Journey to the West Creation Technique

The three of them entered the Bagua Rock Formation. For students entering the school, getting out of this formation was a piece of cake.

After many twists and turns, we finally got out.

Upon arriving at the Black Rock Wasteland, Lu Chengjun turned to look at Qian Jin, eager to see what the tracking technique was all about.

Although Lu Chengjun didn't say a word, Qian Jin naturally understood.

He chuckled and said, "To be honest, Captain Lu, my tracking technique requires clues. Why don't we look around?"

Lu Chengjun nodded and led the two towards a riverbank.

Water sources are often the most densely populated areas of monsters or wild beasts, making it the easiest place to find clues.

The vegetation along the riverbank is sparse.

The ground was soft and loose, leaving many traces.

Various hoof prints and claw prints intertwined...

Qian Jin bent down and squatted down, his expression serious.

It looks for a while, then it smells.

It seems there really is such a thing.

Lu Chengjun and Li Ang watched his performance quietly.

He seemed to feel the pressure too, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Sudden.

Qian Jin reached out and touched a stone.

The stone was covered in a dark brown slime.

He dipped his finger in the sticky liquid, brought it to his nose, and smelled it.

He frowned...

Then he put his finger in his mouth.

Lu Chengjun: "..."

Li Ang: "..."

Qian Jin carefully savored the viscous liquid, seemingly trying to glean some information from it.

Is this the "tracking technique"?

Something seems off...

Just as Lu Chengjun was shocked, Qian Jin's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Ugh..." He gagged violently.

It seems that the thick liquid wasn't lacking in pungent smell, it just took a long time to take effect.

At this moment, the aftertaste came on, and Qian Jin immediately broke down.

He retched and staggered toward the stream beside him, plunging headfirst into the icy water without a word.

Glug glug, frantically rinsing my mouth...

However, the stench that permeated every part of his body was impossible to remove.

Li Ang, watching from the side, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids: "Sigh... when he was eating shit just now, didn't he feel disgusted?"

She thought Lu Chengjun would talk to her, but to her surprise, he completely ignored her.

Lu Chengjun walked lightly, step by step approaching the stream.

He had quietly clenched a string of white bone and skull prayer beads in his palm.

Suddenly, Lu Chengjun raised his hand, and nine pale, illusory skulls appeared in mid-air and plunged onto the calm water.

Beneath that shallow, calm stream lurked a swamp crocodile.

The swamp crocodile suddenly attacked, biting the unsuspecting Qian Jin and dragging him into the murky stream.

Nine white skeletons roared in and plunged into the lake.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Chengjun leaped into the air, wielding a machete, and crashed down into the stream.

The water surface quickly returned to calm...

Lu Chengjun stood up from the stream and dragged the unconscious Qian Jin ashore.

At the same time, the carcass of a crocodile, about the size of a calf, slowly floated to the surface of the water.

Crocodiles of this size can only be considered wild beasts, slightly demonic, which suits Lu Chengjun's current tastes perfectly.

For others, it might be a little difficult to digest, but that's okay, they eat less.

……

When Qian Jin slowly regained consciousness, he found himself being carried back by Li Ang.

Lu Chengjun carried an alligator and walked slowly toward the outpost.

Qian Jin buried his head.

This is so embarrassing...

Li Ang and Lu Chengjun each carried heavy objects, leaving heavy footprints on the ground.

Especially the dead crocodile, whose neck was slashed open by Lu Chengjun, piercing its heart, and blood kept flowing out along that path...

A scout from the White Snake tribe arrived silently. Covered in black scales, he could easily blend into the darkness and remain undetected even in daylight.

He noticed the footprints on the ground, and the trail of blood that followed them.

He dipped his finger in a drop of blood and put it in his mouth.

Carefully examine...

It's a crocodile!

Then look at the depth of the footprints...

The fact that they could leave such deep footprints on the ground confirms that they are warriors from the Black Pig Tribe.

The warriors of the Black Pig tribe were nearby; they had hunted and killed a crocodile, intending to feast on it…

This is the conclusion that the White Snake scouts reached using their tracking skills.

Of course, that's far from enough...

Follow the trail, find the gathering point of the Black Pig tribe, and then have General Milen lead his troops to encircle and annihilate them, avenging their grievances!

The scout, covered in black scales, silently followed, hovering at a distance...

Lu Chengjun and Li Ang had no way of finding out, because the people tracking them were their footprints and the continuous dripping of blood...

The outpost is not far from the riverbank.

The three of them quickly arrived at the entrance to the outpost.

The jumbled rocks at the entrance form a Bagua stone array that separates the inside from the outside of the canyon.

What appears to be a random pile of stones actually contains hidden formations. Ordinary people who stray into it will only go around in circles and eventually find their way out.

Shortly after Lu Chengjun and the others entered the stone formation...

The scouts of the White Snake tribe, covered in black scales, quietly arrived at the entrance to the stone formation, following the trail of blood and footprints.

The scout assumed it was a naturally formed stone forest and continued to slowly follow the trail of blood and footprints...

Then, how did they get there, and how did they get out?

He was completely bewildered. He had clearly followed the trail of blood, so how did he end up back out after going around in circles?

Not reconciled!

The scout once again ventured into the stone formation, this time carefully comparing the bloodstains.

They were successfully evaded from the stone formation once again.

This is impossible!

He must have taken the wrong turn at the fork in the road. He turned back and carefully compared the bloodstains at another fork in the road.

They were practically crawling on the ground studying it...

Look, look...

He saw a gleaming broadsword held against his neck.

Just when he thought he was doomed, a fist as big as a casserole slammed into his head.

He fainted on the spot...

When the scout awoke again, he appeared in the nearby dense forest.

There were only two people around.

A man with a machete at his waist, looking calm, followed by a tabby cat at his feet.

The other person, with a stern face and an extremely fierce look, was Zhao Xiong.

Ever since he learned about the spirit stone mine, Zhao Xiong has been extremely concerned about it.

Although he says he'll only intervene at crucial moments, he actually wants to be involved in everything...

Before Lu Chengjun could even ask a question, the scout had already recognized him.

A machete, a tabby cat.

This combination is so easy to recognize.

Although the scout had never seen Lu Chengjun before, he had already heard about him: "It's you! The headless monster?"

"I...I'm also from the White Serpent tribe, and Sona and I are best friends!"

Lu Chengjun: "I know."

The answer was so bland that it left one unsure how to respond.

"My name is Thorin, what's yours?" the scout Thorin asked tentatively.

"I am a businessman." As he spoke, Lu Chengjun took out a long sword from his body.

It was the longsword that he had entrusted Zhou Mo to retrieve from the Southern Underworld Guard.

Clang!

The sound of a sword being drawn rang out, and a cold glint appeared in the air.

The sword's blade was as still as an autumn pool.

Her movements were captivating.

How could such a beautifully crafted longsword exist in this world?!

Thorin was completely stunned...

"I am a businessman, this is my product, do you need it?" Lu Chengjun used the most plain language to express the most fatal temptation.

Zhao Xiong observed silently from the side, without saying a word.

They were both speaking a local dialect, which he didn't understand very well, but he could still make sense of some of it.

Having spent a long time in the Southern Wilderness, he had learned a bit, but he was still far from being able to communicate with the natives.