Star Martial Soaring Cloud

Once Niu Ben's figure had completely disappeared, Yang Xuancai couldn't help but speak, his tone full of confusion: "Young Master, there is something I don't understand."

Qin Wuming glanced at him: "Speak."

"The demon race is our ally, and their strength is considerable. Why don't we let them join our plan? With their help, wouldn't it be even more foolproof?" Yang Xuan frowned. "Although Niu Ben speaks harshly, his strength is indeed formidable. Coupled with Qing Lin and Hu Yue, the three demon generals working together are definitely a force to be reckoned with."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wuming gently shook his head, a profound light flashing in his eyes.

"Yang Xuan, do you know why the demon race sent these three demon generals to Demon Island this time?"

Yang Xuan was taken aback and shook his head.

"Because the three of them can step into the Dragon Gate Divine Realm at any time," Qin Wuming said slowly, his tone solemn. "The reason they are still in the Fish Leap Realm is not because they cannot break through, but because they are forcibly suppressed by this world. Once the Demon Island is free of restrictions, they can immediately advance to the Demon King realm if they wish."

He paused, a cold glint in his eyes: "Our plan cannot afford the slightest surprise. These three Dragon Gate Divine Realm experts are incredibly powerful and their minds are unpredictable. If they remain on Demon Island, they will be the biggest variable, completely uncontrollable. Therefore, they must leave."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly: "Young Master's foresight is admirable."

Qin Wuming didn't reply, but instead changed the subject, asking, "How's the investigation I asked you to do?"

Yang Xuan's expression stiffened slightly, then he bowed his head and reported, "Young Master, among the cultivators who entered the island, there is indeed a monk named Yuan Kong, a disciple of the Sumeru Sect, whose strength ranks among the top few among the cultivators who entered the island this time. But... but the person you fought was definitely not him."

"I have used every available channel to compare the experts from all the major sects that entered the island, and none of them match the person you described. It seems that... he is an unknown rogue cultivator."

"An unknown rogue cultivator?" Qin Wuming's eyes suddenly sharpened, his body surging with evil energy, his tone tinged with anger. "An unknown rogue cultivator, able to withstand my attack head-on, even gaining the upper hand? Yang Xuan, do you think that's believable?"

In that battle, he was seriously injured and was at a real disadvantage, and in the end he had no choice but to use a secret technique to escape in a sorry state.

This humiliation kept him tossing and turning at night.

Now that Yang Xuan is telling him that the one who defeated him might be an unknown rogue cultivator—how can he accept this?

Yang Xuan felt Qin Wuming's oppressive aura, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He quickly bowed and said, "Young Master, please calm down! That's not what I meant! It's just... it's just that we really can't find any information about that person. We'll need some more time to figure out his background. I've already sent more men, and I'll definitely find out everything before the plan begins!"

Qin Wuming took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "It's alright. Apart from the three demon generals, everyone else on Demon Island must die here. We have plenty of time to investigate. But that brat must die by my hand!"

Yang Xuan nodded repeatedly: "Young Master, rest assured, I will definitely find him for you!"

Qin Wuming didn't speak again, but looked up at the hidden valley in the distance, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Who was the person he fought that day?

he does not know.

But he knew that person had to die.

Nightmare stood silently to the side, his deathly eyes gleaming coldly in the shadows, as if awaiting a bloodbath.

Four days later.

Wang Xiao sat cross-legged in the cave, his vital energy flowing slowly around him. Streams of pale golden light traveled through his meridians, nourishing the wounds that had mostly healed.

He took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in them.

His injuries have mostly healed.

This terrifying recovery ability left Su Qinhe speechless.

"Brother Wang's physical body is truly astonishingly strong," she sighed softly. "An ordinary cultivator would need at least half a month to recover from such severe injuries before being able to get out of bed. You've only been injured for four days, yet you can already circulate your vital energy freely."

Wang Xiao smiled, stretched his limbs, and said gratefully, "Thanks to Miss Su's meticulous care, otherwise I wouldn't have recovered so quickly."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinhe's cheeks flushed slightly, and she instinctively turned her face away, not daring to look at him.

Seeing her like this, Wang Xiao felt a little uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject: "Miss Su, I have an idea."

"Brother, please speak."

"I've heard that there are many hot springs in the northern part of Demon Island. Those hot springs absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, have a constant water temperature, and contain pure primordial energy, which is very beneficial to the physical training and qi harmony of cultivators, and also has healing properties," Wang Xiao said slowly. "I want to find a secluded hot spring and soak in it for a night. That way, my injuries should be completely healed."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinhe frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "But your injuries haven't healed yet. If you encounter danger..."

"Don't worry, I'm just taking a soak in the hot spring, I won't go far. Besides, I'll choose a secluded place and set off after dark so I won't attract attention. If I really run into any trouble, I'll make my escape immediately."

Su Qinhe remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded. She understood that the most important thing right now was to recover her strength: "Then please be careful, Brother. If anything unusual happens, ring the bell immediately."

"it is good."

Wang Xiao got up and strode out of the cave.

Night fell, and the bright moon hung in the west.

Scattered among the mountains in the northern part of the Demon Island are hundreds of hot springs of varying sizes.

These hot springs are either hidden deep in the forest, nestled under the cliffs, or beside the streams, each with its own unique charm.

Wang Xiaoling spread out her senses and carefully examined everything around her. She searched for almost half an hour before finally finding a satisfactory spot.

It was a hidden valley with a narrow entrance hidden by dense vines, which would be impossible to find without careful exploration.

Within the valley, the terrain is flat, and in the center is a hot spring about three zhang square, with crystal clear water and wisps of white mist rising from it.

The hot spring is surrounded by craggy rocks and ancient trees that completely cover the area. Moonlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, refracting into shimmering silver light in the mist, creating a dreamlike scene.

Wang Xiao nodded in satisfaction, took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts, and then slowly stepped into the hot spring.

The warm spring water instantly enveloped him, the temperature just right, like a pair of gentle hands softly caressing every inch of his skin.

The spring water contained extremely pure primordial energy, which seeped into his body through his pores, nourishing the wounds that were not yet fully healed, allowing his body to recover at a visible speed.

Wang Xiao leaned against the rock by the spring, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The fatigue and pain of the past few days vanished at this moment, replaced by an indescribable comfort and peace.

Moonlight spilled down, and the valley was shrouded in mist. The only sound was the gentle gurgling of the spring water, with the occasional chirping of insects coming from afar, adding to the tranquility.

Wang Xiao relaxed his mind and body, letting the spring water nourish his body, and his consciousness gradually sank into a wonderful state of being half-dreaming and half-awake.

After an unknown amount of time, the bright moon hung high in the sky, casting down its silvery light and enveloping the entire valley in a silvery glow.

The steam grew thicker and thicker, mingling with the moonlight to create a dreamlike sea of ​​mist that enveloped the hot spring.

Within the mist, glittering silver light shimmered, like countless tiny stars scattered across the earth, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Wang Xiao was immersed in this rare tranquility when suddenly—

A soft footstep broke the silence of the valley.