The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 336 - 200 Tracking_2

It seems these puppets have already satisfied his curiosity and perhaps even inspired him with new ideas. Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t help but remind him aloud, "Can you locate the Mountain God’s position?"

Tu Jin ceased his action, turned around, and mentioned, "Yes. Although these puppets no longer possess Divine Sense, their basic memories remain. I have browsed through their memories and can see where they usually take people!"

Ning Xiaoxian followed the direction of his finger and sighed slightly. He was pointing exactly towards the location of Kunlong Mountain!

Indeed, where else could the Mountain God reside if not in the Snow Mountain? Climbing the mountain in such freezing cold weather is no easy task. She bowed her head and asked the youth surnamed Fu, "It seems the secrets are all hidden in the mountain, that place is too dangerous, why don’t you return to the village and wait for my news?"

But the young boy shook his head, his face resolute.

Alas, he was also someone who wouldn’t turn back until hitting the southern wall. Now that there were only the three of them alive in this place, there was no need for discretion. Tu Jin transformed into a Qishou, and Ning Xiaoxian, lifting the boy, mounted it. Clouds formed beneath the Qishou’s feet, and they flew through the air.

Once it flew, the youth surnamed Fu immediately experienced the awkwardness Ning Xiaoxian first felt when riding the Qishou, exacerbated by the blizzard—sharp as knives—striking his face. His skin on his face cracked open several slices. Yet, he endured the pain, clenching his teeth and refusing to cry out.

Noticing this, Ning Xiaoxian carefully raised the collar of her mink coat to cover his head, only exposing his eyes.

"Changtian, what is the boy’s aptitude like?" she softly asked, her voice disappearing into the blustering snow, but she knew Changtian could hear her.

"Shang Ke. He has the Water and Earth Dual Element Spirit Root, even if sent to a Great Sect, there will be people who want him," Changtian indeed knew her well.

She gently "Mhm" in response. The Qishou flew for a little while then began to descend, stopping in front of an inconspicuous cave entrance at Windfall. Kunlong Mountain is a group of majestic mountain ranges, and this was merely a small cave below the waist of a shorter peak, hidden in the snow and not very noticeable.

Ning Xiaoxian approached and looked closely, only to discover that this cave entrance was formed by a collapse. It was unknown how many years ago this collapse occurred; the fallen rocks and snow were mixed together, indistinguishable from one another.

The three of them jumped into the cave, Tu Jin immediately frowned and said, "There are no signs of living humans here." With the ability of a Soul Cultivator, locating the souls of living humans within tens of miles was an effortless task.

The youth surnamed Fu shuddered, and his eyes couldn’t help but turn red. Up to this point, his father was only missing, and naturally, he harbored some hope. Tu Jin’s words essentially declared his father’s death sentence.

Ning Xiaoxian glanced at him but did not speak to comfort him, leading the way instead. Since the boy had insisted on coming, he needed to be prepared for any outcome.

Tu Jin stopped her, warning, "Be careful, there might be mechanisms!"

Ning Xiaoxian smiled and said, "What kind of mechanisms could there be on a path that even puppets can walk?" Nevertheless, she quietly remained alert and wary.

This cave was unimpressive, but surprisingly, it had several branching paths. Were Tu Jin not by her side, Ning Xiaoxian would have started marking the stone walls, as she has quite a poor sense of direction.

However, even as they walked to the end of this path, they saw no strange obstructions, only passing through several large natural stone rooms.

When they reached the next stone room, Tu Jin suddenly let out a light gasp. The previous rooms were all empty, but this one was piled with bodies like a small mountain.

Even with Ning Xiaoxian’s boldness, such a sudden sight of a mountain of corpses made her involuntarily step back half a step. The youth surnamed Fu gasped in fright and closed his eyes, not daring to look anymore.

Tu Jin casually flipped over a male corpse. The man’s clothes were still neatly dressed, but his body was shriveled, like a deflated balloon, resembling a mummy from another era. However, the formation of a mummy takes hundreds of years, and this man did not look like he had been here for that long.

Even stranger was that his facial expression was calm and serene, with even a hint of a smile on his lips as if he was not meeting his death. Tu Jin flipped over a few more corpses, and all were the same. He looked carefully before declaring solemnly, "All the essence, qi, blood, and even their souls from these people are gone." What remained on the ground were merely empty husks of their bodies.

She shivered, involuntarily recalling in the secret chamber beneath the Rock City Lord’s Mansion those four sacrificial victims from whom Master Fan had taken essence, qi, and blood; their deaths were very similar to those of the corpses here.

"Father!" The youth surnamed Fu opened his eyes, suddenly ran to a male corpse, flipped it over, took one look, and finally collapsed on the corpse, wailing and crying out. The room filled with bodies echoed with the youth’s loud cries of torment, making the atmosphere even more mournfully terrifying.

Tu Jin did not linger, sprinting forward with his feet barely touching the ground. In a short time, he came back, shaking his head, "There are seven more stone rooms ahead, also filled with bodies, but mostly they have turned into decayed skeletons, stinking terribly."

Given the freezing cold today, the bodies in this stone room hadn’t begun to decompose or deteriorate; those in the rooms ahead were likely the remains of travelers who had met their demise over the years, naturally having long turned to white bones.

In this stone room alone, there were at least thirty bodies. Counting the previous seven rooms, the victims numbered at least over two hundred! Although her courage was not small, having recently transcended her mortal body, seeing her fellow beings suffer such a massacre made her face turn pale. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)