Calabash Fairy

In the forest not far from White Tiger Cave, Fang Yan and Shu Yu were watching the battlefield, where sand and stones flew, and shouts of battle and howls of wolves mingled together.

Plants like them are naturally good at concealing their presence in the mountains and forests. With Fang Yan's concealment technique, the Crimson Blood Wolf Clan did not detect them even though they had been following them all the way.

Fang Yan frowned slightly. He could see very clearly that the White Tiger Cave had gathered hundreds of demons over the years. Although they were numerous, their cultivation and combat strength varied greatly, and they could even be described as a rabble.

Adding to the two thousand-year-old wolf demons, even though the leopard demon with nine hundred years of cultivation temporarily held one back, the situation was still extremely dangerous. If this continued, the group from White Tiger Cave probably wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

Junheng and the old wolf king were evenly matched. Although the old wolf king had two thousand years of cultivation, he was clearly injured and had even lost an arm, so he could not exert his original strength.

The balance between the two above must be broken as soon as possible. As long as Junheng can free his hands, the crisis at White Tiger Cave will be resolved immediately...

"Fellow Daoist, please lend a hand to those lesser demons below."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please rest assured."

Shu Yu nodded with a smile, and his figure transformed into a whirlwind of pine needles, sweeping straight toward another thousand-year-old wolf demon.

Fang Yan raised an eyebrow, but he knew that this person, like himself, was unwilling to act unless confident, so he didn't pay him much attention. Instead, he looked at the two people fighting in mid-air, and specks of golden light appeared in his palm...

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In mid-air, the old wolf king grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Although the tiger demon's cultivation was inferior to his, its demonic power, imbued with boundless killing intent, was exceptionally strong and showed signs of gradually increasing in strength!

No... this ever-increasing demonic power... this tiger demon is clearly using him as an aid to digest the rare and precious herbs within its body?!

The old wolf king's eyes surged with killing intent, and crimson demonic energy soared into the sky. Its body transformed into a giant crimson wolf, two hundred feet tall, and it lunged at Jun Heng!

Jun Heng's expression was solemn. He was about to transform into his true form to fight when suddenly a golden light shot out from the forest and swept across the old wolf king's neck in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft—"

As a massive amount of crimson blood suddenly gushed out from where the golden light had passed, the old wolf king's head slowly slid off his neck, falling onto the battlefield along with the spray of blood. The headless body in mid-air followed closely behind, crashing down like a small mountain.

"Boom!"

Junheng was stunned as he sensed the other party's rapidly dissipating life force.

He quickly looked toward the source of the golden sword energy, and the next moment, he saw a familiar young man in a green robe slowly lowering his palm and smiling at him.

Junheng couldn't help but swallow hard, muttering under his breath:

"My goodness! He even destroyed the old wolf's demonic soul. Brother Fang actually had this trick up his sleeve..."

"Let's not drink on his mountain next time..."

On the battlefield, with the death of the old wolf king, the morale of the Crimson Blood Wolf Clan quickly declined. On the other hand, the lesser demons of the White Tiger Cave were greatly encouraged and howled as they pounced on the Crimson Blood Wolves.

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Half an hour later.

In front of the White Tiger Cave, the battle had ended, and the corpses of many monsters lay scattered here. The stench of blood permeated the area for miles around. In the center of the battlefield, the corpses of three thousand-year-old wolf demons were laid out like small hills.

With Jun Heng's participation, the battle ultimately ended in a great victory for White Tiger Cave. All three great demons of the Crimson Blood Wolf Clan perished here, with only a few wolf demons escaping. However, the lesser demons of White Tiger Cave also suffered considerable losses and were seriously injured.

Inside the White Tiger Cave.

Amidst painful groans, Fang Yan presented the wooden bucket containing a thick, emerald-green ointment to the leopard demon.

"Distribute these medicines. Apply them to the wounds for external injuries, and for internal injuries, roll them into small pills and mix them with spring water to drink."

This ointment was concocted by him and Shuyu using spiritual materials from the White Tiger Cave. Although it couldn't compare to the Emerald Spirit Ointment, it was sufficient for these little demons.

"Alright! Second King! Don't worry!"

The leopard demon had one arm hanging limply, one eye blinded and bleeding, and more than ten wounds of varying depths on its body. Yet, it still spoke in a loud voice, even with a hint of excitement!

This leopard demon.....

Upon hearing the title "Second King," Fang Yan waved helplessly, signaling the other party to leave. He then turned around and looked at Jun Heng, who was walking slowly behind him.

"Brother Jun, now that White Tiger Cave is safe and Qingfeng Mountain cannot be without me, the mountain god, for too long, Fellow Daoist Shuyu and I will take our leave first."

Junheng grinned and nodded to Fang Yan and Shu Yu, who were walking slowly towards him.

"I don't know what's gotten into these wolf cubs. Brother Fang, between brothers, great kindness needs no words of thanks. And Fellow Daoist Shu Yu... thank you very much this time, I will definitely repay you with a gift in the future!"

This time, Junheng also took a different view of this strange tree demon. The pine needle wind that the demon transformed into actually trapped a thousand-year-old wolf demon for a moment. Each of those pine needles seemed to have been refined and nurtured over the years, making them extremely sharp.

Shu Yu smiled and cupped his hands in greeting:

"You're too kind, Lord Mountain Lord."

Seeing this, Fang Yan was happy to do so. He casually made a gesture and used the Wind Control spell. A gentle breeze lifted him and Shu Yu's bodies. Just as he was about to ride the wind away, he suddenly heard Jun Heng's voice transmission in his ear.

"Brother Fang, you should go back first. I will come to find you again in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan glanced at Jun Heng and saw that the other party was smiling, as if he hadn't said anything.

Fang Yan nodded slightly, and with a surge of spiritual energy, a gentle breeze carried him and Shu Yu towards Qingfeng Mountain.

Junheng grinned as he watched the two leave.

"The old man said back then that I was simple-minded and easily deceived by demons, and that I was destined to make no friends in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Someday, I'll definitely drag Brother Fang to visit that old man!"

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While the Crimson Wolf Clan was crossing the border and a fierce battle was raging at White Tiger Cave, Xiahe Village at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain remained peaceful and serene.

As dusk fell, Xiahe Village was brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, making the village much more lively than usual tonight.

"The finest redwood from Redwood Village, the salt from Salt Field Village, the cloth from Brocade Village, the herbs from Hundred Herbs Village, the tools from Iron Casting Village... It seems that the goods transported from each village this year are even more than last year."

"Not only that, I heard that Hongmu Village has decided to merge into our Xiahe Village. The two hundred people who came with us are not leaving. I've seen many people who are related to Hongmu Village go to help."

"So the merger has already begun? Are they just going to abandon the redwood forest next to Redwood Village like that?"

"Who knows? I heard that the other five village chiefs all came in person this time. They must have their reasons."

Inside the ancestral hall at the village chief's house, the six village chiefs are gathered together.

At this moment, a burly man was looking at the frail old man not far away across the table.

"Are you really planning to abandon that redwood forest in your Redwood Village? The redwood in that forest is top-quality timber; it's sturdy enough to build houses and won't be affected by dampness or insects. It's such a waste..."

The reason why the people who entered the mountains back then each brought a divine object and split into six villages was twofold: firstly, some of them had disagreements, and secondly, each of them found a "rich" place.