Chapter 1208: Chapter 1205 Lion Cal Ridge Chapter 1208: Chapter 1205 Lion Cal Ridge After returning to the small city, Shen Luo and another person were smoothly reunited with Rung and Fei Hong under the guidance of Ghost General Zhao Feiji.
The group found an inn within the city and rented two guest rooms to rest for two days before setting off.
Wu Man’er, leading three charm spirits, set out on her journey back to the Divine Wood Forest, while Shen Luo, alone, continued on his original itinerary, hurrying to Tianji City to find a way to repair the jade pillow.
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Lion Cal City.
Dark clouds rolled over the city, and the skydo was pitch-black.
Within a majestic fortified city, demonic fury surged to the sky, and the entire city was filled with demons, all seething with anger.
Inside a great hall within the City Lord’s mansion, a middle-aged man cloaked in a black feather cloak sat on a carved gold chair. His face bore a look of worry that he couldn’t shake off as he leaned on the armrest and gently massaged his brow.
Though the man had a middle-aged appearance, his features were quite handso, except for an overly prominent hooked nose.
He was none other than the lord of Lion Cal City, the Golden Wings Large Peng.
Several figures stood in the great hall as well, all with fierce and nacing appearances. They looked up at the figure seated on the platform with tense expressions.
One of them, a tall man with the head of a leopard and clad in scale armor, tentatively started to speak, “Great King, the Second King has sent soone to rush us again, asking us to hand over Fu Donglai quickly. We…”
Before he could finish, the man with the hooked nose slowly opened his eyes, prompting him to imdiately shut his mouth.
“What did my second brother ask to do, and what did my big brother say?” Golden Wings Large Peng asked.
“The Great King… The Great King said that handling the clean-up of our own house shouldn’t need their intervention, right?” A one-eyed green wolf demon stepped forward and said.
“Hmph, one by one, they all seem to be certain that Fu Donglai is the thief who stole the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle? Where’s the evidence?” Golden Wings Large Peng snorted coldly, seemingly angry.
“Great King, we also don’t believe it was Fu Dong’s doing. It’s just that the timing is too coincidental. He had just been… expelled from Lion Cal City by you, and then the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle was stolen again. It’s no wonder the Second King and the others are suspicious…” the one-eyed green wolf said.
“Nonsense, you’ve worked with Fu Donglai for so many years, don’t you know what kind of person he is? Expelling him from the sect this ti was also a helpless move, it just happened to coincide with this incident… Sigh…” By the end, only a long sigh was left from Golden Wings Large Peng.
“Then, Great King, how should we explain to the other two kings?” the gold leopard demon tentatively asked.
“Explain… What nonsense of an explanation.”
Golden Wings Large Peng first cursed angrily, then sighed again, “Send out two teams to look for him, rember… whether he has touched the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle or not, bring him back to alive.”
“Yes,” the group of demons in the hall responded with a bow.
One by one, they bowed their heads, but in their eyes, a hint of jealousy was evident.
They simply could not understand what was so special about that tiger-headed monster who was so eager for human civilization that could make the Great King show such partiality.
If they were in his current predicant, the Great King would probably not be as troubled and would order them to be captured or killed to give the other two kings from Lion Cal Ridge a proper explanation.
The demons slowly withdrew, leaving only the Golden Wings Large Peng alone in the hall.
He slowly stood up, looking at the dragon-embossed golden chair with a complex expression.
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Seven hundred li away from Lion Cal City, within a mountain forest steeped in toxic miasma.
A young man clad in a green robe, donning a bamboo hat, was slowly making his way along a small path through the dense forest.
That man was none other than Shen Luo.
He had traveled all the way from Yunng Marsh to Tianji City, and since he had already delayed too much ti in Yunng Marsh, he originally did not intend to go to Lion Cal Ridge to investigate the matter of the Wuzhuang View’s ginseng fruit tree.
However, when he was about to pass by nearby, he couldn’t resist the urge to visit Fu Donglai.
The mountains were winding, and before even reaching Lion Cal Ridge, Shen Luo could see from afar a mountain ridge with an unusual terrain.
From a distance, the ridge resembled a corpse lying sideways, stretching for eight hundred li.
Within it, the sect of Lion Cal Ridge was located at the “corpse’s” head.
The mont he entered the area of Lion Cal Ridge, Shen Luo noticed that the atmosphere of the surroundings had changed compared to outside. The birds and beasts, which were usually not rare, were sparse here, and even the sounds of insects during the height of sumr were intermittent.
Although it was noon, as Shen Luo walked along the small forest path shaded by the dense trees, he still felt a chill running down his spine.
He was not surprised by this, as he had heard many rumors about Lion Cal Ridge being covered in white bones and flesh turned to mud, many of which were recorded as historical facts in the geographical records of the Great Tang Dynasty Governnt.
Back when the demon plague had not been pacified, this place was essentially a forbidden land of death that neither the Human Race nor the Immortal Clan could approach.
The city of Lion Cal Ridge itself was not originally a gathering place for a group of monsters but beca a city of demons after being forcibly occupied by demons, where hundreds of thousands of people within the city fell into the mouths of demons. Only now has it beco a city of monsters.
In various travelogues and novels, there were also many descriptions of Lion Cal Ridge, depicting scenes of demons flaying and dismbering humans, cooking them for consumption.
But now, peace has returned to the Three Realms, and the hostilities have ceased.
Under various pressures, Lion Cal Ridge no longer presented scenes akin to purgatory. Even so, the Human Race still harbored deep fear for this place, scarcely daring to approach it.
As Shen Luo continued his journey, occasionally he could see exposed white bones in so mountain valleys and ravines, with a faint odor of corpses lingering in the air, seemingly accumulated over many years.
At such monts, he always hoped that the current state of peace in the Three Realms was not an illusion, not just superficial.
But everything he had experienced before kept telling him a fact: the demon threat had not truly subsided, and the Three Realms were not really at peace.
Shen Luo was filled with complex thoughts as he walked when suddenly he heard a series of footsteps coming from ahead.
Then, around a jutting corner of the rocky mountain, seven or eight odd-looking monsters erged, each brandishing a weapon, their faces full of fierce and murderous energy.
The leader was indiscernible in true form, bearing considerable resemblance to the Human Race, except for a nose tipped with black, hard bone. He wore ragged lock armor and was shouldering a black triangular big flag.
The flag bore the three large characters “Lion Cal Ridge.”
“Who goes there?” the leader with the black nose demanded imdiately upon spotting Shen Luo.
Shen Luo eyed them up and down before responding, “You are disciples of Lion Cal Ridge, aren’t you?”
“So what if we are?” the black-nosed monster hesitated slightly, sounding sowhat unsure of himself.
These patrolling little demons were re servants of Lion Cal Ridge, barely counting as disciples.
“I’m here to find soone. His na is…”
Shen Luo had not finished his words when he was interrupted, the black-nosed monster impatiently said, “Coming to Lion Cal Ridge to find soone, I think you’re seeking death! Everyone knows there are no living souls here.”
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