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The wind howled. Mandrills covered the mountains and fields; they were like tens of thousands of evil spirits giving chase. Qi Lin’s group spurred the Bronze Warhorses forward. These horses were the Great Primordial Western Province’s famous engines of war. When they used their might, their bronze skin and iron bones could shatter armor and city walls.
The Bronze Warhorses knocked down the trees in their way, but Kui Mountain’s mandrills were honestly too numerous.
These mandrills were only Rank One Fierce Beasts, but their numbers were too overwhelming. As the saying goes, enough ants could bite even an elephant to death. The more than thousand mandrills were enough to face a Heavenly Spirit Meridian cultivator. The mandrills chased tirelessly, throwing light balls that seemed to be formed from yin qi. These balls were called “Evil Wind Hunt,” one of the mandrills’ abilities. They would scatter as a chilly wind if they struck the ground, but against a cultivator, they were very unbearable. This ability was able to directly harm a cultivator’s soul and mind.
If several hundred of the Evil Winds struck a person, even a Qi Refinement Seventh Deva would not last such an assault. Once the target’s consciousness was muddled, what came next was that they would be torn apart by the mandrills.
Bang.
An Evil Wind Hunt struck Qi Lin in the back. Cold wind seeped into his bones, shaking his mind.
“These mandrills normally reside deep in the mountain. It’s impossible for so many troupes to act all at once.” Shang Yangjun was the most experienced out of the group and very quickly discerned that something was wrong. Among the pursuing mandrills, there were also many mandrill kings. For troupe-based Fierce Beasts like these, they would only listen to their own kings and had clearly demarcated territories. It was extremely rare for them to coordinate, unless…
“Someone wants to kill us.” Shang Meng turned around and stood on his horse’s back. He pushed his palms forward and used the Pixiu Power Palm to cut down several incoming manrills.
“The Mandrill Tribe!” Shang Yangjun’s face seemed frosty: “They’re classified as a foreign tribe among the Ten Thousand Beasts Barbadians, and they’ve always been very resentful of the Twelve Tribes. Their ‘Mandrill Banner’ is able to command several mandrill troupes.”
“What’s the point in saying this now.” Qi Lin also turned around and repeatedly used his finger technique. A dozen mandrills dropped from the trees like phantoms, their entire bodies twitching.
“Mandrills will not pursue beyond their own territories, we need to leave this place as soon as possible.” Shang Yangjun’s tone was urgent as she spurred her horse forward.
At this time, there were more and more mandrills. As expected, several cultivators wearing masks were among the troupes, and they were reciting incantations.
“We need to head deeper into Kui Mountain and pass through there.” Shang Yangjun was quite familiar with this place’s terrain. She knew that if they continued along the main road, they would definitely be surrounded by the mandrills. Instead, if they went into Kui Mountain, they could make use of the complicated terrain to better shake off the mandrills’ and the Mandrill Tribe’s pursuit.
Qi Lin’s group urged the Bronze Warhorses frantically into Kui Mountain.
“We cannot let them go in.”
The Mandrill Tribe’s chief had a gloomy expression, and he shook the banner.
In the mountain, the cold wind suddenly rolled and wildly obstructed the Bronze Warhorses’ advance. Qi Lin turned his head back and moved his Divine Intent. The magic treasure Porcupine Quill Lance shot forth. Because the Porcupine Quill Lance was a magic treasure refined from a porcupine’s quills, it was incomparably sharp. The lance speared through a dozen of the mandrills, and powerful Primordial True Qi stabbed towards the enemy as well.
The enemy did not anticipate the magic treasure. He shouted and threw a punch.
“Tier One Martial Art, Mandrill Break!”
The punch-intent crashed into the Porcupine Quill Lance. The man’s Eighth Deva Primordial True Qi swiftly poured out of his fist.
The Porcupine Quill Lance was merely a Later Heaven magic treasure. The materials that it was crafted from were extremely average, unfit for grander tasks. Under his full power punch, the Porcupine Quill Lance stuck into his carpals. The man’s expression changed, and with a roar, he finally shattered the Porcupine Quill Lance’s True Qi, destroying the magic treasure as well.
Qi Lin never planned to use this Porcupine Quill Lance to kill him. After buying time to get away, he rode the cold wind into Kui Mountain.
“Dammit.”
The man cursed. He watched helplessly as Qi Lin and the others escaped his magic.
After entering Kui Mountain’s inner sanctum, the mandrills fidgeted back and forth in the shadows of the tree along the border. They halted their pursuit, howling from outside, not daring to take another step forward.
“What is going on?”
A clear question made the mandrills’ hooting stop.
The female general with red skirt, gorgeous armor and tail feathers coldly stepped out. She was quite displeased with this situation.
The Mandrill Tribe knelt, not daring to meet her gaze.
“Why have they stopped their pursuit?” The woman coldly asked.
“This…It is said that a prince’s mausoleum is located in the depths of Mount Kui, that there is a forbiddance inside. The mandrills have never dared to enter this place.” The Mandrill Tribe’s chief explained.
“Mausoleum?” The woman frowned.
“Yes. Legend says that an ancient prince constructed it during the period of immemorial battle. There is a forbiddance in the one hundred li surrounding the tomb. No Fierce Beast dares to approach it.
The woman looked at these mandrills baring their fangs along the outer border. She disdainfully said: “The beasts do not dare approach. Can it be that you are lower than even beasts?”
