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Chapter 103, Punishing the Rebels, The Cry of the Eagles of Resentment

"Sheng'er, be careful!"

Mu Qinghu cried out in surprise, his body glowing with golden spiritual patterns as he intercepted the two dark figures flying through the night sky, and they instantly clashed.

“Ding~ding~”

A series of sounds, like the violent clash of refined iron, rang out, accompanied by flashes of spiritual light.

Mu Yunsheng quickly retreated from the overgrown spirit field to the side. He saw that the two dark figures that Mu Qinghu had blocked were two strange birds with pale white faces and tiger stripes on their feathers.

"Chi Yuan! Chi Yuan!" These two strange birds, each with a wingspan of more than ten feet, fought against Mu Qinghu, who was at the fifth level of Body Refinement, and were not at a disadvantage at all.

They even overwhelmed Mu Qinghu, leaving him with no power to fight back and forcing him to rely on the body-refining golden patterns he had cultivated to protect himself.

"A human face and tiger feathers, with a cry like a wailing lament, this is a mid-grade first-tier demon beast from Huang Yuanzhou, the Crying Eagle. How could it appear in the Yun family's Mangshan spiritual land?"

Seeing the two strange birds fighting with Mu Qinghu, Mu Yunsheng was puzzled. However, he quickly formed a magic seal in his hand and used the Kui Mu Hidden Soul Nail, which he had cultivated to the highest level.

Silently, without any fluctuation of spiritual energy, it attacked the pale white face of one of the vengeful eagles.

"Xuanyan Puppet Driving Technique!"

"Flame Triple Blade!"

Mu Mengshu and Mu Kehua also quickly used their respective spells to attack the two vengeful eagles, assisting Mu Qinghu.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~" From beneath the wings of the two vengeful eagles, a black fan blew out, as if melting ice and snow, dispersing the powerful spells that Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu had unleashed.

"Pfft!" But the Hidden Soul Nail that Mu Yun Sheng controlled went unnoticed and pierced into the pale face of a vengeful eagle.

Although it could kill it, it also caused serious injuries to the face of the vengeful eagle, which fell from the sky with a mournful cry.

"Tiger Fiend Profound Gold Flame!" Upon seeing this scene, Mu Qinghu's eyes lit up, and the golden spiritual patterns around his body emitted golden flames as he leaped into the air.

He pressed down on the vengeful eagle that had fallen from the sky and slammed it into the rocks on the ground.

"Boom!" The rocks exploded, and a large crater was smashed into the ground formed entirely of rock.

"Crack~ Crack~" Golden flames burned on Mu Qinghu's body, scorching the surrounding rocks and distorting the air around him.

"Chi Yuan!" The hawk that had been smashed into the rocks was not dead. Mu Qinghu pressed it into the pit and made it endure the burning of golden flames.

"Chirp!" The vengeful eagle in the sky, seeing this scene, let out a cry it had never uttered before.

The cry was like a storm, or the wailing of a ghost.

"Buzz~" Upon hearing this, Mu Yunsheng's mind was instantly thrown into chaos, but he quickly regained his senses and looked towards Mu Kehua and the others.

Both Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu were in a state of mental chaos, unable to even maintain the flow of true energy within their bodies.

Only Mu Qinghu seemed unaffected, still burning with golden flames as he killed the vengeful eagle in the pit.

"Chirp! Wraith!" The vengeful eagle cried mournfully in the night sky, its wings retracting as it swooped down towards Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu, whose minds were in chaos and who had no power to resist.

"Grand Uncle, Second Grand Uncle, be careful!" Mu Yunsheng shouted hurriedly, while his hands moved in a magic seal, and walls of rocks and earth rose up in front of Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu.

"Woo~ woo~" At this moment, the melodious sound of bone flutes came from afar in the night sky.

"Chirp!" The swooping eagle of hatred, with a single flap of its wings, soared into the air, cried out in the night sky, circled once, and then flew towards the source of the bone flute sound.

