King of Creation
Chapter 122: Chapter 120 Inheritance Begins
"You see, between these two strongholds of the Lishui Sect, there’s a distance of about twelve or thirteen miles," Luluo said, holding a hand-drawn map, as she spoke about her method that was fraught with mortal danger.
"If we move from above the cliff of the canyon between these two strongholds, just like geckos climbing walls, slowly making our way from above the canyon down to the valley floor, the possibility of being discovered is very small."
"That shouldn’t be hard, with my cultivation level, even if I carry Little Yue..."
"You can only rely solely on physical strength. Operating True Yuan at high altitude is like lighting a torch, and is extremely easy to spot!" Luluo interjected.
"Hiss!"
Ye Zhen took a sharp intake of breath.
Hanging upside down, like a gecko climbing a wall, purely relying on physical strength to cross a cliff that stretched for four or five miles was extremely dangerous even for him alone.
If he were to carry Meng Xiaoyue as well, it truly would be a life-and-death situation.
Even for someone at the peak of the True Essence Realm, falling from thousands of meters high only meant one outcome: turning into a pulp upon impact.
"Of course, it all depends on your luck. If there’s a place to rest upon the cliff, your chances of success will increase significantly..."
Just as Luluo was about to say something else, Ye Zhen gestured with his hand.
"Forget it, let’s use my method."
"Your method? What method?" Luluo asked in surprise.
"That, you’ll know in a moment. Just don’t be too startled," said Ye Zhen, a strange smile forming on his face.
"Safety...?"
"Don’t worry, it’s totally fine, but we need to discuss the method for our subsequent retreat," Ye Zhen said.
An hour later, after Ye Zhen and Luluo had agreed on various contingencies for unforeseen events, Ye Zhen took a deep breath and suddenly walked towards the edge of the cliff in front of them.
More than three thousand meters below the cliff was the bottom of the Yin Mountain Blood Canyon, a sight that made one’s head spin just by looking down!
"Little Yue, come and lie on my back!"
Meng Xiaoyue did as she was told and lay on Ye Zhen’s back, while Ye Zhen glanced back at Luluo and admonished, "No matter what you see later, don’t be frightened."
A deeper curiosity shone in Luluo’s eyes.
As Ye Zhen’s eyes half-closed, his Divine Sense suddenly focused on the Silver Line Demon Eagle King residing in the First Spatial Stage within his Mirage Dragon Pearl.
As Ye Zhen’s Divine Sense sunk deeper, he felt an arcane sensation, and the vast True Yuan inside him surged out from his Dantian. As the True Yuan fluctuated, Ye Zhen’s figure began to gradually transform into a Silver Line Demon Eagle.
Heh!
Luluo’s mouth gaped open, clearly shocked by the scene.
However, Ye Zhen remained focused, continuing the Transfiguration of the Silver Line Demon Eagle, controlling the True Yuan to adjust the size and form of the eagle to a more realistic shape.
Yet, most of the True Yuan was concentrated on the wings of the Transfigured Silver Line Demon Eagle.
Ever since the incident with the Meng Family last time, Ye Zhen had discovered he could transform into the appearance of the Illusion Serpent King, which was in the First Spatial Stage of the Mirage Dragon Pearl.
With this precedent, since the Silver Line Demon Eagle King had appeared within the Mirage Dragon Pearl, Ye Zhen began to attempt transforming into the Silver Line Demon Eagle.
With the Mirage Dragon Pearl’s assistance, transforming into the Silver Line Demon Eagle wasn’t too difficult, but to fly like the eagle was a different story.
However, much like with the Illusion Serpent King, as long as Ye Zhen’s Divine Sense fell upon the Silver Line Demon Eagle inside the Mirage Dragon Pearl, the eagle’s instincts became Ye Zhen’s own.
Flying techniques of bird species were no problem at all.
The only challenge was how Ye Zhen would operate the wings created by the True Yuan Transfiguration.
In private, Ye Zhen had tried many times in secluded places, and after numerous failures, he gradually began to discern some tricks of the trade.
