119: Chapter 119 Heading to the Black Wind Mountains

Leaving Wangjiang City, the three of them resumed flying through the air.

Without the commotion of the city, the world between heaven and earth was wide open. Breathing in the fresh air of the mountains and fields, their moods also soared accordingly.

"Young Master, were we a bit too high-profile just now?" Qiuyin followed beside Zhao Ruoan and asked with some worry.

Beating people up and extorting the City Lord in the city, causing such a big commotion, felt a bit contrary to what Revered Master instructed: "When gaining experience down the mountain, the human heart is treacherous, so you must keep more trump cards."

"High-profile?" Zhao Ruoan smiled dismissively. "I think it's fine. To deal with that kind of person, you have to scare him once and for all, right down to his bones. Otherwise, the moment you leave, he'll dare to retaliate. Now, even if you gave him ten times the guts, he wouldn't dare to trouble that pair of father and daughter again."

"As for ourselves," he paused and continued, "Rest assured, that City Lord has already been scared out of his wits by us. He will only treat us like passing immortals, praying for us to leave quickly. How could he possibly dare to leak our whereabouts?"

"Besides, what are we going there for? We are going to the Black Wind Mountain Range to look for trouble with the Blood Fiend Sect. Compared to making an enemy of an entire Demonic Path Sect, what is offending the lord of a small border city?"

Hearing Zhao Ruoan's explanation, both Qiuyin and Xiamo felt it made a lot of sense, and their inner worries dissipated.

"Young Master is right!" Xiamo waved her small fist. "We aren't scared at all!"

Zhao Ruoan looked at the two maids and shook his head with a smile.

This experience in Wangjiang City was, for him, actually just a small test.

To test what kind of level his current strength was at in this world.

The result left him very satisfied.

Just by releasing a trace of his Aura, he could make a Qi Refining ninth-tier Cultivator beg for mercy on their knees.

This was still under the condition that he didn't use any spiritual power or cast any Cultivation Technique or Divine Ability.

It seemed that the Ninth-Grade Immortal Talent, coupled with the modification of the Great Dao Scripture, had already created a world of difference between the essence of his life and that of ordinary Cultivators in this world.

This feeling of dimensional suppression was indeed very satisfying.

"However, I can't get too carried away either," Zhao Ruoan reminded himself inwardly. "After all, that Pan Hong is just an unrated small fry. The target of this mission is the Young Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, a Demonic Path Prodigy in the Divine Soul Realm. I still need to act carefully."

With the half-day delayed in Wangjiang City, plus the detailed map provided by Pan Hong, their subsequent journey went much smoother.

They bypassed some Mortal cities and towns, specifically choosing uninhabited mountain ranges to fly across.

The further south they went, the more rugged the terrain became, and the miasma in the mountains grew thicker.

In the air, a faint scent of blood and Demonic Qi began to permeate.

The surrounding mountain forests also went from lush to increasingly bare, with many trees presenting a weird dark-brown color, as if eroded by some evil power.

The sky also gradually grew gloomy.

"Young Master, it feels so oppressive here; it makes one feel uncomfortable," Xiamo shrank her neck and whispered.

"We have already entered the outer periphery of the Black Wind Mountain Range." Looking at the undulating black mountain range below, which resembled the spine of a giant beast, Zhao Ruoan's expression also turned serious.

"From now on, perk up. This place is not a peaceful spot like Wangjiang City."

"Yes, Young Master!" the two maids replied in unison.

Zhao Ruoan lowered his flying altitude, restrained his own Aura, and at the same time wrapped the three of them in a spiritual power barrier, isolating the outside miasma.

The Aura Concealment Technique taught by Revered Master Yun Qinghan was truly marvelous. Once activated, the Auras of the three of them seemed to completely blend into the surrounding environment. Even if a Cultivator flew past them, as long as they didn't deliberately probe inch by inch with their Divine Sense, they wouldn't be able to discover them at all.

Flying forward for about another half-hour, Zhao Ruoan suddenly stopped.

