Chapter Eleven: Saving Lives and Taking Lives

  Fierce Beast Mountain is about two to three hundred miles away from the Qingyun Mountains where the Qingyun Gate is located, and it is also a place where Qingyun Gate disciples usually go for training and completing tasks.

  Wang Gan's body was now even more powerful than before, his leg strength was no longer ordinary, and he could run faster than a horse, covering thousands of miles in a single day. From Qingyun Mountain to Xiongshou Mountain, it only took him two hours to complete the journey.

  "It seems that the path of cultivation is still more important for oneself, as long as the body is strong enough and the power is fierce enough, this speed will be incredibly fast. Such a far distance can be reached in a short period of time. If I unseal the seal and run the Undead True Essence with my zombie body, I'm afraid it will be even faster!"

  Looking at the treacherous peaks of the high mountains in front of him, Wang Gan secretly sighed and didn't think much, striding into the range of Beast Mountain.

  As soon as he entered this mountain range, Wang Gan's keen sense of awareness discovered that there was a surge of murderous energy here, with killing intent soaring to the sky. Once inside, a frantic thought constantly emerged, and he couldn't help but want to go on a massive killing spree to calm his boiling blood.

  He knew that this was because the entire mountain range of Xiong Beast Mountain had powerful Xiong beasts everywhere, and over the long years, the Xiong beasts had been killing each other, and human cultivators had also entered to hunt and kill the Xiong beasts. Over the years, they had accumulated endless evil energy and killing intent, making it a truly deadly place.

  The surrounding woods were dense, the tall trees reached the sky, and in a short moment, Wang Qian heard countless roars, wails, and killing sounds. They were all ferocious beasts that were dull and stupid, fighting each other for survival.

  "This ferocious beast, although not highly intelligent, has an extraordinary sense of territory. Every powerful ferocious beast has its own territory, which can be considered as its own hunting ground within that range. All weak and small ferocious beasts are food. The deeper you go into the Ferocious Beast Mountain, the stronger the ferocious beasts inside become. My target is the Blood Tiger, also known as the later stage of evolution, it should probably live on the edge of the Ferocious Beast Mountain."

  Wang Gan's mind flashed with information about the Blood Tiger, its strength, and its survival habits, all of which he had specifically looked up for this mission.

  Blood Tiger, a ferocious beast with a body like a tiger, its entire body blood-red, much stronger than an ordinary tiger, with a cruel temperament and low intelligence.

  Wang Gan flipped his hand and took out the God-slaying Halberd. This halberd had been stored in his storage bag since he left the Nether Mountains, and it had been a while since he last used it. Now that it was back in his hands, he felt a sense of familiarity.

  "This Tianyuan Sect is really wealthy and arrogant, this storage bag is much stronger than the hundred treasure bags in the hands of an outer sect disciple like me."

  Looking at the exquisite cloth bag in his hand, with faint symbols and a soft glow flowing around it, Wang Qian couldn't help but compare it to the hundred treasure bag he had brought with him on this trip.

  The Hundred Treasures Pouch is also a treasure for storing things, refined by the immortal family's methods. However, as an outer disciple of Qingyun Gate, Wang Qian's status was not very good. He would only receive one when receiving tasks from Baishi Hall, and after completing the task, he had to hand it in. If he wanted to keep it for himself, the consequences would be severe.

  Deep in thought, Wang Qian had already arrived at the outer perimeter of the Beast Mountain Range.

  Hiss......hiss......

  On a giant ironwood tree, the branches were dense and the green leaves were lush. A three-foot-long, bowl-mouth-thick, dark-scaled python was spitting out blood-red letters, its golden pupils staring unblinkingly at the humans below.

  Exuberant vital energy made the giant python even more excited, its massive body twisting continuously on the tree, the speed of the snake's tongue darting in and out was faster than lightning, its icy cold fangs emerged, emitting a chilling glow.

  Whoosh!

  With a deafening hiss, this giant python plunged down from the tree and bit its target's neck with its huge snake mouth.

  Wang Qian's face changed, and he shook his head secretly. The God-slaying Halberd in his hand stabbed upwards, and with a "chi" sound, the huge python was cut into two segments. It wriggled for a moment before stiffening.

  "It's indeed a ferocious beast mountain, there are ferocious beasts everywhere. I've only been walking for less than a moment when I saw over ten of them."

  At a glance, he recognized the giant python as a notorious ferocious beast known as the Qinglin Python. Its scales were tough and resilient, its strength boundless. An ordinary cultivator who encountered it would, if not careful, have their bones crushed to pieces, suffering a fate worse than death. Moreover, its venom was extremely potent, capable of causing instant asphyxiation upon contact with blood.

