From being plagued by all kinds of diseases to becoming a powerful martial arts demon god!

Chapter 142 Tracking

The bottom of a massive rift valley.

It was pitch black, shrouded only in an endless, thick red mist.

Jiang Heng looked at the data changes in the line about physical body level on the panel.

In just a few hours, it went from level 6.18 to level 6.60.

He successfully activated all thirty-two acupoints on his body.

At this moment, the powerful energy within Jiang Heng's sixty-one acupoints swirled slowly like a vortex.

The fiery essence within the internal organs' furnace connects to dozens of acupoints.

Like iron chains protecting his physical body, they made Jiang Heng's body even stronger.

Jiang Heng stood up from the cave on the cliff face of the valley and stretched his body a little.

Each time an acupoint is opened, the ability to perceive and the quantity of Qi will increase significantly.

Jiang Heng has now entered the late stage of level six. His perception of external energy and the intensity of his internal energy are now...

They have all increased exponentially!

Correspondingly, the strength of the martial art "Burning Heaven" he displayed, the power of the body-refining divine runes, and [Calamity Fire - Blood Curse Body].

Anything related to Qi sensation will receive a certain boost.

"Give it a try."

With a thought, Jiang Heng broke through the thick fog at the bottom of the valley and stood once again on the ground at the bottom of the valley, in front of the translucent black rocks.

He stood still, stepped forward with his left leg, lowered his center of gravity, and raised his right arm as if drawing a bow and nocking an arrow.

At the same time, hundreds of energy pathways, both inside and outside the body, travel along the muscles, fascia, and bones.

From countless paths, like invisible water columns condensed in mid-air, they converge at the fist's peak.

Hundreds of Dao patterns simultaneously appeared on the surface of his skin, and the tip of his right fist was completely covered by the inky Thousand Machines Tribulation Dao patterns.

Then, with a punch, the fist tore through the red mist and landed heavily on the translucent black rock.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound echoed through the valley, breaking the deathly silence.

Just hours before, the black rock that Jiang Heng had been relentlessly bombarding had remained unmoved, but now it finally showed signs of trembling.

"It helps a little, but it's still not enough—"

Jiang Heng withdrew his fist and shook his head slightly.

Judging from the current situation, if he wanted to make a hole in this black rock...

We'll have to continue digging here for at least a few more days.

Staying in the same spot for so long and making noise continuously is too risky.

In case we encounter a level seven martial artist from the Thousand Gu Alliance who has entered the Rift Valley to investigate.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Heng decided to wait until he reached the seventh level of physical body cultivation before returning to dig open the black rock and seize the energy liquid below.

He straightened up, picked up the black staff that was placed to the side, and silently assessed his current strength.

Reaching the Grandmaster level in martial arts is enough for Jiang Heng to be able to compete with a peak level six martial artist in close combat.

With the addition of a second-tier body-refining divine ability, the [Thousand Machines Severing Calamity Hand] was also cultivated to perfection.

Perhaps, it could be used to deal with a level six peak martial artist?

Such a thought crossed Jiang Heng's mind.

Its body leaped up from the bottom of the valley and flew towards the top of the rift.

I've been here for a while now, it's time to go back.

Give the natal Gu in the black jade gourd and the black stone to the Qingming Department for identification.

And declare your contribution points to exchange for the second-tier movement technique from the shop.

As his physical body level increases, Jiang Heng's weakness in speed is becoming increasingly apparent.

After all, to engage in close combat, you first need to be able to get close to your opponent.

"Lai Yiyi"

Jiang Heng leaped across a nearly 1,000-meter-deep rift valley and landed on the ground.

The wasteland outside the rift valley.

At this moment, the once lush hills and plains have been transformed into arid land by the erosion of the red mist.

Hundreds of kilometers of weeds and trees rotted and turned to dust.

Only a very few survived, their bodies covered in dark red crystals, and they were slowly undergoing a mutation.

Even the land has been eroded into a rusty, dark red color, and the color remains unchanged even after digging three feet into the ground.

Mengza Wenda's figure hovered high in the sky, holding a Blood-Guiding Treasure, looking down at the rift valley and wasteland filled with thick fog.

Behind him stood two middle-aged martial artists dressed in gold thread, whose auras were equally formidable.

Both of them were martial artists at the sixth level of physical cultivation, and direct descendants of the Wenda family, meaning they were Meng Zha's brothers.

Daxin and Pengxili.

However, like Meng Zha, these two were not favored by the Hidden Mist Master among the direct line.

