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Chapter 132 Melee in Front of the Cave [Please Subscribe!]

Chen Qing and his three companions followed the spirit-seeking rat for nearly sixty miles.

The mountains and forests became increasingly secluded, with ancient trees reaching for the sky.

Chen Qing stood on the Green Wind Boat, closely following behind Fang Yuan, his spiritual sense constantly spreading within a radius of sixty-nine feet, keeping an eye on the surrounding movements.

Suddenly, Fang Yuan in front of him stopped and abruptly raised his hand.

"stop!"

The three of them simultaneously reined in their momentum.

Shi Xiuyuan's slender figure froze in mid-air, cautiously glancing around: "Have we arrived?"

Fang Yuan did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes and focused his mind for a moment. The smug look on his round face gradually faded, and his brows furrowed slightly: "We have arrived, but—someone beat us to it."

Chen Qing and Song Yang exchanged a glance, their gazes slightly narrowed.

"Just a few little mice." Fang Yuan lowered his voice and gestured for the three of them to follow. "Let's go check the situation first."

The four concealed their presence and moved forward quietly under the cover of the dense forest.

Passing through an ancient forest, a hidden cave was found nestled between the mountain walls. The entrance was about two zhang wide, and scattered around it were large pieces of rubble and broken trees. In front of the cave entrance lay the corpses of seven or eight demonic beasts, each of them a first-tier high-grade size, their deaths quite gruesome.

At that moment, ten people were standing outside the cave entrance.

These people were dressed in a motley collection of clothes; some wore animal skin armor, while others wore coarse cloth robes, exuding an air of untamed wilderness.

The first six were working together to attack the two golden tigers, while the other four were scattered on guard, effectively sealing off the cave entrance.

Although the two golden tigers were not as large as the tiger king, they were still about seven feet tall, their fur shimmering with golden light. However, they were now wounded in many places and were constantly emitting low roars, clearly at their last gasp.

Deep inside the cave, faint traces of energy could be heard.

Fang Yuan squinted, his gaze sweeping over the ten people. He lowered his voice and said, "They're all rogue cultivators. Two at the ninth level, four at the eighth level, and four at the seventh level—not a single one at the tenth level."

Shi Xiuyuan's thin face remained expressionless, his lips barely moving: "You've all witnessed the might of the Golden Tiger King. The Golden Tiger cubs are at least of the second-tier high-grade bloodline; such creatures are nowhere to be found in the Canglan Domain. Whether we take them back to Beast Taming Peak, bring them back to our family to raise, or form a contract with them after we reach Foundation Establishment, it's a sure-fire way to make money."

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes, a cold glint appearing on his round face: "In the secret realm, the strong prey on the weak. Since we've run into each other, why not..."

Chen Qing and Song Yang exchanged a glance, their eyes both quite cold, and nodded without the slightest hesitation. Song Yang even grinned; the three of them had done this kind of thing quite a few times in the secret realm.

The world of cultivation has never been a dinner party; when opportunity knocks, it's all about power, not sentiment!

however.

Just as the four were about to make their move—

"Buzz!"

Four beams of light shot out from the dense forest behind them without warning. A crimson fire talisman, two flying swords, and a poisoned crossbow bolt glowing with green light were aimed straight at the four men's backs!

Chen Qing's heart tightened, but his reaction was extremely fast.

He patted the spirit beast pouch with his right hand, and three beams of spiritual light flew out, transforming into the figures of Qingtian, Danyu, and Yinyue.

Song Yang, Fang Yuan, and Shi Xiuyuan reacted just as quickly. Three spirit beasts appeared beside each of them. Song Yang's Silver Moon Wolf and Rock Armor Bear roared and blocked the way in front, while the Golden Feather Thunder Eagle flapped its wings and circled. Fang Yuan's Mountain King and Fire Spirit Fox protected the flanks on the left and right, while the Gale Sparrow flew low overhead. Shi Xiuyuan's Iron Back Turtle landed with a thud, the Crimson Fire Python coiled out, and the Golden Feather Thunder Eagle also spread its wings and took off.

The twelve spirit beasts attacked simultaneously, their various colored spiritual lights weaving into an impenetrable net that blocked all four attacks.

boom!

A burst of inspiration erupted, and a surge of energy erupted.

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes, glanced into the depths of the dense forest behind him, and sneered, "I wanted to be the mantis stalking the cicada, but I ended up being the oriole instead. It seems these people also have methods similar to mine for finding spirit rats."

Chen Qing glanced at the four newly appeared late-stage Qi Refining cultivators behind him, then looked back at the cave entrance.

The two golden tigers had collapsed to the ground with a thud, their mountain-like bodies pressed against the rubble, lifeless.

The ten rogue cultivators at the cave entrance turned around in unison, each holding a different magical artifact, their eyes filled with hostility.

The leader was a burly man in his forties with a thick beard. He was wearing a worn rhinoceros armor and had two mountain-splitting axes hanging from his waist. He unabashedly exuded the aura of someone at the ninth level of Qi cultivation.

He squinted at Chen Qing and his companions, his gaze lingering on their blue disciple robes for a moment before he grinned. "I thought some people were trying to cause trouble, but they're just disciples of the Lingyun Sect. Judging by the spirit beast's stance, you must be from the Beast Taming Peak, right?"

He spoke with disdain, hesitatingly weighing the axe in his hand: "But then again, if you're wiped out in this Myriad Beasts Secret Realm, who would know who did it?"