  He killed a cyan scale python and continued to move forward. This fierce beast, against ordinary postnatal cultivators in the early stages, would naturally be invincible, dying instantly. But for him, it was still not worth looking at.

  He was originally omnipotent, and after cultivating the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique, Wang Qian felt that he was becoming less and less like a human. He was more ferocious than ordinary beasts, with immense strength, and even a casual strike had several tens of thousands of kilograms of force behind it. His skin was also extremely tough, surpassing that of many ferocious beasts' fur and scales. A mere green-scaled python was naturally no match for him.

  Golden leopard, silver wind wolf, green scale python, all sorts of ferocious beasts, one after another, Wang Qian felt that he had broadened his horizons. If this were on Earth, where would there be so many strange and ferocious beasts? Even if they existed, they would be national-level protected animals, and it would not be possible to hunt them at will. But in the Tianyuan Continent, species were diverse, and various strange beasts were countless, almost to the point of being a disaster.

  "Blood Tiger, in the outer perimeter of this ferocious beast mountain, it should be considered a powerful ferocious beast. Generally, where there are Blood Tigers, there will also be Blood Jade Grass, but I've been searching for almost half a day and still haven't found one. It seems I need to venture deeper."

  Shaking his head, Wang Qian finally understood that he had shallow experience and finding the Blood Tiger was purely luck. Even with a foundation-stage divine sense, it could only cover an area of several miles in radius. The vast Beast Mountain made it difficult to find the Blood Tiger.

  Boom! Boom!

  A burst of energetic collision sounds kept coming, and there were also faint shouts and curses. Wang Qian's heart moved, and his consciousness surged out like a tide.

  About five miles away, dozens of people from both sides were facing off against each other and had already started fighting, with flashes of knives and swords and the sound of killing filling the air.

  "Huh? Looks like I've met a fellow student."

  Under Wang Qian's divine consciousness observation, he found that among the two groups of people, one side was wearing a blue shirt with cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves, which was the attire of an outer disciple of the Qingyun Gate. He recognized it at a glance.

  "You people of the Jade Sword Sect, don't be too arrogant! This Azure Blood Spirit Fox was originally discovered by us and we've already severely injured it. You're trying to steal it from us, what kind of logic is that?!"

  "It's just that we've been working so hard for so long, all for this one spirit fox. Are you trying to take it by force?"

  A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old young man with a red face loudly scolded his opponent.

  Behind him were a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, each with a pale face and swelling anger.

  Across from them was another group of young men, wearing white shirts with a small, exquisite sword embroidered on their chests, obviously disciples of the Jade Sword Sect.

  "Haha, joke, the spiritual objects of heaven and earth are obtained by the strong, today this Azure Blood Spirit Fox was discovered by us, it's only fitting that we should have it. You, a mere disciple of the Qingyun Sect, dare to compete with us for it?"

  A young man from the Jade Sword Sect, with an air of superiority, looked at the disciple of the Qingyun Gate with disdain in his eyes, with a smug expression on his face.

  The disciples of the Jade Sword Sect behind him heard this and became even more arrogant, speaking out to curse and scold.

  "Your Qingyun Sect may be considered a decent middle-tier sect, but compared to my Yuxian Sect, you're nothing. Hand over the Spirit Fox quickly, or none of you will leave the Beast Mountain alive today!"

  The disciples of Qingyunmen were all red in the face, but their eyes couldn't help but weaken.

  Wang Gan instantly understood what had happened, but his face also sank. The people of the Jade Sword Sect were really too arrogant and didn't put Qingyun Gate in their eyes at all.

  He also understood that his own Qingyun Gate, in the Xiantian realm, was not a top-notch sect. The Yuxian Sect, on the other hand, was much more powerful than the Qingyun Gate, so naturally, its disciples would look down on those from the Qingyun Gate with an air of superiority.

  Sighing in his heart, the Xiu Jian world was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, and this had always been the case. If these Yu Jian Zong disciples were to encounter a powerful sect like Tian Yuan Zong, they probably wouldn't even dare to utter a single word. All of these changes were due to the disparity in strength.

  "Senior brother, what should we do? The disciples of the Jade Sword Sect are much stronger than us. Should we fight or make peace? Please decide, senior brother."

  A young man quietly came to the side of the first disciple of Qingyunmen and asked in a low voice.

  "Hmph, although Qingyun Gate may not be as powerful as Yuxian Sect, we can't be humiliated. If need be, let's fight to the death!"

  The young man at the forefront let out a cold snort, his face growing even darker, but his eyes revealed a resolute determination.

