Chapter 423: Testing the Technique (1/2)

Within a patch of vitality in the land of darkness, a three-foot-long wolf radiating silver moonlight lifted her head in confusion.

“Strange, I sense the ripples of my tribe’s combat arts nearby. Is there another Silvermoon Wolfking here?” The little wolf stood up and cast an inquisitive gaze into the distance.

Next to her, Qing Han put away the dao book in her hand and followed the wolf’s gaze.

“It is indeed the combat arts of the Silvermoon Wolfkings, but whoever using it has disguised it as the bloodline power of the Yue Clan.” Qing Han cocked his head and hummed bemusedly. “It must be a strange talent that can replicate other people’s combat arts.”

The silver wolf shook its furry head. “Aren’t you going to look for your sidekick, master?”

“No.” Qing Han shook her head firmly. “Opportunities abound in this land. This is the perfect chance for him to grow stronger. If I seek him out, he’ll just give me all the treasures he finds. So no, I’m quite happy staying here.”

The Silvermoon Wolfking looked at him in confusion. What was so bad about being given treasure?

“I know he’s had his fair share of great encounters, and he’s more talented than most cultivators in our world. However, our world is vast, and there are many worlds apart from our own. No one can predict the future.

“I saw many great geniuses when I restored the path of cultivation,” Qing Han murmured at the book in his hand. “Some had already glimpsed the void realm, but kept their cultivation in check because of the severed path ahead of them. Now that the void realm has been restored, the elites who’ve been laying low all these years will be reemerging as well.

“What he has is not enough, it’s far from enough… Lu Yun needs more opportunities to further his potential if he’s to realize his dream.

“The current me will only be an obstacle in that pursuit. Not even Mo Yi is unrivaled in this world. If there’s one of her, there will be more of her. Lu Yun is powerful, but he’s far from being on her level.”

The Silvermoon Wolfking stared at Qing Han in abject shock. Finally, she’d realized that her master was Qing Han, and his sidekick was Lu Yun!

Since Qing Han had made the wolf her loyal pet, there was no harm in letting the wolf learn her true identity. Besides, they were currently residing in the blind spot of the Sovereign Ranking in the sky. Even the immortals in Destiny City couldn’t see the two of them.

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In front of the cave.

Silversnow’s attacks broke open wounds that had just knit together, but Yuan Tong didn’t fight back. Instead, he clenched his jaw against the pain and stubbornly blocked the entrance, his eyes tender as they settled on the female gorilla.

“Die!” Silversnow snapped, manifesting a sparkling golden club and swinging it at Yuan Tong.

“Out of the way!” The little nun intervened just in time. The silver moon above her head shone even more intensely, and the bloodline power concealing it shattered. A silver wolf bathed in moonlight howled and leapt in a powerful strike.

“No!” Yuan Tong panicked when he saw the girl’s blow.

Bam!

Moonlight blasted Silversnow’s giant body backward, sending her crashing heavily to the ground.

“Don’t worry, I know you have feelings for her. I checked my strength accordingly.” Her robes fluttering, the little girl’s black locks streamed in the air and an immortal sword hovered around her.

“That combat art… You aren’t from the Yue Clan. You’re a Silvermoon Wolfking!” A disbelieving clamor arose from the monster spirits circling the area.

“Impossible! How can she be a Silvermoon Wolfking?” General disbelief and incredulity reigned. The little nun was clearly human, yet when the disguise shrouding her combat art fell away and she’d tapped into her true power, it was clear that she was using the signature combat arts of the Silvermoon Wolfkings!

“Who are you?!” roared a giant black wolf.

The little nun stood before Yuan Tong and the cave, looking around coldly at the cultivators in the area.

The crowd was growing bigger. As time went by, there were increasingly fewer burial mounds for cultivators to raid. Every time there was a burst of immortal light, bloodshed would follow. More than a thousand people had gathered here in no time. The little nun paled slightly at the size of the assembly she faced.