Chapter 39: Hostile Intent!

  Time passed day by day in Su Ming's meditation and cultivation. After several days, Xiao Hong returned to the cave with a tired look, even its fur had dulled, when Su Ming was sitting cross-legged.

  It was exhausted, but its expression was filled with relish and satisfaction, constantly sniffing its right paw, where it had a silly grin on its face.

  When Xiaohong returned, Su Ming's eyes slightly opened and looked at Xiaohong, couldn't help but think of a scene he saw a few days ago, his facial expression became unnatural.

  Xiao Hong also noticed Su Ming's gaze, turned around and looked at Su Ming, immediately ran over, stretched out his right paw, with a proud expression, and seemed to want Su Ming to smell it too, as if thinking that good things should be shared by everyone.

  Su Ming couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, no longer paying attention to Xiao Hong, and once again immersed himself in his cultivation.

  Adding up those days before, a month's time passed quickly, and the distance between Ah Gong and his scheduled trip to the Wind Spring tribe was also approaching.

  During this time, Su Ming consumed all the Luo Yun leaves and only managed to successfully refine a single grain of Shan Ling San. The failure rate of this pellet had become a rather depressing matter for Su Ming.

  Fortunately, apart from the Mountain Spirit Scatter, his cultivation has been relatively smooth. During this period, he solidified the fourth layer of the Blood Condensation Realm and even gained two more blood lines, reaching a total of forty-nine. He slowly accepted the strangeness of the Fire Barbarian Technique.

  The more it went on, the harder it was for the bloodline to condense. In recent days, no matter how hard Su Ming cultivated, he could no longer condense any more of it out. He understood that this had something to do with his inability to complete the third stage of Blood Fire Reversal.

  Apart from this, Su Ming also tried to control the moonlight many times at night when the bright moon appeared, according to the feeling that came from his heart. However, the effect was not obvious, and it seemed that he could only control a thread of it, unable to increase any more.

  Although it was only a sliver of moonlight, in Su Ming's hands, it was incredibly sharp and surprising, even more so than the bone spear. Moreover, what was most important was that this sliver of moonlight was invisible to Xiao Hong, which meant that Su Ming could be slightly certain that apart from himself, no one else would be able to detect it.

  This morning, Su Ming stood up from his cross-legged sitting position, took a look around the cave, and after a moment of contemplation, he moved the ancient cauldron to one side. He didn't know how long he would be gone when he went to the Windy Nation tribe this time, so he needed to make some preparations.

  On the rock wall of this cave, there are countless fine and dense grooves, which were caused by Su Ming's manipulation of that thread of moonlight over the past few days.

  After tidying up, Su Ming walked out of the cave, and Xiao Hong had already woken up. Seeing that Su Ming was about to leave, she hurriedly followed behind him. When they exited the cave, she simply sat on Su Ming's shoulder, too lazy to climb down the mountain herself.

  "What a pity that the Mountain Spirit Powder is too difficult to refine... On the second door, under the pattern of the Mountain Spirit Powder, there are eight small holes, apparently requiring the offering of eight... I don't know when I can accumulate eight Mountain Spirit Pills while ensuring my own cultivation..."

  Moreover, the opening of that second door requires a medicine called Nan Li... The herbs needed for this medicine, I have never seen before. Fortunately, there is the diagram given by Ah Gong, which has some introduction." Su Ming stood outside the cave, looking at the distant sky and earth with the rising sun, murmuring to himself as he breathed in the cool air.

  "Only with the possession of enough of these two medicinal stones can the second gate be opened... Fortunately, the last one called Nasen Scatter seems to have no requirement for refinement, but the more it is so, the more it explains the preciousness of Nasen Scatter!" Su Ming hesitated, and the little red on his shoulder seemed to be impatient, grabbing Su Ming's hair and screaming continuously.

  Su Ming reached out and patted the little monkey's head, then suddenly jumped down from the mountain peak. The cold wind howled, blowing his clothes and hair into disarray, causing the little red creature to cling even tighter to Su Ming's hair, screeching incessantly.

  Su Ming's laughter echoed, his body suddenly falling to the side, his right hand grasping a nearby rock to steady himself before sinking again. With his current cultivation, it didn't take long for him to descend from the Black Flame Peak amidst the rapid fall.

