, subtly shimmering under the moonlight.

From afar, the Jade Hanging Waterfall truly appeared like a piece of white jade hanging on a green emerald screen.

Because behind the waterfall cliff was a special jade stone vein, only at night, illuminated by the moonlight absorbing its essence, did it emit a precious glow.

This scenery could only be seen during a bright moonlit night.

The three were fortunate enough to encounter a cloudless, bright moonlit night on their first stay.

Yun Zhao felt even more enthused and, after drinking several jugs, lay on the carriage roof and fell asleep with a soft wooden pillow in his arms.

Even as he slept, he muttered drunken words: "Don’t want to go back..."

Liang, although usually indifferent, sighed upon seeing Yun Zhao, placed a red stone next to him, and a red arc of light emerged, keeping the surrounding mist and rain away.

Chen Yan hugged his sword and trained for two hours elsewhere, returning to find Yun Zhao still sprawled out sleeping on the roof, while Liang sat aside, eyes closed, nourishing the spirit.

In the following days, the three continued to travel and explore the vast wilderness of Southern Border.

When the road was too steep for the carriage to pass, they stored it in the storage equipment and rode dragon horses instead.

The dragon horses were indeed majestic, navigating the steep southern mountains with ease.

Chen Yan was quite interested in horse riding, often riding alone back and forth, and became very familiar with the dragon horse he often rode, which grew fond of him. The horse, initially only accepting feed from Liang, began eating what Chen Yan offered.

The three wandered the wilderness for more than ten days, enjoying many wonders of Southern Border.

Jade Hanging Waterfall, riverine landscapes, miles of bamboo forests, rugged stone seas...

Southern Border was vast and sparsely populated, and they rarely encountered other people.

They only occasionally met people of the Ghost Race, realizing they’d entered the territories of certain Ghost Race tribes.

Liang presented his identity token, indicating they were from the northern Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe; the Ghost Race didn’t trouble them, merely warned them to avoid certain restricted areas, otherwise allowing them to journey freely.

One day, as the three walked out of a dense forest, returning to a mountain path.

Taking a break, Liang tied the dragon horse, took out a water bag and feed to nourish it. Yun Zhao laughed and chatted with Chen Yan, but watching him toy with and toss a little trinket Liang had given him, Yun Zhao sighed: "Junior Brother Shanhe, playing with these toys daily practicing Controlling Skill... are you abandoning Primordial Spirit cultivation in favor of the Body Cultivator’s path?"

Chen Yan just smiled, saying nothing.

At that moment, Liang, bending to start a fire, suddenly stood upright!

The indifference in his expression transformed into gravity; his eyes flashed with alertness! Swiftly, he darted to Yun Zhao’s side.

"Quiet!" Liang took a deep breath, placing a hand on Yun Zhao’s shoulder.

Chen Yan hesitated, but following Liang’s gaze to a distant location, he squinted to see...

Using Qi Observation Skill and Illusion Breaking Divine Techniques, Chen Yan saw faint red Evil Blood mist in the distance.

Chen Yan’s expression also grew serious; he looked at Liang, who narrowed his eyes and said deep-voiced: "There’s a smell of blood aura."

Chen Yan pointed: "Over there!"

Yun Zhao’s expression turned cautious, sniffed, and said: "Let’s go and see!"

Liang frowned: "Not causing trouble when traveling, let’s take another path."

Yun Zhao considered, but Chen Yan pressed Yun Zhao’s shoulder: "Let’s heed Liang’s advice."

Though eager, Yun Zhao, hearing Chen Yan, sighed and nodded: "Fine, I’ll listen to you guys."

Liang exhaled in relief, casting a grateful look at Chen Yan.

The three changed course, heading down the opposite path, with Liang intentionally taking the rear.

After covering about a dozen miles, Liang suddenly halted.

"There’s noise chasing us from behind!"

He suddenly paled: "Demon Race! I smell Demonic Qi with fierce killing intent!"

Chen Yan’s abilities allowed Qi Observation and Illusion Breaking—seeing through disguises.

But Demonic Qi was beyond his understanding.

Hearing Liang’s words, Chen Yan’s expression shifted.

They had ventured deep into Ghost Race territory; what kind of Demon Race dares commit violence here?

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