Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"Stop! What's going on? Why are you running?" A group of cultivators at the Food Fiend Realm, dressed in cyan robes, blocked the entrance and stopped the surging crowd of cultivators, asking for the cause of the disturbance.

"I heard that a powerful demon has infiltrated and is hunting for prey everywhere. Get out of the way!"

"No, I heard that the sorcerers from the Renxin Sect have infiltrated the area, and they are setting fires, burning, killing, and looting everywhere."

"No, you're both wrong. I saw many vengeful ghosts causing chaos everywhere."

"Stop arguing! Get out of our way! Do you want us all to die here?"

"Make way, make way!"

"Fuck your mother, if you don't move aside, believe me or I'll kill you all!"

"Damn it, who the hell poked my ass?!"

"Ouch!!! Someone touched my chest! Someone touched my chest!!!"

Zhou Qingfeng mingled in the crowd, grabbed a straw hat from a passerby, put it on his head, and shouted, "The great demon is coming! The great demon is coming! Run! If you don't run, everyone will be eaten!"

As the unrest escalated, panic boiled over the crowd. Everyone felt insecure, and almost everyone wanted to escape the air transport area as quickly as possible. In this day and age, one wrong move in the wild can mean certain death. People are extremely sensitive to danger, and fleeing the source of the unrest is an instinctive reaction when faced with a sudden incident.

Many powerful cultivators even risked taking to the air and transforming into streaks of light to escape the air transport zone. Immediately afterward, the blocked entrances and exits burst open like a flood, and the large number of cultivators who came to board the airships quickly ran out of the entrances and exits and scattered in all directions, keeping a distance and looking back from afar.

The search and kill squad was scattered by hundreds of cultivators. The search and kill squad dared not stop them, nor could they stop them.

Zhou Qingfeng mingled in the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips. He lowered his straw hat, glanced back at the frantic enemy, then quickly ducked and silently escaped with Jin Wei.

A moment later, in a forest, five search and kill squads gathered in front of one man, lined up in well-trained formation. The murderous aura of the fifty-five Devouring Fiend Realm cultivators was almost terrifying.

"General Tiger, the man has already escaped." The five squad leaders clasped their hands and knelt on one knee to report to their leader.

The leader had a full beard, his hair was tied into dozens of fine braids, and he had a fierce appearance. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, and his right hand was severed at the wrist and fitted with a metal-forged magical artifact prosthetic. He was wearing a black and gold tiger-striped light armor, which was full of repair marks, and copper rings hung from his black and gold belt.

The leader was as strong as an ox, eight feet tall, wearing a scarlet battle robe, and carrying a two-handed longsword with a blade four fingers wide and seven feet long on his waist. Behind him stood a squad of Fiend Realm guards.

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, General Hu was furious. He paced back and forth, kicking each of the five squad leaders to the ground, and then pulled out his copper ring belt and lashed it down on their heads.

The five squad leaders dared not resist, nor were they able to resist, because General Tiger was a peak expert in the Poisonous Realm. When General Tiger went berserk, they could only endure it, and it would be their own fault if they were beaten to death.

General Hu was so angry that his face turned green. He grabbed his copper ring belt and pointed at his subordinates, cursing, "Useless! A bunch of useless trash! Zhou Silang only brought one Food Fiend Realm follower with him on his secret trip to Lion Camel City, but what about you? Fifty-five of you! Damn it, damn it, are you trying to kill me with your stupidity?"

"Two people! You have over fifty people, and you couldn't catch two of them? Are you pigs? No, you're even worse than pigs! Fuck your mother! Even if you just mindlessly swarmed them, you could have subdued them on the spot! I fucking don't understand how you managed to let them get away!"

The five squad leaders were so ashamed by General Hu's scolding that they wished they could disappear into the ground. His scolding was truly reasonable and they were powerless to refute it. However, they didn't want to keep being scolded, as being scolded without being able to talk back was infuriating.

Then a squad leader said, "General Tiger, what's the most urgent thing for us to do next?"

General Hu snorted coldly: "Hmph, what else can we do? Prepare our troops and pursue him to the end. Since Zhou Silang has left the Sword Tower, he can forget about going back. I will definitely take his head to vent my hatred."

"Yes, General Tiger." The five squad leaders clasped their fists in unison and acknowledged the order, feeling a slight sense of relief.

General Hu sneered, took out Zhou Qingfeng's old clothes, and threw them to a Taoist priest standing in the shadows of the bamboo forest behind him, who was carrying two swords and wearing a black and white Taoist robe: "Taoist Wen, it's up to you. Find him."

The Taoist, wearing a half-broken human skin mask, chuckled maniacally. He held the old clothes he had just acquired and sniffed them. His eyes suddenly turned into an eerie dark gold. Then he pointed in a direction and said, "The person ran in that direction. The lingering scent is very strong. Little Sweetheart couldn't have gone far."

