59: A Hundred Steps of Divine Travel (Third update, please vote for me)

His left foot, as if wind-borne, took a large step forward.

However, his right foot maintained a corresponding stride relative to his body.

This caught Chen Yuan off guard, and his crotch was painfully stretched.

Then, his entire body stumbled, and he fell face down in an extremely uncoordinated posture.

Just as his face was a few centimeters from the ground, he reacted quickly, suddenly expelling True Qi.

A small pit was blasted into the ground, and his body was also jolted back.

When he regained his footing, he instinctively touched his painfully stretched hip bone.

But suddenly, he sharply turned his head, looking towards the window diagonally opposite.

Unbeknownst to him, it had already grown dark outside.

And outside the window, three pairs of glowing green eyes were staring directly at him.

Chen Yuan's face twitched, but he quickly regained his composure, his expression as calm as an ancient well.

He felt a swirling wind in the Acupoints of his left foot, supporting his foot and making the left side of his body feel light.

His pupils flickered slightly in the night, likely a physical change brought about by opening the left leg's force pillar just now.

He controlled the profound aperture at his foot, dispelling the wind vortex, then walked out of the inner room and into the courtyard outside the door.

He looked at the three sheep.

It should be the grandmother and grandson, and that Storyteller.

A smile appeared on his face as he stared at the three of them.

“Look, Chen cultivated and forgot the time, neglecting the three of you.”

“Perhaps the three of you are hungry and have been waiting for me.”

“Chen will go find some food for the three of you now.”

With that, Chen Yuan's body flashed, and he disappeared from the small courtyard.

But on the spot, the three sheep, seeing the ferocious person disappear, immediately felt something amiss.

Just now, they seemed to have seen something they shouldn't have!

Who would have thought that the ferocious person who had caused such a bloody massacre in the mountain forest during the day, with overwhelming viciousness, would stumble when getting out of bed and walking?

Recalling the person's forced smile just now, the three sheep exchanged glances, feeling a chill, and immediately became agitated.

If they didn't escape now, when would they?

The old sheep, transformed from the old woman, exuded a wisp of clear Qi from its gray-white fur, which instantly enveloped itself and its granddaughter.

Soon, the clear Qi began to transform from a single mass.

Gradually, two human-shaped figures were pulled out from within, as if about to break out of a shell!

But as time slowly passed, no matter how the two pulled and struggled, the sheepskin remained tightly wrapped around the grandmother and grandson.

It was like a maggot clinging to bone, impossible to shake off.

After a long while, the mass of clear Qi finally exhausted itself and retracted into the old woman's sheep body.

Seeing that it was useless, the old sheep, transformed from the old woman, bleated at the long-bearded goat next to it.

“Meeeh.”

The meaning seemed to be, old brother, help me out.

And the goat, transformed from the Storyteller, its green eyes flickered, and its throat rumbled, making a gurgling sound like water rolling in a throat.

Then, threads of golden light emerged from its throat.

Their lineage of Storyteller cultivated between the three inches of tongue and teeth.

As long as he could speak, he could cast a spell to escape.

The Storyteller gathered all his strength, his throat rolled violently, golden light flickered, and then he suddenly opened his mouth.

“Meeeh…”

This sound seemed to pierce through the eternal night.

The sound was very loud.

But it was useless.

The Storyteller, not believing in evil, continued to bleat a few more times.

“Meeh, meeh, meeh.”

This sound was even noisy in the night, provoking a chorus of dog barks from outside.

At this moment, in the adjacent courtyard, on a tree in Tiger Cub's yard, a Little Squirrel was sound asleep, hugging a tree branch.

Chen Yuan's house had no trees, and a terrifying aura always emanated from the inner room, so the Little Squirrel simply settled on the tree in Tiger Cub's yard.

At this moment, the noisy bleating of the sheep startled it awake from its sweet dream.

But it wasn't over; a few more continuous bleats made it bristly.

It leaped, and in a few jumps, it dashed towards the adjacent courtyard.

Meanwhile, the goat transformed from the Storyteller was still trying to figure out how to split his throat bone and speak to cast a spell.

Just then, an egg-sized pinecone hit him on the head.

This strike broke his concentration.

His throat tightened, and the golden light dissipated.

He almost choked.

His hooves stomped on the ground.

Only then did he recover.

At this moment, a “Chirp, chirp” sound rang out.

The Storyteller irritably looked up at the courtyard wall behind him.

It was a Little Squirrel, standing with its furry paws on its hips, chirping at him.

The Little Squirrel then spat out two more pinecones, hitting the Storyteller on the head, warning him not to make noise again.

Then it turned around and jumped back.

The goat was furious.

He wanted to scold, but in the end, he was on the verge of tears.

Damn it, who could he complain to?

Chen, I, this old man, will definitely write a harsh book about you.

Meanwhile, Chen Yuan, the subject of the Storyteller's future book, was currently sprinting through the streets and alleys, over roofs and under houses in Qingshan County.

He was getting used to the physical changes brought about by the breakthrough of the left leg's force pillar.

At this moment, a wind vortex swelled beneath his left foot, and as True Qi surged, the vortex grew larger and larger, as if it was about to lift him into flight.

His body became incredibly light.

With a slight stomp of his foot, he immediately shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

His body cut through the air, leaving trails of afterimages.

In a single breath, he was dozens of yards away.

Chen Yuan sprinted all the way to the mountain forest outside the city.

After going deep for more than ten li, he suddenly let out a tiger's roar, and while sprinting, he revealed his massive Mountain Lord True Form.

Then, the wind around his body surged.

The next second, the air suddenly let out a piercing sonic boom.

Chen Yuan's figure instantly disappeared from where he stood.

Subsequently, the entire Mountain Lord True Form transformed into a terrifying Vicious Beast, shattering trees along the way, crumbling rocks, and shaking the mountains.

The entire mountain forest was startled, and huge flocks of birds flew up.

Birds and beasts scattered and fled in all directions.

After half a cup of tea's time, sixty li away, by a small stream, Chen Yuan's figure coalesced in the air.

At this moment, he was covered in grass and stone chips, but the light in his eyes was extremely bright, like two large lamps, illuminating the night brilliantly.

He let out a roar, exclaiming his satisfaction.

He never expected that breaking through one of the pillars beneath his feet could bring about such a significant change.

Wind-borne feet, like divine speed.

Especially when enhanced by the Mountain Lord transformation, it was like adding wings to a tiger.

This was the mutual verification between Divine Abilities.

The Danshan Eight Pillars, this Divine Ability technique, was truly extraordinary, giving Chen Yuan many surprises.

When he broke through the right leg's pillar, it would surely be more than just one plus one.

Feeling elated, he directly jumped into the stream, splashing water and washing away the dirt from his body.

Then, he used True Qi to evaporate the water vapor and slowly returned in the direction of Qingshan County.

On the way, he didn't forget to pull up some grass.

Meanwhile, a thousand li away, in a county town near Baidi City of Fu Gate, Demonic Qi soared into the sky.

A voice spread, “Wei Yang is dead!”

“What? Who killed him?”

“The news just came, it's not clear yet.”

“Useless! Go investigate immediately. That fellow had a golden scale on him; it must be retrieved. Don't delay our important matter.” A gloomy voice came from the darkness.

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