Chapter 141: The Slaughter Begins

Xiao Bai suddenly appeared on Yang Tian's shoulder, its big eyes gazing at the mountain forest, full of joy. After being confused and drowsy for a long time, it was finally released.

"Little one... it's a good thing I have you." Rubbing Xiao Bai's head, Yang Tian's gaze swept around. This mountain range harbored many powerful fierce beasts, and Xiao Bai happened to be their nemesis.

Swoosh! Xiao Bai was full of delight, its figure constantly flashing through the forest. A trace of demonic aura bloomed around it, and the surrounding fierce beasts went mad, trembling and fleeing wildly through the woods.

"How is this little one so fast?" Watching Xiao Bai's joyful figure, Yang Tian exclaimed inwardly. He fully activated the Carefree Eight Wastelands Steps but still couldn't catch up to Xiao Bai, and it hadn't even used its full strength.

Yang Tian wandered through the mountains for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Finally, he found a rather secluded spot, used the broken sword to carve out a cave, and crawled inside.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave, Yang Tian took a deep breath and examined his physical injuries. They weren't serious—just a few broken ribs. For anyone else, it might have been different.

"Yin Yang Joyous Union Sect, Ancient Li Clan, Primeval Sacred Land!" Yang Tian clenched his fists, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes. Although Yang Xiao said it was nothing serious, his soul had been injured, and that wouldn't be easy to recover from.

"Fortunately, these clans are all discussing the Demon Fall Land affairs; otherwise, a War Emperor would have come just now." Yang Tian exhaled a breath and murmured, "I can't stay long. I need to leave here quickly..."

The endless mountain range had been quiet on the outskirts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains since the last attack on Demon Fall Land, but today it finally showed some signs of life.

Yang Tian had been chased into the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Wang the Old Demon returned with a grim face. Yang Tian was skilled in concealment, as everyone had seen. If not for the Surveillance Seal detecting his disguise, Yang Tian would have slipped out long ago.

The Yin Yang Joyous Union Sect mobilized their younger generation in force, putting out word to capture Yang Tian alive. Many major clans took action, with the most fervent being the Ancient Li Clan and the Primeval Sacred Land.

The outskirts of the Hundred Thousand Mountains spanned nearly tens of millions of li. Trying to capture someone skilled in concealment alive within them was like looking for a needle in a haystack...

Inside the cave, after a day of rest, Yang Tian's spirit, energy, and vitality had reached their peak, and his internal blood energy had improved slightly.

"Uncle Xiao, can you detect some War Kings in advance?" Sitting inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, Yang Tian looked at Yang Xiao, a thought arising in his mind.

"Yes, as long as it's not a Half-Step Great Sage, they can't escape my soul detection." Yang Xiao sat nearby, a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he knew what Yang Tian was thinking.

"That makes it easy. I'll play along with them." Yang Tian nodded, a smile spreading across his face.

"By the way, you must practice the Heaven and Earth Transformation diligently. Your cultivation is too low now to unleash even a fraction of its power. Otherwise, the imitation Surveillance Seal wouldn't have detected you." After a moment of thought, Yang Xiao said slowly.

"Surveillance Seal!" Hearing this, Yang Tian scratched his head. The name of this treasure was quite domineering—naming it after 'surveilling the heavens' was arrogantly boundless.

"They used an imitation. The genuine Surveillance Seal is a divine object. It originally belonged to the Heavenly Secrets Sect in the Central Region. I don't know if the Heavenly Secrets Sect has been wiped out by now." Yang Xiao sighed, seeming familiar with the Heavenly Secrets Sect.

"Tsk... a divine object..." Yang Tian clicked his tongue. The Surveillance Seal could detect a person's location—truly a marvelous treasure.

In the endless mountains, guided by Yang Xiao, Yang Tian traveled through the forest for a long time, gradually approaching a group of people.

A dozen or so people were moving ahead. When they noticed some movement, their gazes instantly converged on the figure in front.

"Yang Tian!" Gu Qi licked his lips, his eyes burning with fervor as if looking at a treasure trove. He marveled at his incredible luck in stumbling upon him directly.

"What does your grandpa want?" Yang Tian scratched his head and cursed directly, but his movements were not slow at all as he dashed toward a massive mountain range.

"Capture him alive for me!" A hint of venom flashed on Gu Qi's face as he pursued ahead, with over a dozen figures following in a violent rush.

"You want to capture your grandpa alive? Let's see if you have the skill." Yang Tian laughed loudly, charging into the mountains, deliberately seeking out areas where fierce beasts gathered.

This mountain range spanned millions of li, with few people inside. The group chased relentlessly, and roars of fierce beasts often echoed.

Xiao Bai led the way, and the fierce beasts were too busy fleeing to attack them.

Yang Tian leaped over a mountain, cast a mocking glance at the noisy crowd behind, then flickered and plunged into another forest.

"This little beast!" Gu Qi's heart burned with rage. They had encountered several waves of fierce beast attacks along the way, though they were low-level, it still cost them time.

"Cousin Gu Qi, I think we should inform the clan." A fairly strong young man beside him scanned the mountains where Yang Tian had vanished, frowned, and said slowly.

