TL note: In ancient (even modern) China, people believing in the same religions, or those who practice certain kinds of magic, often call people from other religions or people who also practice magic, as ‘fellow’, in a very polite way.
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Chapter 116: ‘Fellow’
With the magical power of the [Mantra Dan with Nine Secret Words], Ji Hao hid the power aura that was being released from his body, and the body of Mr. Crow, then silently sneaked out of the Cold Stream Valley.
Mr. Crow had seriously been injured not long ago. Although its injuries were half recovered, its wings’ muscles were still badly hurt, which disabled it from flying. Standing in the heavy rain, Ji Hao carefully put Mr. Crow, who had shrunk its body, into his cloth, then cast an [escape magic], transformed into a hazy, watery-mist-like silhouette, and started running in the dense jungle at his highest speed.
Because of the heavy rain, the entire jungle had been filled with great water-power. Ji Hao had cast the [After-born Water Manipulating Magic], and felt like a fish that had finally gotten back into the boundless sea, swimming freely. Within a day and night, Ji Hao had run for thousands of miles.
Ji Zhuo was one of the oldest elders of the Fire Crow Clan. In the Southern Wasteland, elders that had lived long enough were the most precious wealth of a clan - they were all incredibly knowledgeable, knew about all kinds of mysterious magics and possessed secret information.
For example, in a secret valley that was located fifty thousand miles away from the Cold Stream valley, a small battle fort had secretly been built by the Zhu Rong Country. The Guards of Gods were guarding the fort all year round. And within that fort, was a transporting-magic-formation, which directly lead to the central area of the Zhu Rong Country. How could this kind of top secret information be known by ordinary Southern Wasteland Clan’s clansmen?
“Mr. Crow, if we travel day and night, we can get to the secret valley in around only seven days,” said Ji Hao in a low voice, while thrusting a round pill that was made by Qing Fu, into Mr. Crow’s beak.
Caw!
Mr. Crow flapped its wings and unhappily let out a deep caw. Only fifty thousand miles, if he could fly at its highest speed, it would have taken him only one hour to get to the secret valley, but currently, Ji Hao could only run with his feet.
Ji Hao could have borrowed Ji Zhuo’s contracted Fire Crow, however, a couple of weeks ago Ji Zhuo had fought against the enemies for a few times; his crow had been badly wounded during the fights as well, and was now trying its best to recover; therefore, this reinforcement-seeking mission could only depend on Ji Hao.
“Alright, Mr. Crow, you should rest peacefully. When you have fully recovered, we will kill all those stinking snakes together...Hm, what do you think, should we go to Pu Ban city, or wait until brother Po comes back?”
Mr. Crow popped up his eyes, seemingly lost in deep thought.
The sun rose and fell, over and over again. Three days had passed very fast. Ji Hao had been running in the jungle during the whole three days and without even taking a nap; he had already covered over twenty-thousand-mile of distance. During his journey, with the help of the [Mantra Dan with Nine Secret Words], and the cover of this endless heavy rain, Ji Hao had safely gone past a few areas that were ruled by terrifyingly dangerous beasts and had traveled over half the distance.
Mr. Crow had been taking the medicine given by Qing Fu and recovered a bit more from his injuries. He was now standing on Ji Hao’s shoulder and cawing, while flapping its wings from time to time, telling Ji Hao that he only needed to rest for another half day, one day tops, after which it would be able to fly again.
Although he couldn’t fly at its highest speed yet, at least it would be much faster than Ji Hao was currently.
Ji Hao rushed for another half a day, then abruptly stopped. He gasped deeply, and spew out a turbid sphere of waste air our for tens of zhangs far, along with a great heat. All of the raindrops that were touched by the air evaporated instantly, and a tank-thick white mist column had emerged in the air.
Breathing deeply for air, Ji Hao then locked his hands together, quickly drawing the natural power into his body from the surrounding areas. The natural power was being absorbed by the Golden Dan in his spiritual space, once it had been breathed into his body. Ji Hao had just rushed in the jungle for half a day, which had cost ninety-percent of the Golden Dan’s power; therefore, Ji Hao had now stopped, adjusting his breath, and replenishing his power.
Within the area that had a radius of hundreds of zhangs, the path of all the raindrops were weirdly twisting. Those raindrops fell on the ground while rotating rapidly, then quietly seeped into the soil, without splashing the slightest bit of water. Even the loud raining sound around Ji Hao had suddenly stopped, and the jungle surrounding Ji Hao for miles around had suddenly become very quiet. The wind stopped blowing, the trees and the bushes stopped swaying, even the speed with which the raindrops were falling became slower and slower, to the point where those raindrops even seemed to have frozen in the air.
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