Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

After eating and drinking, Gu Yang patted his stomach with satisfaction, a smile blooming on the corner of his mouth.

Hu Qingze drank while observing his surroundings. There were many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the city today, so he did not dare to slack off at all.

When Gu Yang paid the bill, he spent several gold coins to buy more than a dozen jars of good wine, which he took back to the sect to enjoy.

The two walked out of the restaurant with satisfaction. The midday sun was very dazzling and the ground was emitting heat.

The streets of Tianyi City are bustling with people, and the sounds of hawking, chatting, laughing and music interweave into a lively symphony of the city.

Gu Yang's gaze moved among the crowd and finally stopped at the horse market not far away.

He took a step forward, and Hu Qing curled up in his dantian and yawned. The two figures quickly disappeared in the crowd.

In the horse market, the neighing of horses can be heard one after another, and horse dealers are enthusiastically selling their horses to passers-by.

Gu Yang's gaze swept through the herd of horses and finally stopped on a horse with ink-black fur.

The horse held its head high and chest puffed out, with an unruly light in its eyes, and its hind hooves kept stamping on the spot, breathing heavily.

When the horse dealer saw the clothes and token on Gu Yang, he immediately put on a respectful look. He was a big money man, so he didn't dare to slack off at all.

Gu Yang didn't say much and directly spent gold coins to buy the horse. The horse dealer didn't dare to charge a penny more and respectfully sent them away.

No one is allowed to ride horses wildly in Tianyi City, even disciples of Tianyi Sect are no exception.

Gu Yang led the horse, walked on the stone road, and took Hu Qing out of the gate of Tianyi City.

Outside the city gate, a vast plain comes into view, and the mountains in the distance, illuminated by the setting sun, look like a splash-ink landscape painting.

Gu Yang jumped on his horse, walked onto the official road, and galloped away. The sound of horse hooves echoed across the open plain.

They now had to reach the bandits' location before dark, then sneak up the mountain under the cover of darkness and kill them all.

After daybreak, they had to go to the nearby mountains to catch ghostly mountain cats. The map given by Mr. Zhang showed that there was a gathering place for ghostly mountain cats in the swamp forest less than ten miles away from the bandits.

Now I will try to return to the sect at noon tomorrow to submit the task, and hope that no other accidents will happen.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon is like a burning flame, dyeing the sky blood red.

Gu Yang's figure cast a long shadow under the reflection of the setting sun.

He felt a little numb all over and didn't know how long he had been riding on the horse. Fortunately, Hu Qing was there to talk to him.

The sound of horse hooves echoed on the empty official road, but Gu Yang's heart was unusually calm.

Time had long since worn away his edges, and the surrounding scenery receded into endless woods.

As night fell, the stars in the sky began to twinkle, and Gu Yang's figure looked particularly lonely under the starlight.

They had been galloping for several hours, and the horses' panting was getting heavier, but they had no intention of stopping.

Hu Qing sat behind the horse, opened the map, and corrected Gu Yang's route.

The darker the night, the harder the road ahead becomes.

Finally, a dark mountain shadow appeared in their sight.

Gu Yang pulled the reins, and the horse let out a long neigh and stopped.

He dismounted and stared at the mountains ahead with his eyes as sharp as lightning.

"Brother Gu, according to what Manager Li said, we can see their camp by crossing the hillside ahead." Hu Qing said, pointing to the map.

"Okay! Hiss..."

Gu Yang was just about to take two steps when he suddenly felt a sharp pain. The long period of riding had rubbed the sides of his thighs into a bloody mess.

It turns out that time not only grinds away edges, but also wears away the skin.

Gu Yang staggered and held on to the horse, and only after taking a blood-recovering pill did he feel comfortable.

"Can you leave now?" Hu Qing said, trying hard to suppress his smile.

Gu Yang waited for the skin on his legs to heal, found a secluded corner for the horse, and tied it to a tree.

Gu Yang took off his disciple uniform and put on the night clothes he had prepared. After a few adjustments, the two of them moved up the mountain.

As night fell, the moonlight was like silver, shining on the rugged mountain road, guiding Gu Yang and Hu Qing on their way forward.

The two figures shuttled through the mountains, as silent as ghosts.

They did not use any lighting tools for fear of being discovered by the bandits' secret sentries.

Fortunately, the moonlight tonight was bright enough for them to barely see the road under their feet.

The bandits' camp was hidden in a depression, surrounded by dense bamboo forests.

In the moonlight, you can vaguely see simple houses built with bamboo.

Although these houses are simple, they cleverly utilize the terrain and blend into the surrounding environment, making them difficult to be discovered.

On the outskirts of the camp, tall watchtowers and sturdy bamboo walls form a solid line of defense.

There is only one narrow path that winds up to the main entrance of the camp.

The path was flanked by steep slopes that had been specially groomed to make climbing impossible.

Hu Qing observed carefully for a moment and had a plan in mind.

"These slopes have been made so steep, obviously to prevent outsiders from climbing up."

Hu Qing whispered to Gu Yang, "And you see, there's no vegetation on these hillsides. They're bare. If someone tries to climb, they'll easily slip."

Gu Yang nodded, and his eyes swept across the hillside, and indeed he found some smooth stones.

"If anyone tries to attack from here, the bandits will just roll rocks down from the bamboo wall."

He analyzed softly, "Once these rolling stones fall, they will be enough to crush any invader into a pulp."

A cold glint flashed in Hu Qing's eyes. "Fortunately, it's late at night now, and the bandits' vigilance should be at its lowest. We can use this opportunity to sneak into the camp quietly."

The two men quietly reached the main gate. Gu Yang took out the royal sword and threw it to Hu Qing. After Hu Qing got the sword, his figure suddenly disappeared into the night.

He climbed up the watchtower silently like a nimble fox.

Gu Yang looked up and saw Hu Qing's figure moving between the watchtowers, as silent as a ghost.

A moment later, Hu Qing's figure appeared in Gu Yang's sight again.

He whispered, "The sentries up there are all asleep. I've already dealt with them all."

A smile of appreciation appeared on Gu Yang's lips. As expected of Ah Qing, he completed the task so quickly.

Hu Qing opened the main gate silently, and Gu Yang's figure flashed into the camp like a black shadow.

The two figures moved around the camp silently like ghosts.

Inside the camp, most of the bandits had already fallen asleep, with only a few sentries still guarding their posts.

Gu Yang and Hu Qing were like ghosts in the night, quietly taking care of these sentinels.

"What a bunch of idiots! Such a large stronghold, but their defense is almost zero."