Chapter 112: Mu Chen on Wood Valley.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting the sprawling caravan in a shroud of inky darkness.

Mu Chen nestled deeper into the wooden planks, his body aching from the hours of tense vigilance.

"Hmm... Someone from Heaven Fall sect is attracting thunder tribulation," He dared not close his eyes, lest the thundering hooves of the sect's disciples echo in the distance.

The wooden valley was little faraway from east mountains.

Ssss!

A soft rustling nearby caused him to tense, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger concealed within his robes.

"Who's there?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the creaking of the wagon.

A shadowy figure materialized, and Mu Chen's grip on the blade tightened.

But then a familiar voice reached his ears, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Easy there, lad," the gruff merchant said, settling down beside him.

"Didn't mean to startle you. Can't be too careful these days, eh?"

Mu Chen nodded, relaxing his stance slightly.

"Forgive me, I'm on edge. The sect will no doubt be searching for me,"

The merchant's weathered features creased in a sympathetic frown.

"Aye, I figured as much. That's a mighty powerful sect you've run from. You must've had a good reason to risk their wrath,"

Mu Chen hesitated, weighing his words carefully.

"Of course, the sect will no doubt be scouring the area, looking for any sign of you. You'll need to be careful, keep a low profile,"

Mu Chen nodded slowly, his mind already whirring with possibilities. "Ironforge, hm? And what sort of work might I be able to find there?"

The merchant smiled lightly.

"Well now, that all depends on your skills, doesn't it? You strike me as the type who's no stranger to a good fight. Might be they could use a strong arm or two in the local militia. Or perhaps you've got a knack for something a bit...subtler?" He winked conspiratorially.

Mu Chen couldn't help but feel a flicker of intrigue.

"Subtler? senior speaks his heart" He paused, considering the implications.

"I suppose I could put my... Um, ah, less conventional skills to use. If the situation calls for it,"

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Zhoom* Zhoom* Zhoom*

One after another, the dazalling golden bolt of lightning striked Bai Lung's body, yet, he took them head on.

He couldn't believe time passed so fast, a single tome consumed his entire day.

Finally, after taking 9 lightning hit, Bai Lung let out a won't sigh, Dark Qi flaoting around him.

To think such Qi could be obtained at cheap price... Bai Lung couldn't be more happier, not to mention, there is also blood domain, which requires a ritual and sacrifice of 99 little girls.

[ Ding! Host has received some serious internal injury, your heart has been shaken a little. ]

Bai Lung nodded at system notification as Xiaoyu hugged him, his face remained cold and stoic.

"Things are going to get heated soon, I need to stay low for a moment, I can fight against entire society at the moment" Bai Lung closed his eyes, the next moment, he vanished from the sight.