185: Chapter 185 The Asura Empire

When the four finally set off.

There was no longer any trace of the Duobao Sect on them.

Chu Feng had changed into a dark green robe, embroidered with various poisonous creatures.

Scorpions, centipedes, venomous snakes, toads, and spiders, all lifelike, as if they could crawl off the fabric at any moment.

A black gourd hung from his waist, filled with various poisons he had personally concocted.

Yun Luoli was also dressed in dark green, but the style was more form-fitting, accentuating her graceful figure.

A black hairpin was stuck in her hair bun, its head carved into the shape of a venomous snake, its tongue flickering slightly, looking incredibly realistic.

Her face was dusted with a faint layer of light green powder, making her originally bright complexion appear somewhat sinister. Coupled with her eyes, which were deliberately devoid of a smile, she looked exactly like a demonic enchantress.

Jiang Miaoyi's attire was relatively more subdued, also a dark green dress, but the style was more conservative, completely concealing her figure.

Her face was also powdered with light green, masking her ethereal aura and replacing it with a cold, unapproachable expression.

A sachet embroidered with a poisonous spider hung from her waist, containing several poison powders concocted by Chu Feng, which could be used unexpectedly at critical moments.

Tang An's attire was the most exaggerated.

He wore a loose, dark green robe and a bamboo hat, from whose brim hung a circle of black gauze, obscuring his face.

On his back was a huge box, containing various poisons, venomous insects, and poisonous herbs Chu Feng had seized from Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect Disciples.

"Brother Feng, don't you think we look a bit too exaggerated like this?" Tang An lifted the black gauze, revealing a somewhat helpless face.

"Exaggerated?"

Chu Feng looked him up and down and chuckled, "Not exaggerated at all, just right."

"Disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect should look like this."

"Look at those true Demonic Path Cultivators, which one of them isn't dressed in strange ways? We're actually quite restrained."

Tang An was speechless.

He recalled the Demonic Path Cultivators he had seen before; indeed, each one was dressed like a ghost.

Some had faces painted with various colors, some wore strange clothes, and some even made themselves look neither human nor ghost.

In comparison, their current attire was indeed low-key.

Most importantly, their identity tokens were genuine Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect tokens.

These tokens were retrieved from the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect Disciples Chu Feng had killed.

Chu Feng had specifically studied how to use these tokens, knowing how to activate the special imprints within them with spiritual power, allowing the tokens to emit the correct Qi fluctuations when needed.

This way, even if they encountered people from the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect, it would be difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake in a short time.

With all preparations complete, the four quietly departed.

As the four stepped onto the territory of the Asura Empire, they looked back to see the city walls of Duobao Pass had become a blurry outline on the horizon.

Following the predetermined route.

The four entered the Southern Region of the Asura Empire.

The Asura Empire has nine regions, and the Southern Region is one of them.

However, the Southern Region had now completely become a battlefield.

"Tang An, where is the caravan you found?"

The four chose not to fly, but to travel discreetly on the ground.

In this war-torn land, flying in the sky was simply courting death.

Before setting off, Chu Feng had specially refined a carriage and a Puppet mechanical horse.

The carriage looked ordinary on the outside, but inside it was a world of its own, decorated comfortably and elegantly.

The Puppet mechanical horse was even more exquisite; its appearance was no different from a real horse, but it ran faster and more steadily than a real horse, and it never tired, able to travel day and night without fatigue.

At this moment, Jiang Miaoyi and Yun Luoli sat inside the carriage, observing the scenery outside through the window.

Chu Feng and Tang An sat outside the carriage, chatting while driving.

"Soon! There's a Black Wind Fort three hundred li ahead, they're waiting there."

Tang An took out a communication talisman and activated it. After a moment, he received a reply and chuckled, "I just contacted them with the communication talisman; everything is normal, they're just waiting for us."

Chu Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over the distant desolate fields and collapsed villages.

Some of the villages had been burned into charred ruins, some had collapsed roofs with only four walls remaining, and some were even leveled, leaving only rubble.

The fields were overgrown with waist-high weeds, and occasionally a few white bones could be seen scattered in the grass, whether they were Mortals who died in the war or fallen Cultivators was unknown.

"Along this journey, even living people are rare."

Chu Feng sighed, "The scope of the war is much wider than I imagined."

Tang An sighed, "I heard my elder brother say that this place was once rich in resources and densely populated, with an endless stream of caravans coming and going. Now it has become like this, truly..."

He didn't finish, but the meaning was clear.

Even Mortal wars destroy everything, let alone conflicts between Cultivators?

Mortal wars only involve swords, spears, and bows, with at most hundreds of thousands or millions dying.

But Cultivator wars can easily move mountains and fill seas, destroying heaven and earth.

After a major battle, the topography of mountains and rivers within a thousand li would be changed, let alone the living beings on this land.

