ushernet Chapter 211 - Arc 13: Wild Beast Plains | Chapter 211: Hu Xueer
Chapter 211 - Arc 13: Wild Beast Plains | Chapter 211: Hu Xueer
Chapter 211 - Arc 13: Wild Beast Plains | Chapter 211: Hu Xueer
Translator: Lynn
The flames wielded by the young cultivator were so potent that the fox girl cowered in fear. She gazed at the young cultivator, whimpering and pleading for mercy, “If the immortal leader spares my child, I am willing to offer my fur and core. I implore the immortal leader to be merciful! Please show mercy!” However, the young man remained indifferent to the fox girl’s pleas.
Observing this, Xu Ziqing descended from the boulder and addressed the young cultivator, saying, “This is our first meeting; may I inquire about your name, fellow Daoist?”
Raising his eyebrows, the young cultivator replied, “I’m Nan Zhengya, and who might you be?”
Noticing the lack of hostility, Xu Ziqing smiled and said, “I’m Xu Ziqing.”
Nan Zhengya inquired further, “Which sect?” Reêad latest novels at
Honest about his affiliation, Xu Ziqing replied, “Wuling Immortal Sect,
“A disciple of a renowned sect.”
Despite finding Nan Zhengya’s demeanor peculiar, Xu Ziqing sensed no malice. He gestured towards the fox girl and asked, “What shall we do about this, Brother Nan Zheng?”
Only then did the fox girl realize there were other cultivators present, and upon inspection, she perceived a peaceful aura from this person. Yet, desiring to substitute someone to plead for mercy, she sensed an impending danger, a feeling that prevented her from approaching. Instinctively, she observed a section of vines on the waist of the young man in green robes slowly rising and then gradually descending.
Nan Zhengya glanced casually at the fox girl and declared, “Since it’s of no use to me, do as you wish. I have other matters to attend to; there is no need for a send-off.” With that, he waved his hand and departed.
Although Xu Ziqing wasn’t acquainted with him, he felt a tinge of regret but chose not to pursue it. However, when he glanced down and saw the forlorn fox girl, a slight headache ensued. While he deemed the fox girl’s demise inconsequential, he couldn’t ignore the plight of the cubs if she were to die.
After contemplation, Xu Ziqing decided to leave her fate in her own hands. Whether the cub lived or died, it would follow the natural order. With this in mind, he prepared to depart.
Yet, as he took a few steps, a gust of wind struck from behind. Xu Ziqing swiftly maneuvered, floating three to five feet backward.
It was the green fox poking its head out, attempting to bite.
Xu Ziqing’s eyes turned cold, “I spared your life, and you still seek to devour my flesh and blood?” If so, he would end her life with his own hands.
The green fox, enduring the pain, raised its head and said, “I am like a candle in the wind, about to perish. How dare I harbor thoughts about the celestial leader? It was merely a moment of impatience, a feeble attempt to seek the celestial leader’s attention.” It clarified that the intent was not to bite but to catch the hem of the young man in green robes, ensuring he would listen.
Softening slightly, Xu Ziqing responded, “We are not of the same kind, and I have nothing more to say.”
The fox girl gritted her teeth and reverted to her womanly form. Though appearing timid and fragile, her instability made her seem more pitiful. She pleaded, “In my past, I committed numerous wrongs. I am willing to die at the hands of the elder. I offer all my core and fur. However, I am concerned about this child, so I beseech the elder to accept it as a beast pet to serve the elder.” With these words, she attempted to lift the white ball with both hands.
The white ball was a young white fox, akin to pure snow—cute, well-behaved, and tender. It chirped and whispered, with clear eyes and an innocence suggesting it was new to the world.
This insight led Xu Ziqing to the realization that to advance in cultivation, one must “understand one dharma and master all dharmas.”
Pondering silently, his mind clear, Xu Ziqing executed his sword maneuvers at precisely the right moments, effortlessly claiming the lives of the wild beasts. The real energy consumption per move diminished progressively, approaching the pinnacle of efficiency.
Suddenly, he raised his arms, and the sword light swept through—
“Chi Chi Chi!”
The last three golden-horned beasts succumbed to his blade, their heads rolling away, leaving only a thin line of blood at the severed neck.
Standing calmly, Xu Ziqing reminisced about Nan Zhengya’s flame manipulation three days prior, feeling a newfound comprehension of true energy application.
Putting away his long sword, he resolved to experiment with other spells. After accepting Hu Xueer, he stored only some of the wild beast core in the beast card, with no intention of deploying her in battle.
Driven by the sight of another formidable practitioner, he intensified his training, eschewing rest at night to focus on practice in the heart of the plain.
Over the ensuing days, Xu Ziqing encountered fewer one-horned and black-horned beasts. Conversely, the numbers of red-horned and golden-horned beasts surged, and even some two-horned beasts made appearances, indicating his progress into deeper territories.
Simultaneously, he witnessed more brutal skirmishes—not just between reckless beasts and cultivators or warriors but also between reckless beasts and monsters.
The depth of the plain housed more monsters than Xu Ziqing had anticipated, seemingly holding a significant presence. This prompted him to ponder: Could the beast tide, occurring almost every three years, have ties to these monsters? Or is it solely a consequence of the beasts?
Suppressing his curiosity, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. The Wild Beast Plain had adhered to its established internal rules for many years.
So, Xu Ziqing remained within the Wild Beast Plain for another half-month before reuniting with Ganwu Xiaoling. Following this, he delved back into the plain, practicing diligently for several more tens of days. He only emerged when rest was imminent.
Unbeknownst to him, this continuous penance had spanned half a year.
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“Master Tai Jun, your recent gains have been truly impressive, amassing a significant number of contribution points!”
“Oh, it’s just a stroke of luck.”
“I heard... an esteemed cultivator is placing an order with you?” The conversation unfolded with one party expressing both envy and temptation, while the other engaged with a smiling demeanor, speaking cautiously. In the past six months, the Qianwu Team’s standing in the army had elevated by a full level, drawing considerable attention.
Tai Jun had recently submitted the animal skins to the chief inspector, reaping additional contribution points. After concluding dealings with a group of people, he departed with his companions.
Unbeknownst to them, just as they left, several figures appeared quietly.
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