?Chapter 885: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 882 Ape Eagle Chapter 885: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 882 Ape Eagle “In this situation, being able to command such a powerful spirit insect was a substantial insurance for their lives.”


    With a single thought, the small banner in his hand suddenly grew several sizes bigger, and the golden Gold Devouring Beetles circled before diving into the banner’s surface.


    After a flash of black qi, they disappeared without a trace.


    Without another word, Han Li casually tossed the small banner, and it was gleefully swallowed by the Nascent Soul in black and green, which then transformed into a wisp of black smoke and vanished into Han Li’s heavenly spiritual covering.


    Only then did Han Li take a deep breath and prepared to close his eyes to comprehend the Oracular Formula that would release the seal.


    He planned to be prepared for any unexpected events.


    However, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked up.


    Although his cultivation was sealed, Han Li’s Divine Sense was as potent as ever and undamaged.


    If his senses were correct, it was that enigmatic Soaring Tribes Immortal Master who had just flown over their caravan again.


    This was somewhat interesting.


    The Soaring Tribes cultivator, who was obviously searching for him, had passed over the caravan every two to three days for the past several.


    Each time, the figure hurriedly flew past without stopping to inquire with the caravan, rendering Han Li’s various prepared identity concealment methods unnecessary.


    Though he was puzzled, Han Li naturally preferred this approach by the pursuer and promptly closed his eyes.


    Meanwhile, from outside the carriage came a loud shout from Ying Lu.


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    “Everyone, be alert.


    In two days, we’ll reach the camp designated by the Holy Temple.


    There, we will be able to rest and recover peacefully for a couple of days.”


    “The Holy Temple’s camp?” The words caught Han Li’s attention, but after a moment of contemplation, he decided not to concern himself with it any further and peacefully focused on the Incantations.


    But merely half a day later, Han Li sensed the presence of another tribe’s caravan nearby.


    This caravan didn’t seem very large but did have a dozen or so more people than the Heron Branch.


    According to the direction both caravans were heading, they would meet within an hour.


    Since these people seemed harmless, Han Li didn’t pay them much attention.


    About an hour later, the two tribute-bearing caravans almost simultaneously discovered each other’s presence.


    As a result, both sides were thrown into confusion.


    But after a moment of communication, the leader of the other caravan actually turned out to be an old acquaintance of Ying Lu’s from a smaller tribe called the Red Wolf Branch.


    Overjoyed by the reunion, neither hesitated to merge the two caravans into one and proceeded on their way together.


    “Brother Ying Lu, where is the cultivator from your tribe?


    Is he in one of the carriages?” The leader of the other tribe was a large man with a full beard, looking curiously at the few carriages of the Heron Tribe.


    “Isn’t your tribe’s Immortal Master also inside the carriage?


    I wonder how many Immortal Masters the Red Wolf Branch brought on this journey,” Ying Lu said vaguely.


    “How many?


    Naturally, just one.


    I had to spend a small fortune and lose face to temporarily keep a free cultivator in our tribe.


    Don’t tell me your tribe has two Immortal Masters?” The large man glanced sideways at the elder, chuckling hehe.


    The two had some old friendship, so their conversation was quite straightforward without much need to hold back.


    “Two?


    Naturally, it is just one as well.


    It also took us a great deal of effort to persuade the Immortal Master to escort us on our journey,” Ying Lu said with a sigh.


    After exchanging a look with the large man, they both couldn’t help but give a bitter smile, sharing a sense of brotherly hardship.


    “Well, no matter what, having an Immortal Master in the group always makes it more secure.


    Now that we’re only a little more than a day away from the camp, we shouldn’t encounter anymore problems.


    It’s the second half of the journey, near where the larger tribes are situated that requires extra caution.


    How about this?


    After we rest, let’s propose to several small tribes to journey together.


    That would certainly be much safer,” the old man suggested after spinning his thoughts.


    “Let me give it some thought before I answer.


    There have been many alliances of small tribes in the past, and in the end, they’ve often been implicated because of one tribe bringing extremely precious tribute,” the large man hesitated before replying tentatively.


    “Brother Ba is overthinking it.


    Such incidents are one in a hundred.


    For small tribes like ours, the chance of owning valuable tributes is far lower than being directly robbed on the road,” Ying Lu shook his head dismissively.


    “Alright.


    Let’s discuss this matter later,” the Ba-surnamed large man did not outright reject the idea, seeming somewhat persuaded.


    At this moment, the ordinary members of both tribes were getting along splendidly.


    Especially the few young maidens from each caravan, who were surrounded by the youthful men of both tribes, with bursts of bright laughter occasionally ringing out.


    Considering these women were selected to participate in the tribute, they were naturally each tribe’s finest talents, with striking beauty.


    No wonder the men from both tribes became immediately excited.


    Ying Lu, hearing the laughter behind him, couldn’t help but shake his head.


    He was just about to turn around and rein in his people to avoid offending the cultivator inside the carriage.


    But just then, an odd cry came from the high skies, a sound that was neither eagle nor vulture, but it reached the ears of everyone below with crystal clarity.


    Upon hearing this sound, the old man’s face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly turned to look at the large man beside him, only to see the latter’s face equally distressed and panic-stricken.


    “Everyone, dismount and take cover now!


    It’s the demonic bird Ape Eagle.


    Quickly, call Master Han out!” The elder shouted in horror, and almost simultaneously, the large man bellowed similar words to his own tribespeople.


