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Two days later, a white figure appeared beside a stream deep within the Shiwan Mountain, exhaustion written all over his face. After washing away the bloodstains on his body, Hong Ling comfortably laid on top of a giant boulder. He had changed into clean clothes and was enjoying the cool afternoon breeze. Beside him, the Sorrow Spirit was quietly floating, protecting him. He quickly fell asleep, the Sorrow Spirit seemed to have lost its consciousness, and slowly landed on the Flowing Stream Stone.

A few figures slowly walked out from the rocks. On their bodies, there were countless complicated engravings. At this moment, these engravings were flashing with a yellow light. They seemed to be countless runes, yet they also seemed to be totems from ancient times. A middle aged man held a sandalwood in his hand. Seeing Hong Ling who had fallen asleep and the silent Sorrow Spirit Sword, he casually nodded to the few people behind him. A middle-aged man in beast leather clothes took out a tree branch from a small pouch. A light flashed across his hand, and the tree branch instantly wrapped around the white-clothed youth. When he wanted to reach out and grab the Sorrow Spirit, the Sorrow Spirit collapsed into a stream of light and flowed into Hong Ling's body, disappearing without a trace.

The group took what they needed on the ground and cut down the branches and vines to make a simple and crude stretcher. They threw Hong Ling who was currently trapped by the tree vines onto the stretcher and walked towards the other side of the stream. Not long after they disappeared, countless Demonic Beast began to gather in the streams that were originally incomparably calm. The auras of these Demonic Beast were very strong, and some of them had already surpassed the second level and stepped into the third level. It was clear that the existence of these people made it so that the Demonic Beast did not dare to easily step into this place. Once they left, the Demonic Beast would reappear.

The Demonic Beast s greedily inhaled the remaining weak smoke in the air, as if they were enjoying the delicacies of the world. Gradually, their originally silent auras became more tyrannical. The smoke in the air was completely sucked away, and all the Demonic Beast dispersed in a frenzy. There was no friction at all, as if they had agreed beforehand.

When Hong Ling woke up in a daze, the sky had already darkened, and he quickly discovered that he was tied up. With a thought from the teenager, he wanted to use the Authentic Qi in his body to shatter the vines on his body. However, he noticed that his own Authentic Qi was surrounded by a layer of earthen yellow smoke. He tried to struggle for a while, but found that it was difficult for him to break free of the vines that bound him with the strength of his fleshly body. From what he could sense, even if his Authentic Qi could use it, it would not be able to break these vines.

He was vexed over his carelessness when he noticed someone walking over with a torch. Only now did the youth realize that he was on an ancient stone platform. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he finally realized that he seemed to be in the middle of an ancient building. This was some damaged ancient temple, with countless Demonic Beast totems carved on the walls and stone pillars. Even the decorations on the roof and eaves were engraved with Demonic Beast totems. Many of the buildings were carved from the same piece of mountain rock. Apart from a few doors and windows that were cast in metal, he couldn't even find any traces of wood.

"Foreign cultivator, state your name!" The man holding the torch wore a beast-skinned coat, and his body was covered in countless complicated carvings. His attire was not too different from the Big Chu Hunter's outfit that was on the outside of the Shiwan Mountain, but Hong Ling could feel that there was a strange power within his body. That power was neither that of a Demonic Power nor that of a Authentic Qi, but it was capable of continuously transforming the spirit energy in the air.

"Hong Ling!" He knew that the current situation was better than the present situation. However, these people probably did not have any killing intent towards him. Otherwise, that incantation left behind by the Hundred Generations Classic of the Gods would have brought him to the nearest Chu city.

The middle aged man nodded his head, with a casual wave of his hand, the vines that were binding Hong Ling immediately untied, and like a venomous snake, gradually wrapped around the middle aged man's arm and disappeared. Hong Ling's pupils contracted as he looked at the middle-aged man. To his knowledge, such a method had never appeared before.

"Alien race, according to the rumors, an alien that exists within the Shiwan Mountain!" Hong Ling thought.

"Sir, there is no need to worry. Our Witch Clan will not harm your life. We only hope that you can cooperate with us in doing some things!" The middle aged man seemed to be able to see through Hong Ling's misgivings, and casually spoke to him.

"I don't know, sir, what do you want me to do?" Hong Ling stood up, and asked while rubbing his bandaged muscles. He really couldn't understand why these so called Witch Clan people would kidnap him, an outsider, to come here for.

The middle-aged man shook his head, obviously not wanting to explain further on this matter. He waved his hand, and a few female servants, who were similarly dressed in beast skin robes, walked forward and bowed to Hong Ling.

"Customer, please come with us to the guest room to rest!" Hong Ling was startled, until now, his entire being was still in a muddled state, and he did not have time to react. However, since these people didn't plan on revealing their cards so quickly, he wasn't in a hurry. The youth followed the maid into a large and spacious stone room. Looking at the figure within the room, he was stunned.

