A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

After a day and a night, Zhou Ping, now equipped with a flying artifact, easily left Lu Jun and the others behind him behind.

Although both sides could clearly see each other's location during the day, at night, Zhou Ping piloted the flying boat into the pitch-black night and disappeared from Lu Jun and the others' perception.

In order to completely get rid of the Three Flowers Gang, Zhou Ping deviated far from the official road and flew all the way down, unknowingly approaching the edge of the dense forest on both sides of Flower Creek Valley.

Zhou Ping didn't stop at all along the way. The spirit stone in his palm had changed from being full of spiritual energy to being dull and ordinary, looking no different from ordinary jade.

After speeding for dozens of miles, he slowed down just before dawn, intending to continue his journey after daybreak.

Despite the spiritual energy replenishment from the spirit stones, Zhou Ping's energy and vitality were still significantly depleted along the way. He casually took out some pills from his storage bag, intending to meditate and regulate his breathing to restore his physical strength and magical power to their best state.

Meanwhile, Lu Jun and his group, who were following far behind, had long since given up on the pointless pursuit and were steadily making their way along the official road.

The other party possesses a flying artifact, making it impossible for them to catch up. Even if they lose track of the other party, they will have a good reason to explain themselves, so they are not worried at all.

Furthermore, there is another important reason that allows them to continue their pursuit methodically.

That's Cuishui Town, located at the other end of Huaxi Valley!

Cuishui Town is slightly different from Sanhua Town. It is the only checkpoint and outpost connecting the entire Huaxi Valley to the outside world, and the whole town is located at the entrance of the valley on the other side.

It can be said that the valley entrance is both the town and the valley entrance.

Anyone wishing to pass through Huaxi Valley must accept the supervision and inspection of Cuishui Town, overseen by the Three Flowers Gang's matriarch; there is no other way.

As for the vast forests on both sides of Huaxi Valley, due to their geographical location, one side faces the sun and the other faces the shade, hence they are called the Yin-Yang Forest. A large number of monsters and spirits live in seclusion there, and even some powerful cultivators are unwilling to venture into it easily.

Rumors even say that ancient demons, feared by all the major cultivation sects, still linger within. For an ordinary person to plunge in would be certain to die.

Therefore, as long as Zhou Ping does not return the way he came, he will inevitably be blocked by the eldest daughter of Cuishui Town if he tries to pass through Huaxi Valley. At that time, they will attack him from both sides, making it impossible for him to escape.

After about an hour, Zhou Ping sat cross-legged on a slightly raised earthen slope, motionless, seemingly lost in a state of meditation.

The chirping of insects around it seemed to grow louder as dawn approached.

Just then, a white figure suddenly shot out from the flower bushes not far away, heading straight for Zhou Ping, who was lost in meditation.

Just as the white figure was about to reach him, Zhou Ping, who had been motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of inspiration appearing in them.

With a single palm strike to the ground, his entire body leaped into the air. In the instant he passed the white figure, a jet-black silver needle shot out from his other hand.

Ding! Sizzle!

After a crisp sound, the two figures moved away from each other and stood a dozen feet apart, sizing each other up.

"A first-tier demonic beast..."

Zhou Ping stared at the white figure not far away, his pupils shrinking slightly. The one who had just ambushed him was a pure white demon wolf.

He glanced down at the clothes torn by claws at his chest and the bent silver needles scattered on the earthen slope, and couldn't help but gasp.

Unexpectedly, the usually invincible Soul Needle couldn't even scratch the surface of the opponent's skin, which was hard for Zhou Ping, who always used the Soul Needle as his trump card, to accept.

He had read many records about demonic beasts and knew that their physical defenses were amazing. Now that he had actually encountered one, he never expected it to be so monstrous.

This level of defensive power is almost comparable to the defensive talismans of cultivators. Compared with the physically weak humans, it is truly a natural racial advantage.

It seems that he still relies too much on the martial arts techniques he learned in the secular world. When facing a demon beast that is equivalent to a cultivator, the martial arts he learned before are obviously not enough.

In the world of cultivation, one still needs to use immortal techniques when fighting with others, otherwise one will inevitably suffer losses because of it!

However, now is not the time for lamentation, because the demon wolf seems to be about to launch another attack.

Zhou Ping quickly formed hand seals, and two scorching fireballs appeared in his palms. After a period of practice, he could finally cast these low-level spells with ease.

Upon seeing this, the white wolf bared its sharp fangs, then suddenly sprang up from the ground and charged at Zhou Ping once more.

Zhou Ping took a deep breath, circulated his internal magic power, and slammed the fireball in his hand at the demon wolf. Then he used his lightness technique to quickly retreat.

During this time, he didn't forget to shoot two silver needles at the opponent's eyes. No matter how strong the opponent's physical body is, he can't ignore an attack from the eyes, right?

Bang bang!

The demon wolf slapped away the incoming fireball with its palm, and in the process, also blocked the silver needles that were launched into the air.

Although these two attacks were easily broken, they still provided some resistance and allowed Zhou Ping to escape its attack range once again.

With its crimson eyes on the snow-white wolf claws charred black by the fireball spell, and then looking up at the human cultivators who had already taken the opportunity to fly into the air, the demon wolf let out a loud howl in anger.

Awooo!!!

"Damn humans! I will devour your flesh and blood raw!!"

Zhou Ping, who was standing on the flying boat, looked even uglier after hearing the demon wolf speak in human language.

He was certain that the white demon wolf in front of him was definitely not an ordinary first-tier demon beast as he knew it. Although its combat strength was comparable to that of a human cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, its true realm was still quite far from that of a second-tier demon beast equivalent to the Foundation Establishment stage.

"A demon beast that can speak human language before reaching a high level is simply unheard of..."

Zhou Ping was startled by the white demon wolf in front of him and broke out in a cold sweat. He then used his Heavenly Eye Technique to observe it again.

It is indeed at the level of a first-level demon beast. How come this is different from what I read in the book?

According to the book, demonic beasts generally need to advance to level eight and pass the transformation lightning tribulation before they can transform into human form and speak human language.

At this moment, his cultivation level was equivalent to that of a human cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while the demonic wolf in front of him was clearly far inferior.

Of course, some demons with domineering bloodline talents can, after entering a realm similar to the Core Formation stage, rely on their high-level bloodlines to refine the transverse bone in their throats and gain the ability to speak in their demon beast form.

But the demonic wolf before them was clearly only a level one demonic beast, a world apart from a level five great demonic beast at the Core Formation stage. How could it speak human language?!

Something unusual must be going on. Seeing that the powerful fireball spell had only slightly charred the opponent's fur, Zhou Ping dared not hesitate any longer and immediately made a decision that left the white demon wolf dumbfounded.

He quickly turned around, channeled all his magical power, and piloted the lotus leaf flying boat, speeding away into the distance.

The demon wolf stared dumbfounded at the rapidly departing azure flying boat, stunned for a moment. It hadn't expected that after just one exchange, the opponent would retreat so decisively.

Hey~

Hearing the wolf howl behind him, Zhou Ping turned around and glanced at the now blurry white wolf silhouette, inwardly cursing.

"This valley is truly eerie. Luckily, I was constantly on guard against every blade of grass and tree around me, otherwise I might not have been able to escape their sneak attack! This demonic wolf is terrifying. My life is at stake; running away is the best option!"