Faced with such a dilemma today, Ye Zhen decided to put it to use.
As far as the problem of revealing his secret went, Ye Zhen had put much thought into it.
For one, Luluo should be someone trustworthy, and secondly, transforming into a beast was not such a rare occurrence. As far as Ye Zhen knew, there were quite a few secret techniques that allowed transformation into a Demon Beast to enhance combat power.
Of course, being able to transform into a Demon Beast at the True Essence Realm was quite rare.
Half a quarter-hour later, Ye Zhen had adjusted the proportions of his Transfigured Silver Line Demon Eagle to an optimal size, then turned back and, with a bird-like voice, asked, "You weren’t scared, were you?"
"Transformation into beast form is nothing new; what’s there to be so proud of?" Luluo lightly huffed in response, but her astonished eyes betrayed her.
Transforming into beast form she had seen before, but like Ye Zhen, capable of transforming at the True Essence Realm and adjusting the size of his form at will, that was unheard of.
"Sister Luluo, Brother Ye Zhen is so amazing, he can even transform into a giant snake," Luluo, having seen Ye Zhen’s transformations before, was curious beyond her surprise as she saw him become the Silver Line Demon Eagle.
"He can also transform into a giant snake?"
Luluo was now genuinely shocked. For many powerful individuals, mastering one form of transformation was already impressive, but two?
"Little Yue, hold on tight. Luluo, stick to the plan!"
As he spoke, Ye Zhen, with the wings of the Silver Line Demon Eagle formed from True Yuan, took a leap forward and began to soar freely through the sky.
Behind him, the shock written on Luluo’s face was indescribable.
Was this still a martial artist of the True Essence Realm?
Compared with Ye Zhen, she, a martial artist of the Spirit Summoning Realm, seemed utterly inferior.
It had to be said, the feeling of flying freely at a thousand meters high was exhilarating.
The feeling of being unrestrained with movements guided by the heart was truly addictive!
However, Ye Zhen’s feeling of intense exhilaration could only last for about a hundred breaths.
Even after transforming into the smallest form of the Silver Line Demon Eagle, the True Yuan consumption was incredibly staggering, not to mention the additional energy required to propel the feathery wings for flight, which were also conjured from transforming.
The True Yuan within Ye Zhen’s Dantian was depleting at an alarming rate.
For this reason, Ye Zhen was rapidly spiraling downwards in the sky.
He knew he couldn’t sustain the flight state post-transformation for long.
Inside the Yin Mountain Blood Gorge, a Lishui Sect martial artist suddenly nudged his companion and pointed towards the sky, "Elder Zhou, look quickly, what’s that thing above the gorge?"
The ranking system for elders in the Lishui Sect is slightly different from that of the Qiyun Sect.
They have outer elders, inner elders, and sect elders which is essentially equivalent to the Sect managers, deacons, and sect elders in the Qiyun Sect.
In the Qiyun Sect, if someone is over thirty and hasn’t broken through to the Spirit Summoning Realm yet and wants to take on a role within the sect, they could become a sect manager; in the Lishui Sect, they would become an outer elder.
Similarly, disciples over forty, whose cultivation hadn’t broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, would become deacons in the Qiyun Sect, serving on behalf of the sect either within or outside the sect territories, whereas in the Lishui Sect, they would become inner elders.
Therefore, the title of ’elder’ is not highly regarded in the Lishui Sect.
However, judging by his attire, this Elder Zhou seems to be an inner elder of the Lishui Sect.
That Elder Zhou of the Lishui Sect widened his eyes and was shocked, "A Silver Line Demon Eagle, and it’s the notorious Lower-grade Earth Level Demon Beast, the Silver Line Demon Eagle."
"A Lower-grade Earth Level Demon Beast? With your cultivation, isn’t it an easy catch? Why not hunt it down and make some extra money?" Another Lishui Sect disciple said.
In the Yin Mountain Blood Gorge, because the scent of blood left from battles had lingered for so long, Demon Beasts commonly roamed around, so the disciples of the Lishui Sect were quite accustomed to this.
