Xuanxia

Chapter 1090 Grassland
Of course it was impossible for Cang Yun to go directly to the beast spirit like this.

He knew his current situation. Even a junior at the Cave Heaven Realm could kill him. All those beast spirits had abilities above the Xuanxing level. Although he had the Heavenly Dao Divine Sword in his hand, there was no need to take risks.

Fortunately, those beast spirits are not very intelligent. They have strong physiques and strength, but they just fight each other for territory on the grassland, just like wild beasts.

Cang Yun carefully crossed the desert and came to the grassland, and soon found traces of human beings.

"A bunch of stupid bastards, but they can help me recuperate..."

He narrowed his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.

The Styx Valley is not far from the grassland, and Cang Yun is very familiar with the ecology of the grassland.

This grassland borders the Northern Desert and is far away from the Central Plains. It is sparsely populated and there are not even any towns. There are only countless rampant beasts and spirits. They certainly do not occupy this place for no reason, but because there are many rare spiritual herbs and flowers growing on the grassland.

Wild beasts and exotic animals are naturally close to these spiritual herbs and flowers, and subconsciously they tend to practice nearby. Over time, they also become spiritual animals.

In previous years, many children from large sects and families came to the grassland to pick spiritual herbs and flowers, but this was undoubtedly a dangerous place for them. Those beast spirits usually fought fiercely for territory, but when they met humans, they united against them.

Cang Yun estimated that there were at least eight or nine beast spirits of the third level of Xuanxing on the grassland. Their strength was comparable to that of an ordinary large sect. Not everyone could come and fight them, not to mention that beast spirits were unreasonable...

Then naturally, the humans living here will be miserable.

They can only hide in the corners of the grassland and live cautiously.

There were also people on the grassland who quietly broke through the encirclement of the beast spirits, reached the Central Plains, and tried to find people to help deal with those terrifying beasts. However, to do so, on the one hand, they would have to pay a huge price, and on the other hand, all they would get would be just a few spiritual herbs and flowers.

Large sects that have the strength to deal with beast spirits do not need to engage in a full-scale war with the beast spirits. They can quietly come to the grassland to pick some spiritual herbs and flowers. There is no need to take the risk.

However, the small sects that covet these spiritual herbs and flowers simply do not have the strength or courage to do so.

Over time, the ecology of the grassland has naturally become what it is today.

It was already night when Cang Yun found the nearest human settlement.

"The river valley...is a good choice."

He stood on a mountain top, looking into the distance below with a forced smile.

The dark red rock wall glowed coldly in the moonlight, and the river valley more than thirty feet deep was like a crack in the earth.

Weathered rocks are piled up beside the narrow river channel, and humans have built huts under the concave rock walls using dead branches and animal skins.

Not far from the shack, several young men were hanging water-drawing pots with straw ropes over the river surface, carefully drawing water - they never dared to put their limbs into the river.

Where there are rivers, there will inevitably be wild beasts, and there may even be descendants of beast spirits... But humans also need water, so they can only live cautiously and precariously under the shadow of the beast spirits.

Three hundred steps upstream, several gnawed wild deer skeletons were half-submerged in the water, with scratches from animal teeth clearly visible.

Cang Yun grinned, and with a slight sound of the Heavenly Sword, his figure turned into smoke and slowly floated into the valley.

In that small tribe, several young men who had fetched water were returning cautiously.

They held the pottery jars against their chests and moved forward with their backs pressed against the rock wall. The moonlight condensed into frost on their sweaty foreheads.

Suddenly, the older, stronger man started coughing violently, with black blood oozing out from between his fingers.

"elder brother?!"

The younger man's voice trembled, and the water in the pottery jar in his arms rippled: "Is it, is it scorpion venom?"

The sturdy man who was coughing didn't say anything. He just covered his mouth tightly, his chest heaving violently, as if he was trying to swallow back the cough.

The older youth next to the young man suddenly grabbed his collar and dragged him into the recess of the rock wall: "Shut up! Are you trying to lure the beast spirit over here?"

The few of them stopped talking, but the atmosphere became even more depressing.

