137: Lucky Attribute

The moment they returned, Jin Hua and the others, who had been searching for so long, all stepped forward, asking Qingyang where he had been during this time.

Facing everyone's questions, Qingyang shook his head slightly, choosing to avoid the matter.

The Flowing Land, apart from the Order Keepers who exercise some control, has no official organizations.

And because the Flowing Land is too vast, even if the Order Keepers try to manage it, the area is simply too large for them to cover.

This leads to the Flowing Land immediately becoming a lawless land if a large number of powerful individuals appear.

When a lawless land encounters outlaws like Qingyang and his group, there is only one outcome.

The Flowing Land has now completely become a self-serve buffet for Qingyang and his group.

At this moment, Qingyang, whose entire bone structure had turned deep blue, radiated a Twelve-Tier aura. Wherever he went, any aura he could sense was killed by Qingyang.

As for Hong Zong and the others, they followed closely behind Qingyang, advancing towards the North Faction while plundering everything in their path.

One day, while Qingyang and the others were living freely as outlaws, they encountered a Fierce Beast for the first time.

Yes, it was a White Pig Fierce Beast, plump and sturdy, looking fair and tender.

Undoubtedly, in a place like the Inner Realm, the appearance of any Fierce Beast itself represents a massive walking resource.

The moment the two sides met, Qingyang immediately instructed Jin Hua, Jin Sheng, and the others to begin tracking this White Pig Fierce Beast, whose strength was only at the Twelve-Tier.

A Twelve-Tier individual is certainly powerful in a place like the Flowing Land, but the problem is that a Twelve-Tier individual possessing a body of flesh and blood is simply not enough to protect themselves.

Not only did Qingyang's faction notice this White Pig, but after just a few days of tracking, Qingyang discovered that at least five or six waves of powerful individuals were also tracking it.

But that White Pig was so foolish that it didn't notice at all, proceeding unhurriedly towards a certain place every day.

There's no reason not to consume such a massive resource delivered right to your mouth.

So, Jin Hua immediately came to Qingyang and said, "We've investigated that stupid pig thoroughly. It has no companions, perhaps they died in battle or something else happened.

The biggest problem we face currently is the fellow trackers following this stupid pig. These powerful individuals seem to have reached a consensus, all being Twelve-Tier, and have already begun discussing how to distribute its flesh and blood resources."

Hearing Jin Hua's words, Qingyang slightly raised his deep blue head and softly said, "Something's not right, something's not right.

If it's truly naive and harmless, how could it have acquired a body of flesh and blood? Could this fellow be fishing, just like us? No good, notify Jin Sheng and the others, only watch from a distance, do not take any action."

As he spoke, Qingyang had already taken the lead and headed towards the location of that White Pig.

A few hours later, when Qingyang and Jin Sheng and the others rendezvoused, they immediately looked towards the White Pig Fierce Beast in the distance.

Its fair flesh and blood seemed to entice all the powerful individuals who witnessed this scene, as it slowly and leisurely walked through the desolate Flowing Land.

Behind this White Pig, at least a hundred powerful individuals were trailing it.

But this stupid pig didn't seem to notice anyone at all.

"Little one, come find me, I'm looking for little pretty pig, oh, I'm a pig from the north, oh, a pig~"

Listening to the White Pig in the distance wiggle its rear end as it walked and shout erratically, all the powerful individuals tracking it from behind couldn't help but feel their heads darken.

Finally, after waiting for three more days, a group of fifteen powerful individuals, all of whom were Twelve-Tier Humans, finally couldn't resist making a move.

In contrast, that White Pig still seemed completely unaware, humming a tune and proceeding unhurriedly.

As the fifteen powerful individuals got closer and closer, even within a thousand meters of the White Pig, Qingyang couldn't help but say, "Am I overthinking this?"

Just as Qingyang was muttering to himself, he saw that the already turbulent Flowing Land began to produce gusts of wind.

This is a natural disaster, something no one can predict.

"Rumble~"

In the Flowing Land, where yellow sand filled the sky, behind the White Pig.

As a huge rumbling sound echoed, the sandy ground suddenly began to sink slowly.

Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, the fifteen powerful individuals who were rapidly approaching the White Pig suddenly stopped in place.

Subsequently, in the eyes of Qingyang, as well as the nearly hundred powerful individuals who had not made a move behind him, the bodies of the fifteen powerful individuals began to sink rapidly.

Quicksand, a very common natural disaster in the Flowing Land.

But this kind of natural disaster in the Inner Realm is not like ordinary quicksand; they directly absorb your energy, pulling your body down with it, and are directly ground away by the quicksand.

Having witnessed the fifteen powerful individuals slowly disappear, everyone behind them couldn't help but stop in shock.

In front, the seemingly harmless White Pig, perhaps due to the sounds made by the fifteen people being swallowed behind it, finally noticed something and turned its head to look.

"What's going on? Am I too tired today? Or am I sick and suffering from persecution complex?"

As it spoke, the White Pig turned back, wiggled its rear end, and continued forward.

Yes, from its reaction, all the powerful individuals tracking it from behind could see that it hadn't noticed them.

From this, it could be concluded that the deaths of the fifteen powerful individuals were definitely not caused by that White Pig.

"Is its luck really that good?" Qingyang murmured to himself.

Following his instinctive intuition, Qingyang did not let his faction act rashly, just observing the other party.

But over the next two months, the group tracking it from behind grew larger and larger, and the frequency with which the many powerful individuals made a move also increased, but that White Pig remained unharmed.

The absurdity of the situation repeatedly shocked Qingyang's expectations.

For example, three days after the quicksand incident, another group couldn't help but attack the White Pig.

But the consequence was that those dozens of people were directly struck and killed by lightning before they even got close to the White Pig.

Because of this, the White Pig even cried sadly for a long time, looking both kind and completely unguarded.

After more than two months of tracking, Qingyang discovered that this White Pig seemed to have a strange attribute.

That is, as long as you intend to kill it, you will definitely die yourself.

But if you only want to capture it, then your life will not be in danger.

To be honest, after these two months of tracking, Qingyang's side had completely given up on the idea of getting the White Pig.

But other factions tracking it continued to be unconvinced and would often make a move against it.

Until this day, Qingyang suddenly turned to the people on his side and said, "Since those who harbor deep malice towards it will die, what would happen if we approach it with goodwill?"