202: The Demonic Yin Dragon Clan

"Commander, we have found traces of the scout squad," Yin Shu said, bowing slightly.

"Lead us there," Horse-Face said with a deep frown.

"Yes!"

...Four hours later, Ling Qi focused her mind and sent her spiritual sense into the meridians of the scout squad members.

Then, she meticulously examined the state of their internal microcosmic orbits.

After some investigation, she withdrew her spiritual sense, and her originally tense expression relaxed slightly.

Standing to the side, Horse-Face was already impatient. He stared at Ling Qi expectantly and asked, "How is their situation, Lord Secretary-General?"

Ling Qi breathed a sigh of relief and replied calmly, "The ghost power that was previously raging in their bodies has mostly been suppressed now. As for the damage to their meridians, as long as they take Ghost Soul Pills on schedule, they will fully recover within three days."

Horse-Face's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into his chest, and he secretly let out a long sigh of relief.

This fourth-rank scout squad was one he had spent a great deal of effort and time meticulously cultivating; if they were ruined just like that, it would truly be heartbreaking for him.

Ling Qi changed the subject and warned solemnly, "However, before their injuries have completely healed, they must absolutely not use ghost power. Otherwise, the ghost power that was suppressed with great difficulty might rage again, with unimaginable consequences!"

Upon hearing this, the scout captain nodded repeatedly in understanding. But immediately after, he seemed somewhat uneasy and only spoke after hesitating for a long time, "Ghost Soul Pills are far too precious. Perhaps we should just forget it."

"At most, we brothers will just spend more time recuperating slowly; we'll get better eventually."

Facing the scout captain's refusal, Ling Qi's expression remained as cold as water as she responded without hesitation, "You were severely injured while performing official duties. These Ghost Soul Pills are what you deserve."

With that, she raised her arm slightly and quickly took out exactly seven Ghost Soul Pills, which were emitting dense ghost qi, from the storage bag she carried. She then steadily placed them into the scout captain's hand.

Yin Shu, who had been silently observing everything from behind, secretly marveled at how the Secretary-General was indeed decisive and direct in her actions.

The scout Ghost Soldiers were filled with tears, trembling with excitement as they took the incredibly precious Ghost Soul Pills with shaking hands.

Then, without hesitation, they put the pills into their mouths and swallowed them in an instant.

Ling Qi watched all this quietly, gently pushing up the exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

In her deep, ink-colored eyes, a flash of irritation that was extremely hard to notice suddenly flickered.

She thought to herself, "Hmph! Just a group of Yin Flood Dragons claiming to possess the Torch Dragon bloodline, yet they dare to be so bold as to harm the Ghost Soldiers of the Underworld! They truly don't know the height of the heavens!"

She had originally intended to treat them with courtesy first, but now it seemed that the situation no longer allowed for etiquette; forceful measures had to be taken.

The Secretary-General coldly dropped a sentence: "Heal well here. Once your injuries are recovered, descend the mountain immediately."

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already turned around and was heading straight toward Yao Zui Cliff.

"Understood! Thank you, Secretary-General!" the scout captain hurriedly replied, his tone filled with awe.

Horse-Face looked at the Secretary-General's frosty back and didn't dare to be negligent. He quickly waved for Yin Shu and the other subordinates to follow closely behind, fearing that even a slight delay would anger the already fuming Secretary-General.

His heart murmured: "Oh my! Why does This General always feel that the Secretary-General is enveloped in a terrifying black aura?"

...The Demon wind of Yao Zui Cliff was howling like a furious dragon, but it had slightly subsided at this moment.

The gale whipped up flying sand and stones, blurring the vision. Amidst the chaos, a black shadow and a white shadow clashed like two bolts of lightning.

Time passed minute by minute. About thirty minutes later, there was a crisp 'clang.'

The spear in the black-clothed figure's hand was actually knocked flying, drawing an arc in the air before landing far away on the ground.

The black-clothed figure retreated several steps before barely stabilizing himself. He was panting heavily, his face covered in sweat.

"No more, no more!" Jiao Pengze complained while bending over to pick up the spear on the ground, rubbing his aching arms. "Cousin, you're being too harsh!"

Jiao Si snorted coldly, his face full of disdain. "Usually, you're just pampered and lazy. You can't even handle this bit of spear technique, yet you dare to spar with me?"

Jiao Pengze secretly suffered, but he still muttered defiantly, "I've already been working very hard... Besides, I'm still a minor, a 400-year-old Yin Flood Dragon baby..."

Before he could finish, Jiao Si's face darkened, and he said sternly, "If you continue to be so unmotivated, I will certainly report it truthfully to the Clan Head."

"And send you to the clan grounds for bitter cultivation!"

Jiao Pengze instantly trembled all over.

To know that bitter cultivation in the clan grounds was no easy task; one wouldn't see the sun all year round and could only sit in meditation every day.

Surrounded by nothing but cold stone walls and endless darkness, that sense of loneliness—as if only oneself were left in the world—was simply a form of torture for a naturally lively and noise-loving 'Yin Flood Dragon' like Jiao Pengze.

Let alone a year or half a year, he probably wouldn't be able to stand it even if he were just there for a week or so.

Just as Jiao Pengze was racking his brains for a way to beg his cousin for mercy, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of wind coming from the entrance of Yao Zui Cliff.

Jiao Si's heart stirred, and he immediately pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

After a moment, he said with a solemn expression, "Not good. It seems some more reckless outsiders have broken into the Land of Yao Zui."

Jiao Pengze was also startled upon hearing this. He quickly put away his spear and asked, "Cousin, could it be people sent by the Underworld again?"

"Hmph! How is that possible? A thousand years ago, all the gods entered the mysterious Source Realm!"

"Even our ancestor and many high-ranking members of the Demon race were no exception."

"How could a place like the Underworld suddenly appear? It's simply nonsense!" Jiao Si said with full disdain.

"But... but, I heard Great Uncle Rong Si from the clan mention that some high-ranking members didn't go to the Source Realm, but instead entered the Demon."

"Supposedly, that entrance is located at the central sacrificial altar of the clan grounds that the Yin Jiao Clan has guarded for generations." Jiao Pengze said, subconsciously touching the tip of his nose.

With a dull thwack, Jiao Pengze received a heavy flick on the head.

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts..."