novelapdf Chapter 368 The Mountain Man! The Black Wind King Being Riden!
Chapter 368 The Mountain Man! The Black Wind King Being Riden!
As dusk settled, the mountain behind the longevity village appeared exceptionally tranquil in the afterglow of the setting sun.
When Black Wind galloped into the mountains, it was initially quite unwilling. It thought to itself that it, the mighty Black Wind King, was being ordered around by that old eunuch to scout ahead, which was truly humiliating.
But when it ventures deep into the mountains and forests and smells the refreshing scent of fresh grass, all its unpleasantness vanishes into thin air.
"This grass...smells good!" Black Wind took a bite, and his eyes lit up immediately.
The grass in the mountains is different from ordinary wild grass; its leaves are lush and green, and there is a faint shimmer between the veins.
Although Black Wind was unfamiliar with rare and precious herbs, he could sense the gentle vitality contained within these herbs. After eating them, he felt warm all over, and even the fatigue from his recent travels dissipated considerably.
It ate with increasing gusto, and before it knew it, it had ventured deep into the mountains and forests.
As darkness fell completely, a bright moon climbed above the treetops, its cool light filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground. A mountain breeze rustled the leaves, and the occasional cry of a night bird added to the profound stillness of the place.
Black Wind was engrossed in munching on a particularly lush clump of grass when he suddenly heard rustling footsteps behind him.
It raised its head alertly, its ears perked up.
Under the moonlight, a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the woods.
He was a man who looked to be about forty years old, dressed in coarse linen clothes and straw sandals, carrying a bundle of firewood on his shoulder. He looked like an ordinary mountain dweller.
He had an ordinary face, dark skin, and calloused hands. He walked with a steady but erratic gait, completely unlike a cultivator.
Black Wind breathed a sigh of relief and continued to graze.
Although it was subdued by the old eunuch, it was still a demon at heart, and ordinary mortals could not get close to it. As long as it released even a trace of its demonic aura, it could terrify its opponent so much that they would run away in terror.
The man approached, stopped, and curiously looked at Black Wind.
"A fine horse."
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, "This coat, this build, is much better than the old yellow ox at Zheng Ergou's house in the village."
Black Wind ignored him and continued chewing on the grass.
The next moment, the man suddenly threw the firewood on his shoulder to the ground, clapped his hands, and walked straight toward Black Wind.
Black Wind paused, then sneered inwardly. It casually raised its foreleg, preparing to teach this arrogant mortal a lesson!
But just as it raised its hoof, a sudden change occurred.
The man's right hand stretched out seemingly casually, the movement incredibly slow; Black Wind could even see every line on his palm. Yet, this slow, deliberate grab strangely bypassed all of Black Wind's defenses, precisely seizing its mane.
Black Wind froze.
It sensed an indescribable power emanating from the man's hand. It was not spiritual power, nor demonic power, nor any power it recognized, but rather a kind of... a natural force, integrated with the entire mountain.
It felt as if it wasn't a hand gripping it, but the weight of the entire mountain.
"hiss!"
The black wind howled in terror, its four hooves pounding the ground, unleashing a deafening burst of demonic energy. The surrounding vegetation was tossed about by the shockwave, and several deep craters were carved into the ground.
But the man didn't budge.
He was still gripping Black Wind's mane, a hint of doubt on his face: "This horse has quite a temper."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently patted Black Wind's neck with his left hand.
Black Wind felt a warm current flow into its body, and the demonic energy it had painstakingly gathered dissipated rapidly like melting ice and snow. Its limbs went weak, and it collapsed to its knees with a thud.
"Good, that's right." The man nodded in satisfaction, then mounted his horse.
Black Wind was both shocked and furious, struggling desperately, but the warm current within its body locked away its demonic power, preventing it from even lifting its hooves.
What terrified it even more was that it couldn't sense any cultivation fluctuations from the man at all!
He's just a complete mortal!
How could a mortal possibly subdue it?
"Master...save me!"
Black Wind roared wildly in his heart, sending his divine sense to the old eunuch outside the mountain.
The man seemed to sense something, looked up in the direction of Longevity Village, and grinned: "There are others? No rush, let me show you around first."
He squeezed his legs together, and Black Wind involuntarily stood up and obediently walked into the depths of the forest.
shame!
Black Wind wished he could just smash his head against a wall and die.
It was a dignified sixth-tier demon horse. Although it couldn't compare to those great demons, it was still a force to be reckoned with in the mortal world. Now, it was being ridden by a mortal like an ordinary dung horse, without even the power to resist.
Under the moonlight, a man and a horse walked slowly through the mountains and forests.
The man's riding posture was very clumsy, his body swaying from side to side with the black wind's pace, while he hummed an unknown tune.
He would pat Black Wind's neck from time to time, and tug at the reins from time to time, even though Black Wind wasn't wearing any reins and looked quite carefree.
Black Wind was so frustrated it was about to explode, but the warm current within its body bound it like shackles, preventing it from even hissing and forcing it to move mechanically.
The mountain road winds its way deeper and deeper into the mountains.
Black Wind noticed that this mountain forest was quite different from ordinary mountains and fields. Under the moonlight, faint golden patterns appeared on the surface of some rocks. These patterns were extremely ancient and complex, and looking at them for too long made one dizzy. The vegetation along the roadside was also unusually lush. Many of the plants were ones it had never seen before, with leaves that shimmered and emitted a refreshing fragrance.
Even more strangely, the deeper you go, the richer the vitality in the air becomes. It's a pure, gentle vitality, devoid of any attributes, as if the entire mountain is a living organism, slowly breathing.
"arrive."
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly spoke.
Black Wind stopped and looked up, only to see an open space ahead. There were no trees, only a flat meadow, and in the center of the meadow stood a huge, three-zhang-tall, blue boulder.
The surface of the boulder was as smooth as a mirror, gleaming with a faint bluish light under the moonlight. Upon closer inspection, the surface was covered with densely packed runes, which shared the same origin as the golden patterns on the rock, but were even more intricate and mysterious.
They are not still, but flow slowly like water, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, as if breathing.
The man dismounted from his horse, walked to the boulder, and gently stroked its surface.
His movements were very light and slow, as if he were caressing a rare treasure.
Black Wind tried to break free from the warm current's hold, but as soon as it exerted its strength, the warm current tightened abruptly, causing it to tremble in pain.
"Don't rush," the man said without turning his head, "Let me finish reading."
He sat cross-legged in front of the boulder and closed his eyes.
As the moonlight shone down, the runes on the stone surface suddenly began to flow faster, and wisps of visible cyan energy seeped out from the runes, slowly entering the man's body.
His breathing gradually became long and deep, his chest rising and falling slightly, perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the runes flowing on the stone surface.
(Taking leave today, only one update...)