  The snow in the mountain forest was still there, and it felt very soft underfoot. Su Ming's body swayed, and he ran towards the distance. He had originally planned to return to the tribe immediately, but as he walked, he stopped at a fork in the road, hesitating for a moment.

  Xiao Hong remained perched on Su Ming's shoulder, seemingly finding it quite comfortable, and continued to sniff his right paw, becoming increasingly enchanted. At this moment, seeing Su Ming come to a stop, she looked slightly puzzled.

  The road on the right is the direction back to the tribe, as for the left... Su Ming looked over there, this road leads to the Wulon Tribe.

  "Go take a look... Xiao Hong, have you seen Bailin? Oh, right, you haven't seen him. I'll take you to see him then?" Su Ming whispered.

  Xiao Hong opened her eyes wide, scratched the hair on her face, and didn't make a sound.

  "Alright, since you want to see her, I'll take you to take a look from afar." Su Ming seemed to have found a reason to move forward, and with a smile, he patted Xiao Hong's head again. As Xiao Hong showed a dissatisfied expression, he rushed towards the path on the left side.

  At dusk, the distant sun emitted a light similar to red, and the sunset was about to fall. Su Ming came to the place where he bid farewell to Bai Ling for the first time. Squatting here, he could see the outline of the Wudang Department, see the people of the Wudang Department moving inside, but couldn't see that white figure.

  For a long time, Su Ming was silent. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but he felt that Bai Ling was very beautiful and the most beautiful girl he had ever seen from childhood to adulthood. He wanted to take another look at her.

  He hesitated for a moment, then sat silently, not making any sudden movements, but gazing at the sky. As the sunset gradually dissipated and it seemed to be getting dark, his eyes flashed, and he stood up, taking a few steps forward before quickly advancing, yet remaining vigilant. He slowly approached the Wulon tribe, but couldn't get too close after all, this wasn't the Wushan tribe; if discovered, there would be danger.

  Although they, the Wushan tribe and the Wulong tribe, did not have a deep-seated feud like the Heishan tribe, it was not peaceful either. If they encountered each other in the wilderness, they would often be hostile towards each other, let alone someone like Su Ming who had been wandering outside the Wulong tribe.

  "Alas, I shouldn't have done that." Su Ming muttered to himself as he proceeded quietly. When he was still a thousand zhang away from the Wulou Department, he stopped in his tracks. For someone who had grown up in the tribe since childhood and had even gone alone to Wu Mountain to gather herbs as a youth, and had encountered people from the Black Mountain Department several times, being cautious and vigilant had become second nature to him.

  He had seen too much bloodshed, although most of it was from the hunting parties in his tribe bringing back wild beasts, but as a child growing up he was also influenced by what he saw and heard, let alone having killed people himself!

  Not even Leichen had experienced this before.

  So even if he wanted to take a peek at White Spirit with his inner demon's mischief, his subconscious instinct still made him choose to stop a thousand feet away, even more cautiously, just before nightfall.

  Crouching there, he took a distant look at the Wulong tribe and his eyes showed decisiveness. Without any hesitation, he suddenly turned around and quickly left the Wulong tribe.

  But just as he ran a few steps, Su Ming suddenly had his hair standing on end, and a sense of crisis stronger than when he first met the two black mountain barbarians surged up.

  He suddenly twisted his body in mid-air, without thinking, and wrapped his arms around his head, shrinking his entire body into a ball-like shape, holding Xiao Hong tightly in his arms, as if suspended in mid-air for a moment.

  At that very moment, a sharp whistling sound shook the sky, and a giant spear, over three zhang long, shot out from the Wulong tribe's wooden palisade like lightning, brushing past Su Ming's side with a loud whoosh, landing on the ground with a deafening crash, causing the earth to shake and the snowflakes to burst open.

  A gust of air waves rose, spreading in all directions. Fortunately, Su Ming's vigilance allowed him to dodge in advance. Under the rolling of the air wave, his body swayed and fell to the ground, then he sprinted forward with full force.

  "Want to leave?" A cold hum came from afar, and a young man wearing a coarse linen shirt, with long hair flowing down, eyes gleaming with a fierce light, was striding towards him.

  Su Ming turned around and glanced back, a hint of cold light flashing in his eyes.