    “Hide behind the carts, quick, ask Feng Xianshi to deal with the demonic bird!”


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    At the mention of the Ape Eagle, the entire caravan fell into chaos, with everyone turning pale with fright as they dismounted or, in the case of the more timid, even rolled off their horses in a hurry.


    All of them either hid under the horses or behind the wagons, looking up into the sky with ghastly white faces.


    Up above, three black specks had appeared out of nowhere and were rapidly getting bigger.


    In almost no time at all, three brown demonic birds came into view.


    With the head of an ape and the body of a bird, the giant wings stretching two Zhang long also bore a pair of fuzzy ape arms.


    From the gaping maws that opened wide came an eerie screech that sent chills down everyone’s spine.


    Although Ape Eagles were only grade two demonic birds on the great plains, they were much smarter and more ferocious than other demon beasts of the same rank.


    Not only were they incredibly strong, capable of crushing stones and splitting gold with their talons, but their strange cries also had the peculiar effect of bewitching the mind.


    Ordinary mortals would not even dare think of confronting them, and even lower-ranked cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage often found them difficult to handle.


    These demonic birds were rarely seen on the plains, so the appearance of three at once filled the caravan members with extreme terror and dread.


    “What’s the panic?


    They’re just a few grade two demon beasts,” a cold snort came from within one of the Red Wolf Branch’s wagons, followed by a flash of red light.


    A figure suddenly shot out from the wagon and floated low in the air on an embroidered cloth, calling out coldly.


    Ying Lu couldn’t help but be startled upon seeing this person.


    He was also a cultivator wearing a green cloak, and by the sound of his voice, he seemed to be quite young as well.


    “Feng Xianshi, you must be careful.


    These are three Ape Eagles!” the large man named Ba shouted loudly, his voice slightly out of tune.


    He had inquired about the cultivation of this Feng Xianshi before hiring him, and knew that this Immortal Master was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, barely qualified as an official Immortal Master.


    It would be somewhat forced for him to face even one Ape Eagle, hence his grave concern.


    Meanwhile, an elderly man on the ground hastily turned his gaze toward one of his Heron Tribe’s wagons.


    When he saw another person wearing a green cloak standing on the wagon shaft looking up into the sky, his heart eased slightly.


    As long as this Han Immortal Master was not too low in cultivation, the two of them could work together to potentially scare off the three Ape Eagles.


    At that moment, the three Ape Eagles naturally spotted the other figure in a blue robe floating with the help of a Magic Artifact.


    They had seen Soaring Tribes’s cultivators before and knew they were not to be trifled with, but they were reluctant to give up the numerous prey below.


    The demonic birds hesitated for a moment and began to circle around in the air about a hundred zhang above the ground.


    “Hmph!


    Courting death.” The blue-robed man saw that the Ape Eagles were not scared away and became somewhat impatient.


    Without a second word, he lifted his hand, and several Daoist paper talismans flew out, instantly turning into several zhang-long Fire Serpents that shot straight towards the demonic birds.


    “Eh!


    The Fire Serpent Technique,” Han Li, standing on a wagon, couldn’t help but let out a light exclamation, feeling somewhat surprised.


    Although the Fire Serpent Technique was only a lower-ranked spell, refining it into Daoist paper talismans was not something an ordinary Foundation Establishment stage cultivator could casually afford to waste.


    This person was definitely not an ordinary cultivator.


    Han Li narrowed his eyes, growing interested in him.


    But then his brow furrowed, and he sighed softly.


    Although the three Fire Serpents were incredibly fierce, they were easily dodged by the Ape Eagles from such a distance.


    The blue-robed man’s understanding of the Fire Serpent Technique was superficial, as he did not know to command the Fire Serpents to track the enemy while in transit, wasting several talismans for nothing.


    This even roused the ferocity of the three demonic birds.


    The largest one let out a fierce screech from its mouth, and all three birds simultaneously folded their wings and plummeted straight toward the blue-robed man.


    The blue-robed man, seeing that his Fire Serpent talismans had not succeeded, seemed momentarily stunned.


    Then, as the demonic birds dove down at him, he became somewhat flustered.


    After a brief bout of panicked defense, he actually produced a hazy-looking small grey sword, chanting a spell incantation hurriedly as he tried to command it to attack the enemy.


    Seeing this, Han Li only shook his head more.


    Now that the demonic birds were about to strike, instead of releasing a defensive shield for protection, he actually wanted to use a top-grade magic tool to counterattack.


    Wasn’t this courting death?


    This person truly seemed like a novice who wasn’t accustomed to combat.


    However, the small grey sword was indeed a top-grade magic tool.


    This person must have some significant background.


    The blue-robed man’s incantations were recited with practiced ease, and just as the demonic birds neared, he finally activated the magic tool, hurling the small sword into the fray.


    A flash of light erupted, as the small grey sword turned into a beam of white rainbow several feet in length, slashing directly at the central Ape Eagle with incredible speed.


    The demonic bird also realized peril, its body suddenly shifted in an attempt to dodge the white light, but it was too late.


    It had no choice but to reach out with a black claw toward the white rainbow.


    After a pause, a pained cry came from the sky, and a black talon was easily severed by the short sword’s flashing light.


    Blood rained down from the sky.


    However, the other two demonic birds instantly flew from the left and right, their four sharp talons viciously aiming for the blue-robed man’s heavenly spiritual covering.


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