Chapter Eighty-Seven: Hunting (Seeking Recommendations)

  The houses on both sides kept moving backward.

  In the midst of the city, on a dry road, three figures were sprinting forward in a line. The two in front were a young man in white clothes and a robust man, while behind them, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy was following closely, his face flushed red, panting heavily with each breath. Yet he never fell behind. The distance between the two groups remained constant.

  "May I ask your name?" The robust man asked with a respectful tone while walking.

  "Tian Lang." Qin Hao took a step forward, and with a burst of energy, he leaped into the air, soaring several meters high. The void shifted direction, allowing him to avoid the people who were pushing and shoving each other in front of him. He turned his head back, gazing at the young man behind him.

  "My name is Feng Ping, and that's my son Feng Yan." The man saw Qin Hao's neat and efficient movements, and his previously nervous heart was put at ease, his tone also becoming more generous.

  "It seems that Su Ya's words were not entirely false, in any case, this move is quite good." This was Feng Ping's current thought. Adding to that, Qin Hao's expression was warm and he didn't put on airs like some warriors, which made his mood a lot better, and he didn't seem as stiff as when they were at the Hunting Alliance branch.

  "Feng Yan? He has great potential." Qin Hao smiled, his tone calm and even.

  At this time, Ye Yan also encountered several people who were pushing and colliding with each other in front of him. He was not as good as Qin Hao, but he could jump into the air. Only to see his body generally, right foot off the ground, the mysterious energy concentrated on the left foot sole, suddenly a burst, his body slanted forward half a meter towards the right front.

  When it landed, although it shook a little, it stabilized in just a few breaths.

  Qin Hao's gaze shifted and he stared at Feng Ping's feet.

  Coming out of the Hunter's Alliance branch, the three of them quickened their pace. Qin Hao ran with ease and agility, his Thousand Mile Wind Movement technique unfolding, making him as light as a feather, advancing like a gentle breeze. This ordinary movement method wasn't bad, when traveling, it was the simplest way to go about it, the mysterious energy alternating and concentrating on the soles of both feet, fiercely stomping on the ground, borrowing the rebounding force to move forward.

  This method has almost no difficulty, as long as you grasp the rhythm of the mysterious energy explosion. However, the disadvantage of this method is also very obvious, it consumes a lot of energy, and although the short-term speed is fast, it has a fatal flaw in changing direction.

  He hadn't run far when Qin Hao saw beads of sweat appear on the man's forehead, and his breathing was also slightly disordered.

  It was that letter that made Qin Hao slightly surprised. An eleven or twelve year old boy, could actually keep up with his footsteps. Although the method used was also clumsy, but at his age, he had managed to do so, which was not easy.

  "This kid is quite something." Qin Hao smiled, and roughly had a guess in his mind.

  "Sixth layer of the Congxuan realm." The seal on his forehead shone with a red light, and although he was extremely proud in his heart, he pretended to be disdainful and said: "This little mixed kid's cultivation is barely passable."

  Although it seems arrogant, the pride in his tone, the flying colors on his face, is something that anyone can see.

  "Condensed Profound Sixfold." Qin Hao smiled again, seeing that the man had no intention of letting this child return first, and asked: "This cultivation is not bad, are you going to let him hunt and kill demonic beasts by himself now?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ping nodded heavily: "Let him start practicing from now on, maybe one day he can enter the Wind Spirit Sect to cultivate."

  Qin Hao's heart moved slightly, and he didn't say much on his face.

  As they chatted and laughed, they had already rushed out of the city gate and were heading towards the direction of Wan Shou Valley. In this Black Stone City, there were not a few warriors who relied solely on their two feet to move about crazily, so the city guards didn't stop them because of this either.

  The attic houses on both sides gradually became scarce, the stone slab road underfoot disappeared, replaced by bumpy dirt roads.

  After a while, Qin Hao could see a dense green area in the distance, with scattered figures wandering around.

  Suddenly knew, Wan Shou Gu, arrived.

  The outer periphery of the Wan Beast Valley is not low in terrain, with dense vegetation, and there is not much difference from ordinary forests. However, as one goes deeper, the terrain gradually decreases, and by the time they reach the deepest point, it completely sinks down to form a valley.

  "I'll lead the way." The smile on Feng Ping's face gradually faded, and he suddenly accelerated a few steps forward, rushing to Qin Hao's side to take the lead.

  Qin Hao glanced back at Feng Yan following behind him, then turned around and sped up.

  Feng Ping led the way, frowning and constantly checking the surroundings, heading in the direction with fewer people. After circling around for a while, Feng Ping finally chose a place with few people and stopped there.

  Qin Hao stopped in his tracks and walked over to Feng Yan's side, patting him on the head: "Good job, kid."

  Feng Yan panted heavily, his body half-bowed, with both hands propping up his knees, and still managed to say: "That...still...need to be said." Although young in age, he was exceptionally stubborn.

  Feng Ping furrowed his brow, gazing into the woods. After a moment, he spoke hesitantly, "Tian Lang, if we encounter a demon beast that isn't too powerful later on, can you not take action and let him handle it?"

  Feng Ping pointed at Feng Yan with her finger, feeling anxious and embarrassed in her heart, thinking that saying this sentence made her neck turn red, a surge of heat rushing up to the base of her ears.

  Let Feng Yan come, that is to say, the number of demons hunted today will not be too many. In this way of equal division, Qin Hao's gains today should be very bleak.

  "It doesn't matter." Qin Hao knew what he was thinking, and didn't feel any discomfort in his heart. He smiled and said: "Anyway, today we'll just take a look around the Wan Shou Valley."

  "Thank you." Feng's expression calmed down slightly as he turned to his son and scolded, "You little rascal, aren't you going to take it out?"

