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Chapter 541 was discovered and reproduced

The night on Linxian Island should be peaceful and quiet.

The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on every inch of land on the island, as if covering everything with a layer of gauze.

The flowers and plants swayed gently in the breeze, making a slight rustling sound, which intertwined with the occasional chirping of insects to form a soothing nocturne.

However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, the crisis is quietly approaching.

A few faint blue lights flashed by like lightning, and it turned out to be a group of blue raccoon dogs.

Their hair gleams with a mysterious luster under the moonlight, and each strand seems to contain magical power. The blue light emanating from their bodies interweaves with the night, as if they are mysterious creatures born from the darkness.

The blue arc raccoon in the lead has a sturdy posture and taut muscles, revealing a strength that should not be underestimated.

It was holding tightly in its mouth a feather left behind by a green-green man. The feather was trembling slightly between its sharp teeth, as if it was carrying the key code to change the outcome of the battle.

At this moment, its eyes were shining with excitement and eagerness, and its mind kept emerging with the admiring expression of the Greedy tribe leader when he saw the feathers and the generous reward that was about to be obtained.

This thought was like a fire, igniting the desire in its heart and prompting it to act more rapidly.

I saw it kick its hind legs hard, and its whole body shot out like an arrow, drawing a graceful and sharp arc in the air.

The moment it landed, its front paws embedded firmly into the ground, stirring up a small cloud of dust, and then it quickly bounced up, leading its companions behind it to run towards Yanjin Mountain.

The other blue raccoons followed closely, they were very close to each other, occasionally touching their heads lightly, conveying their tacit understanding and excitement.

Their tails were raised high and swaying rapidly, and their dark blue fur glowed with a faint white light due to excitement, as if they were lighting up small lamps in the night.

They ran wildly along the winding mountain path filled with the smell of greed, with the wind whistling in their ears.

Wherever they went, the strange grasses on the roadside were disturbed by the air currents they created, startling the fluorescent insects living in them and causing them to flap their wings in panic and flee. The flashing light of these insects intertwined with the blue light of the blue raccoon dogs, creating a dreamlike experience.

Soon, the outline of Yanjin Mountain appeared faintly in the night.

This mountain is like a dormant ancient beast. There are jagged rocks at the foot of the mountain. Each stone seems to be engraved with mysterious patterns by time, exuding an ancient and powerful breath.

The Blue Arc Raccoon didn't hesitate at all. It bent its body and climbed the steep slope with amazing agility.

Their sharp claws dug into the soil and rocks, making slight friction sounds, and their movements were as fast as ghosts, making it almost impossible to catch a glimpse of them.

Finally, they arrived at a hidden valley in Yanjin Mountain.

There is a thin layer of mist here, and it is eerily quiet. The moonlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, outlining mottled light and shadows on the ground, like a mysterious painting.

The blue raccoons carefully placed the feathers on the ground and gently touched them with their noses, as if they were holding a solemn ceremony.

Then, they raised their heads and let out a series of rapid and high-pitched humming sounds from their throats. Their hair flashed bright and dazzling blue light, announcing their success to the Greedy Clan leader hiding in the dark.

The small shabby house of the Sparrow tribe is quietly hidden in a corner of the island, as if it is a mysterious corner forgotten by time. The old thatched roof of the small shabby house rustles in the night breeze, as if whispering stories of the past.

The wall is made of rough stones, with a few unknown weeds growing tenaciously in the cracks, swaying slightly in the hazy moonlight, adding a touch of simplicity and vicissitudes.

The old locust tree in front of the house has lush branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows, giving this quiet place a mysterious veil.

The inside of the house was completely different. The warm yellow light shone through the window and sprinkled into the night outside, creating a warm halo.

Hanging on the wall are colorful hand-woven tapestries unique to the Sparrow people, depicting scenes of the tribe’s life. Each pattern carries family memories.

The ground was covered with soft animal skins, and a few simple wooden blocks were placed randomly. In the middle was a small fire pit. The warm flames jumped gently, dispelling the chill of the night.

Everything was silent, with only the whistling wind breaking the tranquility of the night.

Wang Guihui stood in front of the shabby house, shrouded in a haze of self-blame. Her eyes were wide open, scanning the surroundings without blinking, and the moonlight fell on her face, reflecting a face full of panic and regret.

Suddenly, Wang Guihui's legs softened and he slowly knelt down. He folded his hands, palms facing upward, and placed them devoutly in front of his chest. This was the posture of the Sparrow Green Tribe to apologize when faced with a major mistake.

Her voice was trembling and tearful, and was particularly clear in the silent night: "It's my fault that I didn't learn the skills well enough to protect the barrier, and put everyone in danger. I am willing to accept any punishment." She raised her head slightly and looked at the night sky, her eyes full of helplessness and self-blame.

Upon hearing the noise, the tribesmen came and gathered around her.

Wang Zeze looked concerned and stepped forward first. He knelt on one knee, looked Wang Guihui in the eye, put his hands lightly on her shoulders, and said solemnly and gently: "Huihui, in the Sparrow Tribe, we are a family with the same blood and share the same misfortunes. This is not your responsibility alone." After that, he stood up, faced the crowd, his eyes determined.

Wang Diandian walked quickly to Wang Guihui, squatted down, held her hand and gave her strength: "Yes, we are a whole. In the face of danger, we must stick to each other more closely." At this time, the tribesmen stretched out their right hands with their palms facing forward. This is a symbolic gesture of the unity of the Quelu tribe.

Wang Guihui looked at the scene in front of her and tears welled up in her eyes.

She slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and the cowardice in her eyes gradually faded away, replaced by firmness and determination.

Under the cover of night, Yanjin Mountain is enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere.

The members of the Lan Clan of Linxian Island stood quietly, holding glowing magic weapons in their hands and looking around vigilantly.

Not far away, the Lan family's lilac spiritual power flickered around them, blending in with the night. Their eyes were stern, and the sharp blades in their hands were shining coldly. They kept an eye on the surroundings, waiting for the right moment.

The cool night was like ink, thickly splashed on every inch of land in Yanjin Mountain. The members of the Lan clan hid in the darkness, exuding a strange aura that blended with the night.

Their figures were looming in the shadows, and only the cold light reflected from the sharp blades in their hands broke the dead silence.

When the Blue Arc Raccoon came quickly with the feathers of the Green Clan members, the Lan clan members quickly surrounded it.

The elder of the Lan family who was in the lead had wrinkles on his face as deep as ravines. He stretched out his bony but calloused hand, held out a sharp blade, and took the feather with the tip of the blade.

The Lan clan members around also took the feathers with the tips of their blades.

Those hands trembled slightly in the moonlight, not because of nervousness, but because of uncontrollable excitement.