During his hundred years as the Lord of Miasma, Wuyin Wenda had many wives and concubines, and fathered over a hundred children.

With such a large bloodline, kinship ties are naturally very weak.

Of all these people, only a very small number will actually be able to inherit the rights.

Most people's status is even lower than that of collateral heirs.

This is the case with Tassin and Poon Sili.

In order to continue to climb the social ladder within their tribe, they sought refuge with Mengzha and provided advance financial assistance to Chayapeng.

It is hoped that Jayapong will be able to inherit the Lord's position in the future.

At that time, they will also be able to obtain sufficient benefits.

But now—...Chayapon has disappeared, and years of anticipation and planning have come to naught.

Neither of them looked too good on the way here.

"Did you find it?"

Daxin asked in a deep voice.

Meng Zha stared intently at the Blood-Guiding Treasure in his hand and said, "Wait a little longer, it'll be soon—"

This item comes from the Thousand Gu Lake Holy Land in the Thirteenth Southern Frontier. It is made from the body of a special bloodthirsty Gu worm. As long as there is a single drop of someone's blood, it can track their whereabouts and find their location.

However, the pervasive red mist severely hampered the Blood Lure's judgment, resulting in its ineffectiveness.

It works sometimes and it doesn't.

Ponceli looked cautious, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

He frowned at Mengzha and asked:

"Why not contact Pakham and search for Jayapong's whereabouts together?"

As Chayapeng's protector, Pakan is currently searching for any trace of Chayapeng in the red mist area.

The environment of the Red Mist region is unknown, and they may encounter level seven martial artists from the Tianfu region at any time while they are in it.

If they could travel with Pakan, who possessed a physical body at level seven, their situation would be much safer.

Mengza snorted coldly: "Pakan is untrustworthy! A dignified seventh-level martial artist couldn't even protect Chayapeng! I suspect he intentionally harmed Chayapeng, causing his disappearance, in order to support the successor of the third branch!"

"If we act with him, we won't even know how we died."

Dashin and Poon Siri exchanged a glance.

A flash of anger appeared in Ponceli's eyes, and he frowned, saying:

"If you hadn't lured Jayapong here to search for the ruins, how could he have ended up in such a predicament? And you have the nerve to suspect Pakham?"

"If you weren't his father, I would suspect you might be a spy sent by another branch of the family!"

Mengza immediately flew into a rage: "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"I'm doing this for Chayapeng's own good. If he can truly obtain even a fraction of the Red Moon Clan's legacy, he can succeed to the position of leader sooner!"

"Moreover, the information I received is also correct, although the remains of a powerful expert from the Divine Realm have not yet been discovered."

"But the sudden appearance of such a huge energy essence vein on this land is already quite unusual."

"Who can say for sure that it's not here?!"

Punxsuri retorted angrily, "Then why can't you come yourself, instead of making Jayapong risk his life?"

"To put it bluntly, isn't it just that you're afraid of death?"

The alliance among the three was always based on the premise that Chayapon would become the Lord of the Miasma Clouds in the future.

With Chayapon missing, their relationship has begun to crack.

Just then, Daxin's gaze shifted, focusing on the Blood-Guiding Treasure in Mengzha's hand, and his expression changed slightly.

"Stop making noise, the baby's moving!"

At this moment, at the top of the Blood-Drawing Treasure, inside that crystal-like sphere.

A dark red pointer suddenly rose up, pointing straight in one direction.

Moreover, the pointer is still moving slightly northward.

This means that Jayapong is currently heading north and he is not dead!

Mengzha, who was about to speak, suddenly turned his gaze back, and a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.

He immediately said, "Quick, let's go!"

Meng Zha took a step forward, and a surge of energy emanated from his feet, transforming into dark blue-green Dao patterns.

He then directly used his supernatural powers to propel his body towards the direction the treasure pointed!

Daxin and Peng Xili exchanged a glance, and a look of joy appeared on their faces.

Then he immediately used his supernatural powers to follow after them.

A mere dozen breaths later, the three tore through a patch of red mist and saw a tall, blurry figure shrouded in the red mist not far away.

The pointer of the Blood-Drawing Treasure was pointing straight at that figure!

If nothing unexpected happens,

The tall figure in the red mist must be Chayapon!

Mengzha quickly stepped forward, opening his mouth to shout, "Cha—"

The moment he opened his mouth, the smile on his face froze.

Because the tall figure opposite them was not Chaya Peng at all!

With fair skin and Han Chinese features, this was clearly a martial artist from the Chengdu Plain.