  His face was still flushed, but his breathing had calmed down. He raised his right hand, and a ring appeared in front of Qin Hao, with a small crystal stone on it that had a slight flaw.

  "Taoyu Crystal? Storage Ring." Qin Hao's eyebrows rose in puzzlement. That crystal was clearly a Taoyu Crystal that could create its own space. Judging from the ordinary clothes he wore, his family background shouldn't be very good. Yet, he could take out something like this, which truly surprised Qin Hao.

  A wisp of dark energy emerged from the flames and entered the crystal, which flashed with a faint blue light. A long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The surface of the sword was dull and unreflective, with some areas appearing black and ugly.

  It was only when Feng Yan's hands grasped the hilt, and the mysterious energy poured in, that the long sword's blade suddenly enveloped a burst of cyan light. Under the illumination of the cyan light, the sword's edge became extremely sharp.

  "Meteorite Sword?"

  Qin Hao was even more astonished. The cyan light was a characteristic of the wind-type Xuan Qi, and the sword's glow should be the Xuan Qi that Feng Yan had separated out, enveloping it. It was already the limit to concentrate the Xuan Qi on his hands and feet in the Condensing Xuan realm, and to release the Xuan Qi externally, enveloping it onto a weapon, was called attaching Xuan, which only a Spiritual Xuan martial artist could accomplish.

  Feng Yan's ability to reach this point is absolutely related to the weapon in his hand. Qin Hao suddenly remembered the meteorite spear he used when refining the Feng Xuan array. Only equipment made of meteorite can allow him to exert his Xuanyuan abilities at this level.

  Feng Yan grasped his sword and walked to the front, step by step entering the woods.

  Feng Ping and Qin Hao followed behind him instead.

  "It seems that you have high hopes for this son of yours." Qin Hao smiled and said, "These things must have cost you a lot of money, right?"

  "Uh-huh." The man nodded: "The material of the Taikong crystal is relatively poor, and the inner space is only one zhang square. The raw materials for the meteorite sword are not too pure either. However, these things were obtained by selling all my possessions and buying them from other warriors. In order to train this kid, I also sold a lot of property and repeatedly invited warriors to accompany him here to hunt beasts."

  "Wishing to live freely in this world without real power is ultimately a joke." Feng Ping suddenly let out a deep sigh, his tone heavy: "I only hope that this little scoundrel won't turn out like his father, unable to even...".

  The man's fists were clenched as he spoke, as if recalling something. He paused for a long time, but the words that followed couldn't be uttered in a single word. His eyes suddenly turned red and moist.

  "It's settled." Qin Hao suddenly walked up and patted his shoulder, smiling: "This kid, I think he's got potential."

  Qin Hao's words were not meant to be comforting. When he saw Feng Yan holding the long sword, his entire demeanor changed. At that moment, his face still had a hint of youthfulness, but his aura was completely different. This kid really has great potential.

  The two of them fell silent for a moment, and then followed Xiang Ye's small footsteps as he walked forward.

  As they entered the forest, the number of nearby demons gradually increased. Some demons were naturally gentle and Qin Hao and his group didn't provoke them. The scenery on both sides was somewhat similar, making this section of the road a bit dull to walk through.

  "Cuckoo."

  Suddenly a cry came, Qin Hao raised his head and looked forward.

  In front of the road, a monster was crouching, about one or two feet long, as thick as an adult's arm. The monster had a slender body, and its entire surface was covered with a layer of ash-gray skin, like armor. Its two eyes rolled around, and finally, the inverted image of the flame appeared in the pupil of the monster.

  "First-rate intermediate demon beast — Rock-backed Lizard."

  Qin Hao made a judgment in his heart. This low-level demon beast, he had never seen it in person. However, it appeared in the pictures left by Pangzi and the data from the Hunting Alliance.

  Yanbei Xian, a demonic beast with relatively weak attacking power, is only skilled in one type of attack: charging. However, its defense is extremely strong.

  Qin Hao's gaze converged on Feng Yan's body, with great interest sizing him up.

  Feng Yan gripped his long sword tightly in his hand, facing forward. His calf muscles trembled slightly as he stepped forward one step at a time.

  The rock-backed lizard's two eyes were fixed on one spot, its entire body tense, as it suddenly charged forward. Its speed was not fast, but the momentum was quite astonishing.

  Very soon, the Rockback Lizard rushed to Feng Yan's front. Qin Hao thought that Feng Yan should retreat, but he didn't expect him to raise his sword and block the beast's momentum with the blade.

  "Ding!"

  The sword edge and the beast's body collided, producing a clear metallic sound. Sparks flew out from the impact. Feng Yan's small body was knocked back several steps, but she managed to hold off the Rockback Lizard's body with her sword edge. Her face flushed red, gritting her teeth, she took a difficult step forward with her right foot and swung her long sword forward, sending the Rockback Lizard's body flying back.

  The monster's body flipped over in mid-air and landed steadily. It took a step back with its hind legs and charged again.

  A long sword with a flame-like design was slanted in space, its blade trembling, as a blue mysterious aura attached itself to it.

  "Wind Whispers Nine Swords."

  A tender voice came out. Feng Ming's long sword in his hand danced up, like a green wind rolling, rapidly drawing in the air, and dancing into a green sword net, pressing towards the body of the demon beast.

  On the long sword, the clear wind rings out, with a crisp and pleasant sound.

  Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

  The body of the demon beast and the long sword collided repeatedly, with sparks flying out in waves. After a set of martial arts was completed, Feng Ming retreated back to his original position.

  The monster's body remained suspended in mid-air, as if frozen in time.

  The monster's surface, like a rock, cracked open, and blood splattered everywhere. Sword marks appeared one after another. When the monster fell to the ground, it had already been cut into several pieces...