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Chapter 35 – Exiting the Mountain

Patting the little tiger’s head, Yang Junshan said in a low voice: “Little guy, it’s all up to you now!”

The little tiger cub raised its head and cried out twice towards Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan laughed, “Be more honest, be careful or you might miss something!”

After he finished speaking, Yang Junshan placed the little tiger back into the backpack, leaving the little tiger’s head outside. Then, with the three stone carving bow in hand, he resolutely walked towards the exit of the encirclement, surrounded by mist.

Along the way, Yang Junshan could clearly feel the gazes from the surroundings, whether direct or covert. He could even feel a faint enmity towards them, and hear the rapid breathing that he was eager to try.

As Yang Junshan stepped into the mist, there were already a few youths who could not hold themselves back anymore, and followed him to the edge of the mist. At this time, about seventy to eighty percent of those who chose to leave the mountain in advance were those who obtained celestial spirits within the Banyan Mountain.

“Wasteland Town, Tuqiu Village, Yang Junshan has requested to leave the mountain. Senior, please allow him!”

In the instant that Yang Junshan stepped into the mist, more than one ripple that seemed to be solid landed on his body. Even though he knew that the Martial Realm Cultivator’s spiritual will was unable to see through him, Yang Junshan’s heart was beating erratically.

“You’re very nervous!”

Just like the haughty but incomparably mocking voice from his previous life, the Xiong Man Shan laughed coldly and said, “Your gains are not bad. Let me see, a mid-grade immortal spirit, ah, it’s also an ox spirit. After summoning it, it can curundred poisons …”

Yang Junshan had already heard the soft cries of surprise from the surrounding youths who were lying in ambush. A few of them immediately shouted out in excitement, “It’s him, he’s the archer who killed the Mountain Crash Bull!

Xiong Man Shan, who had brought hatred to Yang Junshan in an instant, continued to speak indifferently: “What else? There’s actually a piece of low grade immortal grain stone? Could it be that you dug a nest of mountain rats? It seems that you know quite a bit …”

Even if it was a singing spirit, it would at most indicate which kind of immortal spirit the young cultivator carried, and when it was Yang Junshan’s turn, not only would he directly announce the immortal spirit’s quality and name, he would even be able to clearly describe the uses and origins of the immortal spirit. This was basically deliberately luring other youths to come and snatch it.

There were already footsteps slowly approaching the fog. Yang Junshan could even imagine the greedy gazes of the youths that were prepared to attack, so he quietly moved three meters to the left to avoid being pounced on while fighting.

“One person can walk alone and get two immortal spirits? Aren’t you afraid that someone else will snatch them away?” “Eh? Why are you moving to the left? That’s not the exit. You need us to open the formation …”

This was no longeint, but a naked urging for others to make their move, pointing out Yang Junshan’s position for them.

“Wait a minute and see what else is there, haha, I was almost negligent this time, your caution really is the guy with the best luck in the Banyan Mountain Enclosure this time, there are actually two Treadmill bear s’ paws and seven lower rank spirit grass mushrooms, even I am beginning to envy your luck, hmm, there’s also a mountain tiger cub, are you planning to raise wild beasts, are you not afraid of the backlash, are you going to catch them and roast them?” “Haha …”

If the singing spirit merely explained whether the young cultivator had any immortal spirit or not, then at this time, even Yang Junshan’s other gains from Banyan Mountain were reported.

The young cultivators, who were very sharp, realized something from Xiong Man Shan’s words. Right after Xiong Man Shan finished speaking, the young men, who were already impatient, rushed into the mist one by one, and pounced towards Yang Junshan following the sound.

Yang Junshan was not surprised at all by this result. In his previous life, he was toyed with by this Xiong Man Shan and even though he managed to keep the low rank Celestial Spirit that he obtained with great difficulty, he was still beaten up badly by the other youths who tried to snatch it from him.

In this life, the Xiong Man Shan also wanted to make things difficult for him, but compared to his previous life, what was different was that Yang Junshan’s gains were much greater, which also meant that Yang Junshan was much stronger, making the Xiong Man Shan more willing to use his own words to attract even more people to snatch it away.

Yang Junshan calmly took two steps to the left, and then, he turned around and smashed his fist against the face of a youth who had pounced towards his previous position. The youth only had enough time to let out a miserable scream before falling to the ground while covering his face.

Then, Yang Junshan suddenly released his bowstring and shot it out towards the direction of the fog. “Bang!” The bowstring trembled, and a few youths who had rushed over but had not entered the fog yet fell on the ground at the same time. However, they immediately thought of something and crawled up, flushed red from embarrassment, and rushed into the fog.

