After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 82 81. The Final Encounter (3.3K words - please subscribe)
The market town of Hantan Valley has turned into a battlefield, with potholes everywhere, mountain tops cut off, mountain sides blown up, broken rocks and wood everywhere, and the air is mixed with pungent fishy smells.

Both the monks and the fox demons suffered heavy casualties.
The demonic shadow of Grandma Fox has disappeared, replaced by a hunched, panting three-tailed white fox.

The white fox was no taller than half a person, and was standing on a solitary cliff at dusk.

"call"

"call"

"call"

Grandma Fox looked into the distance with a fierce and unwilling look. After this desperate battle, 70 to 80 percent of her cubs had been killed, and she didn't know how long it would take to train a new batch.

The multi-tailed fox tribe is known for its illusions, so the most suitable tactic for dealing with the enemy is to sneak in slowly, sow discord, and cut the flesh with a blunt knife.

This kind of fierce and aggressive approach is totally inappropriate.

Grandma Fox also knew it, but she never expected that the cunning little thief was so hard to find!

At first, it thought it was the stone seat bird.

After a sudden attack, they captured him easily.

Then, it thought it might be Song Yan.

As for Song Yan, he is such a great cultivator, and he is right in the market town of Hantan Valley, how could it not find him?

But the reality far exceeded its expectations.

The raid also turned into an offensive.

But the war was over, and it had suffered heavy losses and was seriously injured. It turned the entire Hantan Valley market upside down and looked at almost every cultivator in Hantan Valley, but still did not find the little thief.

With its sharp eyesight, it would be able to recognize the thief as long as it saw him.

But it really didn't find it!
At this moment, it was almost certain that "Song Yan was the thief who stole the blood essence of its tiger king", otherwise it would not be so difficult to find him.

The setting sun is like blood, rolling inch by inch.

Grandma Fox covered the wound on her left shoulder, which was caused by the evil ghost cultivator before. It was extremely serious and needed to be suppressed with mysterious energy all the time, otherwise the curse would spread immediately.

"First, I will return to the capital of Wei, sort out my collection, and quickly get rid of the tiger. Then, I will escape."

"As long as the tiger disappears, even if the fox and wolf tribes come after us, they won't be able to confirm that I stole the only remaining tiger. "

"I still have an ancient map. There is an ancient teleportation array on the map. Although I don't know where it will take me, it's better than staying here."

'Sooner or later, the fox and wolf tribes will discover the truth, but by then, I will no longer be on this continent.'

Since she failed to retrieve the "blood of the tiger king", Mrs. Fox suddenly wanted to escape.

It made up its mind, took a pill immediately, recovered a little, and then headed north quickly.

Along the way, it walked and stopped, constantly using its diffuse spiritual sense to detect the movements ahead.

It will only continue to move forward once it is confirmed to be safe.

After all, it is really at the end of its strength at this time. If it encounters Gu Huangzi, the Great Elder and others who come back to kill it, it will be finished.

Spiritual consciousness and perception are different.

Perception relies on human organs, but spiritual awareness relies on Xuan Qi. This is exclusive to the Crimson Palace level.
As the mysterious energy spreads, all the scenes in the distance will appear before your eyes.

But generally speaking, if your spreading spiritual consciousness touches a being at the same level, that being will also feel you.

So, this is actually a dilemma.

If you don't use your divine sense, you won't be able to detect your surroundings; but if you use your divine sense, if you encounter a powerful enemy, the enemy will instantly discover you and understand that you are a Crimson Palace Realm being.
By then, you won’t even be able to hide.

If it was possible not to use it, Grandma Fox would not want to use it, but at this moment she had to use it because its appearance was too special. If Gu Huangzi, the Great Elder and others used their spiritual sense to observe it, they would be able to detect it in an instant.

However, no matter how careful Grandma Fox was, her expression suddenly changed when she passed through a forest half an hour later.
In the distance, an elder from the Nanwu Sword Gate who was flying on a sword with his spiritual awareness fully open suddenly stopped and uttered a strange "huh" sound, and then his spiritual awareness completely enveloped them.

When Mrs. Fox knew she had been discovered, she stopped pretending and turned around and ran away.

It is in such a mess now that it can't even pretend.

The elder hurriedly took out the communication stone and said, "I found that old demon fox!"

The other side of the communication stone transmitted the gnashing voice of the Great Elder of Nanwu Jianmen: "This time, it will be impossible for him to return."

Along the way, he and Gu Huangzi had already understood the situation of Hantan Valley Market.

I also understand that Grandma Fox might be returning north.

Therefore, the two of them tacitly deployed their troops and rushed to Hantan Valley themselves, but asked their fellow disciples to set up a dragnet on the road to the north of Hantan Valley.

This dragnet is extremely widespread and is still spreading, with many monks deployed in it. No matter where it is attacked, the monks stationed in the nearby Crimson Palace will rush there immediately after hearing the news.

But what made the Great Elder miserable was that in the battle at Hantan Valley Market, his Nanwu Sword Sect suffered heavy losses, and although the Puppet Sect also lost many disciples, the number was far less than theirs.

Obviously, even though there are spineless people among the righteous, most of them will instinctively stand up when they see demons, because the "education" they receive in their daily lives requires them to do so.

Even though he was frightened, his first reaction was to slay the demons and eliminate the evil, rather than abandoning his fellow disciples and running away.

The Demon Sect is different.