When they returned to the shack, they could still hear the faint cry of children among the shacks.

Several hunched figures huddled in a pile of animal skins, repairing broken fishing nets in the dim light of the campfire embers.

Their knuckles were swollen and deformed, and the wounds were covered with black scabs. Three old men were using stone knives to cut up half of a hare carcass, and the blades made a harsh sound as they scraped against the bones.

"Seven died last month."

The old man in charge of dividing the meat suddenly spoke, his cloudy eyes reflecting the light from the river, and he sighed softly: "I'm afraid we can't stay in this place anymore..." He threw the bloody minced meat into the pottery jar, and the soup splashed on the charred stone with a sizzling sound.

The mountain breeze swept across the valley, blowing up a few withered yellow leaves of the spiritual grass.

The night watchman clenched the sharpened wooden stick, and suddenly his whole body stiffened - a vague shadow appeared in the moonlight.

The young man who first discovered it made a hoarse sound in his throat, and the wooden stick fell to the ground with a clang. Everyone seemed to be nailed to the spot, watching the shadow slowly approaching.

"Yes, it's a beast..." someone said in a hoarse voice.

But before the night watchman could exclaim, the shadow suddenly became clear in the moonlight.

He held up a finger to his lips.

"Shh-"

Cang Yun narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying softly, "Don't be nervous."

The people in the shack stood up one by one.

Some people put their hands on the stone knives, and some people stepped back nervously.

But soon, an old man who was in charge of dealing with the rabbit carcasses stepped forward.

"This... Immortal..."

He knelt down tremblingly: "Please let us, the lowly people, go. Seven strong men died last year. We really can't stand the torment..."

His calloused forehead hit the rocks on the ground, and blood seeped into the soil along the wrinkles.

Cang Yun grinned: "Oh? What do you think I am here for?"

"You must be an immortal who came from the Central Plains to the grassland to pick magical herbs and flowers."

The old man did not raise his head, and said hoarsely: "We, we have no one to lead the way, we just want to survive, we can't, we can't let any more people die..."

Cang Yun suddenly laughed.

He flicked his fingers and the Heavenly Sword emitted a sound like a dragon's roar, transforming into a silver rainbow that swept across the river.

Just as everyone was about to exclaim, the sword light disappeared into the sky.

There was deep fear in their eyes, and they were obviously worried that the sword light would attract beast spirits... But looking at the immortal who was flying the sword with ease, they dared not say a word.

After more than thirty breaths, there was a roar of rocks collapsing in the distance, and a black shadow fell from the clouds with a fishy wind.

It was a bear-shaped beast spirit with a head that was ten feet tall.

The broken fangs were dripping with black blood, and its front paw was still grasping half of the shattered rock.

As it crashed to the ground, rubble fell from the valley walls. Several children were shaken and rolled out of their shacks, huddled together amid their mother's terrified cries.

"There are no beast spirits nearby. This thing is most likely the descendant of a beast spirit. It is the most powerful within a radius of fifty miles."

Cang Yun said calmly: "It's enough for you to have half a year of peace."

He raised his hand and stabbed the sword finger into the center of the bear corpse's brow. The bear corpse instantly disintegrated, and the majestic spiritual energy poured into the valley like a flood. The villagers who had huddled together in fear at the pressure of the beast spirit suddenly found that their aching muscles and bones were relieved by the infiltration of the spiritual energy.

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly widened.

He saw that the spiritual herbs within three feet around the bear's corpse were sprouting branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the originally withered and yellow leaves were glowing with an emerald-like luster.

Several young men were even more horrified to find that the scorpion venom wounds on their bodies that had not healed for years were now scabbing and falling off at an alarming speed.

"Starting tomorrow..."

Cang Yun suppressed the fatigue and weakness brought by forcibly flying the sword, pretended to be indifferent and aloof, turned around and walked into the depths of the shack, and the Heavenly Sword suddenly returned to his hand: "Send your people to the north slope ten miles away to collect spiritual herbs."

"If you see other beast carcasses on the road, bring them back as well. I just killed them all, but I'm just too lazy to bring them back."

"I'm going to live here for a while."

(End of this chapter)