Chu Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "So we must become stronger. Only with enough power can we protect those we want to protect, and prevent such tragedies from happening around us."

Tang An glanced at him and nodded solemnly.

The journey was smooth, and half an hour later, the four arrived at Black Wind Fort.

Looking from afar.

Black Wind Fort was a medium-sized town, surrounded by tall walls, on which traces of Formation operation still remained.

At this moment, many people were gathered outside the town, standing in small groups, their sharp eyes scrutinizing every passerby.

When Chu Feng's four-person carriage appeared in their sight, all eyes simultaneously turned towards it, filled with scrutiny, vigilance, and a hint of hostility.

Behind these people were numerous large carriages.

These carriages were much larger than the one Chu Feng had refined, each three zhang long and one zhang wide, pulled by four or even six real steeds.

The carriages were arranged in a fan shape, surrounding the goods in the center, clearly for protective purposes.

The goods were packed in huge boxes, stacked up to two zhang high.

Roughly, there were at least twenty to thirty carriages, each piled high with boxes.

The combined weight of the materials in these boxes was at least several hundred tons, even over a thousand tons.

The reason for not using Storage Magic Treasures was that the grade of these goods was relatively low.

Most were Mortal supplies, low-grade spiritual materials, ordinary Medicinal Pills, and similar items, low in value but immense in quantity.

Not everyone, like Chu Feng, possessed multiple Storage Pouches that could easily hold them with Storage Magic Treasures.

Even if they did, they wouldn't have such large storage space.

Even Chu Feng would have to expend some effort to transport so many materials.

As for flying Magic Treasures?

On this frontline where the Duobao Sect and the Asura Ghost Sect were fighting most fiercely, who would dare to fly in the sky?

That would be a living target, waiting to be shot down.

Even a person as audacious as Chu Feng cautiously put away his thunder cloud boat and switched to an ordinary carriage for travel.

He didn't want to be surrounded by a group of Asura Ghost Sect Cultivators then; even a Golden Core stage Cultivator would face a dead end if entangled on the frontline.

"Brother Feng, it's them." Tang An looked at the man and woman at the front of the crowd and whispered.

The man was tall, about forty years old, with a fair and handsome face, dressed in a white robe, possessing an extraordinary demeanor.

He calmly met Chu Feng's gaze, carefully scrutinizing the newcomers.

Beside him stood a beautiful middle-aged woman.

This woman had Phoenix eyes and moist red lips. Although her beauty was not comparable to Jiang Miaoyi and Yun Luoli.

She was still considered a great beauty in the Immortal Realm.

She also wore a white dress, standing with the man like a perfect couple.

Both were Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

"This is the employer, Ximen Qing of the Ximen Clan in Ximen City of the Asura Empire, and his wife Jin Lian." Tang An transmitted a message to the three, introducing their identities.

Chu Feng nodded slightly, signaling the three to follow him forward.

At this time, Jiang Miaoyi and Yun Luoli had disguised their appearances. They used the Disguise Pill concocted by Chu Feng to make their originally exquisite looks much more ordinary.

Coupled with their Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect attire, standing with Chu Feng and Tang An, they didn't appear particularly conspicuous.

Seeing the four approach, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment Cultivators quickly gathered around Ximen Qing.

These people stared menacingly at Chu Feng's group of four, quickly protecting their employer in the center.

These people were both escorts and members of the Ximen Clan; protecting their employer was their primary duty.

The two sides approached, confronting each other in silence.

A subtle tension filled the air.

The Ximen Clan members were sizing up Chu Feng's group of four, seemingly assessing their strength.

Chu Feng's expression was calm, leaving everything to Tang An to handle.

In this kind of situation, he didn't need to step forward; it was most appropriate for Tang An, the 'contact person,' to come forward.

Tang An lightly coughed, cupped his fists, and said, "Brother Ximen, I am Tang Jue, hired to assist."

He gave the fake name he had prepared beforehand, then introduced the three beside him, "These are my Senior Brother Ding Xiu, Junior Sister Yun, and Junior Sister Jiang."

"Oh?"

Ximen Qing glanced at them thoughtfully, "I didn't expect Shopkeeper Zhao to introduce Fellow Daoists from the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect. Greetings, everyone."

His tone was neither warm nor cold, neither overly enthusiastic nor deliberately distant, perfectly demonstrating an employer's attitude towards hired Cultivators.

"Brother Ximen is too kind."

"Although my Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect is not as renowned as your esteemed sect, we have unique strengths in dealing with various dangerous situations. Having been entrusted to assist this time, we will do our utmost." Tang An said.

With Tang An handling the negotiations, Chu Feng and the other two confidently closed their eyes and remained silent, adopting an unapproachable demeanor.

This was not an unusual display in the Immortal Realm; many eccentric Cultivators behaved this way.

In the eyes of the Ximen Clan, the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Sect consisted of unscrupulous poison users, so such behavior was considered normal.