343: Chapter 342 The Killing Intent Returns

"Master, taking advantage of the Tide's arrival, all tribes are heading to the Holy Mountain. The Orc Race's Precious Tree must have been moved there too. It will be much easier for us to act..."

Molo smiled flatteringly:

"With your supreme martial prowess, even the leader of the Orc Race might not be your match. Even if our identities are exposed, we have nothing to fear."

Chu Xuan's eyes flickered imperceptibly as he asked, "Besides the dwarves, elves, and orcs, what other races are here?"

"There are also ghosts and humans! The humans died out long ago; I've only seen records of them in the tribe's ancient texts. As for the ghosts..." A trace of dread appeared on Molo's face.

"Those guys are eerie and terrifying, but now that the Tide is coming, they won't dare approach the Holy Mountain. They can only hide deep underground."

"Of course, besides those, there are also common wild beasts and Demonic Beasts with their own racial Talents."

"Those wild beasts lack sufficient intelligence, so the Tide won't harm them. As for those Demonic Beasts, whenever the Tide comes, they basically all run into the Holy Mountain, resulting in countless casualties."

Hearing this, Chu Xuan nodded slightly and returned the skin pouch to him, saying calmly, "In other words, the so-called treasures, besides the Elf Race's life essence, only include the Orc Race's Precious Tree?"

Molo's eyes darted around as he chuckled, "Of course, there's also our tribe's Sacred Hammer. It's a Sacred Artifact for craftsmen. If you want it, I can find a way to get it for you as well."

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile, "That's your tribe's treasure, yet you're willing to find a way to give it to me?"

"No, no." Molo shook his head repeatedly.

"That's clearly your family heirloom, just temporarily lost to our tribe. You can take it back whenever you want; it's only right."

Seeing Molo's performance, Tan Ziming and the other three looked at each other.

Panghu lamented, "This guy is a real piece of work. I'm not even close."

Xu Shuya asked, "What exactly is this Tide? If it's safe at the Holy Mountain, why don't you live right next to it? Or go there earlier to take refuge?"

Molo glanced at Xu Shuya and chuckled:

"No one can say for sure what this Tide is. We only know we can't get close to the Holy Mountain, let alone climb it."

"The Tide appears roughly every 800 to 1,000 days and nights, and its specific arrival date is hard to predict. Once any sentient being is caught in it, they face the misfortune of having their flesh and bones corroded."

"Before the Tide appears, we absolutely cannot approach the Holy Mountain, or we'll be sucked inside and never come out again."

Chu Xuan nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this. "This is truly a mysterious place."

He speculated that the Tide and the Holy Mountain's wonders might be the key reason this place was a Secret Realm.

However, Chu Xuan had no interest in that.

They were only here to find Opportunities through a spatial tunnel and couldn't stay long. Taking the benefits for themselves was the top priority.

Everything else was secondary.

Suddenly, Chu Xuan felt a wave of warmth within his body. Turning his head, he saw Su Qiaoqiao casting a Healing skill on him.

At the same time, the health points he had lost earlier from using the Sealing Ring were rapidly recovering, returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

Su Qiaoqiao giggled, "Boss Chu, don't think of me as dead weight. I can save lives at critical moments!"

Chu Xuan smiled faintly and gave her a thumbs-up.

The group continued their rapid journey.

The closer they got to the Holy Mountain, the denser the corpses along the way became.

The Tide behind them continued to flow relentlessly. Though they had left it far behind, everyone remained vigilant, not daring to relax.

While controlling the Flying Boat, Chu Xuan replenished his body's Slashes back to fifty.

"We're here!"

Panghu suddenly pointed ahead. Near the foot of the towering mountain, various racial creatures were gradually becoming visible.

There were dwarves, orcs, and elves.

They all watched Chu Xuan and the others arrive on the boat with eyes full of astonishment.

Along the way, they encountered two blind Demonic Beasts, which Chu Xuan killed with two casual strikes, gaining over 300 more spirituality value.

"Do you see that village over there?"

At this moment, Molo raised his hand and pointed to a wooden village at the foot of the mountain, saying:

"That's a temporary camp set up by the various tribes. We'll go there first. According to the agreement between the races, once you enter the village during the Tide, you cannot initiate conflicts at will, or the tribes will jointly suppress you."

Chu Xuan nodded and controlled the Flying Boat to rise into the air, heading straight for the village.

Flying tools were clearly not common in this place. As they arrived, many creatures cast strange looks their way.

"Are these... humans?"

"It's been so many days and nights since humans were last seen, yet they've been appearing one after another lately. How strange..."

"Wait, look, who's that on the Flying Boat?"

"Molo? Damn it, Molo has appeared! I thought he died outside and didn't make it back in time. It looks like trouble is coming again. We must stay away immediately; don't get close, or we might get caught in the crossfire..."

Various discussions broke out. Chu Xuan's brow twitched slightly, and an odd expression appeared in his eyes.

Among those voices, many were clearly from other dwarves.

Even his own kind didn't welcome him; just how detestable was this Molo?

Chu Xuan controlled the Flying Boat to land in an open space within the village. After everyone jumped off, he shrunk the boat back to a tiny size and put it into his Storage Ring.

"Molo, you sinner of the tribe, you still have the face to return?"

At that moment, a relatively burly dwarf with thick hair approached, carrying a massive bone hammer and leading a group of green-skinned dwarves.

After glancing at Chu Xuan and the others, the man glared fiercely at Molo and shouted, "Molo, do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused? I want to see how you're going to make amends!"

"Also, the Magic Carpet you stole—hurry up and return it!" the thick-haired dwarf roared at Molo.

Molo snorted coldly, "That's a Magic Carpet I crafted myself. Why should I give it to you?"

"That is the collective property of our tribe..." Just as the thick-haired dwarf was about to say more, a roar suddenly came from the horizon.

"Molo, you actually dare to show your face? Hand over the life essence!" Dozens of elves riding white wolves leaped across the village rooftops, flashing toward them.

Along with these elves were several men wearing Cloud-patterned Robes.

They were originally just looking at Molo, but as they drew closer...

Whether it was the elves or the men in Cloud-patterned Robes, they all seemed to sense something suddenly. They snapped their heads toward Chu Xuan, and killing intent erupted in their eyes.