From being plagued by all kinds of diseases to becoming a high-level martial arts demon god!

Chapter 142 Tracking
The bottom of a massive rift valley.

It was pitch black, shrouded only in an endless, thick red mist.

Jiang Heng looked at the data changes in the line about physical body level on the panel.

In just a few hours, it went from level 6.18 to level 6.60.

He successfully activated all thirty-two acupoints on his body.

At this moment, the powerful energy within Jiang Heng's sixty-one acupoints swirled slowly like a vortex.

The fiery essence within the internal organs' furnace connects to dozens of acupoints.
Like iron chains protecting his physical body, they made Jiang Heng's body even stronger.

Jiang Heng stood up from the cave on the cliff face of the valley and stretched his body a little.

Each time an acupoint is opened, the ability to perceive and the quantity of Qi will increase significantly.

Now that Jiang Heng has entered the late stage of level six, his perception of external energy and the intensity of his internal energy have increased exponentially!

Correspondingly, the strength of the martial art "Burning Heaven" he displayed, the power of the body-refining divine runes, and [Calamity Fire - Blood Curse Body].

Anything related to Qi sensation will receive a certain boost.

"Try it."

With a thought, Jiang Heng broke through the thick fog at the bottom of the valley and stood once again on the ground at the bottom of the valley, in front of the translucent black rock.

He stood still, stepped forward with his left leg, lowered his center of gravity, and raised his right arm as if drawing a bow and nocking an arrow.

At the same time, hundreds of energy pathways, both inside and outside the body, travel along the muscles, fascia, and bones.

From countless paths, like invisible water columns condensed in mid-air, they converge at the fist's peak.

Hundreds of Dao patterns simultaneously appeared on the surface of his skin, and the tip of his right fist was completely covered by the inky Thousand Machines Tribulation Dao patterns.

Then, with a punch, the fist instantly tore through the red mist and landed heavily on the translucent black rock.

"Oh!"

A muffled sound echoed through the valley, breaking the deathly silence.

Just hours before, the black rock that Jiang Heng had been relentlessly bombarding had remained unmoved, but now it finally showed signs of trembling.

"It helps a little, but it's still not enough..."

Jiang Heng withdrew his fist and shook his head slightly.

Judging from the current situation, if he wanted to make a hole in this black rock...

We'll have to continue digging here for at least a few more days.

Staying in the same spot for so long and making noise continuously is too risky.

What if they encounter a level seven martial artist from the Thousand Poison Alliance who has entered the Rift Valley to investigate...

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Heng decided to wait until he reached the seventh level of physical body cultivation before returning to dig open the black rock and seize the energy liquid below.

He straightened up, picked up the black staff that was placed to the side, and silently assessed his current strength.

Reaching the Grandmaster level in martial arts is enough for Jiang Heng to be able to compete with a level six peak martial artist in close combat.

With the addition of a second-tier body-refining divine ability, the [Thousand Machines Severing Calamity Hand] was also cultivated to perfection.

Perhaps, it could be used to deal with a level six peak martial artist?
Such a thought crossed Jiang Heng's mind.

Its body leaped up from the bottom of the valley and flew towards the top of the rift.

I've been here for a while now, it's time to go back.

Give the natal Gu in the black jade gourd and the black stone to the Qingming Department for identification.

And declare your contribution points to exchange for the second-tier movement technique from the shop.

As his physical body level increases, Jiang Heng's weakness in speed is becoming increasingly apparent.

After all, to engage in close combat, you first need to be able to get close to your opponent...

"sieve--"

Jiang Heng leaped across a nearly 1,000-meter-deep rift valley and landed on the ground.

……

The wasteland outside the rift valley.

At this moment, the once lush hills and plains have been transformed into arid land by the erosion of the red mist.

Hundreds of kilometers of weeds and trees rotted and turned to dust.

Only a very few survived, their bodies covered in dark red crystals, and they were slowly undergoing a mutation.

Even the land has been eroded into a rusty, dark red color, and the color remains unchanged even after digging three feet into the ground.

Mengza Wenda's figure hovered high in the sky, holding a Blood-Guiding Vajra, looking down at the rift valley and wasteland filled with thick fog.

Behind him stood two middle-aged martial artists dressed in gold thread, whose auras were equally formidable.

Both of them were level six martial artists with physical strength, and were direct descendants of the Wenda family, namely Mengzha's brothers, Daxin and Pengxili.

However, like Meng Zha, these two were not well-liked by the leader of the Wuyin Cave among the direct descendants.