It was a young fat man, fat and white. At the moment, he was focused on dealing with a roasted lamb on the stone table. He skillfully held a small dagger in his hand, and his knife danced across the entire roasted lamb, slicing off pieces of golden meat from the goat's bones. When he saw Hong Ling walk in with the servant, he looked at him warily, as if he was afraid that Hong Ling would fight with him for the roasted lamb.

"Sir Hong Ling, this is Sir Sun Jia Sun, he came to our Witch Clan three days before you did. I hope you two can get along well!" A maid bowed and said, "It's already late, we know that young master still hasn't eaten yet, and someone will bring you food in a while. Please forgive our poor hospitality!"

The few servants bowed and left the stone room, leaving Hong Ling and the little fatty staring at each other.

"Erm, Brother Hong Ling, were you also caught by these bastards?" Sun Jia did not seem to be a stranger at all, he acted as if they were old friends as he asked.

"That's right, could it be that Brother Sun was also caught here!" Hong Ling looked at the round little fatty and asked with a smile. Since there was no danger to his life here, he was no longer afraid. He could just take it as a holiday.

"Oh, yes! I was also caught! " Sun Jia sighed, "I only peeked at their Witch Clan and it was just a bath for the Holy Maiden, but I didn't expect that they would beat me up ruthlessly, and catch me here!"

Hong Ling looked at his melancholy, and was stunned. The Holy Maiden who secretly peeked at the Witch Clan took a bath? What the hell? Hong Ling's mind was in a mess, he saw two men of Witch Clan bring in a roast lamb that was golden in color and place it in a large pot made of bronze. Then, they gently pushed it in front of Hong Ling.

"Young master, this is your dinner, please enjoy!" A few of the men bowed and said to Hong Ling, but when they looked at the little fatty, they snorted.

"This, this, what is going on?" The little fatty was a bit speechless, "I say, brother Hong, why are these bastards so courteous to you? Could it be that when you peeked at the Holy Maiden, you used some mysterious method to make them submit to you?"

The little fatty stared at Hong Ling with sparkling eyes, wanting to find some secret from him. Hong Ling staggered, peeping at the Holy Maiden bathing? What kind of mystical technique was this? How could this little fatty have such a big hole in his brain!? Could it be that he thought that he was the same as him, and that he was only caught red-handed when some Holy Maiden who was peeping at the Witch Clan bathed? What a joke, in Hong Ling's entire life, he had never experienced such an absurd thing.

"No, I didn't peek at their Holy Maiden bathing, instead, I was somehow caught here, they said they want me to cooperate with them in doing some things. As for what exactly it is, I am not too sure! "

The little fatty was clearly stunned for a moment when he finished listening to him.

"Brother Hong, you mean to say, you've never seen the Holy Maiden bathe?" The little fatty asked with an unwilling expression. His face was filled with disappointment. "It was as if he had just met a soulmate who shared the same interests as him, only to discover that the other person was on a completely different path to him." Brother Hong, what a pity, you don't know, that Holy Maiden, that figure, that face, that fart … "

Before the little fatty could even finish his sentence, he instantly discovered that there was a stalagmite growing out of the stone room at an unknown time, and it was beautifully resting on his crotch. There was a tendency for him to castrate the little fatty if he were to continue. He put his mind to work and swallowed all the thoughts in his mind.

Seeing his dejected look, Hong Ling secretly thought it was funny. This little fatty is really interesting. However, he was thinking this way. In the hall next door, there was a young girl who was trembling in anger.

"Please don't be angry, Holy Maiden. The Holy Son has no obstruction in front of him. Holy Maiden has already taught him a lesson, there is no need to take this to heart!" An old man with a slightly hunched figure said. His entire being was covered in a layer of skin and bones, but his aura was unfathomably deep.

"Teacher, do you think that little fatty is really my clan's Holy Son that I was fated to have? It must be known that the conditions to become a Holy Son are not just for words! " The young girl sighed as she spoke, and her eyes were filled with resentment. It was obvious that she greatly hated the little fatty.

"Reporting to the Holy Maiden, the Sorcerer's decree tells me that the little fatty is the best candidate for the Holy Son. I have already secretly tested his talent, and according to the divisions of our Witch Clan, he has already reached nine stars. "According to the division of the neighboring empires, it would be the breaking of the ninth level of World Barrier!" The old man paused for a moment, then continued: "Holy Maiden, this child accidentally obtained my Witch Clan's Sacred Moon Stone, adding that he is extremely talented, he is truly the best candidate for being the Holy Son!"

"Then what about that youth in white clothes? What about him?" The Holy Maiden casually asked.