There was no further lingering to remember the vengeful eagle that Mu Qinghu had killed.

"Gone?" Mu Yunsheng stared blankly at the suddenly departing Chouyuan Crying Eagle, and also heard the sound of a bone flute coming from afar in the night sky.

"How is Sheng'er? Is she hurt?"

Mu Qinghu dragged the vengeful hawk he had killed to Mu Yunsheng's side. Looking at the vengeful hawk flying away in the night sky, he frowned slightly and asked.

The golden flames burning all over his body dissipated, leaving his clothes undamaged.

"Father, I'm fine. Did you hear the sound of the bone flute coming from afar?" Mu Yunsheng shook his head and looked at the direction from which the sound of the bone flute had come from under the night sky.

The sound of the bone flute has now ceased, as the vengeful hawk has departed.

"Yes, of course I heard it. It seems that my Mu family has only just acquired the spiritual land, yet it has already attracted the covetous eyes of all sorts of demons and monsters." Mu Qinghu said with a smile, looking down at the vengeful eagle he had killed, his smiling expression turning cold.

“It shouldn’t be…” Mu Yunsheng said in a low voice, his eyes thoughtful. He had just received the spirit contract of Mangshan Spirit Land from Liu Jiangxuan today.

The news of the Mu family acquiring the sacred land had not yet spread, so why would anyone come to spy on the Mu family?

However, despite having these thoughts in mind, Mu Yunsheng did not elaborate to Mu Qinghu, but instead spoke up.

"Father, both my eldest and second uncles have been attacked by the 'Crying Eagle' and their souls have been injured. Let's go and check on them first."

After saying that, Mu Yunsheng and Mu Qinghu anxiously approached Mu Kehua and Mu Kehua.

"Ah~!" At this moment, Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu also woke up from their mental confusion, clutching their heads tightly and groaning in pain.
The two of them were old after all. Not only had their vital energy dried up and decayed, but even the strength of their souls was far inferior to that of other normal mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

Otherwise, even if the Soul-Crying Eagle's attack could disturb the minds of mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators, it wouldn't have caused them such distress.

"Grand Uncle, Second Grand Uncle, are you alright?" Mu Yunsheng and Mu Qinghu quickly helped Mu Kehua and the other man up, asking with concern.

"It's alright, I just need to rest for a while. It's just that I'm getting old. Otherwise, when I was young, I would have been like Sheng'er." Mu Kehua leaned against Mu Yunsheng, waved his hand and said, then forced himself to stand up, looked at Mu Yunsheng and asked.

"But Sheng'er, are you injured? What about those two vengeful hawks?"

"Uncle, Yun Sheng is not injured. Of the two vengeful eagles, one has already been killed by my father, and the other has escaped."

Mu Yunsheng replied, still supporting Mu Kehua with his hand.

"Haha~ Big brother, when you were the same age as Yun Sheng, you were only at the first level of Qi Refining. How could you compare to Yun Sheng?"

Mu Mengshu also struggled to his feet from Mu Qinghu's body. When he heard Mu Yunsheng say that he was not injured, a smile appeared on his dark, thin, and old farmer-like face, and he laughed.

Then, looking to the side, at the vengeful eagle that Mu Qinghu had killed, he continued speaking with a puzzled expression.

"But how did these two demonic beasts from Huangyuan Prefecture, the Enmity Crying Eagle, end up in the sacred land of Mangshan?"

"Perhaps they were attracted by the corpses of the Yun family members," Ke Hua said, paying no attention to Mu Mengshu's attack. Instead, his aged face showed pride and joy towards Mu Yunsheng.

Then he looked at the corpse of the vengeful bird that Mu Qinghu had discarded to the side, and continued, “I learned from the cultivators of Huangyuan Prefecture that they like to eat rotting corpses, especially human corpses. They can hover in the sky for more than ten days, watching the injured and dying cultivators.”