During the hundred years that Wuyin Wenda served as the chieftain of Zhangyun Cave, he had many wives and concubines, and fathered over a hundred children.

With such a large bloodline, kinship ties are naturally very weak.

Of all these people, only a very small number will actually be able to obtain the right of inheritance.

Most people's status is even lower than that of collateral heirs.

This is the case with Tassin and Poon Sili.

In order to continue to climb the social ladder within their tribe, they sought refuge with Mengzha and provided advance financial assistance to Chayapeng.

It is hoped that Chayapon will be able to inherit the position of chieftain in the future.

At that time, they will also be able to obtain sufficient benefits.

But now... Chayapon has disappeared, and years of anticipation and planning have come to naught.

Neither of them looked too good on the way here.

"Did you find it?"

Daxin asked in a deep voice.

Meng Zha stared intently at the Blood-Guiding Pestle in his hand and said, "Wait a little longer, it'll be soon..."

This item comes from the sacred land of Thousand Gu Lake in the Thirteen Caves of Southern Xinjiang, and is made from the corpse of a special kind of bloodthirsty Gu worm.

With just a single drop of someone's blood, one can trace their whereabouts and find out where they went.

However, the pervasive red mist severely hampered the Blood-Guiding Pestle's judgment, causing its effectiveness to be inconsistent, sometimes working and sometimes not.

Ponceli looked cautious, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

He frowned at Mengzha and asked:

"Why not contact Pakhan and search for Jayapong's whereabouts together?"

As Chayapeng's protector, Pakan is currently searching for any trace of Chayapeng in the red mist area.

The environment of the Red Mist region is unknown, and they may encounter level seven martial artists from the Tianfu region at any time while they are in it.

If they could travel with Pakan, who possessed a physical body at level seven, their situation would be much safer.

Mengzha snorted coldly: "Pakan is untrustworthy! A dignified seventh-level martial artist, he couldn't even protect Chayapeng."

"I suspect that he deliberately harmed Chayapeng, which led to his disappearance, in order to support the successor of the third branch to take over!"

"If we act with him, we won't even know how we died."

Dashin and Poon Siri exchanged a glance.

A flash of anger appeared in Ponceli's eyes, and he frowned, saying:

"If you hadn't lured Chayapon here to search for ruins, how could he have ended up in such a predicament? And you have the nerve to suspect Pakan?"

"If you weren't his father, I would suspect you might be a spy sent by another branch of the family!"

Mengza flew into a rage: "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"I'm doing this for Cha Yapeng's own good. If he can really obtain even a trace of the Red Moon Clan's remains, he can take over the position of Cave Chief sooner!"

"Moreover, the information I received is also correct. Although the remains of a powerful expert have not yet been discovered, the sudden appearance of such a massive energy essence vein on this land is quite extraordinary."

"Who can say for sure that it's not here?!"

Pongsi said angrily, "Then why can't you come yourself, instead of making Jayapong risk his life?"

To put it bluntly, isn't it just that you're afraid of death?

The alliance among the three was always based on the premise that Chayapeng would become the lord of Zhangyun Dongdong in the future.

With Chayapon gone, their relationship has begun to crack.

Just then, Daxin's gaze shifted, focusing on the Blood-Drawing Pestle in Mengzha's hand, and his expression changed slightly.

"Stop arguing, the pestle is making a sound!"

At this moment, at the top of the Blood-Drawing Pestle, inside that crystal-like sphere.

A dark red pointer suddenly rose up, pointing straight in one direction.

Moreover, the pointer is still moving slightly northward.

This means that Jayapong is currently heading north and he is not dead!
Mengzha, who was about to speak, suddenly turned his gaze back, and a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.

He immediately said, "Quick, let's go!"

Meng Zha took a step forward, and a surge of energy emanated from his feet, transforming into dark blue-green Dao patterns.

He then directly used his supernatural powers to propel his body toward the direction the pestle was pointing!
Daxin and Peng Xili exchanged a glance, and a look of joy appeared on their faces.

Then he immediately used his supernatural powers to follow after them.

A mere dozen breaths later, the three tore through a patch of red mist and saw a tall, blurry figure shrouded in the red mist not far away.

The pointer of the Blood-Drawing Pestle was pointing straight at that figure!

If nothing unexpected happens,

The tall figure in the red mist must be Chayapon!

Mengzha quickly stepped forward, opening his mouth to shout, "Check..."

The moment he opened his mouth, the smile on his face froze.

Because the tall figure opposite them was not Chaya Peng at all!
With fair skin and Han Chinese features, this was clearly a martial artist from the Chengdu Plain.

