Emerging from another mountain range, Mo Tang felt a refreshing sense of relief.
However, in stark contrast, behind him stood the terrified Canglang King, Yin Xiao…
Well, this Canglang King's surname was actually Yin, as his father was from the Silver Moon Wolf Clan and his mother from the Canglang Clan. Although he hadn't inherited much of the Silver Moon Wolf bloodline, he still gave himself that name when he left the clan.
As for why he was so cowardly, he was utterly terrified by what had just happened.
He had witnessed his master use speed to brutally kill a seventh-tier purple-striped black bear, roughly the same strength as himself, before happily taking its magic core and leaving…
Even now, the bloody scene still sent shivers down the Canglang King's spine.
Of course, the beautiful woman also played a part… because she had set up a highly poisonous space, restricting the purple-striped black bear's movement, thus preventing the unfortunate creature from even escaping.
If he hadn't chosen to submit back then, he'd probably end up like that big, clumsy bear...
Mo Tang, oblivious to his lackey's thoughts, was still saying regretfully to the Little Fairy Doctor beside him, "I was thinking of keeping the bear paw to try, but seeing that it's already transformed, I feel really awkward eating it now. It seems I'll never have the chance to try bear paws of seventh rank or higher..."
The Little Fairy Doctor chuckled, "It's alright, not all seventh-rank magical beasts can transform."
The Wolf King: "...!"
At that moment, the Wolf King suddenly felt that he might not be their underling, but rather their food supply...
...
Tianmu Mountain Range.
Even in the entire Northern Region of Central Continent, this place was extremely famous, mainly due to the Tianshan Blood Pool that appeared every three years.
The miraculous effects of such power, capable of transforming a person and helping them break through bottlenecks, hold immense appeal for most people.
And among these people, the younger generation is the majority…
Of course, to cultivate outstanding young talents for their own sects or clans, some major powers naturally pay close attention to the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool.
In the Central Continent, the difference between the Dou Huang and Dou Zong levels is a significant dividing line.
Perhaps in a barren land like the Northwest Continent, a Dou Huang is already considered a first-rate powerhouse, and the strongest individuals in most first-rate forces are only at the Dou Huang level…
But in the Central Continent, a Dou Huang can still be considered strong, but only by becoming a Dou Zong can one truly be considered a first-rate powerhouse.
For a family or sect, if Dou Huangs are the core elite force, then Dou Zongs are the true top-tier force.
Whether a force possesses a Dou Zong-level powerhouse is a primary factor in evaluating whether that force can be considered first-rate.
As Mo Tang and his companions leisurely strolled around, they finally arrived at the Tianmu Mountains with three days remaining until the three-month deadline.
Standing high in the sky, the three looked down at the entrance, which was already packed with people, a dense sea of heads that almost triggered Mo Tang's trypophobia at first glance.
"There are...too many people!"
Seeing Mo Tang's surprised expression, the Wolf King was unconcerned.
"This is nothing. The people who actually have a chance to enter the Blood Pool haven't even shown up yet..."
He said, glancing disdainfully at the crowd below, and continued, "These are just people who came to join in the fun!"
The qualifications to enter the Tianmu Blood Pool were limited. Without sufficient strength and background, one didn't even have the right to participate. Therefore, 99.99% of the people here were destined not to enter, but this still couldn't dampen their enthusiasm...
Such a grand event, even just coming to broaden their horizons was worthwhile.
When I go back later, I can brag to my friends about meeting some powerful figure or a prodigy, which will raise my own status.
"Young Master, the Tianmu Mountains are shrouded in mist year-round, and there are many powerful magical beasts within. Therefore, there are only three safe entry points, which is why so many people have gathered here."
The Wolf King, being a local, and not far from Tianmu Mountain, knew quite a bit.
Nodding, just as Mo Tang was about to suggest finding a place to wait, a clear and melodious crane's cry suddenly resounded from the distant horizon, immediately attracting countless gazes.
Mo Tang's gaze followed, and he saw a giant crane with seven-colored plumage flapping its massive wings, rapidly flying towards the Tianmu Mountains…
Sunlight shone on its seven-colored feathers, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.
"A seven-colored spirit crane? Isn't that Miss Feng's mount from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion?"
When everyone saw the seven-colored giant crane, exclamations of surprise rang out.
Mo Tang raised an eyebrow, surprised that Feng Qing'er had also come from this entrance...
But this suited Mo Tang's tastes perfectly, didn't it?
However...
seeing her riding a seven-colored crane, her robes fluttering, like a celestial being, Mo Tang inexplicably turned to look at the Azure Wolf King behind him...
At the same time, as if telepathically connected, the Azure Wolf King also looked at his young master.
At this moment, although their actions were unusually synchronized, their thoughts were vastly different...
"Everyone else makes their entrance on a seven-colored crane, do you think it would be beneath me to ride a blue wolf?"
This was precisely Mo Tang's current thought.
As for the Wolf King…
"Look, look! This is what a true Heavenly Phoenix Clan should look like. And look at the master I'm following… tsk tsk!"
Perhaps sensing his lackey's ulterior motives, Mo Tang launched the first attack, glaring and saying, "Look at that Seven-Colored Spirit Crane, how beautiful it is, how impressive its entrance, how prestigious it is! And look at you… blockhead!" The
Wolf King clearly hadn't expected his young master to attack first, and was filled with resentment, but could only stammer, unable to utter a rebuttal.
"I… I'm a seventh-rank, transformed Dou Zong powerhouse. That Seven-Colored Spirit Crane has only just broken through to the sixth rank, far inferior to me!"
Mo Tang completely ignored his feeble defense, still giving him a disdainful look.
What good is strength! Good looks are everything, you know that?!
Under the Wolf King's tearful gaze, the enormous seven-colored crane flapped its wings and flew in, instantly creating a gust of wind, before also stopping above the entrance.
At that very moment, Mo Tang and Feng Qing'er seemed to sense something, simultaneously looking in each other's direction.
In an instant, their eyes met…
(End of Chapter)