Chapter 41 Questioning
The checks became increasingly strict. The last time Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing went ashore, they were questioned by soldiers. The squad leader even sent two soldiers to accompany them to the courtyard to confirm their address before finally letting them pass.
Fortunately, the soldier didn't follow Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang the whole time, otherwise Gu Qingqing would have had to figure out how to silence the soldier who followed them without being discovered.
But since then, Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang have dared not go ashore. They only occasionally spy on the situation between the two sides from the reefs some distance from the shore.
The situation is getting increasingly tense, and both sides are deploying their forces.
When Ji Zhuang flew over the islands, he often saw that the distant large island was densely packed with demon soldiers, while the other large island was densely packed with the remnants of the witch tribe.
Whenever Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing returned from watching the excitement, they would excitedly tell Ji Rong about it.
Therefore, Ji Rong was very curious about the appearance of those witches, but Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing's descriptions were too abstract, and Ji Rong couldn't figure it out, so she had to give up.
Now, Ji Rong's feet have grown onto the cliff and are beginning to petrify, but fortunately she does not feel any discomfort.
Over the years, they have been squandering their existing wealth, with no way to make money.
Gu Qingqing had shamelessly sent letters to the Fire Fox Clan and the Ice Fox Clan of the Danxue Mountains multiple times seeking help, but all her letters disappeared without a trace, and she never received a reply.
At first, Gu Qingqing was disheartened by the ruthlessness of her relatives, but later she felt nothing at all.
Now that Gu Qingqing no longer entrusts the caravan with its seals, their treasures are almost gone. Rather than spending money on this illusory hope, they would rather buy more spiritual spring water to water Ji Rong, who will also help them to regulate the spiritual energy on the island.
After twenty years of cultivation, it is no longer appropriate to call the reef island a reef island. Although the fierce winds prevent trees from growing on the island, the various spiritual herbs that Ji Zhuangsai planted are growing very well.
With the addition of vegetation, the island gradually attracted some common birds to come and nest.
Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing had no intention of driving them away, so the island gradually became lively.
One night, Gu Qingqing and the others were sleeping soundly when they suddenly heard a loud "bang" from afar, which woke up the three of them who were sleeping on the cliff.
On the dark horizon, firelight shone through the distant clouds. The wind carrying the remnants of magic blew in. Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing exchanged a glance and secretly flew towards the battlefield.
They watched from a distance on the island of Fan. They saw the soldiers of the Temple of War fighting fiercely with the sorcerers. The cultivators on both sides were falling into the sea like dumplings being dropped into boiling water. Many gluttonous creatures in the sea gathered there and would open their mouths to take a bite every now and then.
Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing looked at it for a while and their mouths started to water.
The battle lasted for a day and a night.
The remnants of the Wu tribe were skilled in using poison, and since they were in their own territory, they had a natural advantage. The soldiers on the other side suffered heavy casualties and retreated.
Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing stayed there, not moving at all.
They waited for the main army and the witch tribe to retreat.
Waiting for the logistics soldiers to finish cleaning up the battlefield,
Waiting for the sea creatures to finish eating and leave.
After the logistics troops from both sides met, fought again, and retreated, Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing finally made their move.
Ji Zhuang flew into the sky, carrying Gu Qingqing as they swooped down.
Gu Qingqing extended four tails of varying lengths, rolled up a pile of corpses covered with unidentified objects, and flew swiftly towards the rocky island.
As Ji Zhuang flew, he also used his spiritual power without reservation to use the "Soaring Wind and Controlling Rain Technique" to erase his return path.
Ji Zhuang's Wind and Rain Control Technique had a small range, but the clouds and rain were like long threads, stretching out from a distance, resembling a small dragon running wildly.
Ji Zhuang deliberately took a longer route. He swaggered to a deserted island, stayed there for a while, and then secretly circled around to the back of the island and flew back to the reef island with the seabirds.
Back on the reef island, Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing excitedly leaped onto the cliff and showed Ji Rong their special catch from the past few days.
Gu Qingqing wiped the faces of the corpses with grass and said, "This side is the War God Temple, and this side is the Lich Clan."