Why is the Blood-Drawing Pestle pointing at him?!
At this moment, Daxin and Peng Xili also arrived. Upon seeing Jiang Heng's face, their expressions immediately darkened.

Mengza roared, "Who are you? Where is Chayapon?!"

The sound echoed for a long time in the red mist.

He spoke Thai, but Jiang Heng, having dealt with the Thousand Gu Alliance for so long, could understand some of it.

Chayapon?
Jiang Heng looked at the three people in front of him wearing dark patterned jacquard silk and the golden cloud pattern on their cuffs.

He then recalled that the level six martial artist he had said he would kill a dozen hours earlier was also dressed in the same clothes.

It seems these three people came here in search of this person?

Why did it happen to me?
Jiang Heng's heart stirred, and his gaze shifted downwards, sweeping over the black jade gourd at his waist.

Could it be the natal Gu that I previously placed in this black jade gourd?
At this moment, Meng Zha also noticed the black jade gourd at Jiang Heng's waist.

He could recognize at a glance that the black jade gourd was Chaya Peng's!

For martial artists from the Thirteen Caves of Southern Xinjiang, it is almost impossible to lose something as close to their body as a gourd containing venomous insects.

Since this black jade gourd appeared on this person, there is only one possibility left...

What did you do to Chayapon?

Mengzha's face was now gloomy and gradually became ferocious, as if he had transformed into a ferocious beast that would devour anyone who wanted to eat him!
If Chayapon were to die, it's hard to imagine how Kirigakure Onda would treat him!
Jiang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three people in front of him.

Judging from the aura these three are currently exuding, they are likely all martial artists at or above the late stage of level six.

And the one in the lead might have already reached the peak of level six!
With these three joining forces, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle them...

retreat!

With this in mind, Jiang Heng suddenly retreated and rushed towards the direction of the rift valley!
"Stop right there! Don't even think about running away!"

Upon seeing this, Meng Zha roared angrily and took the lead in chasing after them, wielding the Blood-Guiding Pestle.

He then turned his head to Daxin and Peng Xili and said, "No matter what, let's catch this person first!"

"What if Chayapon was only captured, but not killed?!"

After saying that, he ran off in pursuit.

Daxin's gaze was gloomy, and his voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "Let's go. If Chayapon really dies, we won't come out unscathed either."

"If we can catch the murderer who killed Chayapon, it will be a way to atone for our sins."

Without saying much, Poon Silly nodded slowly, and then, together with Dashin, chased after them ahead.

……

However, less than a moment later...

The three had no choice but to stop and stand above the huge rift, looking down at the churning red mist.

Meng Zha's expression was somewhat unpleasant. That kid wasn't very fast; he only needed a few more breaths to catch up.

But to everyone's surprise, he actually plunged straight into the rift valley...

Before the three of them stepped into the red mist area, they had already taken a potion to resist the crystallization of flesh and blood.

Only then can one move freely in and out of this red mist.

However, the concentration of red mist in this rift valley is much higher than that outside.

Even with medication, it might not be enough to stop it!
A series of thoughts flashed through Meng Zha's mind, and he finally said quickly:

"This person is not as strong as us. He certainly won't last long in this rift valley."

"Hold your breath, grab him first!"

With their strength, they could hold their breath for about half an hour in this red mist environment.

Going down there is no problem.

Daxin and Peng Xili nodded, and the three of them immediately took a deep breath and set off to plunge into the surging red mist of the huge rift.

……

"Damn it, where did that kid go in such a short time..."

Red mist slowly rises and falls in the rift valley.

Meng Zha's eyes were bloodshot, even with his qi-sensing protection activated.

However, there is still a slight sensation of red mist penetrating the body, irritating the most vulnerable part of the body—the eyes.

In just a short while, the eyes of all three of them were already extremely sore.

"Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case."

Daxin frowned, staring at the slowly rising and falling red mist below, deep in thought.

"Given the concentration of red mist in this rift, if a Tianfu martial artist were to move quickly through it, it would surely cause a large amount of red mist to surge."

"But the fact that this red mist hasn't moved can only mean..."

"This Tianfu martial artist hasn't gone far; he might be hiding nearby!"

Da Xin suddenly understood, raised his head, and was about to express his thoughts.

But when he looked up, he saw Mengzha staring at him in astonishment, his mouth open as if he wanted to shout something.

"Behind you..."

Daxin was slightly taken aback.

what's the situation?
The next moment, a tall figure emerged from the thick red mist behind Daxin.

The heavy, dark club, carrying immense force, crashed down and smashed his skull!

(End of this chapter)