Misty Rain of the Old Times

In fact, many creatures in the world are not unintelligent; they just lack human understanding and cannot speak. For example, some dogs can reach the intelligence level of a four- or five-year-old human or even higher, and with long-term interaction and training, they can achieve simple communication.

If ordinary creatures are like this, how much more so the Crimson Flame Tiger, which is comparable to a top human master of innate ability, whose intelligence is definitely at the level of a human over ten years old, or even an ordinary adult.

As one's cultivation level increases, so too does one's five senses and six perceptions. At Chen Xuan's current level, he can often sense the simple intentions of some beings, but he is unable to communicate with them.

For example, the Crimson Flame Tiger in front of him, although unable to communicate, Chen Xuan could guess six or seven parts of its behavior.

The rules of nature are actually very simple: the strong dominate everything. It's a cruel reality, and this principle applies to many places.

The Crimson Flame Tiger was not showing submission to Chen Xuan, but rather fear. It lowered its head as a dominant creature in the face of his overwhelming strength, and also intended to send this formidable being away.

Stepping forward to the mother tiger, Chen Xuan wanted to pat her head, but the size difference was too great, so he could only pat her cheek and laugh, "No need, I'll leave on my own. Go back, you still have cubs to take care of."

Its fur was unusually soft and not prickly at all, like touching silk. This beast was different from an ordinary tiger.

With it so close, Chen Xuan wasn't worried about it suddenly launching an attack; if it did, he wouldn't mind teaching it a lesson.

The Crimson Tiger trembled slightly, but made no unnecessary movements, letting him do as he pleased. It made a low, guttural sound, insisting on seeing him off, as if it wouldn't be at ease until it saw him leave with its own eyes.

It took a lot of time, but discovering a copper vein was worth it.

At this moment, the male Crimson Flame Tiger emerged from the pit. Its body was charred black, and it shook off the lava that clung to it. It came to Chen Xuan's side, lay down on the ground, and made a low growl towards the female tiger.

Then the mother tiger seemed to hesitate for a moment, looked at Chen Xuan, slowly got up and backed away, heading towards the cave, and shooed the two tiger cubs who were peeking out into the cave.

"You want to personally see me off for it?" Chen Xuan asked, looking at the seemingly miserable but actually unharmed male tiger.

It certainly couldn't understand, it just stubbornly lay there with its head down.

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Xuanteng floated lightly onto his head, pointed in a direction, and said, "Since you're so enthusiastic, then I won't stand on ceremony. Let's go, over there."

Although it couldn't understand Chen Xuan's words, the Crimson Flame Tiger seemed to have understood the direction he was pointing. It got up, glanced at the direction of the nest, and then took Chen Xuan away. It was agile, fast, and exceptionally steady, and soon entered the thick fog.

During this time, the thick fog that Chen Xuan had swept away surged back in, enveloping the area and restoring calm, as if nothing had happened. The Crimson Flame Mother Tiger stood outside the cave, looking into the distance of the thick fog, her eyes clearly showing worry. Two tiger cubs frolicked around her, and regardless of their size, the scene actually conveyed the harmony and warmth of nature.

As Chen Xuan departed, he stood atop the Crimson Flame Tiger, discerning his direction as he headed towards the core area. With the Crimson Flame Tiger present, no other creature dared to cause trouble.

After some time, Chen Xuan was surprised to find that the charred parts on the Crimson Flame Tiger's body were beginning to fall off, and red fur was growing back. The external wounds on its body caused by the high temperature of the blue flames were rapidly healing.

As expected of a mythical beast, its recovery ability is extremely strong. After all, it was just a superficial injury. At this rate, it will be fully recovered in just a few days.

Whether it can take this opportunity to awaken its bloodline and become the true overlord of the Misty Swamp remains to be seen.

Like humans, animals cannot easily make a leap to a higher level; both opportunity and talent are indispensable.

Tiger's Den was located deep within the Misty Swamp. After the Crimson Flame Tiger carried Chen Xuan through the thick fog for hundreds of miles, whether due to the climate or environmental factors, the fog ahead began to thin. Chen Xuan realized that he had probably entered the core area of ​​the Misty Swamp.

If you can't find the White Cloud Wood in the core area, you'll really have to resort to the cumbersome method of exploring the entire Misty Marsh.

Upon reaching this point, the Crimson Flame Tiger slowed down. When the thick fog thinned to the point where one could see a hundred or so feet ahead, it simply stopped and lingered in place. Chen Xuan could clearly sense its fear and hesitation.

There are powerful beasts in the Misty Swamp that even grandmasters would hesitate to approach, and they may very well be entrenched in the core area. Although Chen Xuan did not sense any danger, he did not doubt the intuition of the creatures living in the Misty Swamp.

Chen Xuan jumped from its head onto the soft ground, patted its chin, and said, "That's enough for now. Go back. Farewell. I hope you won't go out and do evil again. Although you are powerful, you are a treasure trove. There are plenty of creatures out there that would skin you alive."

Whether it understood or not, it shook its head, slowly backed away, then turned and disappeared into the thick fog, swaying two huge lychees.

I went to its house, I wonder if it scared it into moving away. It probably can't bear to leave the high-temperature environment of the copper mine; that kind of environment helps awaken bloodlines.

Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Xuan strode towards the core area. After a few miles, the fog thinned completely, becoming almost invisible. Sunlight streamed down, and he could see the setting sun in the sky. Before he knew it, it was already afternoon.

