The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 576 - 330 Interception_2

Since Chen Ding mysteriously disappeared, then he will have to complete the remaining tasks.

The sound of a door opening came from behind. Chun Yijing, neatly dressed, stepped out of the room, her eyes shy and timid as she looked at him.

He turned his head and gave her a smile, extending his arm to embrace her: "I will definitely get to the bottom of that little thief who dares to drug you!"

She said resentfully: "I want to go back and ask my father to pursue him!"

He asked in surprise: "Your father?"

"Yes," Chun Yijing said with bitten lips, "My father is the Building Owner of Gold Storage Tower; he must seek justice for me on this matter." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Duanmu Yan exclaimed in admiration: "The name of Gold Storage Tower is known throughout the Northwest. May I have the honor of witnessing it?"

Chun Yijing glanced at him, seemingly recalling something, and said with a blush and a laugh: "Why not? Just come with me."

Duanmu Yan curiously asked: "Aren’t you afraid of my ill intentions by rashly taking me there?"

Chun Yijing covered her mouth and chuckled: "In this world, no one can run wild inside Gold Storage Tower. What’s there for me to worry about?" Having said that, she ignored his thoughtful expression and pulled him along to leave.

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This night, the moon was dim, the stars sparse, and darkness enveloped everything.

The fifteen-year-old Raji was woken up from her sleep by her mother. She rubbed her eyes, and under the dim light, she could vaguely see her mother’s face covered in tears: "My child, run quickly. The villagers are going to capture you to sacrifice to the Lake God!"

Sacrifice to the Lake God! The live offerings to the Lake God had never emerged again once sacrificed; Raji was instantly jolted awake.

In the village where people came and went, the usually kind uncles and aunts were holding torches, lighting up the entire large village clearly and thoroughly. However, Raji, from the shadow of her own thatched house, crouched and scurried, groping her way into the forest.

Not long after, the village chief, flanked by several burly men, stormed into their thatched house with a fierce air, lifting her mother out of the house and shouting harshly: "Where have you hidden Raji?"

The villagers surrounded her mother with furious emotions. Her mother was shivering badly but said to the village chief: "My daughter is still so young and has committed no wrongs; please spare her life."

Before the village chief could speak, the strong man in front of him angrily said: "She has offended the Lake God, and now the Lake God has sent down punishment. Hand her over to calm the Lake God’s wrath, otherwise, the entire village will have to accompany her in death!"

These words ignited the crowd’s emotions, and the villagers’ discussions grew louder. Raji, hiding in the forest, saw someone throw a stone at her mother’s forehead, a trickle of fresh blood running down her cheek.

The boy throwing stones had been beaten by her just two days ago. Raji really wanted to rush forward to slap that little brat and beat him up, but she just clenched her fists tightly, turned around, and ran away. If her mother wanted her to escape, then she must escape.

A sharp-eyed child in the village spotted a shadow moving in the forest and shouted, "There’s someone in the forest, it must be Raji!" Instantly, a long line of torches surged forward.

Raji sprinted with all her might. She was a child raised in the mountains; once she started running, she quickly left the pursuers behind.

The deep night of the mountains was not quiet, with frequent howls of wolves and growls of bears. What refuge could a solitary fifteen-year-old girl find, away from the village that raised her? She clearly knew that she could not go to Kambu’s place anymore.

She had run wildly for two hours and didn’t know how far she had gone, but she was aware the villagers hadn’t given up on her, for whenever she stopped to pick wild fruits or drink from a stream, torches would appear in the distance, like grim reaper’s firelights. There were hunters in the village who could track bears, wolves, tigers, and leopards, and they could certainly track a girl.

Further on lay the deep mountains. Raji hesitated as she looked at the dense forest in the distance, shrouded in darkness, emitting a chill and ominous air. Since childhood, they had been taught to stay away from this primitive forest.

But she had no path of return. Raji would rather be eaten by wild beasts; she had a premonition that if caught by the villagers, the consequences would be even more tragic.

As the voices behind her drew nearer, she bit her teeth and began to move her increasingly heavy feet.

Running and running. This dark forest was eerily quiet, without a single living creature in sight, not even the wolf packs and blind bears she feared most.

Perhaps she could hide in this jungle for a few days, and then sneak back to find her mother once the storm had passed?

With that thought, her pace slowed, and she no longer panicked. But the deep nights in The Great West were bitterly cold. It was over thirty degrees at midday, but at night it dropped to just above zero. She had sweated from running here, and now with her speed slowed, the cold wind made her head swell, and her feet felt like they were being filled with lead, even heavier.

The energy supplied by the bowl of sweet potato porridge at dinner had long been depleted after running all the way. Hungry and panicked, Raji knew she was running out of strength and needed to find a place to stay overnight, or else she wouldn’t make it till morning without succumbing to illness.

But as she was contemplating, the dense forest ahead suddenly began to shake.

With a thunderous roar, a huge dark shadow burst out of the woods, carrying with it a foul wind.

Such a big wild boar! Raji had never seen such a large wild boar in her life; even the best hunter in the village, who had once caught a wild boar, was only one-fifth the size of this colossal beast!

This dark giant boar stood over eight feet tall at the shoulder (about 2.6 meters), its bristles as hard as steel needles, and its mountain-like huge body caused the ground to tremble heavily with every landing. The contracting muscles rippled powerfully as it ran, bulging high. It seemed to carry at least two thousand pounds of flesh. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, Monthly Ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)