Zhongli Jingyi mentioning that immediately made Yu Ziling understand it was because of Ji Changkong. After a moment of hesitation, Yu Ziling said, "I don't need you to escort me.

I'll trade with you." (For the full novel, visit .1⑥κ.(1κ.O.Literature.com) (O①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|O①﹌23ㄣ.ツEO①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|This book is reposted from Yi Er San Chinese Net O①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|O①﹌23ㄣ.ツEO①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|This book is reposted from Yi Er San Chinese Net) "She has something to trade, just let her trade with you," Ji Changkong interjected. Zhongli Jingyi smiled faintly.

"Brother Changkong is too kind; this matter is easily settled." "Yu Ziling, discuss the exchange with them yourself. I'm heading back to Poison Dragon Pool with them first." Unable to find Zhao Meilan, Jia Rongfeng, or the others, Ji Changkong felt helpless.

He couldn't just wander aimlessly through the Great Marsh of Yunmeng forever. Besides, the news of him rampaging through the Great Marsh with a host of fierce beasts must have spread like wildfire.

If Jia Rongfeng and Zhao Meilan were still there, they couldn't possibly be unaware of it. If they were sensible, they would have long since retreated far from the Great Marsh.

"Very well, I'll stay with them then." Yu Ziling considered it, then leaned close to Ji Changkong, whispering a warning, "Be careful. Once you leave the beast pack, some people might make a move against you.

It's best if you stay at Poison Dragon Pool for a while longer, until the turmoil subsides, before returning to the Ji family." Yu Ziling possessed the means to protect herself. Even separated from Zhongli Jingyi, given her strength and ruthlessly decisive methods, she would likely be fine.

"I know what to do," Ji Changkong replied with a smile. "Changkong, be careful.

You really shouldn't stay with us. (O①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|O①﹌23ㄣ.ツEO①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|This book is reposted from Yi Er San Chinese Net O①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|O①﹌23ㄣ.ツEO①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|This book is reposted from Yi Er San Chinese Net) It's too dangerous!

In the shadows, countless eyes are fixed on the treasures carried by our Blazing Fury Beasts," Zhongli Jingyi urged. Nodding, Ji Changkong didn't say much more.

After exchanging a few low words with Yu Ziling, Ji Changkong mounted the Heavenly Sturgeon Winged Dragon and, with his contingent of fierce beasts, circled around Zhongli Jingyi and his party, heading towards Poison Dragon Pool. ...

Just a few miles from Zhongli Jingyi, a piercing shriek suddenly echoed from the distance, followed by violent fluctuations of primal energy emanating from Zhongli Jingyi's location. Ji Changkong’s expression shifted slightly.

Sensing carefully, he immediately realized a fierce battle was erupting where Zhongli Jingyi was. Those various Heavenly Masters who had been lurking in the shadows before had refrained from attacking the envoys of the Southern Barbarians due to the presence of the fierce beast pack.

Now that he had departed, some couldn't hold back. Fearing any further delay, they intended to crush the Southern Barbarian envoys' defenses as quickly as possible, seize the loot, and flee the Great Marsh of Yunmeng.

The intense primal energy waves in the distance signaled a major conflict—flashes of light streaked through the void, interspersed with wisps of dark energy. Ji Changkong hesitated.

His connection to Zhongli Jingyi, Zhongli Hui, and Yu Ziling was merely that of acquaintances met in passing; there was no deep bond. His earlier decision to take the beast pack to Poison Dragon Pool was precisely to avoid being drawn into such muddy waters.

He lacked the sufficient power to genuinely aid Zhongli Jingyi's group, and the Heavenly Masters lurking in the darkness were terrifyingly strong; the fierce beast pack might not be enough to deter them all. (O①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|O①﹌23ㄣ.ツEO①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|This book is reposted from Yi Er San Chinese Net O①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|O①﹌23ㄣ.ツEO①﹌23ㄣ.ツE|This book is reposted from Yi Er San Chinese Net) If he and the beasts became involved, beasts like the Heavenly Sturgeon Winged Dragon and the Three-Eyed Dragon Python could suffer undeserved calamity.

Even if they managed to kill some Heavenly Masters, it was doubtful the beasts would emerge unscathed. To Ji Changkong, his rapport with the beasts was deeper than his association with Zhongli Jingyi and Zhongli Hui.

