Chapter Seventy-Three Is He...

  At the moment when the green blood came into contact with his brow, Su Ming immediately felt an extremely strong aura, that aura was filled with death, as if countless wails echoed in his mind. At this moment, the green blood seemed to have a great spiritual awakening, as if it wanted to break free from Su Ming's hand and rush into his brow, entering his body.

  Su Ming's eyes narrowed, and the blood and Qi in his body circulated rapidly, immediately dispelling the deathly aura. At the same time, he also blocked the green blood that was about to penetrate into his body from the outside. His right hand held onto the ball of blood, lifting it from between his eyebrows. In the instant it left his brow, Su Ming's eyes revealed an unusual glow.

  "This object is likely the result of cultivating a special barbaric technique, and it's crucial for the cultivator. However, for outsiders, it can cause harm to themselves." Su Ming pondered for a moment before making a judgment. His initial analysis that Wu Sen's weakness was due to losing this blood had increased from 50% confidence to 80%, which was sufficient.

  In fact, his judgment was quite accurate. The corpse's aura originated from blood, and if he forcibly absorbed it, it would bring about great hidden dangers. Even if there were some benefits, weighing them up would still result in a loss.

  He put the blood back into the small bottle, and with a wave of his right hand, a strand of moonlight appeared, wrapping around the outside of the bottle in a thread. Su Ming then put the bottle away, stood up, and walked out of the room.

  At this moment, the moon is in the sky, and its shape is not curved, but slightly rounder. It seems that there will be a truly round moon night in these days.

  Su Ming took a deep breath, and once again pondered the thoughts that had previously surfaced in his mind. His gaze flashed, and on this quiet night, he walked out of the house, surrounded by an eerie silence with not a single sound to be heard.

  Just as Su Ming was about to leave the residence inside Wushan Department's Fengquan muddy stone city, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. At this moment, a cold and gloomy voice came from behind him.

  "It's so late, where are you going!"

  Su Ming's footsteps paused, and as he turned around, he saw a burly man walking towards him from the dark shadows of the gate. The man had an ordinary appearance, but his narrowed eyes seemed to hold a cold glint, and it was precisely Shan Hen of the Wu Shan Department!

  "Have seen the leader." Su Ming's expression remained unchanged as he looked at Shan Hen who was walking towards him.

  "I'm asking you." Shan Hen slowly walked out and stood one zhang away from Su Ming, gazing at him coldly.

  "I heard from Beiling that the nights in Fengquan City are very lively, so I want to go and experience it for myself." Su Ming's heart was filled with vigilance, but his expression showed only a hint of nervousness as he hastily spoke up.

  Shan He looked at Su Ming for a long time before slowly nodding his head.

  "It's not safe at night, remember not to cause trouble and come back early." Shan Hen said slowly. As the leader of the tribe's hunting team and a strong warrior who came with Ah Gong, it was his responsibility to protect the tribespeople, so this reminder was quite normal.

  Su Ming said that, after bowing to the mountain mark, he slowly backed away, turned around and walked towards the distance. He could feel that the mountain mark behind him was always watching himself.

  He had just taken a few steps when Su Ming's body hair suddenly stood on end, and he clearly felt a strong sense of oppression rushing over him, transforming into a sense of crisis that locked onto his body.

  His body's internal energy, even more so, had a feeling of being uncontrollable and self-operating in resistance. Su Ming knew that this was a natural reaction of the Barbarian Body, because the power of the internal energy existed within him, so when he encountered sudden stimulation, it was very difficult to conceal, and would naturally produce resistance.

  If it were an ordinary person, this feeling would not be so intense. Only a barbarian would have such a clear sensation. This is also a way to test whether others are hiding their cultivation. However, it usually only works for high-level strongmen in the Condensing Blood Realm against those below them.

  Shanhe's cultivation was far superior to Su Ming's, so his sudden movement changed the pre-examination Su Ming, who couldn't resist at all. However, it wouldn't attract attention either. He had Ah Gong's concealment technique on him, and even if the qi and blood in his body were mobilized, outsiders couldn't detect it.

  But now, Su Ming was able to control the flow of Qi and blood in his body with precision, without any hesitation. At the moment when the Qi and blood were about to be triggered, he could easily disperse them with a slight movement of his mind. This was something that others found difficult to do, but for Su Ming, who had enlightened to the subtlety of heart movement, it was not difficult at all.

  However, although qi and blood can conceal stillness and motion, the body's subconscious movements in response to a sudden crisis often become the focus of others' observation.

  The same is true of mountain scars observation.

  But he underestimated Su Ming, or rather, Su Ming was rarely noticed by him in all these years. He didn't understand Su Ming, and it wasn't until the crisis arrived that Su Ming's body didn't hesitate for a moment, as if he were unaware of anything, walking forward at a steady pace, gradually disappearing into the deep night.

  Until Su Ming went far away, Shan Hen slowly furrowed his brow, but he didn't continue standing there. Instead, he turned around and headed into the tribe's residence.

