Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 69 Be Good at Disguising

Between the overlapping mountains lay dense forests and overgrown weeds. Ridges stretched onward from this point, resembling a dragon lying in wait when seen from a bird’s-eye view.

As one of the Four Great Imperial Clans, the Fire Tribe had not chosen to establish itself amidst bustling cities. Instead, they moved to uninhabited mountains, creating their own secluded paradise.

Beyond these mountains lay the Fire Tribe.

At this moment, atop a high mountain within the tribe, a few pine trees swayed in the wind. Below them sat several figures. A young woman in red was at the forefront; her face was delicately featured and proper, her figure graceful. The only dissonant note was the tint of her skin—it was red...

She lacked a bit of immortal energy.

Her name was Jin Qiongyu. She possessed the strongest Bloodline Power among the Fire Tribe’s younger generation. Like Wang Mingyang, she had comprehended her innate talents and held a high status within the Fire Tribe as the Saintess.

Not only that, Jin Qiongyu possessed a terrifying innate ability: Insight!

Similar to the Heavenly Fortune Tao, she could, at certain times and moments, see images and scenes that should not appear.

「A few days later.」

She awoke from seclusion, startled by a horrifying vision.

The Fire Tribe was littered with bones and had suffered countless casualties. One of the Wasteland’s Four Great Imperial Clans was facing annihilation.

Upon waking, she did not broadcast this news. Instead, she secretly investigated the recent changes in the Wasteland, discovering that three hundred years had passed and another group of Human Clan powerhouses had entered this realm.

However, she was puzzled. The Human Clan cultivators entering the Wasteland were not very strong. In their initial stages, they were only at the Supreme Mystery Realm, which corresponded to the Fire Tribe’s fourth order.

After several years, they might have already advanced to King Tao.

Yet the strongest force within their Emperor Clan was the seventh order, a realm that surpassed the Human Race Divine King. A single slap from one of them could kill an unknown number of King Tao powerhouses.

She couldn’t comprehend where this calamity within the Emperor Clan had originated.

The unease in her heart grew ever stronger.

Jin Qiongyu gazed at the distant mountains, observing the unique colors in the sky. Her demonic pupils appeared exceedingly calm, like an undisturbed mirror.

After a long while, she turned around. "Have all the Life Prohibited Zones been checked?"

"They have been checked. There’s no activity," a maid replied respectfully.

"What about the Ancient Races?" Jin Qiongyu asked.

The maid paused to think. "There is an interesting piece of news," she said. "Among the Human Clan cultivators who entered the Wasteland is a female Demon cultivator. She ventured deep into the abyss and cultivated the essence of a Primitive Demon God within herself. Consequently, she might have obtained the Primitive Demon God’s eyes there. When the Ancient Races learned of this, they issued an order. The Eighteen Royal Clans dispatched powerhouses to hunt her down, but she entered Scorched Earth."

"And then?" Jin Qiongyu prompted.

"Do you remember the Human Clan woman who appeared before?" the maid continued. "The one wielding the snow-white longsword, who alone deterred the entire Wilderness tribe? She’s very strong. Before this, she entered the territory of the Ancient Races, reached its deepest parts, and left at her leisure. When she appeared again, it was in Scorched Earth. At that time, she was traveling with that Demon cultivator girl, chatting and laughing."

Human Clan cultivators typically shun Demon cultivators; that’s common knowledge.

Yet that Human Clan woman walked alongside a Human Clan Demon cultivator, seemingly making a statement with her actions.

The restive Ancient Races and the Master of the Wilderness had been prepared to act, but Wen Yuqing’s actions forced them into silence.

The maid added, "There’s another frightening piece of news. Before the Human Clan Demon cultivator stepped into Scorched Earth, all the powerhouses from the Eighteen Royal Clans who were hunting her were slain. Not a single one survived."

Hearing this, Jin Qiongyu asked in surprise, "That woman made her move?"

The maid shook her head. "No, it wasn’t her."

The experts dispatched by the Eighteen Royal Clans were nearly all at the Realm of Divine King, numbering well over thirty. Although Wen Yuqing was powerful, she didn’t possess the ability to annihilate them all.

Moreover, judging by the battle sites, all those Divine Kings were killed with a single strike.

This indicated one thing: behind this Human Clan Demon cultivator was not just Wen Yuqing, but also another terrifyingly powerful expert.

Jin Qiongyu said, "Within the body of the Primitive Demon God, the eyes are the most valuable, harboring many secrets. Shang also wanted to merge with them years ago, but he lacked the strength. Unexpectedly, by the time he emerged from seclusion, the Demon God’s eyes were gone. This Demon cultivator is not simple."

"What’s most important is that she has someone backing her; even the Ancient Races dare not act rashly." The maid sighed. "She has been advancing all this time. If nothing unexpected happens, she will soon reach our Emperor Clan’s territory."

Jin Qiongyu fell silent.

An opportunity, an unprecedented Great Opportunity. If she could slay Guang Xiaoyu, obtain her cultivation method, cultivate the spirit of the Primitive Demon God, and merge with its body... it would be a convenient path to evolution. If she succeeded, her Bloodline Power would be elevated to the most perfect degree. She might even surpass the concentration Shang had achieved, becoming the foremost figure of the Wilderness tribe. Her heart swelled with eagerness, emotions rippling within her.

The maid continued, "The arm of the Primitive Demon God has also appeared. It was acquired by a Human Clan cultivator. Later, this cultivator took the arm to Bright Moon Palace, hoping to trade with them. But in the end... he thoroughly duped Bright Moon Palace and then left with a flourish." As she recounted this, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Jin Qiongyu was taken aback, then smiled. "A Human Clan cultivator duped a royal clan? That fellow has quite some nerve!" After a pause, she asked, "What’s his name?"

"Chen Pingping," the maid replied.

"I have a premonition that I’ll meet this fellow," Jin Qiongyu said.

"Miss, you mustn’t go out," the maid said, worried. "Your status is unique, and many powers are watching you. The Ancient Races also harbor killing intent. If you leave here, your situation will become perilous!"

Jin Qiongyu smiled. "I can’t stay here forever, can I?"

The maid sighed. "Perhaps not, but not now!"

"It’s alright. I won’t leave the Emperor Clan’s territory," Jin Qiongyu said. "Those people won’t dare act against me within the Emperor Clan’s domain." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The maid remained silent.

「...」

"From now on, I’ll call you Hong," Chen Pingping said with a slight smile. "Lao Huang, Hei, Hong... Hmm, what pleasant names."

The Earth Chicken’s expression immediately darkened.

"We’re about to enter the Emperor Clan’s territory, so let’s disguise ourselves." Chen Pingping, having procured paint from who knows where, began to dye his entire body red.

The Fire Tribe, huh! Their people are all red.

The Eight Treasures Chicken rolled its eyes. Humans are still humans, it thought. They’ll definitely be spotted as soon as they appear, so what’s the use of a disguise? Besides, who would fall for such a shoddy disguise? Is he looking down on the Emperor Clan?

Chen Pingping asked excitedly, "How about it, you two? Want some paint?"

The Earth Chicken shook its head and moved off to one side.

The Eight Treasures Chicken refused. "No need."

"Really now! If you don’t paint yourselves red like proper members of the Fire Tribe, you’ll be exposed within minutes. I won’t be able to save you when that happens," Chen Pingping complained. "Forget it, forget it. To each their own... Er, I mean, to each chicken their own."

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