Upon hearing this, General Tiger pushed off the ground with both knees and leaped to his feet: "Chase!"

Dozens of miles apart, Zhou Qingfeng and Jin Wei were walking along the official road at a moderate pace to avoid attracting the attention of passersby when suddenly a pink, fragrant mist swirled around Zhou Qingfeng, quickly coalescing into three words: "Pursuers ahead," before disappearing.

Zhou Qingfeng looked back and frowned repeatedly. He realized that the enemy who came to hunt him down was no ordinary person. The first search was able to accurately track his movements. Fortunately, he made a decisive move and managed to break through. He had temporarily shaken them off, but they were able to accurately chase after him again.

Such a strange situation made Zhou Qingfeng feel that something terrible was about to happen, and that disaster was imminent. It seemed that the enemy knew his every move, as if they had a tracking cheat code, which was simply outrageous.

If we don't find a way to shake off our pursuers, we'll probably be captured and killed.

"Young Master, there are pursuers behind us. Should we change our route?" Jin Wei also saw the pink mist and realized that it was a warning signal sent by the guards arranged by the young master.

"Let's go!" Zhou Qingfeng made a quick decision, turned around, and went into the forest to take a small path.

Side paths are no safer than main roads. What are side paths? They are paths made purely by those who came before. Some side paths even end up dead ends.

Moreover, the path is full of demons and monsters; you could encounter anything, and you might just die while walking along it.

No one would willingly take the shortcut unless absolutely necessary.

Rushing into the forest, Zhou Qingfeng led Jin Wei through the woods, his mind racing to find the spell manuals he had read before. There were many tracking techniques, but usually no cultivator would specifically learn them.

Because the tracking technique provides only a negligible boost to combat power, it's utterly useless and pointless. No cultivator would waste resources, energy, and time cultivating the tracking technique.

Only military spies and cultivators specializing in tracking would also practice tracking techniques.

These tracking techniques primarily rely on scent, sound, footprints, and magical energy fluctuations. A few special techniques use birth date, name, appearance, or soul for targeted tracking.

Finally, there is the forbidden bloodline technique, the bloodline tracking technique.

The Bloodline Tracking Technique allows one to trace the bloodline of an entire clan with just a drop of an enemy's blood, ultimately wiping out the entire race. However, this type of technique has been classified as a forbidden art, and no one is allowed to study it.

If anyone is found to be practicing forbidden bloodline techniques, they will die. That cultivator will be relentlessly hunted down by people all over the world, and top-tier cultivators will directly eliminate them, because this is the weakness and taboo of all cultivators.

Imagine if a villain were to insidiously and deliberately assassinate all of a great cultivator's relatives. When all of the great cultivator's relatives are dead, the great cultivator will also quickly degenerate into a demon due to the severance of emotional ties, and die and disappear.

Killing my family is tantamount to severing my path to enlightenment, so I must exterminate them all.

Slaughter until no one in the world dares to cultivate forbidden bloodline techniques, slaughter until no one in the world dares to mention its name, then reverse the flow of time to strangle the cultivators who cultivate this path and the cultivators who created this path from the source.

The creator of the forbidden bloodline technique was Wan Guchou, the founder and first leader of the Renxin Sect. He has completely died and has been erased from the river of time, and the forbidden bloodline technique has been lost ever since.

Furthermore, the top experts joined forces to impose a karmic curse on the magic and supernatural powers related to bloodlines. Anyone who creates or cultivates magic and supernatural powers related to bloodlines in later generations will suffer this karmic curse.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't know how the enemy was tracking him, so he could only use the complex forest environment to conceal his movements. He made his way to a river and quickly took off his clothes and shoes.

Then Zhou Qingfeng injected magic power into the Holy Ring again, summoning four fierce ghosts of the Fiend level. He instructed them to each carry their own clothes and run in different directions, thousands of miles away. After completing Zhou Qingfeng's instructions, they would dissipate on their own and reappear in the Holy Ring.

After doing all this, Zhou Qingfeng led Jin Wei into the river to wash away the scent. After walking ashore, Zhou Qingfeng changed into a Fiend-level robe, but still felt it wasn't safe enough: "Jin Wei, do you have any pills to conceal your aura?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei paused for a moment, then nodded and took out a bottle of pills: "Prepare this. This is a Fiend-grade Qi-Suppressing Pill. After consuming it, our aura will completely disappear within the next twenty-four hours. However, we cannot use our magic power, otherwise the Qi-Suppressing Pill will immediately become ineffective."

"Eat it!" Zhou Qingfeng snatched the medicine bottle, poured out two pills, tossed one to Jin Wei and swallowed the other himself, then casually tossed the bottle into his holy ring for safekeeping in case of emergency: "Let's go, let's see if this can shake off our pursuers."

Jin Wei swallowed the Qi-restoring pill and followed Zhou Qingfeng in leaping.