Why would the Blood-Drawing Treasure point at him?!

At this moment, Daxin and Pengxili also arrived. Upon seeing Jiang Heng's face, their expressions immediately darkened.

Mengza roared, "Who are you? Where is Chayapon?!"

The sound lingered in the red mist for a long time.

He spoke Thai, but Jiang Heng, having dealt with the Thousand Gu Alliance for so long, could understand some of it.

Chayapon?

Jiang Heng looked at the three people in front of him wearing dark-patterned jacquard silk and the golden cloud patterns on their cuffs.

He then recalled that the level six martial artist he had said he would kill a dozen hours earlier was also dressed in the same clothes.

It seems these three people came here in search of this person?

Why did it happen to me?

Jiang Heng's heart stirred, and his gaze shifted downwards, sweeping over the black jade gourd at his waist.

Could it be the natal Gu that I previously placed in this black jade gourd?

At this moment, Meng Zha also noticed the black jade gourd at Jiang Heng's waist.

He could recognize at a glance that the black jade gourd was Chaya Peng's!

For the martial artists of the Thirteen Southern Borders, it was almost impossible to lose something as close to their bodies as the Gu Insect Gourd.

Since this black jade gourd appeared on this person, only one possibility remains—.

"What did you do to Chayapon?"

Mengzha's face was gloomy at this moment, and gradually became ferocious, as if he had transformed into a ferocious beast that would devour people!

If Chayapon were to die, it's hard to imagine how Kirigakure Onda would treat him!

Jiang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three people in front of him.

Judging from the aura these three are currently exuding, they are likely all martial artists at or above the late stage of level six.

And the one in the lead might have already reached the peak of level six!

With these three joining forces, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle them easily.

retreat!

With this thought in mind, Jiang Heng suddenly retreated and rushed towards the direction of the rift valley!

"Stop right there! Don't even think about running away!"

Upon seeing this, Meng Zha roared angrily and, carrying the Blood-Guiding Treasure, took the lead in giving chase.

He then turned to Daxin and Peng Xili and said, "No matter what, let's catch this person first!"

"What if Jayapong was only captured, but not killed?!"

After saying that, he ran off in pursuit.

Daxin's gaze was gloomy, and his voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "Let's go. If Chayapon is really dead, we won't come out unscathed either."

"If we can catch the murderer who killed Jayapong, it will be a way to atone for our sins."

Without saying much, Poon Silly nodded slowly, and then, together with Dashin, chased after them ahead.

However, less than a moment later...

The three had no choice but to stop and stand above the huge rift, looking down at the churning red mist.

Meng Zha's expression was somewhat grim. The boy wasn't particularly fast; he only needed a few more breaths to catch up. But who would have thought he would simply disappear into the rift valley?

Before the three of them stepped into the red mist area, they had already taken a potion to resist the crystallization of flesh and blood.

Only then can one move freely in and out of this red mist.

However, the concentration of red mist in this rift valley is much higher than that outside.

Even with medication, it might not be enough to stop it!

A series of thoughts flashed through Meng Zha's mind, and he finally said quickly:

"This person is not as strong as us. He certainly won't last long in this rift valley."

"Hold your breath, grab him first!"

With their strength, they could hold their breath for about half an hour in this red mist environment.

Going down there is no problem.

Daxin and Peng Xili nodded, and the three of them immediately took a deep breath and set off to plunge into the surging red mist of the huge rift.

"Damn it, where did that kid go in such a short time?!"

Red mist slowly rises and falls in the rift valley.

Meng Zha's eyes were bloodshot, even with his qi-sensing protection activated.

However, there is still a slight sensation of red mist penetrating the body, irritating the most vulnerable part of the body—the eyes.

In just a short while, the eyes of all three of them were already extremely sore.

"Logically, this shouldn't be the case."

Daxin frowned, staring at the slowly rising and falling red mist below, deep in thought.

"Given the concentration of red mist in this rift, if a Tianfu martial artist were to move quickly through it, it would surely cause a large amount of red mist to surge."

"But the fact that this red mist hasn't moved can only mean—"

"This martial artist from Tianfu hasn't gone far; he might be hiding nearby!"

Da Xin suddenly understood, raised his head, and was about to express his thoughts.

But when he looked up, he saw Mengzha staring at him in surprise, his mouth open as if he wanted to shout something, "Behind you!"

Daxin was slightly taken aback.

What's going on?

The next moment, a tall figure emerged from the thick red mist behind Daxin.

The heavy, dark club, carrying immense force, crashed down and smashed his skull!