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Chapter 180: The Whinnying of Horses in the Breeze, the Arrival of the Evening Beauty!

Blood Python was well-acquainted with the Sea-Blue Abyss. Being knowledgeable about the territories of most high-tier demonic beasts, the team was able to avoid the majority of dangers.

"In another two days, we\'ll be able to leave the Sea-Blue Abyss."

Blood Python grinned widely. This time, their hunting team could be considered to have made a huge harvest. Not to mention anything else, just the carcass of that Glacial Frost Dragon alone was basically equivalent to the income of the Hunting Blade Team for the entire previous year.

"Haha, when we get to the imperial capital, I\'m going to relax properly. Night Owl, remember that charming lady from the Drunken Spring Tower last time? Oh my, she was something!" Lone Wolf\'s rugged face flushed red at the thought.

"Ahem! Focus on the road, and don\'t get distracted!" Blood Python slapped Lone Wolf\'s shoulder firmly. "You old man, you\'re not young anymore. Stop fooling around all the time, find a place, marry a woman, and settle down!"

"Heh! For people like us in this line of work, it\'s better to buy freedom with money. If I really had to settle down in one place peacefully, I\'m afraid I wouldn\'t be able to get used to it." Lone Wolf shook his head and chuckled bitterly.

Blood Python smiled and turned to look at Ling Feng. "Little Feng, once we\'re out of the Sea-Blue Abyss, the imperial capital will be within reach. I know you\'re probably not really interested in joining our hunting team and just wanted us to lead the way to the imperial capital, right?"

"Hehe..." Ling Feng chuckled and rubbed his nose. "Sorry about that, Blood."

"What are you apologizing for?" Blood Python laughed heartily. "If it weren\'t for you, our team would probably have been wiped out this time."

In the crowd, Xiao Li heard that Ling Feng seemed to be parting ways with them once they reached the imperial capital. An inexplicable sense of loss swept over her heart. Pouting her lips, she watched Ling Feng\'s figure walking away while lost in her thoughts.

"Let\'s go! Speed up!" Blood Python laughed loudly and strode out, carrying his long sword.

After another two days of travel, the team finally successfully exited the Sea-Blue Abyss and arrived at the outskirts of the Heavenly Forest.

As the sun set, the group once again made camp, preparing to rest for a day so that they could successfully exit the outskirts of the Heavenly Forest the next day.

Just then, from behind, there arose a dense clamor of galloping hooves, accompanied by swirling dust.

As everyone turned their heads to look, they saw a group of about twenty to thirty individuals riding a hybrid breed of demonic horses. Each rider was clad in light armor and exuded a fierce demeanor and a formidable aura. Urging their mounts forward from within the forest, they galloped swiftly towards the hunting team.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the clearing where the hunting team was stationed.

Shhh!

A handsome young man at the forefront pulled the reins attached to his horse, and his spirited horse immediately came to a halt. Behind him, the other riders also reined in their horses and dismounted gracefully from their steeds.

As night was approaching, they also planned to rest here for the night.

The vicinity, where Ling Feng and his team set up camp, was nestled against the mountains and near water, making it an excellent habitat.

"Brother, this should be the Yellow Stone Valley, right? Just one more day\'s journey, and we\'ll be able to exit the Heavenly Vein Forest, correct?" One of the horsemen, a middle-aged man, walked up to Blood Python, bowed respectfully, and asked in a friendly tone.

"Indeed." Blood Python didn\'t dare to be negligent. He quickly bowed to the middle-aged man and replied with a smile.

The warriors in this calvary were all powerful, each of them much stronger than his hunting team. Fortunately, they seemed to be from a prominent family and didn\'t pay much attention to the hunting team, which made a living on the edge.

"Thank you for informing us," the middle-aged man said, turning to the handsome young man\'s horse and taking the reins. With a smile, he continued, "Young Master, we\'ve traveled for a day. Let\'s rest here for the night and continue our journey early tomorrow morning."

The handsome young man nodded and dismounted, handing his steed to a warrior behind him. Then, he strode over to another spirited horse and smiled, saying, "Cousin, let me help you down!"

He was talking to a young woman on the horse’s back who was dressed in a white robe, was around sixteen or seventeen years old, had eyes like stars, and stood out with her vermillion lips. Her fair skin resembled white jade, delicate and translucent.

The members of the hunting team couldn\'t help but take a few more glances at the young woman.

Even Xiao Li couldn\'t help but bite her lip. When she saw the young woman, she felt a sense of inferiority.

Under the support of the handsome young man, the girl in white floated down from the horse and frowned, slightly displeased. "I\'ve been on the road all day, and I feel all dirty. I don\'t care; I just want to take a bath!"

The handsome young man glanced around at the surroundings and sighed. "Endure for just one more day. We\'ll arrive in the capital tomorrow."

"I don\'t care, I want to take a bath!" The girl in white glared at her cousin, huffing with annoyance.

This woman, despite her beauty, had a temperament that was truly hard to bear.

"Alright, alright." The older cousin sighed softly, then turned to shout at the warriors behind him. "What are you waiting for? Butler An, see to it. Set up the tents quickly, fetch water from the stream, and once the hot water is ready, take it to the young lady!"

"Yes sir!" The middle-aged man who had asked for directions earlier hurriedly instructed everyone to get busy.

The white-clad woman sat down under a large tree, attended to by two maids.

Ling Feng rubbed his nose. Judging solely by appearance, this woman\'s beauty could be described as otherworldly, almost rivaling that of Yue Yunlan.

However, her temperament was too arrogant. Such a woman was pleasing to the eye but not much else.

Ling Feng casually glanced around and noticed that the horses these people rode on were extraordinary demonic horses. They were tall and robust with powerful hooves, resembling ferocious beasts. They were no less impressive than his own late Black-Scaled Dragon Horse.

Indeed, from this observation, it\'s clear that these people had extraordinary backgrounds.

Lin Feng didn\'t want to invite trouble, so he simply sat upright in his camp, meditating.

As for Blood Python and the others, it was even less likely for them to seek trouble on their own. Each of them were cautious, afraid of provoking these mysterious big shots.

In no time, the warriors of the calvary set up several tents about two hundred meters away from the hunting team\'s campsite. Among them, two of the largest ones were obviously meant for the white-clad girl and the handsome young man to spend the night.

The brave warriors in the camp were busy cooking and enjoying delicious barbecue; there was even chilled sour plum. It was a world of difference compared to the hunters who could only nibble on dry rations.

The girl in white, displaying a hint of fastidiousness, found the bathwater tardy in its preparation. With two maids by her side, she proceeded to a nearby stream, where she rolled up her trousers and delicately removed her boots. Revealing her fair feet, she commenced washing them in the clear waters of the stream.

Her two slender, ivory legs dipped lightly into the cool stream, which finally eased the slight furrow between her delicately arched brows.

A gentle smile graced her lips, which in turn evoked the people who caught glances at her to feel weirdly satisfied.

Despite the maids behind her deliberately trying to shield her, everyone, including her cousin, couldn\'t help but steal a few glances.

Only Ling Feng kept his eyes shut, focusing on his breathing. A woman\'s beauty was to him as fleeting as a passing cloud, no more substantial than a fleeting glance.