  "The Jade Sword Sect's, Ling Huo we will absolutely not hand over, either you retreat or we will have a life and death battle in this Beast Mountain!"

  "Alright, let's go all out against them!"

  Young people are mostly vigorous and ambitious, who can bear to be a turtle? The disciples of the Qingyun Gate are not willing to lag behind, with swords in hand, they will fight to the death.

  "Alright, the small Qingyun Gate is finally showing some backbone, but what's the use of having backbone if you don't have real power? Those with backbone are all fools. If you want to die, then come and try to take my life!"

  The Jade Sword Sect's disciples had faces twisted in ferocity, each holding a handle of dark iron long sword, with sharp edges and a dense killing aura.

  The next moment, both sides started fighting and began to wrestle.

  "Alright, cultivators of the Dao, going against the heavens and slaying immortals is originally a matter of contending with heaven for one's life. The outer sect disciples of Qingyun Gate are not entirely useless either. Since I've encountered them, why not save them? A great man distinguishes between gratitude and resentment, it should be like this!"

  Wang Qian's chest also surged with a heroic spirit, after all, he was a disciple of the Qingyun Gate, how could he tolerate his fellow disciples being bullied, taking big strides forward, his figure like a fleeting shadow, so fast it was unbelievable, in the blink of an eye he arrived from five miles away.

  "You scoundrels! A disciple of Qingyun Gate like me has been bullied by you, aren't you asking for death?!"

  Wang Gan let out a loud roar, holding the God-slaying Halberd, and instantly charged into the arena, like a human-shaped fierce beast. The ferocious and overbearing power drove the halberd in his hand, filling the air with killing intent. The black halberd in his hand was surging with murderous aura, like a black dragon, and it struck down at a Jade Sword Sect disciple, cleaving him in two with a single slash!

  Hiss!

  A stream of blood spurted out, the skeleton shattered, and the young disciple's chest was directly pierced by Wang Qian's spear, creating a large hole. The shattered internal organs and bones fell to the ground one after another. After a mournful cry, he convulsed twice and fell to the ground, clearly dead.

  Wang Qian's move was too swift, and before everyone could react, a Jade Sword Sect disciple was beheaded by him, it can be said that he was ruthless to the extreme.

  "Ah, the rodents of Qingyun Gate, how dare you kill my junior brother! All of you juniors, fight quickly and decisively, no need to hold back, slaughter all these beasts here!"

  The leading disciple of the Jade Sword Sect let out a mournful roar, his body flashing like a sword light, with sharp breath cutting through the air. In an instant, he arrived in front of Wang Qian, countless sword lights shining brightly and stabbing towards all the vital parts of his body: heart, brow, neck... With one sword strike, Wang Qian's entire body was enveloped, and the next moment he would be dismembered.

  "Good swordsmanship, but in front of me, it's just a decorative pillow, looks good but useless!"

  He snorted, although the swordsmanship of this Jade Sword Sect disciple was also exquisite, but after all, it was just a mortal realm cultivation, completely not enough to impress Wang Qian. To know his power, he had once killed that Black Demon Cult's Hei Yuan with one punch, and even the innate realm cultivators were no match for him, let alone this person in front of him who was like a mere chicken or dog.

  Hundreds of kilograms of the God-slaying halberd in his hand, like a lamp grass, light as nothing, swinging up, cold light flashing, evil wind whistling, humming, like a dragon, from the deep pool rushing out, baring teeth and claws, committing murder.

  Clang, clang, clang, a burst of sparks flew everywhere. Wang Qian's spear technique was unmatched, able to overpower any opponent with sheer brute force, no matter how exquisite their swordsmanship may be.

  With one spear, he broke through his opponent's sword technique. Wang Qian let out a cold hum, and with a surge of murderous intent, his eyes snapped open wide. On his body, a faint blue aura began to circulate, and with a fierce thrust, he stabbed forward like the heavenly staff of Zhuan Tian. The clear jade universe was shattered, and the heavy sword light was pierced through. With a single "pffft" sound, he killed Yu Jianzong's first disciple, Guan, by piercing his chest.

  Ignoring the shock of others in the arena, Wang Qian's killing intent rose together, and it can be said that nothing was forbidden. The Nine Turns Refining Body Technique started, and he only felt an unprecedented sense of ease in his heart. With a long whistle, he charged into the crowd, cutting down heads like chopping melons and vegetables. One by one, the heads were cut off by his divine halberd, and one by one, lives disappeared at his hands. The blood was boiling, and the killing aura was fierce. Every single white-robed Yuxian Sect disciple, not a single one was left, all killed in an instant.

  It wasn't until then that the Qingyunmen disciples came back to their senses, each looking at Wang Qian with eyes full of admiration and fear.