Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 445 Hurricane Canyon
On the other hand, compared to the excitement of the Dragon Shadow City army, Wu Xuan didn't feel much. For him, an ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beast was just another ordinary soul hunt.

"This is... the left leg soul bone!" Wang Qiu'er reached out and grabbed the dark golden bone that shot out from the Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede's body, her eyes filled with excitement. This kind of soul bone dropped by a pure strength-type soul beast was perfect for her.

"Take it if you want it. This soul bone doesn't hold much appeal for me." Wu Xuan leaned against a big tree and couldn't help but yawn.

"Thank you!" Wang Qiu'er looked deeply at Wu Xuan, that look seemed to contain a thousand words, but the words that came to her lips were just a simple "thank you".

"You're too kind!" Wu Xuan glanced at Wang Qiu'er with some surprise, not expecting to hear those two words from her.

Prioritizing bone formation over soul cultivation is the safest approach, and that's Wang Qiu'er's plan as well. The absolute suppression from her golden bloodline and the power of destiny will allow her to easily crush any counterattacks or riots from the remnants of soul beasts. Therefore, there will be no danger whatsoever.

On a quiet, flat rock, Wang Qiu'er sat cross-legged, surrounded by waves of energy from heaven and earth, which transformed into strands of pure soul power that continuously flowed out and eventually poured into her body.

A blood-red, 100,000-year-old spirit ring silently floated around Wang Qiu'er. Each surge of energy from the spirit ring caused wisps of white vapor to rise above Wang Qiu'er's head. This silent cultivation had been going on for nearly two days. Wu Xuan was not surprised by Wang Qiu'er's natural absorption of the spirit ring.

Not far away, Wu Xuan, who was supposed to be protecting the Dharma, was more like having a picnic than protecting the Dharma.

Looking at the golden-brown roasted meat emitting an enticing aroma over the campfire in front of him, even Wu Xuan, with his strong will, found it hard to resist.

Wu Xuan cut off a large piece of roasted meat and devoured it with gusto. It has to be said that although the energy of a pure power-type soul beast like the Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede is very different from that of a non-power-type soul beast like the Chifeng Qilin, the taste is really not that different.

As Wang Qiu'er slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, a hazy white mist drifted out from her throat. At the same time, a very low and strange muffled sound came from inside her body, which was the sound of her bones twisting.

"A level 75 Soul Saint?" Wang Qiu'er was overjoyed at her current level. The 100,000-year Soul Ring truly lived up to its reputation as the dream Soul Ring for human Soul Masters. It had actually brought her such a boost.

Before Wang Qiu'er could even get excited for two seconds, a rich aroma wafted over. The excited Wang Qiu'er looked up and around. When she saw the roasted meat on the campfire in front of Wu Xuan, she pounced on it like a hungry tiger.

Without saying a word, only craving for the roasted meat, Wang Qiu'er tore off a large piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hehe, these are all for you, no one will take them!" Wu Xuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Wow! Wu-Xuan, what kind of soul beast's roasted meat is this? It's so delicious! Mmm!" Wang Qiu'er's words were a little slurred because her mouth was full of roasted meat.

"Hey!" Wu Xuan pointed to the corpse of the Nine Heavens Dragon Centipede, which was several meters away.

Wang Qiu'er was about to say something when Wu Xuan suddenly stood up and looked sharply at the sky to the left.

Wu Xuan spoke calmly, "Since you're here, why are you hiding?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiu'er stood up abruptly, the Golden Dragon Spear already in her hand.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I am Wang Hong, the Lord of Dragon Shadow City. I have come here to thank you two friends for slaying a powerful enemy for my Dragon Shadow City." A black shadow flashed in the sky, and an old man in black appeared.

"You're the Shadow Dragon Douluo?" Wu Xuan asked thoughtfully.

The old man chuckled and said, "It is indeed me. To express my gratitude to you two friends, I sincerely invite you to visit my Dragon Shadow City so that I may extend my hospitality. What do you two think?"

Wang Qiu'er remained noncommittal upon hearing this, turning her head to look at Wu Xuan, indicating that she didn't care whether she went or not. Wu Xuan shook his head slightly, "No need for thanks, it's just a small matter and not worth mentioning. Let's talk about it next time when we have time!"

The old man bowed slightly with a hint of regret: "In that case, I will not disturb you any longer. Thank you again!"

The old man bowed deeply, then turned and left. The strength to easily slay a 100,000-year-old soul beast was clearly beyond his reach; therefore, absolute respect was sufficient.

Watching the old man walk away, Wang Qiu'er sat down on the bluestone again, propping her chin up, and said, "Wu Xuan, now that we have obtained our spirit rings, shouldn't we start thinking about how to return to Douluo Continent?"

Wu Xuan shook his head slightly, slowly took out a map of the Meteor Dragon Continent from his soul tool, and pondered for a long time before saying, "Next, we need to go to another place!"

"Where to?" Wang Qiu'er looked at Wu Xuan in surprise.

"Hurricane Canyon!!"

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A beam of light streaked across the sky, its brilliant glow ushering in a new beginning for this primeval land. But the distant horizon seemed utterly out of place; the dark sky was filled with drifting, inky black clouds that seemed to rumble with deafening thunder, echoing across the desolate earth.

With their heads down and traveling at a snail's pace, Wu Xuan and his companion arrived at this peculiar region in less than a day.

On the canopy of a giant tree, Wu Xuan's figure paused. He looked up at the sky filled with dark clouds, and a sense of oppression spread out, causing the soul power within his body to circulate more slowly.

"What a depressing valley! The hurricane here seems more violent than anywhere else!" Wu Xuan murmured softly.

Wang Qiu'er, standing to the side, said with a solemn expression: "Wu Xuan, we haven't seen any signs of life for nearly 500 kilometers. Are you sure you want to enter this canyon?"

“Of course, I have a compelling reason to go. You don’t actually need to risk your life with me.” Wu Xuan shook his head slightly.

"Hmph! Don't even think about getting rid of me," Wang Qiu'er said angrily.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuan couldn't help but chuckle. "What are you talking about? I'm just thinking about your safety."

"Hmph, no need!" Wang Qiu'er snorted coldly and her figure darted out again.

Wu Xuan shrugged, wondering where the other party's anger came from.

This journey did not last too long; after about two hours, Wu Xuan and his companion entered the peculiar canyon.

The canyon wasn't very long, roughly estimated to be less than 300 meters, and they encountered no danger along the way. When the two stopped, the scene before them was truly breathtaking.

It was a vast expanse of land and sky, stretching as far as the eye could see, and the ground was so transparent, as if one could see the flow of wind.

Suddenly, Wu Xuan's gaze was drawn to a ravine that resembled an abyss. This ravine was about ten thousand feet long, bottomless, and had all sorts of strange shapes.

(End of this chapter)