The two, with their monstrous bodies, soared into the air, weaving through the tree trunks and leaving behind afterimages. Compared to their maximum speed, this was certainly slow, but there was no other way. The forest terrain was complex, and there were many demons and monsters. Going too fast would easily cause them to crash into large trees, alarm the demons in the forest, and leave traces for the enemy to track.

They had to use the complex and dangerous environment of the forest to conceal their movements and block the enemy's line of sight.

After fleeing for their lives until dusk, Zhou Qingfeng found a clearing in the woods and calmly said, "Stop. It's getting dark, and the activities of demons and monsters will become extremely rampant. It's no longer suitable for traveling. Let's camp here."

The wilderness is the domain of demons and monsters, especially at night, when it is said that hundreds of ghosts roam the night and thousands of demons appear. It is extremely dangerous for human cultivators to spend the night in the wilderness, and no one would be willing to spend the night in the wilderness unless there is no other way.

Jin Wei pressed down on his sword with one hand, observing the surrounding environment: "What if the pursuers risk their lives to catch up with us at night? I think we should set up some traps around here, even if it's just to serve as a warning."

Zhou Qingfeng did not respond. His expression was calm, his face cold. The dangerous situation activated his innate fighting spirit. He liked challenges. The more dangerous and difficult the situation, the more excited he felt.

This life-or-death race, the fear of walking on the edge of danger, fascinated him immensely.

His mind was sharper than ever: "Jin Wei, before it gets dark, I'll set up the traps. You set up a fake camp here, and be quick."

"Yes." Jin Wei didn't know what the young master wanted to do, but it didn't matter. He could learn as he went.

With a thought, Zhou Qingfeng took out the Immortal Slaughtering Bow from his Sacred Ring, then hung two quivers containing Immortal Slaughtering Arrows on his belt. Although activating the Sacred Ring to retrieve the bow required magical power, it didn't matter; he could just swallow a Qi-restoring pill. Anything that could be bought with money was worthless in Zhou Qingfeng's eyes.

He crouched and crouched in the forest, moving stealthily like a cold, venomous snake, until he slowly reached a stream where a xiezhi was drinking water.

What is a Xie Zhi? The dragon has nine sons, and the Xie Zhi is one of them.

From its appearance, this Xie Zhi actually looks like a Qilin with a single horn, with white horn, blue scales, and pink hooves. It looks very kind and gentle, making people feel no threat when they see it. However, Zhou Qingfeng could actually feel the aura of calamity emanating from it from a distance. This was a calamity-level Xie Zhi.

Zhou Qingfeng stood a hundred paces away, hidden in the weeds, quietly drawing his bow and aiming at the Xie Zhi. He didn't infuse any magic power into the arrow, but simply aimed at it silently, and then whistled.

The Xie Zhi, which was drinking water with its head down, suddenly raised its head and looked in Zhou Qingfeng's direction. The white horn on its forehead quickly turned scarlet, and leaping scarlet lightning flashed continuously. It opened its mouth to reveal a dense array of sharp teeth.

"Whoosh!" The Immortal-Slaying Arrow traversed a hundred paces and accurately struck the mouth of the Xie Zhi.

Before the xiezhi could even let out a roar, it died instantly and collapsed by the stream.

Killing a calamity-level Xie Zhi with a Fiend-level Immortal-Slaying Arrow is a foregone conclusion; it's a matter of death if it gets close, and it's dead if it touches you. The power of the Immortal-Slaying Arrow doesn't need any magical enhancement; it can kill a calamity-level Xie Zhi silently.

Zhou Qingfeng, holding a bow in one hand, quickly emerged, grasped the Immortal-Slaying Arrow, and released the Blood of Devouring Thieves. A large amount of Blood of Devouring Thieves flowed along the Immortal-Slaying Arrow onto the Xie Zhi, quickly enveloping and digesting it.

Only the blood of the Xie Zhi was separated and poured into empty bamboo tubes and sealed.

Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng likes milk tea and is afraid he won't be able to get it when he goes out, so he carries the raw materials for making lychee black tea with him so that he can make it himself if he wants to drink it.

These little gadgets can actually come in very handy now.

With these bamboo tubes filled with blood, Zhou Qingfeng now had an extra trump card to turn the tide of battle.

If the enemy dares to attack at night, Zhou Qingfeng will simply use this blood to give them a bath.

Once the enemy is bathed in blood, the strong smell of blood will quickly attract a large number of demons and monsters that come out to hunt at night. At that time, hundreds of ghosts and monsters will attack, and the pursuers will be badly injured even if they don't die.

Zhou Qingfeng was also able to take advantage of the chaos to escape, quickly fleeing far away with Jin Wei and shaking off their pursuers.

Zhou Qingfeng held the blood-stained bamboo tube, his expression icy, his eyes dark and cold like a moonlit spring: "Such a grand gift has been prepared, I'm looking forward to seeing you catch up."