"Young Master, what is it?" Qiuyin asked.

Zhao Ruoan didn't speak, only pointing to a valley below.

The two looked in the direction he pointed and saw that in the valley, over a dozen corpses were lying haphazardly.

Judging from the tattered clothing on their bodies, they should be a caravan passing by this place.

Goods were scattered all over the ground, several spirit horses pulling the cargo had also been killed, and fresh blood dyed the ground red. The scene was extremely miserable.

"It was done by mountain bandits." Zhao Ruoan's gaze swept over the corpses and he said calmly.

Most of them were killed with a single strike by a Sharp Weapon, their wounds smooth, obviously having encountered professional robbers.

"These people are so pitiful." Xiamo looked at the corpses, a look of unbearable pity appearing on her face.

"This is the daily routine of the Black Wind Mountain Range," Zhao Ruoan said faintly. "This is a chaotic land with no laws, no morality, and only the survival of the fittest. If you want to survive here, either you are strong enough, or don't come."

Although he also felt these people died miserably, he had no intention of going down to meddle in other people's business.

The world was so big; there were too many injustices, and he couldn't manage them all.

His goal was very clear: the Blood Fiend Sect and the Tianlei Immortal Cave.

However, just as they were preparing to leave, Zhao Ruoan's brows suddenly twitched.

He felt that several malicious gazes from the dense forest in the valley below had locked onto them.

"Interesting, right when we talked about mountain bandits, they delivered themselves to our doorstep."

The corners of Zhao Ruoan's mouth slightly curled up. Instead of leaving, he controlled their direction and slowly descended toward the valley below.

"Young Master?" Both Qiuyin and Xiamo were somewhat puzzled.

"Don't be afraid," Zhao Ruoan transmitted his voice to them. "There are a few little mice hiding below peeking at us. We can just use them to practice our hands and let you witness what a true evil Cultivator is."

The three landed in the valley, and the scent of blood became even thicker, making one want to vomit just by smelling it.

Xiamo and Qiuyin both had slightly pale faces, but they still forced down their discomfort and vigilantly observed their surroundings.

As for Zhao Ruoan, he acted like nothing was the matter, pacing back and forth beside the corpses with his hands behind his back, as if admiring the scenery.

Right at this moment, a harsh, strange laugh sounded from the forests in all directions.

"Jie jie jie jie... There is a road to heaven which you refuse to take, but you force your way into Hell where there is no door!"

"I didn't expect to have an unexpected harvest today! A tender little Young Master, and he even brought two tender and lovely little beauties!"

Along with the laughter, a dozen or so burly men dressed in disarray, holding various weapons, and full of fierce expressions crawled out from the forest, surrounding Zhao Ruoan and the other two tightly.

The leader was a bald One-Eyed Dragon, carrying a blood-stained ghost-head broadsword. He used that single eye to look up and down at Zhao Ruoan and the others, his eyes filled with greed and lust.

"Kid, looking at your attire, which big Family's Young Master are you, out sightseeing?"

"Consider yourself unlucky to have run into us, the Black Wind Thirteen Killers!"

"If you know what's good for you, leave all your valuables and those two chicks to your daddy! Then break your own arms, and if Grandpa is in a good mood, maybe I can spare your dog life!"

The mountain bandits behind him also burst into malicious jeers, their gazes unscrupulously sweeping back and forth over Qiuyin and Xiamo.

"Big Brother, this kid looks even prettier than a woman. How about we don't kill him either, and drag him back for the brothers to have some fun?"

"Those two chicks are not bad! Look at that skin, it's so tender water can be pinched out of it!"

Filthy words, unbearable to the ear.

Qiuyin and Xiamo were so angry that their small faces turned red, and they gripped the swords in their hands tightly.

Zhao Ruoan still maintained a carefree look. He looked at the One-Eyed Dragon and asked like a curious baby:

"Black Wind Thirteen Killers? Never heard of them. Are you guys famous?"