Chapter 105: The White Horse Emerges

Chapter 105: The White Horse Appears (Second Update)

After the three oaths were sworn, neither side made any further demands. Without wasting any more words, each took an oath to the Ancestor of Humanity. Fang Junmei entrusted the Human Clan’s Thousand-Mechanism Gu to Qi Yu. Although a few had died at Golden Light Village, Fang Junmei had done his utmost to save the rest.

“Kid, we will meet again!” Having secured the Human Clan’s Thousand-Mechanism Gu, Qi Yu’s eyes regained a calmness as he fixed his gaze on Fang Junmei, a sinister smile curling his lips.

“Then the day we meet again will be the day I kill you,” Fang Junmei retorted coldly.

Qi Yu laughed heartily, his expression and tone dripping with undisguised contempt. “There are plenty who want to kill me. Who do you think you are?” With those arrogant words left hanging in the air, Qi Yu summoned a yellow cloud and sped toward the horizon.

Their confrontation had reached a temporary pause. On the surface, Qi Yu had obtained what he sought, but to have forced him to this point was no small feat on Fang Junmei’s part.

Watching Qi Yu depart, Fang Junmei strode forward and first checked the injuries of the young boy nearby.

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Footsteps came from another direction. The mortals of the village finally emerged, each standing at a distance, unwilling to approach Fang Junmei. Their gazes were not solely filled with gratitude—they also held fear, unfamiliarity, and even a hidden resentment. Perhaps in their hearts, they blamed Fang Junmei for the calamity that had befallen them.

Yet, if not for him, the entire Golden Light Village would have suffered the same fate as Grey Stone Village.

No one stepped forward to greet or thank him; the settlement was as silent as death.

The young boy had fainted from his wounds. After a quick examination, Fang Junmei fed him a few medicinal pills. Looking up, he saw figures standing at the village entrance. Their eyes met his, but each lowered their head quickly.

Though their expressions were complex, Fang Junmei caught every nuance and understood what they harbored in their hearts, sighing softly.

Yet, his nature was open and broad-minded; he held no grudge against these villagers. After a moment’s thought, he turned to Di Hu and said, “That man won’t trouble you again. But in this wild forest, there’s an evil sect of immortals. There’s no telling when others might come looking for trouble. Di Hu, take these people back north. Find a remote mountain area to survive. Though there is war there, at least you can resist. Don’t forget to keep in touch with the other villages.”

Having said this, Fang Junmei didn’t know what else to add. He then invoked the Rainbow Transformation Technique and flew off into the distance.

In Golden Light Village, Di Hu’s eyes brimmed with shame. With a loud thud, he knelt on the ground, facing the direction Fang Junmei had flown, and said, “Thank you, Divine Healer, for saving our lives.”

Thud, thud, thud—the sound of many knees hitting the ground echoed.

“Thank you, Divine Healer.”

…

The villagers all expressed their gratitude, some even weeping quietly.

After all, they were simple mountain folk, not truly ungrateful.

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In the distant sky, Fang Junmei seemed to hear the voices of gratitude from Golden Light Village. His narrowed pupils widened, and he felt that all he had done was worthwhile. Possessing great power was not for selfishness, nor for bullying the weak.

Unconsciously, his gaze grew firmer and clearer.

From that day forward, Fang Junmei resumed his search for the white horse’s trail, all the while keeping a wary eye on Qi Yu.

So far, Fang Junmei still did not know Qi Yu’s true name, but he sensed that Qi Yu was not to be underestimated. If Qi Yu continued to grow, he might become a formidable enemy. Such a man must be dealt with sooner rather than later.

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Elsewhere, after several days of flight, Qi Yu found a remote mountain valley. He opened a cave and entered, not returning to his sect or going far beyond.

Inside the cave, he retrieved a fist-sized luminous pearl for light, then took out the Human Clan’s Thousand-Mechanism Gu to inspect it carefully.

