Chapter 718: Chapter 608: Traveling at Night_2 Su Jing’s ink-black pupils coldly slid over her face, his indifferent expression making it difficult to capture any unusual emotion, “Corpse demon, Chengmo River, is it strange that such a big matter concerns me?” Her watertight reply made Yin Baishuang’s delicate brows furrow. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was slightly off, Baili An hurriedly changed the subject, “Has Tian Gan Mountain been peaceful in recent days? The Demon Clan patrols the mountain day and night; I wonder how Wen Hanwei and the others are faring now.” It was an offhand question, and Baili An still had great confidence in the Barrier that disturbed Tian Gan Mountain. And the entire Demon Clan had recently been so troubled by the affair of the four Demon Emperors that they hardly had the spare time to focus on dealing with Wen Hanwei and her group within Tian Gan Mountain. Though there were people patrolling the mountain day and night, the number of troops was clearly much less than in the previous days. Unexpectedly, Su Jing’s gaze darkened, and he looked not so well, “Last night, Wen Hanwei and the others were attacked by the native demon ghosts of the mountain during the night. She suffered some injuries and was unconscious for most of the day, only waking up tonight.” Baili An’s face changed, “What? Sister Wen is injured?” Ning Feiyan asked curiously, “You’ve never left this hall; how do you know so clearly about what happened to Wen Hanwei?” Su Jing said, “When I was young, Wen Hanwei planted a Dao Sword thought in my body, which can be used for sound transmission and positioning.” He glanced at Baili An and continued, “Although the native demon ghosts of Tian Gan Mountain were ferocious, for some reason, they had no intent to kill. After injuring several people in the cave, they dispersed and left. They did not report their location to Mo City, so for the time being, Wen Hanwei is not in danger of losing her life. You need not worry too much.” Hearing this, both Baili An and Ning Feiyan frowned secretly, feeling that something about this incident was very strange. Setting aside the question of how Wen Hanwei, who had managed to escape through the encirclement of numerous Demon Generals to reach Tian Gan Mountain, happened to be so unguarded as to be injured by mountain demon ghosts. And the fact that the demon ghosts injured without killing and left in silence was also difficult to surmise their purpose. Su Jing said, “Wen Hanwei is running low on medicinal herbs. Night has fallen, and I would like to go up the mountain to deliver some.” Ning Feiyan smiled and suggested, “The search for the Gate within the books is urgent. How about I accompany you?” Su Jing glanced at her and did not reject her ‘kindness,’ merely nodding slightly, “Thank you for the trouble.” Ning Feiyan’s character was usually not to take action without a guaranteed gain, so it was quite a surprise to Baili An that she would volunteer for such a task. But seeing the inscrutable smile in her eyes, he seemed to understand. What truly made Ning Feiyan willing to make the trip was probably her interest in the mountain’s injuring demon ghost. The hotpot dinner quickly came to an end, and Ning Feiyan gathered some hidden medicinal herbs and went with Su Jing to Tian Gan Mountain. With their abilities, they easily avoided the eyes of the Guard Army on the mountain. Yin Baishuang was about to return to her room for meditation and rest when she was stopped by Baili An, “Miss Yin.” Yin Baishuang looked at the Ghost Grass he offered with surprise, “This is…” Baili An said, “Now the Bronze Gate of Ghost Mountain is closed, and there is only this one stalk of Ghost Grass left in the entire Six Realms. I know you entered the Demon World to find this Ghost Grass for Shou.” Looking at the Ghost Grass in his hand, Yin Baishuang’s desolate brows rarely gained a warm smile as she said, “I thought you had a better relationship with Su Jing?” Baili An was puzzled, “What?” Without further niceties, Yin Baishuang took the Ghost Grass and said, “Don’t you know that Su Jing also came to this realm for this grass?” Her smile deepened, “If she knew that you gave the Ghost Grass to me instead of her, her mood would surely be very delicate.” Judging by her demeanor, she had no intention of feeding the grass to little Shou and was probably planning to flaunt it in front of Su Jing. With Su Jing’s unflappable nature, it would be strange if such juvenile tactics could upset her. Yin Baishuang had just stepped over the threshold when she suddenly