"After the cultivator takes his last breath, we will divide and eat his body."

"They also often hover over the desolate villages and oases in Huangyuan Prefecture, where water sources have dried up, for dozens of days or even months, feeding on the corpses of the dead mortals."

"Moreover, the cultivator from Huangyuan Prefecture also told me that the Enmity Crying Eagle is extremely vengeful, and if it cannot be killed, or if one escapes."

"They will be subject to the revenge of the escaping vengeful eagles at any time, which could last for decades."

As Mu Kehua spoke, his aged brows furrowed, and he thought of the vengeful eagle that had flown away.

When Mu Mengshu heard the last words he spoke, his brows furrowed, and he became worried.

“Uncle, Second Uncle, there’s no need to worry. This is Qian Yuan Prefecture, not Huang Yuan Prefecture. Even if that vengeful eagle that escaped will seek revenge in the future.”

"My Mu family is not to be trifled with. If we can kill one, we can kill a second."

A smile appeared on Mu Yunsheng's face as he spoke reassuringly, exchanging a glance with Mu Qinghu.

He did not intend to tell Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu that there were cultivators manipulating the two vengeful eagles behind them, so as not to cause the two elders any more worry.

“Yes, Yun Sheng is right. It’s just a beast. We can’t allow it to run rampant in our Caoyang Mu family. Qing Hu will come back to the clan with me tomorrow.”

"Summon the clan's guardian team, bring the demon-catching net, and if that vengeful eagle dares to return, make sure it never comes back, and use its blood and head."

"By offering sacrifices to my shepherd family, we have obtained the sacred land of Mangshan!"

Upon hearing Mu Yunsheng's laughter, Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu's furrowed brows relaxed, and Mu Kehua laughed loudly.

Mu Mengshu nodded with a smile, no longer worried that the escaped vengeful eagle would return for revenge.

"Alright, Yun Sheng, your eldest and second uncles are almost recovered. Go and check the other four spirit fields to see if any spirit plants are growing there, and if there's any hope of saving them?"

With a smile on his face, Mu Kehua patted Mu Yunsheng's hand as he helped him up, and said with a laugh that he was still concerned about the situation of the other four spiritual fields that the Yun family had cultivated on the Mangshan spiritual land.

"Yes, Uncle, Second Uncle, Yun Sheng will go and check right away." Mu Yun Sheng replied, actually feeling a little curious about what kind of spiritual plants were planted in the other four spiritual fields of the Yun family.

They started walking towards the other four spirit fields, with Mu Qinghu following beside him.

Mu Kehua and Mu Mengshu stayed behind to rest, and also dealt with the corpse of the vengeful hawk that Mu Qinghu had placed aside.

Take out the inner core and the spiritual materials it contains.

While Mu Yunsheng was inspecting the other four spiritual fields cultivated by the Yun family on the sacred land of Mangshan, there was a stream in the distant green mountains.

The rushing sound of the stream never stopped.

Two cultivators, one old and one young, sat by the stream, seemingly enjoying the sound of the flowing water. They both had smiles on their faces as they watched the clear, icy water flowing in the pool.

Looking around, one could see that these two cultivators were the same two cultivators from Huangyuan Prefecture that Mu Yunsheng had seen when he went to Xiankeju in Qihefang City to have a spiritual food duel with Tai Hongfei.

“Chi Yuan~ Chi Xuan~” The vengeful eagle that had flown away after fighting with Mu Yunsheng and the others landed beside the young Huang Yuanzhou cultivator from the night sky and kept crying out.

"You said Xiao Luo was killed by four cultivators." Huang Yuanzhou's Green Mountain cultivator said as he listened to the cry of the vengeful eagle, then pondered for a moment, his right hand lightly touching the bone flute hanging at his waist.

The elderly cultivator Huang Yuanzhou, who was sitting cross-legged by the stream, looked over when he heard what he said, but did not speak, thus interrupting his thoughts.

