62: Do you know where my sheep are?

At this moment,

Qingshan County,

Thirty li away.

Tiger Leaping Gorge.

Above the flying cliff.

Two burly figures stood, one in front of the other, before an Immortal Cave.

The one in front wore a red robe, a bronze mask, and had his hands clasped behind his back. He was exceptionally tall, over nine feet, and a blazing Qi emanated from him, scorching the surrounding Void Realm into a blur.

Half a step behind him, to his side, stood a middle-aged man with a horse face, a wide nose, and a dark complexion.

He seemed uncomfortable standing beside the red-robed man, his forehead slightly beaded with sweat.

"Scarlet Flood Dragon, you've been looking for a long time. Have you figured anything out?"

After a while, seeing that the red-robed man in front remained silent, the horse-faced man seemed a little impatient.

"A very strong Demonic Qi."

"Stronger than Yin Hu."

"It seems this Mountain Lord is more troublesome than we imagined!"

Scarlet Flood Dragon spoke, seemingly using a unique vocalization, his entire Physical Body rumbling. It sounded like a kind of chanting.

As he spoke, he swayed and moved to the edge of the cliff.

He peered down the cliff.

For several li around, there were broken trees, flying stones, and giant pits and fissures, a terrifying sight.

It was hard to imagine what kind of great battle had occurred then.

The horse-faced man followed, looking down.

Although he had seen it once on the way, seeing it again still felt somewhat shocking.

"Scarlet Flood Dragon, what? Are you even afraid of this old tiger?"

Scarlet Flood Dragon was known as the strongest among their twelve.

The foremost person below the four Venerables of the Sect!

The Dragon Demonic Seed he had planted was almost completely in Fusion with him, and the leakage of his body's Qi was a sign that he was about to enter the Dao.

But these twelve people had fought their way out of tens of thousands of cultists, so naturally, none of them were easy to deal with.

They constantly schemed against each other, with no one submitting to another.

"Wu Ma, put away your thoughts."

"Although this Mountain Lord is strong, killing him doesn't require you to provoke me."

Scarlet Flood Dragon merely squinted, giving the horse-faced man a faint side glance.

The golden vertical pupils beneath his mask carried an overbearing majesty.

Wu Ma's face tightened slightly.

He flicked his sleeve.

Then he changed the subject, saying:

"This Mountain Lord didn't even want his Immortal Cave. Who knows where he went? How are we supposed to find him?"

"This guy most likely killed Wei Yang, got the Golden Scale, and fled. No matter how great our Divine Abilities, it's useless."

As he spoke, his face turned grim,

"It's fine if Wei Yang died, but this item cannot be lost."

"The Ten Thousand Mountains Dao Fruit Conference is approaching. Without this one guide, we'll lose many Demonic Seeds, and even more Demonic Cultivators. Then, the power of our main altar to break open the Fu Gate will be weakened by a point."

"If things go wrong, we might even be implicated!"

These words were indeed not alarmist.

Within the Divine Sect, where emotions were thin and gratitude scarce, many people lost their humanity after planting Demonic Seeds.

The Golden Scale was crucial to the Divine Sect.

Losing even one was a significant loss.

Scarlet Flood Dragon heard this, did not refute, and pondered for a moment.

"You stay here and continue to look for clues."

"I'll search the surroundings, capture Essence Spirits and minor demons from the nearby mountains to interrogate them, and see if I can find that Mountain Lord. I've noticed other faint Demonic Qi lingering here; it should belong to that Mountain Lord's subordinates."

After speaking, the foremost person below the four Venerables swayed and vanished from his spot.

The horse-faced man watched Scarlet Flood Dragon disappear to the east, and his eyes immediately turned sinister.

Why should he obey his orders?

But in the end, he said nothing.

However, not long after.

A sudden cry of surprise came from down the mountain.

"Found it!"

The horse-faced man's expression hardened. He stomped his foot, his body rapidly plummeting down the mountain.

Then, with a few leaps, he arrived at a shattered battlefield.

Within several li of this battlefield, there were over a dozen Feixian Sect members.

They were searching for something.

At this moment, a cultist crawled out of a deep crack in the ground, seemingly having discovered something.

He let out a loud shout!

The horse-faced man's figure quickly appeared beside the cultist.

He quickly took the object from the other party's hand and sniffed it under his wide nose.

Then, his eyes flashed with brilliance.

"That's right, it's that stinky goat's."

What he held in his hand at this moment was a curved black horn, still attached to a large piece of skull.

It was one of the horns from Wei Yang's head after he had been demonized.

However, after his Physical Body was shattered by Chen Yuan, this horn, hard as iron, remained.

The horse-faced man was all too familiar with Wei Yang's aura.

He recognized it!

That proved that Wei Yang had died on this battlefield.

And his Physical Body had been completely shattered.

Perhaps, that Golden Scale was left here, not obtained by that Mountain Lord.

He quickly shouted, giving orders,

"Search for me! Even if you have to dig three feet deep, you must find the other parts of this stinky goat's body. If you find a golden scale, I, the envoy, will reward you heavily!"

"Yes!"

The cultists responded in unison and began searching within several li of this cracked battlefield.

At first, there were occasional discoveries.

They found pieces of flesh, still covered with crimson fur.

But later, discoveries gradually decreased, and even after searching every corner of several li, there were no further findings.

Not even a glimpse of a golden scale was seen.

The horse-faced man eventually grew impatient and ordered his subordinate cultists to expand the search outward by several li from the original search area.

Thus, over a dozen cultists obeyed, their figures disappearing into the surrounding mountain forest.

At first, there was still some movement.

But later,

It gradually became silent.

The horse-faced man initially didn't notice anything, thinking his subordinates had delved deep into the mountain forest, concentrating on finding clues.

But as time passed,

No one returned.

He realized something was wrong.

Just as he was about to move and investigate,

A vast and clear song drifted from the western mountain forest.

"In the third month, the spring wind, in the third month it blows."

Driving the sheep, you leave home.

Singing a Xintianyou...

The singing passed through the mountain forest, getting closer and closer.

The voice was high-pitched and clear.

The horse-faced man's large horse-like eyes looked at the direction from which the sound came from the mountain forest, filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

Soon, a flock of sheep emerged from the mountain forest ahead.

One, two, three...

About a dozen.

Then, a shepherd wearing a straw hat and coarse linen clothes, with a hunched back, driving the sheep, appeared in the horse-faced man's line of sight.

He frowned.

How did an old shepherd appear in these deep mountains and old forests?

It was a bit strange.

The old shepherd, driving the sheep and singing Xintianyou, seemed not to see anyone and continued to drive forward.

The horse-faced man stomped his foot, and with a leap, landed heavily on the ground.

He blocked the shepherd's path.

His horse-like eyes were cold and menacing as he stared at the shepherd, enunciating each word.

"Who are you?"

The shepherd raised his head,

"I lost my sheep, I'm looking for my sheep."

"Do you know where my sheep are?"

(PS: Third update, it's Monday, please keep reading. Today is the day to decide on Sanjiang, although I'm struggling, I still want to give it a try, thank you!)