290: Flying Tiger Ridge

Xu Le feigned indifference and walked toward the stone.

The hidden Camouflage Lynx looked on in confusion; although it was greedy, it knew Spirit Tamers weren't to be trifled with. It preferred ambushes—striking once and then vanishing thousands of miles away.

"Brother, what are you going over there for?" Xu Huan asked.

Xu Le gave his sister a thumbs-up in his heart and casually replied, "There's a Spiritual Fruit Tree over there. I'm going to confirm it; if it really is one, I'll bring it back."

The Camouflage Lynx finally relaxed and continued waiting for him to approach.

The tree nearby was a Spiritual Tangerine, but the fruit had already been eaten clean by the lynx.

It secretly anticipated the kill, finding the Spirit Tamer increasingly deserving of death for daring to eye its food.

"Closer, just a bit closer, one more step!"

The Camouflage Lynx waited in silent expectation, its muscles tensed and claws ready, fully prepared for a sneak attack.

Xu Le's steps suddenly halted. The Camouflage Lynx's Aura had reached its peak, but its ambush was interrupted, causing its Aura to instantly plummet to rock bottom.

Xu Le suddenly reached out, and four paper dogs were activated, appearing instantly beside the evil spirit.

"Not good!" The Camouflage Lynx sensed the sound of wind behind it. Without looking back, it twisted its body to the left and leaped forcefully, intending to escape first and settle the score later.

The vicious hound on the left leaped as well, biting the Camouflage Lynx's belly.

Awooo~

The Camouflage Lynx let out a miserable shriek and counterattacked with incredible speed. Its sharp claws slammed into the vicious hound's head with a thumping sound.

Within a second, it had struck seven times, shattering the vicious hound's head and sending paper scraps flying.

Paper?

A flash of confusion crossed the Camouflage Lynx's eyes, and then it was bitten by the other three vicious hounds as the battle resumed.

With a thought from Xu Le, a flying knife made of leaves shot toward the Camouflage Lynx's eye.

Within seven meters, the flying knife was like a teleportation; it had already pierced the lynx's eye the moment it appeared, causing it to explode.

From a certain perspective, the seven-meter range was his Spiritual Domain.

It was just that this Spiritual Domain was a bit small.

Xu Le took out another flying knife. The Camouflage Lynx's body stiffened, its fur standing on end, and it charged at high speed toward Xu Le.

In its impression, Spirit Tamers were very weak; it could kill them with a single swipe of its claws.

"Brother!" Xu Huan screamed.

The other two women also rushed over anxiously; even though they knew Xu Le was strong, they couldn't help but worry.

The three vicious hounds chased after it with all their might but were still a step too slow.

The Camouflage Lynx couldn't help but grin. This round, it had won!

Xu Le's flying knife suddenly flew out. The Camouflage Lynx couldn't see its trajectory and jumped to dodge, only to feel a pain in its throat as a flying knife pierced through.

When did that happen?

The Camouflage Lynx shook its head; its body only dimmed slightly.

It was a spiritual body, so it had no vital points to speak of.

Just as it was about to pounce again, it saw seven flying knives appear in Xu Le's hand.

In its moment of hesitation, the three vicious hounds had already pounced.

It hastily jumped away, striking a vicious hound's head with a claw, but those seven flying knives had already hit its limbs, eyes, and ears.

Stumbling, it was pounced upon by the three vicious hounds, which tore it apart in a flurry of bites.

Xu Le turned back: "What were you shouting for?"

Xu Huan forced an excuse: "I was shouting for you to leave some Spiritual Qi for me."

Xu Le distributed the Spiritual Qi directly to The three women; he looked down on Spiritual Qi that was only at the Bright Moon Realm.

During the battle just now, he realized that while the flying knives were fast, their lethality was like scratching an itch; he needed to improve the craft of the flying knives... Three days later.

Dusk.

The four of them arrived at Flying Tiger Ridge.

As soon as they stepped inside, they felt a pervasive chill, as if they had walked into a hospital morgue.

Over hundreds of years, countless people had died here. The massive resentment had stained every tree, every stone, and every inch of land on Flying Tiger Ridge.

This place was filled with despair and curses.

"Brother Le, are we... are we really going up?" Liu Yilin's voice was soft and sweet, tinged with fear.

"Of course! Otherwise, what were these past three days for?" Xu Huan walked at the very front, looking righteous and awe-inspiring, though her eyes occasionally drifted to Xu Le's face.

"Let's rest for a night and head up the mountain tomorrow morning." Xu Le called The three women over, stepped back out of Flying Tiger Ridge's range, and ordered the paper figurines to gather firewood and light a bonfire.

It wasn't that he feared the Flying Tiger, but rather that after these three days, he had finally finished the first volume and was ready to read the second.

The second volume was mainly about statistical constellations.

It had more than twice the pages of the previous volume, but learning it was actually quite a bit simpler.

This volume relied mainly on memory. It involved combining the stars memorized in the first volume with several surrounding stars to represent small constellations.

Depending on their different positions and levels of brightness, there were five or six categories. With Xu Le's current terrifying memory, it wasn't an exaggeration to say he had a photographic memory.

But he didn't flip through it at high speed or memorize it by rote; instead, he used the changes between the stars to patiently understand, look for patterns, and thoroughly master the variations of the constellations.

Even so, he had gone through over 100 pages by the end of the night.

At dawn.

Several dark shadows flickered as they came down from Flying Tiger Ridge.

Xu Le immediately noticed their traces.

After a while, several people escaped to the foot of the mountain. Seeing the bonfire Xu Le had lit, they hesitated for a moment before running over.

It was a group of six, dressed in rags more pathetic than Zhu Xiaoming's beggar outfit. Every one of them was covered in bloody scratches from tree branches.

The leader was a man in his forties, looking anxious:

"Brother, leave quickly! This is Flying Tiger Ridge. There's a Flying Tiger on the mountain that can fly. Its strength is terrifying, and it loves to eat humans. Many Spirit Tamers who came specifically to exorcise demons have died up there."

"Who are you?" Xu Le asked calmly, not at all frightened by their words.

"Damn it, you're still worried about that at a time like this? Just run!" The leading man reached out to pull Xu Le but was stopped by a cold gaze.

"Sigh, you guys... forget it. Good advice can't save a ghost determined to die. Farewell!"

The leading man hurriedly led his companions away, looking as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Wang Xueting pursed her lips, wanting to ask something, but since Xu Le didn't speak, she obediently kept quiet.

"Roar!"

A sudden roar erupted from the mountain, and the resentment on the mountain vibrated, spreading toward the surroundings.

The six people were even more terrified and fled in a panic without looking back.

A dark shadow swept over their heads, followed by screams.

Of the six, two figures came stumbling back: "Quick, escape! The Flying Tiger is here!"

boom！

A striped tiger the size of an ox landed in front of them. It had wings on its back and horns on its head, and it held a headless corpse in its mouth. Blood dripped all over the ground; it was clearly a fresh kill.

"Ah! Lord Flying Tiger, have mercy! Have mercy! We won't run away anymore!" The two survivors fell to their knees, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

The Flying Tiger looked at them coldly: "You deserve to die. Not only did you escape without permission, but you also tarnished my reputation and blocked my food from coming to my door. If I don't kill you, how can I be satisfied?"

With a pounce and a whip of its tail, the Flying Tiger easily killed the last two people. It then turned its head to look coldly at Xu Le's group of four: "Spirit Tamers, you've crossed the line. Now, you are my food."