Peng Yao was caught, much to his chagrin.
…
As everyone knows, humans are a species with wisdom and the ability to work together.
That’s why they were able to defeat the powerful demon clan, which was bolstered by bloodline powers.
In fact, the demon clan wasn’t always called that; they united under one banner to resist the human race.
Peng Yao was a bird who loved freedom and was unrestrained.
He had often escaped from human army formations using his speed, looking down on their so-called ‘cooperation.’
When he left his family, his grandmother warned him, saying it was because he hadn’t met a true genius yet.
And then he saw it.
“How can that kid be so fast?”
Peng Yao tried to escape wildly, but he could sense that Huang Donglai, even carrying someone, was faster than him.
It was getting closer!
That was absurd.
Even among avian demon beasts, his speed was outstanding!
“If this continues, I’ll eventually be caught!” Peng Yao calculated in his mind, greatly alarmed.
If he was caught, there would be no avoiding a fight.
Once it came to fighting, he was half-step Daoist Refinement, nearly reaching the human Inner Scenery stage, fighting two Guan Shen…
Peng Yao suddenly froze.
Wait, this wasn’t right.
The advantage was his, almost overwhelming.
Peng Yao abruptly stopped.
Why was he running?
“Even if I can’t run faster than you, can’t I beat you in combat?!”
…
A little later.
In front of the nest on the cliff.
The bald head swelled up as Peng Yao, tightly bound, was thrown to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust.
“Huh? Brother Murong, what’s wrong with you, Brother Murong?”
Li Mo suddenly froze, becoming alert again.
Seeing Murong Xiao’s eyes rolling, his tongue hanging out, drooling.
Looking like someone who had failed to abstain for years.
“Brother Li, is it possible he took more soft sinew powder than Peng Yao?”
“That makes sense.”
Li Mo started rummaging for antidote pills.
But recently he had bought a lot of pills and treasures, and Huang Donglai had picked some along the way, and he couldn’t find them immediately, having to identify them slowly.
Fortunately, Huang Donglai was there, making it easier for him to identify them.
“This is…”
“Brother Li, this is Thousand Centipede Eroding Sinew Ash, specifically used to destroy evidence.”
“Oh oh, what about this one?”
“This is the Five-Color Poison Fungus; whoever eats it will fall into severe hallucinations, unable to distinguish reality from dreams.”
“These pills look so pretty, they should…”
“Brother Li! This is Laughing Half-Step Insanity! Don’t let the good appearance fool you; while it might taste sweet, eating it will lead to d*ath by laughter!”
Li Mo searched for a long time.
On the way, he accidentally dropped the forty ‘Guanglang’ sword.
“You, you must be… people from the Demon Sect?”
The bewildered Peng Yao struggled to regain consciousness, fearfully looking at the group.
Heard that some humans were as evil as the disaster beasts of their own kind.
“What gibberish are you speaking? We’re a proper and orthodox sect. Otherwise, how could you have fallen into our hands?”
“This is called justice prevailing over evil!”
Li Mo picked up the hammer, frowning.
“…”
Peng Yao looked at the turtle shell bindings on his body, the bottles of poison on the ground, and the sharp, fierce-looking hammer.
Recalling their strange fighting style.
“I don’t want to kiss anyone.”
Peng Yao cried loudly and miserably, feeling doomed, certain his tongue would be cut off and served as wine.
Bang—
Little Li gave him a hard slap, causing another bump to appear on Peng Yao’s bald head.
“Stop making noise. Answer my questions honestly. If you do, I might consider letting you live.”
Li Mo said sternly.
The Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye showed that although Peng Yao often harassed towns, he didn’t like eating humans; instead, he preferred stealing cattle and sheep or sneaking into granaries to feast.
“Really?”
“You only have this path to believe.”
“Then ask away.”
Peng Yao swallowed hard, becoming obedient.
“Have you seen this woman?”
Li Mo took out a piece of red bean ice skin mooncake.
Peng Yao’s eyes were even bigger than the mooncake, his strong desire to survive almost making him cross-eyed.
“Yes, I’ve seen her!”
“She’s practically a living Rakshasa. Look at my hair! It was cut by her!”
Peng Yao poured out his grievances.
“Where did she go?”
Li Mo bit into the mooncake and asked.
“She went to the Qingluan Clan Land.” Peng Yao wondered if this was the woman’s enemy.
Otherwise, why would she want to eat her alive.
“If you want to chase and k*ll her, you’ll have to wait until she leaves the Qingluan Clan Land.”
“The number of Qingluans is small, but they are very powerful. Humans are forbidden from approaching, and even male demon beasts are not allowed.”
“No idea why she could break the rules and get an audience with the clan leader…”
…
Qingluan Clan Land.
It was autumn, yet the land was vibrant.
The trees were exceptionally tall, with roots and leaves faintly glowing in a beautiful blue-green hue, making this already beautiful place seem like a fairyland.
On the trees, paths and treehouses were connected, resembling a city built in the sky.
A blue-clothed woman walked through the city, her figure normal, but her hands were wings and her legs were bird claws.
She fluttered her wings and flew to a treehouse at the top of the canopy.
There stood a young girl in a green porcelain skirt.
The girl’s expression was like frost settling at night, her eyes clear as cold moonlight, with a layer of detachment surrounding her, isolating her in her own world.
Even pure-blooded Qingluans like the old ancestor weren’t as cold and lonely.
Actually, when she first arrived at the Qingluan Clan Land, she wasn’t like this, especially when she ate a certain type of pie, her mouth would curl into a smile.
Recently, seeing her not eating mooncakes, she frowned more often.
Could it be because the mooncakes had a magical power that made people happy?
Dingling—
The blue-clothed woman shook her wrist bell in a unique frequency.
“Did the old clan leader call me?”
Ying Bing asked.
The blue-clothed woman nodded.
A person and a bird moved through the dense, blue-green canopy, stepping over dappled shadows, occasionally dusting the girl with a light mist.
Dingling~
The blue-clothed woman shook the bell again, meaning:
“I envy you.”
“What for?”
Ying Bing withdrew her thoughts.
The blue-clothed woman continued shaking the bell to express herself:
“I envy your ability to speak.”
Those born with Qingluan bl**d could never make a sound, even after transforming, they still couldn’t produce any sound.
Unless they found their destined one.
But how easy was that?
A Qingluan might never be able to make a sound throughout its entire life.
The blue-clothed woman found it hard to imagine that this noble-blooded girl…
She became increasingly curious:
“Who do you think of?”
“He… ah…”
Ying Bing’s cold gaze rippled slightly, her tone softened inexplicably, sunlight scattering on her crystal-like eyelashes, casting a trembling dusk.
“He’s a wife-warming soul.”
