Standing atop the mountain, Jiang Feng felt as if an invisible palm force descended from the sky above his head.
He couldn’t help but look up.
He saw an even larger Snowy Owl, strikingly conspicuous in the night sky. Its snow-white wings were like a flash of white sword light, its figure slicing through the heavens, heading toward the place where the Snowy Owl had fallen from the sky.
Before long, it swooped into the distant forest, seized the fate-unknown Snowy Owl, and soared back into the sky from within the woods.
Its broad wings spread wide, stirring up a mighty wind that bent a whole swath of trees in the forest, making so unable to bear the strain—a crisp snap rang out as branches split and shrubs toppled in masses.
The giant Snowy Owl, clutching the "Little Snowy Owl" by the wing, flew over White Tiger Mountain. Sensing danger, Jiang Feng slipped without delay into a cave below along the cliff crevice, not waiting for the giant owl to pass overhead.
Because the distance was so close.
That terrifying gale swept over the mountaintop, hurling stones and sand, ripping the turf. When Jiang Feng erged again, the summit was unrecognizable, stripped bare as if peeled away.
"How could there be such a terrifying demon bird within the Imperial City?"
"Just how many trump cards does the Emperor of the Great Tang still have?"
"The Blood Wolf Race always stayed within the Forbidden Forest; why would they cross Chishui County and head all the way toward the Dragon Capital?"
Jiang Feng was utterly perplexed.
He had thought that with his current strength, he already knew enough about the Great Tang and this world—yet the stronger he beca, the more unfathomable the world seed.
That giant Snowy Owl just now—Jiang Feng felt that even if he had the Dragon Tendon Bow in hand and fired hundreds of arrows, he still might not be able to bring it down.
"What was going on with that wolf shadow earlier? Xiao Zhan has already reached Jingzhou, and not long ago good news was just received. How co a Blood Wolf silhouette would show up near White Tiger Mountain?"
Jiang Feng pondered deeply.
"The Emperor of the Great Tang has so many hidden cards, why does he keep them secret?"
Jiang Feng felt that if the giant Snowy Owl earlier could be sent south to battle, it could surely inflict heavy wounds on the Blood Wolf King. Perhaps the Court’s armies could, in one surge, drive the Blood Wolves back into the Forbidden Forest.
Yet, that was not the case.
"Soone else is coming."
"It’s the Demon Suppression Bureau—no, it’s the experts from the Imperial City."
Jiang Feng suddenly saw six or seven Hunting Falcons flying from the direction of the Dragon Capital, each bearing a rider on its back.
He retreated into the cave once more.
When he saw them swoop into the forest ahead, Jiang Feng erged again, gazing in the direction of the woods.
"They seem to be looking for sothing. Could it be sothing the Blood Wolf dropped?"
"It’s best to retreat for now!"
"That commotion just now has surely drawn many eyes."
"I need to find another place to break through my cultivation."
Jiang Feng left White Tiger Mountain reluctantly.
Though the cave was concealed, it was too close to that stretch of forest. Jiang Feng was afraid that when he broke through, the surge of aura would attract unwanted attention.
"Lately, there’ve been refugees coming from east, west, and south—it looks like I’ll have to head north to find a secluded place."
Jiang Feng returned to the Dragon Capital. Leaving through the North City Gate, he gazed into the distance, searching for a mountain to hide himself, but the northern plains stretched unbroken. Left with no choice, he used his body technique to enter a patch of low shrubbery.
"This forest is over a hundred li from the Dragon Capital—even if a powerful disturbance erupts during my breakthrough, it’s impossible to alarm the city’s experts."
Jiang Feng muttered to himself, noting that the sky was already turning pale with dawn.
He was about to waste an entire night.
After making sure no one was around,
he allocated six hundred forty thousand Fortune Points to his Tai Chi Longevity.
"Father, rest for a while. I’ll head up the mountain to fetch sothing and be back shortly."
"White Tiger Mountain—this is where you used to run circles around the Red Lotus Sect’s rebel faction."
"Yes, I’ve set so traps up there, so not yet triggered. I’ll check if I can reclaim them."
"Alright, be careful."
A cart drawn by a White Ape pulled up at the foot of White Tiger Mountain.
The passengers were a father and daughter.
They were Han Dong and Han Tieshan.
Xiao Zhan led a million-strong army south and succeeded in repelling the Blood Wolf Pack. Han Dong finally got the chance to bring the wounded Han Tieshan back from Jingzhou to the Dragon Capital for recovery.
The father and daughter had been traveling for days.
The journey was anything but peaceful.
Now the Dragon Capital was in sight.
Experts from the Imperial City were everywhere. Thinking of sothing, Han Dong displayed her body technique and climbed from the foot of the mountain to the peak.
"Old Bai, we’re almost at the Dragon Capital. Experts from the Demon Suppression Bureau will take over. Their skills are even more formidable than the Second Prince. You’d better behave—don’t cause trouble."
Han Tieshan lifted the curtain and warned the shackled White Ape.
"Gu gu!"
The White Ape sat on a rock, turning its face aside from Han Tieshan, grunting as if coldly snorting. It blad humans for its wretched fate.
It had no desire to deal with anyone.
Han Tieshan knew the White Ape’s temper well. Once king of these mountains, who knows how it provoked the Second Prince, who dragged it from the remote wilderness.
Now, talismans had been planted by a Beast Master.
From a once-mighty demon ape, it had been reduced to a beast of burden, pulling carts. No wonder its heart was filled with bitterness.
Han Dong soon reached the mountaintop.
She walked to a crevice.
After peering down for a while, once the sun rose in the east, she descended through the crack into the cave.
"This... Soone must have lived here."
Han Dong discovered that the firewood once burned in the cave had been cleaned away. Plenty of daily necessities remained, as if soone had lived here long-term.
Everywhere were traces of human habitation.
"Could it be that Liu Yun was right, and that person was really Jiang Feng? If so, why would he be hiding here?"
That day, Liu Yun had casually ntioned glimpsing Jiang Feng atop the mountain. Han Dong kept it in mind, knowing Jiang Feng had many secrets.
This stirred great curiosity in her heart. During those days when she wasn’t in the Dragon Capital, what exactly had Jiang Feng been doing?
Because Jiang Feng had sched against the Second Prince.
And with this recent southern campaign, Han Dong got a much deeper sense of the Second Prince’s true strength, and so she was worried Jiang Feng might once more draw the Second Prince’s ire.
Thus, she ca up to investigate.
Yet, aside from signs of habitation, she found nothing else.
She quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if these traces were left by Jiang Feng, it didn’t an much—at least it showed he hadn’t gone to provoke the Second Prince again.
"What is this?"
But just as she was about to leave the cave and return to the mountaintop, she noticed a pile of powder on the ground.
"Looks like jade powder."
She scooped so up, rubbed it between her fingertips, and took a careful sniff, as if trying to sense a faint energy within.
This powder was left when Jiang Feng once shattered a Jade Bottle that had contained Spiritual Liquid.
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