The Peerless Beauty Stuck With Me

Chapter 1284 - 1283: Demon Beast Burial Ground

The ancestral legacy's route deduction diagram seems flawless, the route is correct."This involves the ancestral legacy too?

Tang Rao found it curious—since this ancestral legacy, deemed good, was preserved, it can't be that only the three of them know. Even if there's no leakage, surely others are aware of the existence of the Seven-colored Dragon.

Such a valuable thing, yet no rumors have spread. Tang Rao instantly realized this situation is anything but normal.

"You say the route is correct, but despite our long walk, the heavy Yin energy persists. Don't you think there's a problem?"

The Blonde Hair and Purple Hair pinned all their hopes on Black Hair; he was the pillar. If others couldn't explain, Black Hair always could.

"So what you're implying is that there's an issue with the ancestral legacy?"

Black Hair's gaze sharpened; the one thing he detested most was others doubting him.

"No, that's not what we mean. It's just strange—why does the path we walk always seem like a mistaken route, going round and round in error?"

This was also what Tang Rao wanted to know, but as it was their private matter, he chose to simply listen—drawing attention to oneself never comes easy.

"Perhaps your so-called ancestor set up an Enchanting Spell for others, to avoid making the dragon too easy for others to find."

Having stayed at this place, Tang Rao didn't wish to squander his precious youth in an environment full of heavy Yin energy.

Tang Rao spoke as if giving Black Hair a step down, from which Black Hair figured out how to explain to the other two.

"See, even outsiders perceive it clearly, yet the two of you are questioning me. Have you gone stupid, or do you simply not want anything from the Seven-colored Dragon anymore?"

Black Hair felt justified, speaking with more confidence.

All four moved forward together. But the further they went, the heavier the Yin energy grew. Purple Hair, the weaker one, was already feeling unwell.

"How much longer until we get there? I'm almost done for."

Everything about Purple Hair turned purple, from his hair to his skin.

"Looking at this fog, it should still be quite a distance."

Black Hair spoke coldly.

His voice was nearly as icy as the surrounding Yin energy.

"Quite a bit longer?"

Upon hearing this, Purple Hair faltered, unable to continue, collapsing entirely.

"Gong San, what's wrong?"

Black Hair remained unmoved, while Blonde Hair knew to squat down to check if Purple Hair was still alive. Unfortunately, Purple Hair couldn't withstand the Yin energy, and the first succumbed.

"Don't bother looking, he's already dead."

Tang Rao knew even without looking—the body had turned purple and couldn't move. What concept is that?

"Dead?"

Blonde Hair muttered, put Purple Hair down, and with equally detached eyes, continued walking forward.

No one suggested even digging a pit to bury Purple Hair.

Only Tang Rao noticed how Black Hair took Purple Hair's Space Ring after Purple Hair expired.

But Tang Rao remained silent throughout; eventually, these things would belong to him. Black Hair now acted as Tang Rao's Housekeeper, safekeeping his belongings—Tang Rao couldn't be happier.

The fog quickly dispersed, surroundings becoming clear, and Yin energy was no longer as intense as before.

Tang Rao was truly thankful for the beads Li Yun gifted him then—able to resist pressure and allow him to walk freely amidst the heavy Yin energy. Perhaps Black Hair never imagined Tang Rao could emerge from the fog.

"Are we there yet? After the fog, it shouldn't be the Seven-colored Dragon, for why is there only endless grass and nothing else on this vast field?"

Indeed, they'd seen right—beyond the fog, not a single tree grew here, only expansive grassland resembling the color pattern overhead.

"Tang Rao, there are Demon Beast Crystal Cores here—a lot, a lot."

Tang Rao also fretted about finding nothing valuable; what good could the prairie hold? But a moment later, Little Hedgehog corrected Tang Rao's immature notion.

"Really? A lot of Demon Beast Crystal Cores?"

Surprised, Tang Rao asked, fortunate that only he and Little Hedgehog heard him, or it would've stirred up trouble.

"Yeah, loads, I've even caught the scent of the Crystal Cores; there must be a Demon Beast Burial Ground around."

Besides the Crystal Core scent, Little Hedgehog also caught the smell of decaying corpses.

Tang Rao had heard of the Demon Beast Burial Grounds. Demon Beasts could sense their life span, and when nearing life's end, they'd go willingly to the Burial Ground, awaiting their life's conclusion—a ritual they valued immensely.

Unfortunately, Demon Beast Burial Grounds were known only to Demon Beasts. For humans to find one was like chasing an impossible dream.

"You can find the Demon Beast Burial Ground?"

All along, Tang Rao and Little Hedgehog communicated via Divine Sense. Even while traversing the prairie, Tang Rao's anomaly went unnoticed.

"I could find it, but here you are, still under the watchful eyes of those two—going to the Burial Ground now, you'll get found."

Little Hedgehog had a point; while the Crystal Cores held importance, Tang Rao desired them greatly, wanting to see the Seven-colored Dragon Black Hair spoke of even more.

"Can we come back after finding the Seven-colored Dragon then?"

After consideration, Tang Rao finally thought of a better approach.

"That's the only option, although I can't guarantee once the Seven-colored Dragon is found, you won't be directly teleported out, as it's happened before."

Saying so, Tang Rao pondered and felt this possibility existed.

When it came to choosing Crystal Cores or seeking the Seven-colored Dragon, Tang Rao made the latter choice.

"Let's see the Seven-colored Dragon first—the Crystal Cores can be searched next time."

Having decisively let go, Tang Rao hastened to catch up with Black Hair's pace, to prevent them from suspecting and promptly solving Tang Rao.

"It's odd though, isn't it? Despite Lion Mountain being rumored as incredibly dangerous, why haven't we encountered any Demon Beasts along the way? Have they changed and no longer care about humans contesting territory?"

Tang Rao's question was also on Black Hair and Blonde Hair's minds.

Despite Black Hair's strength and knowledge, he couldn't predict Lion Mountain's threats—clear danger on a path without even a trace of a Demon Beast, what is there to play with?

"Roar!"

As the three pondered, a roar echoed from the mountaintop—the sound alone nearly shattered Tang Rao's eardrums.

"Roar!"

The second roar, now striking at the nerves.

Tang Rao assumed he could endure such sounds until nearly breaking down, realizing it was all due to his naive expectations.

Much like Tang Rao, Blonde Hair fared no better, turning away only to find Blonde Hair a blood-soaked figure.