Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 320 - 233 cast a long line to catch a big fish (no more today)_1

Chapter 320: 233 cast a long line to catch a big fish (no more today)_1

The Thousand Spider Mountain Range is located in the central part of Lu Country, stretching tens of thousands of miles and home to a large number of demonic spiders, hence its name.

A blue escape light appeared in the distant sky and quickly flew towards this place.

Before long, the blue escape light stopped, and the light converged to reveal a blue glowing flying boat with Shen Long and three others standing on it.

On their way here, they had heard about several groups of Barbarian Cultivators attacking the Human Clan’s important strongholds, and some Evil Cultivators were also causing trouble amidst the chaos.

"According to our current speed, it will take no more than seven days to reach Jiang Country,"

Xu Yang said.

"Let’s push ourselves and hurry to Jiang Country. The next target of the Barbarian Cultivators is likely to be Jiang Country..."

Shen Long hadn’t finished speaking when a dazzling silver thunder light lit up in the distance.

Shen Long frowned, his Divine Sense fully extended. He sensed that thirty li away, two Core Formation Cultivators were engaged in combat.

"Someone is in combat! Let’s go take a look."

With a command from Shen Long’s spell, the Seacrossing Boat shone with a blinding blue light and flew towards the southwest direction.

Thirty li away, in an open area, a burly silver-shirted young man was entangled in battle with Tang Yilong. Tang Yilong was covered in blood, his right arm missing, and his aura weak.

A Silver Giant Eagle, with its wings spanning three zhang, soared in the sky, occasionally releasing silver lightning thick as an adult’s arm towards Tang Yilong.

Tang Yilong, holding a golden spear, flicked his wrist and a swath of golden spear shadows swept out, defeating the incoming Silver Giant Eagle.

A gigantic golden seal flew towards Tang Yilong, aiming to crush him.

Tang Yilong’s face turned pale with shock. Just as he was about to defend himself, the Silver Giant Eagle dived from the sky, heading straight for him.

Before the Silver Giant Eagle could get close, it released several thick bolts of silver lightning, all targeting Tang Yilong.

Tang Yilong quickly waved his golden spear, unleashing a heavy barrage of spear shadows that shattered the silver lightning, and the golden seal smashed down at the same time.

Right then, two blue great axes flew through the air, striking the golden seal and producing a muffled sound of metal clashing, causing the golden seal to fly backward.

Shen Long and his companions had arrived. The silver-shirted young man frowned, pinched his spell, and the Silver Giant Eagle flapped its wings slightly, releasing several bolts of thick silver lightning that shot straight towards Shen Long and the others.

Wei Tianming’s right fist shone with golden light, sprouting numerous dragon scales, and he punched outwards, sending a Golden Giant Fist flashing forward, while Lin Yutong brought out a white umbrella, casting a thick white light shield that covered the four of them.

The silver lightning and Golden Giant Fist perished together, the shock wave rolling through the air.

Taking advantage of this, the silver-shirted young man turned into a silver escape light and broke away, moving very quickly, while the Silver Giant Eagle continued to release silver lightning to attack Shen Long and his company.

A gust of wind blew past and Shen Long appeared, blocking the silver-shirted young man’s way.

He had a pair of red wings on his back, and both his hands had turned into red dragon claws, heading straight for the silver-shirted young man.

The silver-shirted young man reacted quickly. His fists struck forward, and at the same time, he spat out a silver long knife aimed at Shen Long.

Shen Long’s right claw struck the silver knife while his left claw went straight for the silver-shirted young man.

As the red dragon claw collided with the silver knife, a metallic clang echoed, sending the silver knife flying backward. The young man’s right fist met the red dragon claw, and a scream rang out.

The red dragon claw left several horrific gashes on the silver-shirted young man’s right arm, tearing his silver shirt to shreds.

A thick bolt of silver lightning descended from the sky, aiming for Shen Long.

Shen Long’s red wings flapped gently, and he vanished from the spot, avoiding the silver lightning. The silver-shirted young man took the opportunity and his body shone brightly as he flew into the distance.

Wei Tianming and the others were about to give chase when a hundred massive silver knife lights swept towards them. They each made a move to defend.

After a series of tremendous booms, the shock wave rolled through the air.