"Go on then, you try it!"
Elder Zhou smacked the back of that disciple’s head, "Bird Demons typically punch above their weight class in strength, remember? Senior Brother Chu was crippled by a Silver Line Demon Eagle King."
"Just be quiet and contain your Qi; that Silver Line Demon Eagle is probably hunting. It should leave soon."
In the end, Elder Zhou added, "For a mission like this, losing your life isn’t worth it."
Hearing this, the Lishui Sect disciple lamented, "Ah, when will this ever end? I really have no idea why the sect wants us to guard this place. Other than Demon Beasts, you can’t even spot a single person."
"What’s with all these complaints? Shh, contain your breath, that Silver Line Demon Eagle is descending."
As they spoke, the Silver Line Demon Eagle in the sky swooped down towards the ground, vanishing from their sight.
In the sky, Ye Zhen, who had transformed into the Silver Line Demon Eagle, let out a sigh of relief only after he noticed that no Lishui Sect martial artists had appeared.
His idea behind transforming into the Silver Line Demon Eagle was simple; flying-type Demon Beasts were not to be trifled with.
A martial artist at the Spirit Summoning Realm would rather hunt ten beast-type Demon Beasts than engage with a single flying-type Demon Beast.
Even martial artists in the Spirit Transformation Realm felt the same.
Flying-type Demon Beasts generally have high speeds, and once they’re wounded and manage to fly away, martial artists of the same level would have a hard time being able to catch up.
Whoosh!
Within the Yin Mountain Blood Gorge, Demon Beasts were a common sight.
Carrying Meng Xiaoyue on his back, Ye Zhen abruptly landed, the illusory light on his body vanished as he returned to his true form, and he immediately rolled behind a massive stone to hide.
After quickly surveying his surroundings, Ye Zhen felt somewhat reassured.
The gorge was filled with towering boulders, limiting visibility, and as long as they stayed on the ground without causing any disturbances, the Lishui Sect martial artists five or six miles away would hardly detect their presence.
"A bit more to the center, move a little towards the center. Brother Ye Zhen, I can sense it, my father’s Qi..."
After landing, the True Yuan and Blood Qi inside Meng Xiaoyue surged even more violently, as if she were caught in some strange illusion, murmuring to herself.
Ye Zhen understood that this must be the inheritance power within Meng Xiaoyue responding mysteriously to the inheritance left by Meng Chuan here, leading her to mistake it as her father’s Qi.
"Little Yue, we’ve arrived. What should we do next?"
Ye Zhen was also clueless about the exact procedure of the inheritance. Liao Feibai’s instructions were simple: upon arrival, everything depended on Meng Xiaoyue’s actions.
Since Meng Shouchuan was able to send out a beam of inheritable Spirit Light to Meng Xiaoyue before his death, there must be a follow-up arrangement.
"Brother Ye Zhen, I’m so nervous..."
Meng Xiaoyue clutched Ye Zhen’s hand tightly, shaking continuously.
Ye Zhen could distinctly feel a special force inside Meng Xiaoyue that was rapidly gathering.
"Father, is that you?"
Whoosh!
The moment Meng Xiaoyue murmured, a ray of Spirit Light burst forth from the top of her head, trembling violently with a hum!
It felt as if it were summoning something.
The very next moment, the entire Yin Mountain Blood Gorge seemed to boil over as thousands of rays of Spirit Light identical to the one above Meng Xiaoyue’s head rose from the depths of the gorge.
Hum!
The Spirit Light above Meng Xiaoyue’s head trembled once again!
The thousands of rays of Spirit Light that had just risen from beneath the ground, as if heeding a call, whisked towards the Spirit Light above Meng Xiaoyue’s head!
Seeing this, Ye Zhen, whose hand was tightly grasped by Meng Xiaoyue, could only force a wry smile. The inheritance had begun, but wasn’t this spectacle a bit too extravagant? (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we invite you to vote for us on Qidian (qidian.com) with your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)

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