  His actions, not out of the ordinary, and equivalent to doing so in front of his grandfather's face, would not give people any other ideas, but rather seem upright and honest, making one feel that he is suspicious, and therefore trying to probe.

  Su Ming maintained a calm pace, walking for a long time before he couldn't help but quicken his steps, his heart pounding in his chest. In that instant just now, from the gaze of the mountain mark, he found the mysterious observer who had been faintly present during his meditation over the past few days!

  "It's him!" Su Ming furrowed his brow, recalling what Grandfather had said about a traitor appearing in the tribe. Although Grandfather hadn't gone into details, Su Ming could sense his worry.

  "Is it him......" Su Ming hesitated, the position of the chief was extremely high in the tribe, with great power and authority, controlling all the barbarians in the entire hunting team, and also taking on the important task of hunting for the tribe.

  And over the years, in Su Ming's memory, Shan Hen had made great contributions to the tribe. This man seemed aloof, but in reality, Su Ming had seen him walking coldly in the tribe, often taking out some of the spoils he had obtained and giving them to the elderly tribesmen.

  He once went up the mountain himself to bring back many animal teeth for the children of several tribes, and although he was still aloof when distributing them to those La Su, Su Ming noticed a hint of kindness in his eyes.

  Even in Su Ming's memory, there was a winter year when several people from the hunting team were ambushed by the Black Mountain tribe while going out, and one person died after being seriously injured. Shan Hen walked out alone with a cold face, and when he returned the next day, his hands were holding three bloody heads of the Black Mountain barbarians.

  If it weren't for Ah Gong's bravery at that time, I'm afraid it would have led to a war with the Hei Shan tribe.

  Those scenes of the past flashed through Su Ming's mind, he really couldn't find any reason why Shan Hen would be a traitor, in his eyes, such a leader, how could he betray the tribe...

  "Perhaps... I was just thinking too much." Su Ming let out a silent sigh of relief, and quietly walked forward. Gradually, his appearance changed, his body became stronger, and his clothes also changed. Very soon, when he emerged from the darkness, Su Ming had transformed into the current Mo Su, a mysterious figure with a great reputation in Fengzhen City.

  Its body flashed, and it burst out with an astonishing speed, rushing towards the depths of Fengquan City.

  Wu Sen's residence was easy to find, and after Su Ming transformed into Mo Su, he could know it with a little investigation. Moreover, although he is now famous in Fengquan City, only a few hundred people have seen him, so he didn't attract attention from others.

  The wind spring tribe people who informed Su Ming's residence were also unaware, and the person in front of them was actually the astonishing Su Ming!

  As for telling Su Ming about Wu Sen's residence, it was because Su Ming took out one of his rare stone coins, and the Wind Valley tribe people were used to it. In these days, he knew that many outsiders would rush to visit their Wind Valley's several proud Yangs.

  Many people came to visit, but few were truly summoned.

  Wu Song's residence was a corner of the eastern part of the earthen city, which was very quiet, especially at night, and it was pitch black. Although there were lights, they were few and far between, and only with the help of moonlight could one see the outlines of some houses.

  Among the many earthen houses, there was one house that occupied a large area of land and had an independent courtyard, which was clearly separated from the surrounding areas. This was Wu Sen's home.

  Wu Sen, as a proud member of the Wind Spring tribe, held a high status, and his residence was naturally different. His courtyard had four rooms, and in this deep night, amidst the silence, an eerie feeling seeped out.

  The yard is very large, but it's desolate and empty. In the moonlight, there seems to be a sense of bleakness and deathly silence.

  The four rooms were all pitch black, as if no one was inside. In the past, this was not the case, and at almost any time, there would be followers of Wusen guarding here to show Wusen's difference and specialty.

  But now, there is not a single person around, it's unclear whether those people left because of Ou Sen's decline in ranking or because he didn't want others to notice his weakness, so they all dispersed.

  Su Ming stood more than ten zhang away from the courtyard, and in this silence, his shadow was stretched very long by the moonlight, gradually becoming blurred and merging with the surrounding darkness.

  Looking ahead at the courtyard, Su Ming fell silent for a moment, then slowly walked forward. As he approached the gate, he didn't hesitate at all, and pushed it open with one hand. In the instant that the wooden door was opened, a creaking sound suddenly arose in the silence, spreading out in all directions.

  But the rooms all around the courtyard were still quiet, as if they hadn't noticed anything, as if there really was no one inside.

  Ke Su Ming, however, was outside when he caught a glimpse of the second room and sensed that there was a presence of blood energy inside. From the strength of the blood energy, Su Ming judged that it was only around the fifth layer of Congealed Blood Realm. Although it was somewhat weaker than what he had sensed from Wu Sen's body when he returned home during the day, he thought that the other party's weakness should be persistent and thus let it go.

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  Fellow Taoist, please stay a moment... and see if there are any more recommendation tickets in your pocket~~