sensed something and turned to look back at Baili An, “Actually, going up the mountain to deliver medicine won’t take much time, but you chose to stay. Surely there’s more to tonight than just reading, right?” Baili An shook his head helplessly at her sharp intuition, “I’ve only been given a limited number of secret scrolls by the Demon Lord. If I read quickly, I may finish them all in one night. But she has gone to suppress the Demon Emperor in the southern part of the Demon World, and I fear she will not be in the Royal City these days. However, having understood much from observing the ancient secrets of the Demon Clan last night, I actually want to go out and see this world.” While he had little interest in the power struggle of the Demon World, he was aware that to live in this world for a long time, survival without strength was an empty talk. Now that the Monarch’s Return Banquet had ended, it meant that he had at least a hundred years. The knowledge from these ancient secrets belonged to him alone. As such, why not transform this knowledge into strength and grasp it in his own hands. Yin Baishuang tidied up her sleeves and said, “I haven’t had a chance to move around much while hiding my identity in the Demon World these past days. How about taking me with you?” Baili An thought for a moment and replied, “Alright.” This was Yin Baishuang’s first deep excursion into the Demon World. She was unfamiliar with the terrain and power distribution of the Demon World. For Baili An, the secret scrolls he read the night before had inadvertently shown him a rough map of the Demon World’s terrain structure. A sorrowful wind filled the Capital. Under the vast night wind, evening insects flickered and fluttered within the Beast Cage stables, and the chilly wind skimming the ground whipped up a layer of thick, ash-colored dust and dried leaves. In an ordinary valley pass, dozens of giant Demon Beasts treaded the earth. The chilly night was filled with an insatiable stench as Demon Beasts freely hunted in the valley’s jungle. This valley seemed uncontrolled, with wild vegetation proliferating unchecked. Even the massive Demon Beasts engulfed by the forest sea would vanish, submerged to their halves. However, the dense foliage became the best cover in this world for the prey. But for the Demon Beasts, the dark jungle valley world was their innate and natural homeland. Any cover or obstacle in this place was hardly a matter of concern for them. Atop a hill, a giant White Ape, carrying a massive small mountain on its back, swiveled its bloodthirsty eyes eerily within its sockets. It bore no less than eight arms, six of which were incredibly long and wrapped backward around the mountain, gripping it with root-like stability. The other two arms were not short either; with a slight bend in the waist, the fingers could reach the ground. It suddenly threw back its head and howled, and the lengthy winds in the heavens abruptly changed direction, forming a massive vortex that it swallowed into its belly. The White Ape’s stomach visibly swelled at a pace discernable to the naked eye, and urgent rustling noises came from the dense jungle below the hill. It seemed countless creatures lurking in the underbrush felt immense pressure and fled in madness. The small mountain on the White Ape’s back suddenly trembled with a hum, emitting a terrifying thunderous boom akin to a Heavenly Drum. Trapped inside was a windstorm that swept toward the forest, flattening grass, splintering and breaking trees, and flinging stones chaotically. Not just rocks and grass were hurled upward, but amidst numerous screams of horror and urgency, dozens of human figures were lifted from the ground. However, before they even landed, the piercingly sharp Gale had torn their bodies apart. Blood and internal organs spilled everywhere, staining the withered grass and stones red. A Strong Wind swept through the environment, carrying the scent of fresh blood. Within the ancient long night, it soon attracted hundreds of Demon Wolves that finished off the remaining limbs and bits within the jungle. Some lucky survivors who were not yet dead could only witness an even more despairing cruelty, staring as several Demon Wolves approached with drooling, foul saliva. The immense fear deprived the dying man of the power to speak; he could only emit a strange raspy sound. The dying human’s mouth opened and closed, shouting hoarsely in frenzy, powerless to stop the Demon Wolves that bit into his head and hands; as they violently shook their heads, they tore him apart and devoured him.