The elder's heart is bleeding
The Thorny Fox Alliance suffered a setback first, and then the Cold Pond Valley Market suffered another setback, which was really adding insult to injury.

Da da da.
Song Yan rode a fast horse and quickly escaped from Hantan Valley.

He quickly dealt with the fox demon hanging on his body and temporarily threw the corpse into an extra storage bag, now looking around.

This is a desolate mountain area with no village in front and no shop behind.

Song Yan found a meadow to tie up his horse, but he did not light a bonfire. He just leaned against an old tree to take a rest.

Only people in the underworld ride horses, so riding during the day is the safest way to travel.

But traveling at night is still too conspicuous.

This place is close to the Cold Pond Valley, and who knows how many monks and fox demons are nearby. Song Yan gathered his clothes. Although the spring night was cold, he didn't feel the slightest bit of coldness.

Let’s not talk about this. Even if he was thrown into an ice hole or put into a stove, he would be fine.

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From time to time, the chirping of insects and birds could be heard around, and occasionally the howling of wild beasts in the distance. The sound was melodious and far-reaching, diffusing in the forest air with the smell of moisture and earth.

The moonlight gradually rises and shines in the sky. The shadows of the trees are sparse and dense, swaying with the sound of swaying in the spring night breeze.

Song Yan picked some grass and fed it to the horse. Watching the horse chewing the grass with a "crunch, crunch" sound, his heart couldn't help but relax.

'Today a lot has happened.'

"After today, I'm afraid I will be wanted by Fox Lady, Puppet Sect, and Nanwu Jianmen."

"We definitely can't go to Wei. Not only is there a conflict between Wei and Jin, but there are also fox demons and monks. It's too chaotic."

"Shu is a good place, but if someone investigates a little, they will find out that Hua Rong is suspicious. If I go there, I'm afraid I will be waiting for him."

"Then let's go to Wu State and find a remote village. It would be best if we could buy a butcher's shop and live there for a few years."

Song Yan thought for a while, then checked the surroundings again. After confirming that there was no problem, he wrapped his clothes, closed his eyes slightly, and rested.

In this way, Song Yan traveled south for several days.

One day, when passing by a big river, he saw that the river was wide and the water was surging, so he looked up and down for a ferry. When it was getting dark, he stayed temporarily in a wild place.

During this period, he also saw monks.

But those monks just glanced at him from afar or from the air and ignored him.

What's there to worry about when he's just a common person in the world?

In the middle of the night, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

As he got further away from the Puppet Sect and the Cold Pond Valley, his heart began to relax. He felt as if all the shackles had been broken and the world was vast from now on.
But suddenly he heard a noise coming from a distance.

That was the sound of a petite woman walking, stepping heavily and lightly on the muddy ground in the wild. She sounded like a lame person, or perhaps injured.

Although such things don't happen often in the underworld, it's not uncommon when they happen. After all, there are still many cases of vendettas in the underworld.

Song Yan opened his eyes slightly and looked into the distance through the gaps between the trees.

A woman soon appeared on the path along the river.

The woman was almost covered in blood, her head was lowered, and her long hair fell, covering her face.

Her left foot was dangling, and her right elbow was resting on the unsheathed sword as a crutch.

In the moonlight, blood was still dripping from her temples and chin, drop by drop, falling into the sandy yellow earth of the wasteland.

She seems to have just killed someone.
It was as if she herself was injured.

Song Yan quickly concluded that this woman must have killed someone.

Because the sword was wide and long, it was not suitable for such a petite woman to use.

This little woman killed someone and took the sword.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In such a cruel world, on such a cold spring night, a woman in such a miserable state always makes people feel compassion and sympathy, and people can't help but wonder what happened to her? Does she need help now?
Song Yan was a normal person, and he couldn't help but start thinking, and even felt that if it wasn't a big problem, he could help out. Use the concave stone, boil a pot of hot water, hunt two wild animals, and replenish her energy.

This place is far away from the monks and demons.

This is already the world of Jianghu.

A thought flashed through Song Yan's mind, and he thought about getting up and lending a hand.

But suddenly he stopped.

An indescribable strange feeling arose in his heart.

The woman on the muddy road by the river gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity and danger.

Song Yan has always been a person who trusts his intuition.

Even though he has entered the Crimson Palace, he will still avoid any meaningless, worthless, and unexpected conflicts as long as they do not provoke him.

He started to back away.

At this moment, the little woman walking on the road with a sword seemed to notice him.

She turned her head slightly, and in the moonlight, the "source of the blood" was revealed.

Not the sideburns, but the corners of the mouth!

The little woman was still chewing a finger in her mouth.

The blood is dripping from the fingers!

In Song Yan's eyes, the little woman's pretty face began to become blurred, and her eyes became fierce.

This little woman has seen Song Yan's appearance many times through soul searching.

Song Yan's body shape, movements, habits, and every detail were deeply engraved in its mind.

It was blocked from going north and was chased all the way. It was seriously injured and gave up the idea of ​​going back to the imperial capital. It turned south and planned to escape.
Along the way, when it was hungry, it would transform itself into a beautiful woman in the wilderness. Only by appearing in front of people would men come to pay their respects to it, and it would have food.

Tonight, it had just eaten a man and was thinking about when to cross the river, but suddenly it felt an indescribable strange feeling.

It was only a few dozen feet away.
Their eyes met in mid-air.

Once touched, they can never be separated!
There was a sound of gnashing teeth.
"Song Yan."

"Grandma"

(End of this chapter)