Chapter 155: Being Spied On

“Do you all think Tier 9 Demonic Beasts are that easy to encounter?”

Bing Ji’s sneer echoed in the ears of the several people.

“Can’t you use your Demonic Sense to feel whether there’s a Demonic Beast stronger than you in there?” Lou Mu Yan telepathically asked Bing Ji.

Bing Ji pursed his lips, “Half of my Demonic Energy was sealed by that kid, so my Demonic Sense naturally couldn’t penetrate it either.”

Lou Mu Yan chuckled at his tone: “Even if he didn’t seal your Demonic Energy, your Demonic Sense can’t penetrate that layer of fog right.”

Bing Ji froze, “Cough, that layer of fog is a natural barrier, so even if the Tier 9 Demonic Beast is here, it’d be unable to spy.”

Lou Mu Yan no longer communicated telepathically to him, and asked the several people with a smile on her lips, “Do you all still want to go in?”

“What’s Mu Yan’s plan?” Ye Qing Han asked with some interest on his face.

“Naturally to go in and take a look. There’s no reason to shrink back after coming.” Lou Mu Yan said.

Shi Feng and Mu Yi also had never entered the Three Dangerous Areas, so at this time, they were filled with interest. Lou Mu Yan, a little girl, wasn’t even afraid, they were even less so.

Although Ling Fei Yang sat in a wheelchair, but his cultivation base still remained at Sword King. He smiled softly and said: “Let’s go in and take a look.”

Yun Lan naturally wouldn’t object, so he pushed Ling Fei Yang into the foggy forest with the few people.

There wasn’t anything like poisonous gas when entering the foggy forest, and instead, the Spiritual Force inside was much denser than outside, while it was still a foggy scenery up ahead, unable to see what’s in front.

“Everyone be careful.” Ye Qing Han found out that after entering the foggy forest, his Mental Energy still couldn’t detect his surroundings, so he cautiously said to the few people.

Lou Mu Yan thought for a bit then released Mo Yan, “Do you know this kind of foggy forest?”

Mo Yan’s indifferent eyes swept the surroundings, then telepathically said: “This is a Natural Spiritual Force Barrier that can isolate all probing of Mental Energy and Demonic Sense. But the Demonic Beasts deep in the forest can still discover all your presences.”

“Is there really a Tier 9 Demonic Beast here?” Lou Mu Yan thought that since there were such rumours, it shouldn’t be too distorted.

Mo Yan said: “Naturally there is. He’s paying attention to all your movements at this moments.”

“What?” Lou Mu Yan was stunned, then asked: “How did you know that when you can’t use your Demonic Sense to probe the fog?”

“Although the Demonic Sense can’t penetrate into the foggy forest, I can still feel a very faint Demonic Sense currently cast towards us. All your movements can’t escape his eyes.” Mo Yan’s tone carried a rare trace of gravity.

Lou Mu Yan furrowed her brows and said: “Then aren’t we just voluntarily sending ourselves to his door for him to slaughter? Is it really the aura of a Tier 9 Demonic Beast?”

“I’m certain it’s definitely a Tier 9 Demonic Beast spying. As for slaughtering you guys, I don’t think that’s likely. There’s no killing intent in his aura.” Mo Yan paused, then said: “You’re just catching a few Tier 5 Demonic Beasts, you won’t anger him. As long as you don’t step into the range of his Core Territory, then it’s fine.”

“Is this the pride of you, Demonic Beasts?” Lou Mu Yan asked, remembering Bing Ji’s words.

Mo Yan glanced lightly at the ostentatious seven-coloured parrot on Lou Mu Yan’s shoulder, then said: “It’s not necessarily that every Demonic Beast is unbending and proud, but for most high-level Demonic Beasts, they follow such a principle and aren’t as calculating as humans.”

“Mo kid, why did you look at This Little Master1 when you said the first part?” Bing Ji’s voice sounded in Lou Mu Yan’s Sea of Consciousness.

Lou Mu Yan’s Ancient Contract Skill was different from the Beast Taming Skill of this Continent. All Demonic Beasts could communicate on their own in the Sea of Consciousness, so Mo Yan’s words were naturally heard by Bing Ji.

Mo Yan looked at him coldly, “I mean precisely you, what will you do?” This bird talked in Lou Mu Yan’s Sea of Consciousness all day—it was just too noisy.