Song Yang remained expressionless, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Just as the burly man with the bushy beard was about to utter a few more harsh words, a scholar in a blue robe standing beside him suddenly leaned closer and whispered something.

The burly man with the bushy beard's expression changed slightly, his eyes hardening, and he suddenly waved his hand: "Attack! Leave no one alive!"

The next second, the fourteen rogue cultivators attacked simultaneously.

Multicolored spiritual light exploded in front of the cave entrance, and flying swords, talismans, spells, hook-and-sickle spears, and poisoned magical artifacts—all rushed towards Chen Qing and his companions.

War broke out suddenly.

then.

Just moments later, the burly man's expression changed.

He originally thought that with fourteen against four, and two Qi Refining Ninth Level experts in charge, taking down the four disciples of Beast Taming Peak would be a piece of cake.

But after actually engaging in combat, he discovered that things were far more complicated than he had imagined.

Song Yang shouted loudly, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

His Silver Moon Wolf and Rock Armor Bear flanked him from the left and right, like a pair of millstones squeezing into the battle formation. The speed of the Silver Moon Wolf and the strength of the Rock Armor Bear complemented each other perfectly. One restrained, the other launched a fierce attack. In the blink of an eye, they knocked a rogue cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining away, along with his magic weapon.

At the same time, the Golden-Feathered Thunder Eagle of the first rank on his shoulder let out a long cry, and with a flap of its wings, it scattered a patch of golden arcs of electricity. Although it could not harm the cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining, it forced the three rogue cultivators to divert their attention to be on guard.

Fang Yuan's side is even more seasoned and shrewd.

The Pangolin King charged forward, its thick scales withstanding the blows of two flying swords, sparks flying but it remained unmoved; the Fire Spirit Fox huddled behind the Pangolin King, its small mouth opening to spew out a pillar of fire at a tricky angle, specifically targeting the lower body of the opposing rogue cultivator; the mid-grade first-tier Gale Sparrow circled above Fang Yuan, wielding wind blades to block many magical lights.

Fang Yuan himself summoned a round, earthen-yellow shield, which blocked most of the talismans flying everywhere.

Shi Xiuyuan remained silent as well.

The iron-backed tortoise held itself horizontally in front of it as a shield, while the crimson fire python coiled around it, its mouth wide open spewing out bursts of flames.

His Golden Feather Thunder Eagle cooperated with Song Yang's, casting arcs of electricity from the left and right. Although not fatal, it greatly annoyed the rogue cultivators on the other side, causing them to gradually lose their composure.

On Chen Qing's side, Qingtian, Danyu, and Yinyue also displayed perfect teamwork. However, Yinyue's performance was deliberately suppressed by Chen Qing, only revealing the aura of someone who had just entered the middle stage of the first rank.

The four small groups are like four interconnected entities.

In a short while, the fourteen rogue cultivators not only failed to defeat the four despite their numerical advantage, but also lost four of their own.

The burly man with the bushy beard twitched at the corner of his eye, his confidence waning considerably.

He had long heard that the combat strength of the Beast Taming Peak of the Lingyun Sect was stronger than that of ordinary cultivators of the same level, but he did not expect it to be so much stronger!

The four people in front of him were clearly only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, yet his fourteen-person attack couldn't even break through their defenses.

"Brother Jin—" The scholar in the blue robe swallowed hard and whispered, "The reputation of Beast Taming Peak is indeed well-deserved; their combat strength is even greater than rumored. If we continue fighting—"

As he spoke, the scholar in the blue robe winked at the burly man with a thick beard, who was called "Brother Jin".

The burly man with the bushy beard glanced at the other rogue cultivators and saw that their faces had turned pale and they were already backing away. He cursed inwardly.

He gritted his teeth, then suddenly raised his arm and shouted, "Brothers, keep going! As long as we take them down and steal their storage bags, these Lingyun Sect disciples' pockets will definitely be full of good stuff! There are also three golden tiger cubs in the cave; any one of them could fetch an astronomical price!"

His voice was rough and confident, and he then held up a finger, his tone even more inflammatory: "Once we get out, everyone will get at least a thousand spirit stones!"

A thousand spirit stones—what does that even mean?

A bottle of "Qingyuan Pill" for mid-stage Qi Refining costs 80 spirit stones, while a bottle of "Biling Pill" for late-stage Qi Refining costs 140 spirit stones. One thousand spirit stones is more than enough for them to break through to the next level of cultivation!

Immediately, a few hot-headed individuals gritted their teeth, activated their magical artifacts, and charged towards Chen Qing and his group of four.

A burly rogue cultivator roared and swung a large iron mace at Song Yang, displaying astonishing momentum.

Chen Qing nodded to himself.

Although these rogue cultivators didn't use any particularly sophisticated spells, magical artifacts, or talismans, their fighting spirit was quite remarkable. Those who had managed to survive among the rogue cultivators until now were certainly no pushovers.

However, the next second, he put the thought back into his mind.

After the burly man with the bushy beard roared, he exchanged a glance with the scholar in the blue robe, and the two of them turned around and rushed into the cave. They even had a first-grade "Swiftness Talisman" stuck under their feet, and they ran faster than rabbits.

The remaining eight rogue cultivators were still charging forward with fanaticism, completely unaware that their leader had already slipped away.

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