“Yes, we will enter and pursue immediately. They cannot have gotten far.” The man came to his senses and immediately summoned the tribe’s best warriors and cultivators to give chase.
“It seems that I must set forth myself.” The woman tapped her toe and immediately vanished into the forest.
“Bring some of the stronger mandrills. We will also go in. We cannot let the Pixiu Tribe’s trio go.” The Mandrill Tribe chief ordered.
…
Within Kui Mountain, the dense forest secluded the mountain in a quiet darkness. The cold wind gusted, and sunlight vanished. The sounds of the fauna were all filled with sorrow, as if they were in a cemetery. Spurring the Bronze Warhorses forth also became very challenging. The group had no choice but to dismount and forcibly drag the warhorses forward by the reins.
“I heard this Kui Mountain’s Yin Qi is very heavy. Should we go back?” Shang Meng swallowed. “Besides, I’ve never come here before, I don’t know which way we should go.” He sent an inquisitive gaze to Qi Lin.
“Shang Yangjun, what do you say?” Qi Lin did not know anything about this place either.
“As long as we get through Kui Mountain, we can save a few days’ time compared to going through the public road.” Shang Yangjun was very calm: “According to what I know, the mandrill Fierce Beasts dare not come in here. Without the mandrillso, we wouldn’t need to fear even the Mandrill Tribe’s chief!”
Hearing her say as such, Qi Lin knew they could only keep going. After all, there were too many mandrills, which numbered in the thousands. Unless they had Golden Core Bagua cultivation, even a True Qi Ninth Deva cultivator was dead for sure.
But if this was truly very dangerous, QI Lin knew that somewhere, there was still the Divine Name Great Sage Equal Of Heaven. However, if she were to appear, there would many variables during the later trip to Zhaoge. Until the critical moment, QI Lin did not want to let Qi Qi reveal herself. Furthermore, this also gave him a perfect opportunity to get experience. On the path of cultivation, only by experiencing life and death could his foundations become even more solid, even stronger.
After awhile, the Bronze Warhorses crossed soft ground covered with decaying leaves, their hooves letting out crisp tapping sounds. Although the Bronze Warhorses normally would issue clanging noises as they trotted, they had never sounded this clear, like they were stepping on bronze.
The three of them stopped and glanced at one another.
“Seems this place has copper.” Shang Meng slammed a fist against the ground, blowing away the withered leaves and mud. He revealed a bronze object.
“I fear there’s a tomb under this.” Qi Lin crouched down and used his hand to scoop up a bit of mud.
As long as he found “tessellated soil,” with layers like a pork belly, he could determine the possibility that a mausoleum existed below. This would also mean there was a grave below.
“Huh? There can’t really be a ghost tomb, right.” Shang Meng’s face paled, and he immediately ran to the side.
“How do you know?” Shang Yangjun did not understand.
“Judging from the degree of change in this geological depth, this tomb is also very, very deep underground. I’ve never seen this before.” Qi Lin was previously a member of a national-level archaeological team. From his many years of experience, he could discern this at a glance. This was a layer of immature soil mixed with limestone. Because Kui Mountain was in a region of red soil, the signs of a mixture of two soils was apparent. Someone had dug deep into this soil. At this level of soil, there were five types, the border of the tessellated soil.
“We’d best not disturb it.” Qi Lin was deeply aware that Primordial World was unlike his original world. Back in his old world, the novel stories about graverobbing had every kind of jiangshi and monster. Then this world could genuinely have these existences, and perhaps, things even more terrifying.
Qi Lin narrowed his eyes as he sized up the surroundings. Only then did he notice that, according to the “Classic of Burial,” Kui Mountain’s topography was categorized as very poor, a place of ill fengshui.
This kind of tomb was not suited for lasting the ages.
“En, we have to get out of here fast.” Shang Meng continuously nodded. “I heard that several dozen tribes from the wildlands had entered the depths of Kui Mountain, and not a single person returned alive. Maybe they really were taken by the female ghosts of the tomb.”
“Stop scaring yourself.” Shang Yangjun discovered for the first time that this stocky man was very timid.
Yet the very quiet young man from her memory was surprisingly calm.
Calm to the point he was somewhat unfamiliar.
“Let’s circle around.” Qi Lin and the others went around the soft patch of earth, so as to avoid triggering any mechanisms.
But only after a brief spell of walking, the Bronze Warhorses were suddenly scared out of their minds as a figure shuttled through the forest rapidly towards them.
“Danger.”
Qi Ln shouted and swiftly ducked to the side.
That Bronze Warhorse was immediately disintegrated.
“What?” Qi Lin was astonished. The Bronze Warhorse had bronze skin and iron bones that were impervious to blades. Slaying it required enormous power.
“Quite the fast reactions.” An apathetic voice called out.
A gorgeously dressed woman in a red skirt and armor was like a fireball suddenly ignited in the forest. The scorching air diffused everywhere, choking everyone.
The woman looked out the corner of her beautiful eye at Qi Lin, a grin of seeming praise upon her lips.
For a cultivator of Qi Refinement Fifth or Sixth Deva to be able to avoid her full power sneak attack, that was already very exceptional. She had originally planned to make her opponent die instantly, without any pain.
Shang Yangjun and Shang Meng were pale.
They sensed scorching Star Energy.
“You’re a Star General”??”
“Your Servant is ‘Vermilion Bird Divine General’ Wang Jian!”1
The woman drew her sword and introduced herself.
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