This made it harder for Yang Junshan to unleash his tyrannical strength in a group battle. Adding to the fact that he did not dare to reveal his cultivation which had already advanced to the second level, he could only move about in the mist, relying on listening to the voices to deal with the many young cultivators.

The sound of footsteps quickly came as Yang Junshan half squatted on the ground with his palm touching the ground, trying to determine the distance between him and the person by sensing the vibrations on the ground. Then, he suddenly swung the longbow in his hand, and just happened to trip on the ankle of a young man who was walking over quickly.

Immediately, there were seven or eight youths who surrounded them in the direction of the cry of surprise. Yang Junshan immediately understood the general situation he was in, and thus, he stretched out his hand to untie the bowstring on the other side of the longbow. The released bow arm and the fine bowstring were even more like a whip.

Yang Junshan suddenly whipped the bow and whip in the direction he estimated, the bowstring bringing about a sharp whistling sound in the air, followed by a burst of clear meat chattering and miserable cries. Four or five people rolled on the ground.

Yang Junshan swung the bow in another direction with one side of his body and after a burst of ghostly wails and wolf howls, another two or three youths rolled onto the ground.

Even when the youth on the ground was crying, Yang Junshan’s expression did not change at all. He took back his bow and whip and swung it again, but no one knew if the teenager in the other direction was scared stiff by the boy who was rolling and screaming on the ground, or if he directly turned around and ran, but this time, Yang Junshan actually whipped empty air.

After standing quietly for a while, without hearing any more footsteps heading in his direction, Yang Junshan stroked the bowstring in his hand and once again hung it on his bow arm. Only then did he feel that his palm was still wet, and when he placed it in front of his nose, he could smell the stench of blood.

“Brat, how dare you be so vicious? How dare you …”

Of course, nothing in the fog could be hidden from the three mountain guarding cultivators of Heaven-Shaken Sect. No matter how one looked at it, there was a sense of exasperation and exasperation in Xiong Man Shan’s voice.

Yang Junshan stood quietly in the mist, his expression not changing at all because of the Xiong Man Shan’s roar. When the Xiong Man Shan’s voice fell, he asked in a deep voice: “Senior Xiong, may I ask if Junior can go now?”

“You! “You, good, good …”

Yang Junshan’s calm and peaceful words seemed to be extremely sarcastic in Xiong Man Shan’s ears, but also seemed to brovocation and a retort. That Xiong Man Shan seemed to be enraged by his words.

Just as Xiong Man Shan looked like he was angered to the point that he couldn’t say anything, a biting cold gust of wind covered his back with the cover of Xiong Man Shan’s angry roar. By the time he had realised it, it was already too late for him to dodge.

Despicable, a dignified martial arts realm expert actually allied with a young cultivator to plot against him!

Anger accumulated in Yang Junshan’s chest, and a trace of killing intent even flashed past his eyes, but in the end, he endured it. Hurriedly, he bent his back slightly, and the muscles on his back immediately curled up, while at the same time, he leaped forward with all his might, displaying the effects of the Frenzied Bull’s Fist.

With a crisp “pa” sound, a sharp pain came from Yang Junshan’s back. He forced himself to the ground and after that, like a cat in the night, he silently got up and half-squatted on the ground.

A complacent laugh could be heard from the mist behind him, “Hehe, even if you’re like a ghost, the things you have on you are still mine. Medium-grade Ox-Yellow Immortal Spirit. I didn’t think I’d be so lucky …”

The voice continued to speak as it groped towards the ground where Yang Junshan had fallen. Suddenly, it heard the flustered and exasperated voice of the guardian from before, and he said: “Small …”

“Enough!” An indifferent voice suddenly sounded out, stopping Xiong Man Shan from speaking further.

The person who had ambushed Yang Junshan seemed to be confused as to what had happened. After hearing the sound of wind breaking, he immediately rushed towards his face. The man panicked and wanted to dodge, but the incoming attack was much faster than he expected.

Puff!

The man only had enough time to let out a miserable scream before he fell to the ground. Before he fainted, the only thought he had was: That man was ambushed from behind by Yang Junshan, and he didn’t pass out because he was hit by a rod.

Yang Junshan’s strike landed, and the anger that seemed to have accumulated in his chest found an outlet to vent. Stepping forward, he followed with a kick to the chest of the person who had assaulted him. That person was already unconscious, and with that kick, Yang Junshan had only sent him ten meters away to the edge of the fog.

“Enough!” It was still the same voice from before that interrupted the Xiong Man Shan’s speech. Instead, it was said towards Yang Junshan this time. The fog before his eyes suddenly dispersed and a gate that flickered with light appeared in front of him.