Ji Rong turned her head and quietly observed for a while. The corpses in the Temple of War looked just like her brother, strangely shaped.
The two corpses of the witch clan were even more peculiar. One of them looked very much like the "person" she knew, but it had large eyes, a wide face, and a protrusion on its forehead, the outline of which resembled an eye.
It has two hands and two feet, but its hands are thin and long like claws. Its ears are slightly pointed, and it has a tail behind it. It has very little fur and uses tree bark as clothing.
The other corpse looked like a fish; if it weren't for the tree bark on its body, Ji Rong would have thought it was a fish monster.
Looking at their bark clothing, Ji Rong thought, "These must be natives."
She tapped the corpses with her tiny roots, like checking if a watermelon was ripe, to see if any of them could be absorbed by her.
"Cough, cough." With her gentle tapping, one of the corpses on the other side of the War God Temple, with a face like that of a thunder god, suddenly sat up. Ji Rong was startled and immediately sent out dozens of roots.
Each tendril pierced the cultivator's heart like a sharp sword, and Ji Zhuang also flew up, using his claws to pierce open the cultivator's brain.
Gu Qingqing then used her tail to lock the cultivator's throat;
The three children attacked almost simultaneously, beating the War God Temple cultivator to the point of being beyond dead.
"Oh dear, I'm so nervous," Ji Rong, who made the first move, said embarrassedly.
"I clearly picked up a dead one," Gu Qingqing said, frowning.
“Yes,” Ji Zhuang agreed, “it was already dead when we picked it up.”
With the hidden danger eliminated, Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing began to perform the act of dissecting the corpse for Ji Rong.
There were no valuable items on the four corpses; if one had to name a valuable part, it would only be their flesh.
That night, Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing ate a very large meal.
Once you're full at one meal, you crave full meals every day.
Holding the equipment they had stripped from the death cultivators of the Temple of War, the two discussed with Ji Rong the feasibility of playing the role of soldiers to freeload.
No one noticed that under the night sky, a common bird on this rocky island stumbled and broke away from its flock, flying towards the sea.
But this bird had clearly lost its mind tonight; it forgot its identity as a mere mortal, and it forgot the unwavering gale that rises on the rocky island at nightfall.
The bird escaped Ji Rong's control for less than a moment before its blood-red feathers were scattered by the darkness and it fell into the sea.
The next day, Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing, carrying the dilapidated equipment of the Temple of War, wandered around the various deserted islands stealthily. Before long, they spotted a spirit fish, swimming haphazardly and seemingly disoriented, floating on the surface of the sea.
Ji Zhuang had sharp eyesight, and when he saw a spirit fish floating on the sea, he couldn't resist it. He happily picked it up and brought it ashore, where he shared it with Gu Qingqing.
Ji Zhuang had just finished eating when the remnants of the Wu tribe began to ring the bell.
The atmosphere was extremely tense at this moment because the Tenth Elder's lamp had just been extinguished.
Several days ago, they decided to send ten elders to infiltrate the enemy camp.
In order to infiltrate, the Tenth Elder made a huge sacrifice. He abandoned his original body, possessed a slave of his own race, and fought a battle with the cultivators of the War God Temple. Logically, he should be next to Jiao Pingbo's tent at this time.
But the ten elders never returned, and even their soul lamps went out. The witch clan could not believe or accept that such outstanding elders had died so young and inexplicably.
Ji Zhuang found the fish exceptionally delicious, but Gu Qingqing didn't find it particularly appealing.
Finally, Ji Zhuang decided to go back.
He thought to himself, "It would be such a waste not to give this delicious fish to my sister."
Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang left without warning and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Back on the cliff, Ji Zhuang gave the leftover fish to his younger sister, Ji Rong. Ji Rong looked at it and thought it must be delicious, so she opened her mouth and ate it.
Ji Zhuang was overjoyed to see Ji Rong eat it. He secretly thought that if he saw this kind of fish again, he would definitely pick them all up.
The elders of the Wu tribe tracked down to the deserted island where Ji Zhuang and Gu Qingqing were eating fish. They used a secret technique and saw that before their tenth elder died, his eyes were filled with a war god's token.
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