“Humph, This Little Master won’t lower myself to the same level as you, a Tier 5 Demonic Beast.”

Bing Ji found that Mo Yan’s gaze was too horrifying and also knew that the other party’s bloodline talent was much purer than him as a descendant of a Cyan Luan, so every time they fought, there was always a pressure. Offending this Mo kid definitely was more awful than offending Owner.

“Even if Mo Yan’s Tier 5 now, you probably still won’t be able to beat him with you currently suppressed at Tier 6.” Lou Mu Yan raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, speaking more favourably about Mo Yan.

After all, Mo Yan was a high-level Demon Cultivator that had re-cultivated. He had broken through from Tier 1 all the way to Tier 5 in such a short time, and his cultivation speed was much faster than hers. Bing Ji this dabbler Divine Beast simply couldn’t be compared to him. Moreover, in terms of experience and exposure, Bing Ji couldn’t catch up to Mo Yan, not even by a dozen streets.

“Owner, you’re too biased. Bing Ji likes you so much, how could you like that cold fellow more.” Bing Ji had long felt that Mo Yan wasn’t simple, that’s why he naturally wouldn’t be so stupid as to provoke him again and again, so he rubbed Lou Mu Yan’s shoulder with his head and changed the subject.

Lou Mu Yan held her forehead—was this guy really a Tier 8 Demonic Beast? Why did he have no principles or ethics.

But with the addition of Bing Ji, their lives had become a lot livelier. Although sometimes he was a bit noisy, but it could also make people unconsciously relax.

At the same time, sitting in a towering palace was a cyan-clothed man with a grave and stern appearance, wearing a crown. There was an image condensed from Demonic Sense in front of him, and within the image were the movements of Lou Mu Yan and her group.

“Monarch, do they need to be cleaned up?” A dark-skinned man stood respectfully beneath the man’s throne and asked after looking at the scene in the image.

The cyan-clothed man laid his chin on his fist languidly and said in a cold and indifferent voice: “As long as they don’t step into the Thunder Domain, you don’t need to care.”

They were just a few Sword King Stage Sword Masters and weren’t worth him acting. Not to mention he had long made an agreement with human powerhouses. As long as human Sword Masters didn’t step into the Thunder Domain, then it wasn’t considered an encroachment.

“Yes!”

He waved his hand casually and the image in mid-air disappeared instantly. Then he got up and went back to his sleeping quarters.

“His Demonic Sense has been withdrawn.” Mo Yan stared into the air and suddenly said.

Lou Mu Yan nodded. When she first entered this foggy forest, although she couldn’t feel the Demonic Sense Mo Yan spoke of, but she had felt a kind of palpitation of fear in her heart. Now that bad feeling had also disappeared.

Her Mental Energy, ever since the last time in the Glacial Mountain Range where it was condensed into a net and completely depleted, had fallen into a state of dormancy. This was a state where it was accumulating to explode and advance. Now, she could only use a small part of it, so she couldn’t detect the opponent’s Demonic Sense.

The few people fumbled and walked slowly for a while, then Lou Mu Yan’s eyes sharpened. She raised her hand and flicked a few fire blades towards the front left of her, “Be careful.”

As soon as her voice fell, everyone heard the densely packed sounds of [shiu shiu], and countless icicles sprayed out from the thick fog in front of them, directly attacking them.

When approaching, one third of the icicles were melted by Lou Mu Yan’s fire blades while the remaining two thirds were slightly blocked before continuing to fly towards the few other people.

But with Lou Mu Yan’s reminder and the buffer of the fire blades, the others had long reacted, waving their swords, and numerous sword auras that exuded different coloured lights slashed towards the icicles.

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1小爷 (xiǎo yé). I just translated it to ‘Little Master’. But this ‘Master’ has the meaning of the master from ‘Young Master’ and not the master as in ‘Master-Disciple’. Once again an arrogant way of self-address that one can use. But I guess Bing Ji isn’t too confident in front of Mo Yan this time because he didn’t use ‘Big Master’ (大爷 dà yé) like he did with Huo Xiao hahaha (for continuing readers, instead of ‘This Uncle’ that I translated to initially when Bing Ji spoke with Huo Xiao, I changed it to ‘Big Master’ ‘cause it made more sense. Yeah, idk why I’m so bothered by these small details tbh XD)