Looking ahead, in the distance, Chen Xuan saw a vast, unfathomable lake with scattered islands on its surface. The lake was a misty marshland, mostly water with virtually no towering mountains.

Are there any white cloud trees here? Chen Xuan soared into the air and looked out into the distance. His vision was not enough to take in the entire lake, which seemed to be boundless. However, within his field of vision, there were no plants on the islands in the lake that matched the description of white cloud trees.

It seems we need to tour the entire core area to confirm.

After a brief moment of hovering before falling, Chen Xuan's gaze turned to a small island a dozen miles to his right. The island was covered with jagged rocks and little vegetation. On that island, he actually saw a human corpse.

Who dares to come here?

Speechless, he soared through the air toward the island, quickly arriving and startling the birds into flight.

The island was only forty or fifty feet in circumference. There were signs of a fight. Chen Xuan saw a huge palm print that was four or five feet wide, collapsed rocks, and several knife-cut cracks that were ten feet long, as if the island was about to be smashed to pieces.

Judging from the traces, it hadn't been long since the incident. He could even clearly feel the remnants of innate true energy. Not long ago, a person with considerable skill in palm techniques and a swordsman with exceptionally sharp swordsmanship had fought here.

After glancing around, Chen Xuan's gaze fell on the corpse among the rocks. It was no longer human-shaped, resembling a dried-up corpse, with a fatal wound on its head, clearly indicating that someone had pierced its skull with a knife.

Judging from his appearance, he was nearly two meters tall when he was alive, but now he looks like a skeleton. Chen Xuan guessed that he must be the one who struck out with one palm, but he was killed by a dazzling sword technique before he could strike out with a second palm.

'It's only been a little over a day, and Tang Yu, who obtained the Evil Blade, has been chased all the way here? Could Xiang Qi have followed us too?'

With that thought in mind, Chen Xuan looked into the depths of the lake. He was already looking for the white cloud wood, so this was just a side trip. After a moment's thought, he followed the lingering scent in the air to see what was going on, since it wouldn't delay anything.

Is that knife really that evil? Can killing people really improve one's cultivation level? Yesterday in the Mushroom Forest, Xiang Qi told me that Tang Yu was surrounded and could only run away, but here he was able to fight back and kill his enemies. His cultivation level has improved quite quickly.

Walking on water as if on flat ground, Chen Xuan continued deeper into the lake. As he passed an island, he saw another corpse on the water. It was dressed in white, face down, and bobbing slightly in the water. It must not have been dead for long, as there was blood on the surface. Even in this state, it was still clutching a broken silver-white spear in its hand.

Judging from the appearance, he was not killed by that evil blade, as his body was not shrunken.

After a quick glance, Chen Xuan looked away. Fighting was common in the martial world, and he had intended to continue forward, but he could already faintly hear the sounds of a chaotic battle coming from dozens of miles ahead.

But then he suddenly realized something and looked back at the body on the water.

'Not quite dead, there's still a barely perceptible heartbeat, and there's a strange sense of déjà vu.'

Thinking of this, he turned around and scooped the man up from behind. He was slightly surprised when he saw his face. He actually recognized him and thought to himself, "It's a miracle you didn't die when you met me."

Carrying a person, Chen Xuan remained weightless and did not fall into the water, leading him towards the nearest island.

During the process, I took a look and noticed that he had three knife wounds, each more dangerous than the last: one in his back, one in his shoulder, and one in his chest. The knife wounds on his shoulder and back were so deep that the bone was visible, and the bones had been broken. The most critical wound was the one in his chest, a penetrating wound that had almost pierced through his chest right next to his heart.

With his innate cultivation level, such an external injury would not normally be fatal. However, an extremely sharp blade energy was eroding his internal organs and was heading towards his heart. His innate true energy was barely able to resist and he could die at any moment.

He had actually stopped breathing, but the enemy probably thought he was dead, which gave them a chance to try and save him.

After placing it on the ground, Chen Xuan wondered to himself whether he was lucky or lucky.
This isn't a woman, so he wouldn't personally heal him. He channeled a burst of true energy into his body from a distance, and after one cycle, the deadly sword energy within him was expelled, while also nourishing his internal organs. His vitality gradually returned, and even his breathing resumed. He then fed him a healing pill, and he wouldn't die.

Tsk~!

The deadly sword energy burst forth from his wound, shattering a boulder several feet in the air. Upon seeing this, Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow. He recognized this sword energy; he must have encountered an enemy.

Keeping an eye on the chaotic battle in the distance, Chen Xuan waited for him to wake up without leaving. In a way, the two sides were still somewhat related.

Since Zhao Qingluan's master, Ling Yun, had been encountered, Chen Xuan wouldn't just stand by and watch her die. It wasn't a troublesome matter; injuries sustained in battle were easy to treat. It would be more troublesome if it were some strange, incurable disease.

This is within the territory of the Yuhua Kingdom. As a citizen of the Yuhua Kingdom, it is not strange for him to encounter him here.

Zhao Qingluan had only heard about Baiyunmu from him. She could ask him when he woke up, instead of running around trying her luck. What a coincidence!

This is the second time he's been saved. Seven years ago he almost died in the desert, and today he almost died here again. What bad luck!

On second thought, Chen Xuan found it both funny and absurd. He had entered the Misty Swamp, but hadn't found the White Cloud Wood. He had saved two people, so it was as if he had traveled a long way to do good deeds.
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