"Alright, I understand. Since there are cultivators from Qian Yuan Prefecture nearby, Xiao Mo, you don't need to go out to find food."

After a short while, Huang Yuanzhou, the young cultivator, put down his right hand that was gently touching the bone flute, stroked the head of the constantly crying eagle, and said soothingly.

"Not planning to seek revenge?" The elderly cultivator from Huang Yuanzhou asked without any change in expression upon hearing this.

"No, this is Qianyuan Prefecture. Our clansmen back home are still waiting for us to bring water back to save their lives. They worship our Xuansha Sect and regard our cultivators as gods."

"I cannot let them down, and I cannot let my personal matters cause them to die in despair day by day."

"If we delay sending the water back to our hometown, one more person will die. Therefore, my uncle and I must not cause any trouble on this trip."

Huang Yuanzhou, the young cultivator, shook his head and said, then looked at the clear, cold stream flowing endlessly in the pool, and an uncontrollable anger rose on his face. He asked again in a furious tone.

"Uncle-Master! Why are Qianyuan Prefecture and Qiandao Lake Prefecture able to occupy such good places, never lacking water, and never having anyone turn to the desert because of water shortage?"

Why must we, the people of Huangyuanzhou, live in that godforsaken place?

"Why do Qianyuan Prefecture and Qiandao Lake, which have so much water that they can't even use it all and let it flow freely in places where no one lives, still charge us so many spirit stones?"

"Ten shells of water, and they'll charge us ten mid-grade spirit stones. Ten mid-grade spirit stones to buy the Shaye dates that can fill the stomachs of our people, that's more than ten carriages can hold."

The young cultivator from Huang Yuanzhou asked angrily, his face flushed with rage, and even his eyes were bloodshot with anger.

The "shell" he mentioned in the "Ten Shells Water" refers to a type of water-holding vessel used in Qiandao Lake Prefecture and Qianyuan Prefecture. It contains river shells, and one shell can hold three zhang (approximately 1.3 meters) of ordinary water covering an area of ​​one mu (approximately 0.067 hectares).

Refined by cultivators from Qianyuan Prefecture and Qiandao Lake Prefecture, the Hanjiang Shell can only be used once to hold water.

"Because the cultivators in Qianyuan Prefecture and Qiandao Lake Prefecture are stronger than those in our Huangyuan Prefecture."

The elderly cultivator Huang Yuanzhou listened to the young cultivator's angry question, his expression unchanged, and said softly, then continued.

"There are seven Foundation Establishment cultivators in the open in Qianyuan Prefecture. These are just the ones on the surface. No one knows whether the seven major families in Qianyuan Prefecture have any Foundation Establishment cultivators hidden in secret."

"Although the cultivators in Qiandao Lake Prefecture are weaker than those in Qianyuan Prefecture, there are still five Foundation Establishment cultivators on the surface."

"Our Huangyuan Prefecture only has three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators at most, so the cultivators and mortals of Huangyuan Prefecture can only stay in that godforsaken place where there is yellow sand all day long."

The elderly cultivator Huang Yuanzhou sighed deeply as he finished speaking, then looked at the young cultivator and continued with hope.

“You unfilial son, on this trip you and I will go to Qiandao Lake Prefecture. After purchasing water at Chongshui Yuan Palace, you should devote yourself to cultivation within the sect.”

"You are the most likely among the younger generation in Huang Yuanzhou to reach the Foundation Establishment stage. Don't worry about the affairs of the mortal clansmen under your tutelage anymore. We old folks are still here to support you."

"Only when you break through to the Foundation Establishment stage and add another Foundation Establishment cultivator to our Huangyuan Prefecture can we truly change the current situation of our Huangyuan Prefecture."

The young cultivator from Huang Yuanzhou, Wu Fa Ni, listened to the old cultivator's words, his anger subsided, and after pondering for a long time, he bowed and replied.

"Yes, uncle!"

(End of this chapter)