“Though the number is slightly less, it should be enough to raise two Linked-Heart Gu. Once I can forge one of these, I’ll find a chance to strike that beast. I don’t believe something that fast wouldn’t have powerful attacks. It must be because it hasn’t grown up yet,” Qi Yu murmured to himself.

After speaking, he took out seven or eight boxes and began preparations. No one knew what strange properties the Linked-Heart Gu had, nor what that beast he mentioned truly was.

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Fang Junmei’s search radius expanded steadily.

As time passed, he clearly sensed an increasing number of cultivators coming and going in the region. Most were Dust-Phase cultivators, their origins unclear.

“Could these people also be here for that horse?” he wondered silently as he watched a figure fly across the sky.

Though the wild forest was vast, many cultivators passed through. It was impossible that Long Jinyi was the only one to have discovered the horse. Perhaps others who had found it had encountered it multiple times and already understood its feeding habits.

Birds returned to their nests, insects chirped loudly.

Soon, dusk fell again. The sky darkened gradually, and the bright moon rose high, casting its soft, clear light over the mountainous night, illuminating the landscape with uncommon brightness.

Unable to find the horse after a long search and sensing his rivals multiply, Fang Junmei grew slightly anxious. That night, he resolved not to rest, instead searching in the darkness.

A white figure drifted beneath the moonlight, evoking a sense of wild, ethereal wonder.

Time ticked slowly by.

At midnight, Fang Junmei landed atop a high mountain ridge to feel the night breeze. Suddenly, he sensed the earth beneath him tremble.

The shaking was subtle—had he not been standing on the ground, he might not have detected it so quickly.

His heart stirred; his eyes, ears, and spiritual senses probed outward.

While his eyes and spiritual senses detected nothing unusual, his ears faintly caught the distant roars of beasts or demons from the north.

“Could it be… that the horse has finally appeared?” he thought.

His eyes brightened. Without hesitation, he unleashed the Rainbow Transformation Technique and soared northward in pursuit.

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In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Fang Junmei clearly saw the wild grass below sway strangely. Looking closer, he saw what were clearly beasts racing frantically through the grass, their eyes filled with terror and panic.

Boom, boom—

Soon, several towering elephant-like demon beasts appeared in his vision. In the sky, flocks of birds and bird-like demons fled in all directions.

The sounds of flapping wings and roars melded into chaos.

Countless living creatures were fleeing for their lives.

After a few moments of scanning, Fang Junmei fixed on a direction and flew toward it.

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Sss—

After crossing another ridge, the powerful, resonant whinny of a horse finally reached Fang Junmei’s ears. It was the first time in his life he had seen the creature destined to entwine his fate.

Beneath the bright moonlight in a deep mountain valley stood a snowy white horse. Its mouth was wide open, releasing three horizontal, golden, whirlwind-like spells that sucked in several lion-like demon beasts.

The horse’s size was comparable to a normal adult horse, with a golden mane flowing wildly. Its muscles were taut and strong, embodying a certain masculine beauty. Its entire body seemed to radiate a brilliant luster.

Its gaze carried a noble and proud aura, as though it were a king looking down on the world with supreme disdain.

The horse’s aura was similar to that of a human cultivator at the early Dao Embryo stage. Among the lion-like demon beasts, at least two radiated similar strength, yet none could resist. They merely flailed their claws wildly, attempting to flee but were caught within the horse’s swirling wind.

Whoosh!

Amid the gale, golden particles like petals floated—what they were, no one knew.

The demon beasts flying toward the horse’s mouth shrank rapidly upon touching the golden light.

In moments, they were swallowed whole. There was no chewing, no blood spilling from the white horse’s mouth.

“What kind of monster is this… Could it have another world inside its belly?” Fang Junmei whispered, staring at the white horse.

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Swish!

It was as if the white horse had heard him. It suddenly turned its head sharply to meet Fang Junmei’s gaze. After a moment, its eyes gleamed with profound contempt.

That was—the disdain of a king.