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Actually, the reason why Yang Ruoxi didn't advise Cheng Qing earlier was because she knew that Cheng Qing's true combat strength was far above paper strength. After all, the recent battles were still fresh in his mind. Not only that, Cheng Qing wouldn't do something that he had no confidence in.1

All in all, there was a great deal of risk in dealing with Zhong Yiming, but it wasn't as if there was no chance of victory at all. The outcome was entirely up to Cheng Qing. Yang Ruoxi had basically handed over her life to Cheng Qing.

What Yang Ruoxi didn't say was that she definitely wouldn't do something like that first.

Actually, he wasn't the only one. Who would dare to place their lives in the hands of others so easily? The reason Yang Ruoxi came over was because she trusted Cheng Qing.

It was not common in the cultivation world to entrust one's life with trust.

Cheng Qing changed his direction and checked the traces on the road, then said to Yang Ruoxi, "The traces are still fresh, the other party isn't moving fast, we'll catch up soon enough."

Yang Ruoxi had already seen Cheng Qing's skill of tracking in the wild, so she didn't find it strange at all.

Chen Qing stood up and glanced at Yang Ruoxi, "Let's chase after them for a distance of two hours, then act tonight."

Yang Ruoxi nodded.

"… …"

There was no starlight in the night at Qilian Mountain. The Nine-tailed Fox's domain was like a curtain in the sky, blocking out all the light in the sky. Everything in sight was dark and oppressive.

The cold wind that blew in from the northwest grew stronger and stronger. Even the physically strong cultivators could clearly feel the approach of late autumn.

Aside from the cold, the howling wind also seemed to carry with it a faint, lingering smell of blood, constantly reminding the cultivators that this was a battlefield that could be deadly at any time.

A temporary campsite was built on a leeward slope of the barren mountain. Three white yurts were arranged in a shape, surrounded by a bonfire that was about half the height of a man. Ten cultivators were gathered in front of the bonfire, eating the freshly roasted wild deer meat in silence.

The most fatty meat of the wild deer was naturally given to Commander Zhong Yiming. However, this didn't make him happy. On the contrary, Zhong Yiming, who had bitten off a chunk of black venison, was looking unhappy.

"This meat has been roasted by you all, but it doesn't have any taste at all. Furthermore, it's so f * cking salty. Is this meat for a pig to eat?" Zhong Yiming finally could no longer endure the pain of the meat being stuffed between his teeth. He angrily smashed his deer leg into the fire, causing a lot of the burning firewood to bounce away.

The sparks that flew in all directions landed on his robes, making Zhong Yiming, who was already unhappy, even more furious. He stood up, kicked the fire halfway and cursed, "Trash!"

The followers buried their heads in the meat and didn't dare to make a sound. Wang Qi, who was in charge of roasting the venison, lowered his head, afraid that Zhong Yiming would see his face and vent his anger on him.

Compared to the majority of the ordinary people who were unable to cultivate, cultivators, even if only in the skyrocketing realm, were considered experts in the secular world. Naturally, they would not do chores like cooking and cooking.

Among the cultivators that came with him, only Wang Qi could be considered to know how to barbecue. Honestly speaking, his skills weren't bad, at least the other cultivators were eating with relish. However, this ordinary roasted meat obviously didn't meet the requirements of Zhong Yiming, who was used to the delicacies of mountains and seas.

A few cultivators quietly tidied up the scattered bonfires. Some of them even looked around uneasily.

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