Dark Immortal Cultivation

The whistling of arrows piercing the air echoed continuously above the ancient ruins.

Gu Qishao sat upright on his white-maned horse, his posture languid yet his movements swift. Drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, and releasing the bow—the whole set of movements was fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

Each tremor of the beast-horn longbow carried a faint wisp of spiritual light, multiplying the arrow's speed and making its penetrating power terrifying.

Without exception, any of the spotted muntjacs and gazelles that were targeted fell to the ground, their bodies pierced by sharp arrows, their blood instantly staining the soil.

His archery skills were indeed superb; he never missed a shot within a hundred paces, which secretly amazed the surrounding gang members.

But this amazing skill, in the eyes of the crowd, did not inspire any admiration, but rather left them with nothing but helplessness and absurdity.

So many people came out, all to keep this young master company!

At this moment, within the ancient ruins, the wind howls, crumbling walls stand in rows, and the ground is covered with weathered rubble and withered weeds.

Several miles away, the churning black mist blotted out the sky, and a faint, eerie aura permeated the surrounding space. Ordinary cultivators who stayed there for a long time would feel their minds become heavy and their blood and qi stagnate.

But Gu Qishao was not afraid at all, and even enjoyed it.

Looking at the game scattered on the ground, his youthful arrogance was on full display as he laughed loudly, "Great! This ancient ruin is indeed more interesting than the hunting grounds outside the city!"

After saying that, Gu Qishao fired three more arrows in quick succession, knocking down the two fleeing prey.

His posture was flamboyant and arrogant, as if all the creatures in the ancient ruins were merely playthings for his amusement!

Elder Gao, who stood guard beside him, had a calm expression, but his eyes held a deep and unyielding worry.

This cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining kept scanning the dilapidated ruins around him, and frequently looked into the black mist area not far away, his mind always tense.

He had lived for decades and knew all too well the dangers on the edge of the Black Fog Zone.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the wild animals we've driven out are only minor threats.

But no one knows what kind of evil lurks among the weeds, trees, and ruins!

Pang Yi, the head of the outer hall, leaned over and whispered, "Elder, we've got twenty or thirty prey already. Should we advise the vice-leader to stop?"

Elder Gao's eyes twitched slightly, and he smiled bitterly to himself.

advise?

He had tried to advise him before, but was scolded by the young master and lost face.

Right now, the other party is having a great time and is at the height of their enjoyment. Who would dare to step forward and provoke them?

I'm afraid that as soon as I say those words, I'll be publicly questioned, or even accused of deliberately undermining his authority and obstructing his establishment of power.

"Wait a little longer."

Elder Gao's voice was hoarse: "Keep a close eye on the surroundings and have everyone on high alert. If there is any unusual movement, immediately protect the Vice Master. Even if it takes all your strength, you cannot allow him to suffer the slightest injury."

The two hall masters nodded in unison, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

Inside the ancient ruins, the members of the gang, who were scattered throughout the search area, were still busy.

Zhang Qing blended into the group, not seeking credit or standing out, deliberately keeping his presence low and trying to remain inconspicuous.

Unlike the others, he didn't search and drive them away with great effort. His eyes were constantly scanning the surrounding ruins and dense undergrowth with vigilance, his mind extremely tense.

In his palm, Zhang Qing gripped a reinforced Swiftness Talisman tightly.

The talisman's spiritual light was contained, and a warm sensation emanated from it continuously, giving him a sense of confidence.

While everyone else was busy driving away the ferocious beasts and creating a lively hunting scene, Zhang Qing was filled with vigilance and unease.

A large group of over a hundred people stormed into the ancient ruins. The sounds of voices, footsteps, spells, and the roars and cries of beasts mingled together. The intense aura of life, like a bright fire in the darkness, had already completely illuminated the area.

Even a small team would be extremely cautious when exploring, so such a large-scale hunt is simply inviting trouble!

roar~

Suddenly, a deep, muffled roar came from the depths of the ancient ruins.

Unlike the soft whimpers of the spotted muntjac and gazelle, this growl was deep and heavy, carrying a terrifying ferocity that made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

All the gang members froze, a chill creeping into their hearts and a slight tingling sensation on their scalps.

Everyone looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Gu Qishao, on horseback, raised an eyebrow, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his interest growing even stronger: "Sounds like a big one. Looks like we're in luck today; we'll be able to hunt a decent ferocious beast!"

He completely ignored the anger and ferocity in the roar and coldly ordered, "Men, lure that beast out. Today I will personally shoot it!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Gao's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Vice Master, you mustn't!"

"This ferocious beast sounds extraordinary, and it might even be accompanied by evil spirits. We should play it safe!"

Luring monsters is an extremely dangerous task.

Elder Gao had to protect Gu Qishao, but he couldn't just stand by and watch the members of the Changfeng Society go to their deaths!

That's why I had to bite the bullet and try to dissuade them.

"safe?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Qishao's smile vanished instantly, a hint of arrogant coldness flashing in his eyes: "As the leader of this guild, I only seek to enjoy the hunt; why should I be cautious?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

Gu Qishao was already displeased by the previous attempts to dissuade him, and now that Elder Gao had spoken up again, it completely stirred up his rebellious spirit.

Most importantly, his large-scale hunt was intended to intimidate his followers and establish his prestige.

If one is timid and hesitant, and only scratches the surface, wouldn't one just be giving others something to talk about and making them think that one is cowardly and incompetent?

Elder Gao was in a dilemma, but he didn't give up: "Vice Master..."

"My mind is made up!"

Gu Qishao's expression darkened, and his tone carried an undeniable force: "Everyone, listen to my command! Advance deeper into the ancient ruins!"

Once the order was given, no one dared to object.

Elder Gao's face turned pale and then red, filled with resentment but helpless. He could only grit his teeth and turn to the two hall masters, ordering in a deep voice, "Pass on my command: form an array and advance! Inner hall disciples, lead the way; outer hall members, tighten the formation!"

Pang Yi nodded silently, then waved his battle flag and issued the order.

When the sharp whistle sounded again, the teams that had been scattered throughout the ancient ruins quickly assembled and advanced in the direction from which the roar came.

Zhang Qing followed in the group, his mind racing.

That's fucking amazing!

As the group ventured deeper into the area, the surrounding light grew dimmer, and the chilling, malevolent aura in the air suddenly intensified several times over.

The weeds on the ground were mostly blackened and withered, and a faint mist swirled between the ruins, making it look particularly eerie and sinister.

The wind howled, like the whispers of ghosts!

roar~

The deep roar of the beast rang out again.

This time, the distance was even closer, as if it were hidden among the ruins ahead, and a fierce and oppressive aura swept over silently.

It made my breath catch in my throat!

Many of the lower-level members of the outer sect in the group had their legs trembling slightly, and their hands, gripping weapons or talismans, were covered in cold sweat.

But Gu Qishao on horseback remained oblivious, gripping the beast-horn longbow and staring intently into the depths ahead.

He needs a real big prey to shut up all those who look down on him!