To force the beasts to fight and die for Zhongli Jingyi and Zhongli Hui, even if they were willing, felt deeply unfair to him. After a period of indecision, Ji Changkong spoke to the Heavenly Sturgeon Winged Dragon, "Let the rest return to Poison Dragon Pool first.

You and I will go take a look. If we can help, we will; if not, we won't." The Heavenly Sturgeon Winged Dragon was immensely powerful.

If he went with it just to observe, as long as he wasn't fighting to the death for Zhongli Jingyi, it should be fine. Furthermore, Ji Changkong secretly wished to witness firsthand the terrifying spectacle of truly powerful Heavenly Masters engaging in combat.

The Heavenly Sturgeon Winged Dragon understood Ji Changkong’s words and seemed capable of assessing the situation. It lifted its head and roared towards the Flying Sky Blood Serpent, the Three-Eyed Dragon Python, and the Nine-Headed Serpent.

At the sound of the dragon's roar, the other fierce beasts looked back at Ji Changkong with visible reluctance, then gathered into their troop and obediently returned toward Poison Dragon Pool. "Let's go, we'll go back and see," Ji Changkong commanded.

The Heavenly Sturgeon Winged Dragon carried him, banking swiftly. In mere breaths, they arrived at the site of the conflict.

... The Nine Barbarian Heavenly Masters drew their bows, loosing arrows imbued with raging fire, biting frost, and fierce winds; one arrow shot forth transformed into a meteor, moving with the swiftness of cold lightning.

Where the arrows struck, the earth thundered; ancient trees burst into flame or were felled outright by a single shot. Brilliant arcs of light scattered everywhere as phantom projections of the Four Holy Beasts bared their savage visages in the void.

The ground kicked up swirling dust as giants forged from the concentrated Earth Primal Force charged towards the Southern Barbarian envoys. A blinding sphere of light slammed into the center of the envoys.

The Blazing Fury Beast, struck squarely, sprayed blood and bolted wildly, whereupon the Heavenly Masters lurking in the shadows swarmed it, looting every satchel it carried. Zhongli Jingyi, Zhongli Hui, and Yu Ziling remained huddled near the central Blazing Fury Beast.

This localized area remained free from the general onslaught of the Heavenly Masters. The vicious attackers who rushed toward them seemed hesitant, deterred from assaulting Zhongli Jingyi directly.

The battle raged fiercely. Many Southern Barbarian envoys were cut down, yet some of the lurking Heavenly Masters were also killed by the terrifying power contained within the envoys' arrows.

Any Heavenly Master who successfully snatched a treasure from a Blazing Fury Beast would immediately flee the area, only to be pursued by a host of others attempting to seize the newly acquired bounty. As one Blazing Fury Beast after another fell, and satchels were plundered, the pressure on the Southern Barbarian envoys paradoxically began to lessen.

This was because those who had just secured the treasure instantly became targets for others. Many shifted their battle focus, pursuing the looters in hopes of snatching the spoils from them.

Corpses hung from ancient trees; some Heavenly Masters were reduced to ash, their flesh and blood scattered. Faces were contorted into savage masks, eyes gleaming with icy, greedy malice.

At times, they wouldn't even spare their comrades who had arrived alongside them, suddenly striking out without warning. This carnage was bloodier and more brutal than crocodiles fighting over carrion!

... Perched atop the Heavenly Sturgeon Winged Dragon, Ji Changkong took no part in the fighting.

Any Heavenly Master fleeing in his direction would instinctively veer away upon seeing the terrifying visage of the winged dragon. Watching the brutal, bloody slaughter unfolding around him, Ji Changkong remained impassive.

He finally realized that humans were the most savage species in this world. No fierce beast could match humanity's ability to elevate cruel slaughter to such an absolute extreme.

Beasts generally refrained from attacking their own kind, never their kin. But they would.

Slowly, a cold detachment settled over Ji Changkong's heart. He watched the bloody massacre of the fittest continue right beside him, observing those consumed by greed—men who, moments before, laughed with comrades and shared a common enemy, would, upon seeing their companion secure a treasure, turn with utterly unpredictable malice.

... He had come to realize the terror inherent in the human heart.

"This is madness. This world is truly different from what I imagined," Ji Changkong murmured sadly, seemingly unable to believe human depravity could sink so low.

"It seems I must learn to adapt to this world!" After a long pause, Ji Changkong whispered thoughtfully.