Shen Long didn’t pursue the silver-shirted young man, his face wearing a mocking expression.

He wasn’t unable to chase; rather, he was biding his time, playing the long game. The Pursuing Spirit Beast had already memorized the man’s Divine Sense fluctuations, and Shen Long had also acquired a piece of the man’s clothing. The Green-Eyed Spirit Fox could use this scent to track him.

"Taoist Friend Tang, long time no see,"

Shen Long greeted with a smile.

Decades ago, when he was traveling in Shu Country, he met Tang Yilong. After many years, Tang Yilong had advanced to the Core Formation Stage.

"Taoist Friend Shen, long time no see. I owe you a great debt this time. Without your help, I would have perished,"

Tang Yilong said gratefully, his voice weak.

"How were you attacked by the Barbarian Cultivators? How many of them were there?"

Shen Long asked.

"We were escorting a shipment of supplies to the frontline. Just a thousand li from the marketplace, we were ambushed by seven Core Formation Cultivators, led by someone named Wu Tu, who has reached the Late Stage of Core Formation,"

Tang Yilong’s voice was weak.

"Taoist Friend Tang, you should take an Elixir and heal first,"

Shen Long said.

Tang Yilong nodded, took out a golden medicinal pill, swallowed it down, and sat cross-legged to start healing through cultivating.

"Taoist Friend Shen, why aren’t you pursuing?"

Wei Tianming asked with confusion.

"Play the long game to catch the big fish. Killing a small fry, what great merit can it bring?"

Shen Long explained.

"Does Taoist Friend Shen have a way to track this person’s location?"

Lin Yutong asked in surprise.

"Fairy Lin, have you forgotten? Our Spirit Control Sect is best at Insect Repelling and Controlling Beast Taming; tracking the enemy is nothing to us,"

Xu Yang said with pride on his face.

"The scent won’t last forever, right? Shall we pursue now?"

Wei Tianming suggested.

"You all guard Taoist Friend Tang while he heals. Once he’s finished, escort him back to the marketplace. I will be back shortly,"

Shen Long said. After finishing his words, the red wings on his back gently fluttered, and he disappeared from the spot.

"Taoist Friend Xu, isn’t it too dangerous for Taoist Friend Shen to go alone?"

Wei Tianming said.

"Don’t worry, Taoist Friend Wei. Junior Brother Shen is very strong; he won’t have any problems,"

Xu Yang explained with a grin.

The last time they were ambushed, Shen Long alone had killed five Core Formation Cultivators. This time, there were only seven Core Formation Cultivators, hardly a match for Shen Long.

Shen Long’s cultivation was stuck at a bottleneck; he was likely using these people to break through the bottleneck.

Wei Tianming was about to speak but hesitated. He wasn’t worried about Shen Long’s safety, but rather he wanted a share of the merits. He had already made a promise before; having lost to Shen Long, he would listen to Shen Long’s decisions.

Thousands of li away, in an underground cavern, six figures, five men and one woman, gathered, with Wu Tu among them, his expression cold.

A Silver Giant Eagle carried a young man in silver clothing as it flew in. The young man’s expression was panicked.

"Ba He, why have you delayed so long? Is it taken care of?"

Wu Tu asked.

"No, I encountered four Core Formation Cultivators from the Human Clan. I was injured by them; we must retreat quickly,"

Ba He urged.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a harsh sound of tearing through the air was heard, the cavern collapsed, and a Golden Great Rod descended from the sky, smashing towards Wu Tu.

"Ba He, did you lead the enemy back here?"

Wu Tu was furious and, while speaking, brought out a Golden Giant Axe to meet the Golden Great Rod.

The Golden Great Rod collided with the Golden Giant Axe, emitting a dull thud of metal striking metal and sparks flying everywhere.

"I didn’t! I’ve been using my Divine Sense to scan our surroundings and didn’t detect any trackers!"

Ba He explained, his face full of confusion.

A burst of firelight appeared, and a greenish-red phoenix appeared without warning behind Ba He, striking his body. The greenish-red flames engulfed Ba He’s figure as he let out a miserable cry, struggling violently, his body radiating bright silver light in an attempt to extinguish the flames to no avail.

A torrent of white ice blades shot towards Wu Tu and the others.