"Inform the clan... I don't think that's necessary." Gu Qi sneered. Such a great merit—how could he easily give it to others?

The faces of the young men beside him changed slightly. They cursed Gu Qi inwardly for being shameless—couldn't even catch up, yet still wanted to claim a monumental achievement. But they dared not contradict him; the gap in status between these elite disciples and Gu Qi was too great.

"We'll split up and search now. That little beast is only at the Martial Warrior realm. Though he's fast, he's no match for us." Gu Qi directly gave orders, and five or six teams scattered in all directions.

"Yang Tian, this time I'll skin you alive!" Gu Qi sneered coldly, his eyes full of malice. He summoned a jade gourd, leaped onto it, and sped forward.

Inside a dark cave, just as Yang Tian's figure slipped in, a very ethereal form emerged, glanced around the entrance, and then waved its hand.

Several dozen mid-grade blood stones fell near the cave entrance, arranged in a mysterious pattern. When the last blood stone landed, the entire cave seemed shrouded in a strange light.

"This is a formation to conceal aura. Rest here for a while; we'll move at night." After speaking, Yang Xiao's form returned to the Ancestral Dragon Ring.

"So this is a formation." Yang Tian walked over, observed for a moment, and couldn't help but marvel. Setting up a formation casually—Yang Xiao was also a master in the art of formations.

"Uncle Xiao, can I learn formations now?" Yang Tian's mind appeared in the Ancestral Dragon Ring as he asked.

"You're not ready yet. Learning formations takes too much time. Wait until your cultivation is higher." Yang Xiao shook his head slightly and said calmly.

"Oh..." Yang Tian nodded, then walked forward, summoned the alchemy furnace, and immersed himself in the art of alchemy...

Night fell. Countless stars shone brightly, and beams of moonlight cascaded down. In this quiet and peaceful night, occasional sounds of breaking air could be heard.

"Where has that little brat gone?" A cursing voice exploded. Two figures rushed over from behind, their expressions unpleasant.

"It's all Gu Qi's fault. If he had informed the elders, Yang Tian would have been caught by now." A young man beside him cursed. He was Gu Hai, an elite disciple of the Sacred Land.

Behind them, in the cave, a pair of dark eyes watched the approaching duo. A flicker of killing intent flashed in Yang Tian's eyes. He restrained all his aura; the Heaven and Earth Transformation could not only change aura but also conceal it.

The two drew closer. Suddenly, a white figure appeared before them. Xiao Bai bared its teeth, its big eyes sparkling with liveliness, its fluffy tail wagging.

"This is... a strange beast?" The two were startled, but when they saw it was just a tiny creature, they relaxed. Seeing its lively appearance, greed stirred in their hearts.

"Biting the bait." Licking his lips, a sly smile crossed Yang Tian's face. Watching Xiao Bai slowly back away, he couldn't help but feel amused.

"Woo..." The little beast showed fear, shrinking back step by step.

Gu Hai and the other exchanged glances, their eyes burning with desire as they stepped forward. The Primeval Sacred Land also had strange beasts, but only those with exceptional talent were qualified to own them.

"Boom!" At that moment, the blood energy dormant within Yang Tian surged like an awakening flood dragon. His blood energy erupted without reservation, a rolling crimson radiance illuminating the dim surroundings.

Stamping his foot, Yang Tian's figure shot forward like lightning, appearing before the young man and striking with a fist.

The two youths' faces changed drastically, but it was too late. Their protective light was shattered by the overwhelming fist force, leaving a bowl-sized bloody hole in the chest. Their bodies flew backward.

On the other side, Xiao Bai leaped, pouncing with claws bared, and tore off Gu Hai's arm in one swipe. Blood gushed out.

"You... you are... Yang Tian!" Seeing the figure before them, the two disciples' faces changed drastically, and they cried out in shock. The energy within them was rapidly diminishing, having been severely wounded.

"Congratulations, you got it right. But no prize." Shrugging, Yang Tian smiled lightly and stepped forward.

"Little beast!" The two exchanged glances. Wang Hai produced a golden sword with golden patterns spreading over it—a semi-finished Dao artifact—while the other took out a peak-grade Mystic artifact.

"Heh, fortunes change. The Primeval Sacred Land isn't as wealthy as imagined." Looking at their artifacts, a gratified smile spread across Yang Tian's face.

"Finish it quickly. People are coming." At that moment, Yang Xiao suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded. A small golden seal appeared above his head, dazzling with golden light, entwined with divine patterns, and beams of crimson light cascaded down.

"This... this is the Golden Dragon Seal... How can you use it!" Gu Hai's thoughts were sluggish. Every Dao artifact was imprinted with the soul of its owner; outsiders couldn't use it even if they obtained it.

"That's not your concern. I'll send you on your way first." Yang Tian smiled. The Golden Dragon Seal shook violently, and two brilliant crimson beams shot out, scorching and terrifying.

"Chi!" Gu Hai and the other showed terror, not daring to be careless. They fully activated their artifacts, wrapping their bodies in layers of light.

Boom! The crimson beams broke through irresistibly, piercing their protective artifacts. The peak-grade Mystic artifact cracked directly, then exploded with a bang, fragments scattering in all directions.