"Does bullying exist in this world?" Liu Xuesong found it incredible.
“This isn’t bullying, it’s the law of the jungle,” Zhang Shih-hao said. “Although this valley isn’t very big, it has become a world of its own.”
"Powerful things will always stand at the pinnacle of this world, no matter where they are."
"Where can we find that thing?" Ye Xingchen asked.
“Then we need to…find the base that the Japanese built here back then.” Zhang Shih-hao said, “That powerful undead was also a victim back then, and it harbors a lot of resentment.”
"He has always wanted to find a way into the base so that he can get revenge on the people who harmed his family back then."
"How many people are in your family?" Liu Xuesong's grip on the gun tightened involuntarily.
“Yes, the Japanese built a base here back then, capturing people for experiments, sometimes an entire village at a time,” Zhang Shih-hao said. “It’s normal for a family to be killed, but that ghost’s son had just been born, and he and his child became experimental subjects.”
Liu Xuesong's face was ashen. As a soldier, especially from a military family, he had been taught from a young age to protect his country.
He harbored an unusually strong hostility towards a certain island nation.
He doesn't care about any of that bullshit about ethnic friendship; all he cares about is when he can drive his tank to that island on the other side.
Especially when you see the countless black wisps on the formation, each one representing a dead spirit.
These thousands upon thousands of dead souls before me, each of them was once a vibrant life, trapped here for seventy-eight years.
"Xuesong, you've been here for a while now, have you heard of any bases there?" Ye Xingchen turned to Liu Xuesong and asked.
“I haven’t heard of it, but I think if there really is an experimental base, it shouldn’t be too far from here.” Liu Xuesong thought for a moment: “Because no one dares to come to Jinyanling normally, not many people are familiar with this place. We can look around nearby.”
"Alright, let's call it a day." Ye Xingchen said to Zhang Shihao, "Tell them that we've taken their grievances into account. Whether it's that powerful spirit or those Japanese, we'll resolve it for them."
"It's been decades. Even if the base still exists, everyone inside must be dead by now, right?" Wang Jin asked.
"Of course they're all dead, but even in death, I won't let them go." Ye Xingchen sneered, "I'll grind them to dust."
"Alright, even if those Japanese devils are dead, we can't let them live so freely. Let's search the area," Liu Xuesong said in a deep voice.
“Actually, it’s not difficult. Master Zhang, your Xuan Yi Sect’s divination skills are also unparalleled. Look at the terrain here. Finding a place with excellent feng shui and good hiding spots shouldn’t be too difficult, right?” Ye Xingchen looked at Zhang Shihao.
“Of course not. This place is surrounded by mountains, none of which are famous mountains or rivers, and the spiritual energy is insufficient, but it secretly welcomes the destiny of heaven and earth.” Zhang Shihao paced back and forth on the spot.
He held a compass in one hand, while his other hand moved rapidly, circling and dotting, quickly calculating the direction.
"Zhen is located in the northeast, its number is four, and its element is earth. This is the Zhen Palace Bagua. If it is a base, it is naturally the best choice. There is a smooth road behind it, and it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, which can be used for both offense and defense..."
Zhang Shih-hao suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowing slightly: "If nothing unexpected happens, within ten kilometers to the northeast."
"Ten kilometers to the northeast is Juhu Mountain. There is a primeval forest there, where wild beasts often roam. Moreover, the terrain is complex. Let's clear a path and go there to take a look right now." Liu Xuesong slapped his thigh.
"Let's set off then, and try to get there before noon," Ye Xingchen decided immediately.
With six team members, Liu Xuesong and Ye Xingchen, along with ten others, headed towards the vicinity of Juhushan.
The mountain road stretches for ten kilometers, and is rarely visited by people, making the mountain roads in this place even more complicated.
Actually, these paths can hardly be called paths; they are more like thickets of thorns, and everyone has to clear a way as they go.
An ordinary person would probably have given up long ago, but Liu Xuesong and his team members have to do arduous training almost every day, and carrying a load for 10 kilometers on mountain roads is a daily routine.
Around noon, we finally arrived near Tiger Mountain.
The mountains here aren't very high, but they've already entered the depths of the forest, where tall trees block out the sun completely.
Moreover, there was a thick layer of leaves underfoot, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of decaying fallen leaves.
Moreover, the human-faced creatures in this place have wings as big as a child's palm when they are spread out. Although their bites are not fatal, they can spread all sorts of viruses.
This place is known locally as the Forest of Death because the trees are so tall that sunlight cannot penetrate and the air cannot circulate.
In addition, the rotting leaves and vegetation produce toxic miasma, which breeds highly toxic mosquitoes. If an inconspicuous mosquito bites you, you will probably experience high fever and dehydration within half an hour.
Therefore, this place is extremely dangerous, and even the native locals dare not come here to hunt easily.
Ye Xingchen took out ten pills and distributed them to everyone. Then he took out some sachets and had everyone wear them.
The pills are medicine for clearing the lungs and detoxifying. The air here is too stuffy and full of miasma. If too much is inhaled, there may be poisoning. This medicine can protect the internal organs from the invasion of poisonous gas.
The sachet was a herbal bag he made; when worn, all kinds of poisonous insects dared not approach.
Seeing Ye Xingchen produce so many things as if by magic, Liu Xuesong couldn't help but ask curiously, "How do you carry so many things on you?"
"It's a secret." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"Ye Xingchen, tell me the truth, do you have any magical artifacts like rings or Sumeru rings?" Zhang Shihao stared at Ye Xingchen.
"As expected of a top disciple of the Xuan Yi Sect, a future successor to the position of Celestial Master." Ye Xingchen stretched out his finger, revealing the Xuan Ring on his hand: "That's right, this is the Xuan Ring. I snatched it from the second brother of the Yin family. It has several compartments inside, enough to hold some commonly used items."
"I practice medicine as a means of cultivation, and I usually like to refine some medicines and carry them with me. Now I'm putting them to use."
"Is it really a storage ring? Let me see." Zhang Shihao's eyes turned red. He grabbed Ye Xingchen's hand and stared at it intently, then channeled a trace of his mind into it.
After a long silence, he murmured, "It really is a storage ring. Is this the legendary storage ring? A mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru, one thing can hold the whole world?"
"You don't need to get so worked up, do you? Your Xuan Yi Sect is a large and powerful organization with an extraordinary status in the martial arts world. Although these things are not common, your Xuan Yi Sect should be able to find a few, right?" Ye Xingchen said.
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