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"Well, you have done me a favor. I might as well tell you. At that time, I was out on the lake with Yan Zhenqing and others when a sinister wind suddenly blew in. I didn't pay much attention to it, but my soul was captured, and my body sank into the lake. I do not know who captured my soul; I had many enemies before. But he actually found such a place and used the Black Clay Town Box to seal the Soul Requiem Blade, which shows he has some skills and intends to prevent me from ever being reborn," Xuan Zhenzi said.
It turned out to be such a cycle of reincarnation!
Zhang Yang was puzzled. I have already fused with Zhang Xunqiu's soul; even if Xuan Zhenzi gets out, how can he kill Zhang Xunqiu again and capture his soul into the Soul Requiem Blade?
It seems that what the Primordial Spirit said about understanding life and death is indeed not so easy to comprehend.
While pondering, Xuan Zhenzi suddenly pointed at the pool and said, "There is an underground river beneath this pool; you should go out from here. I must hurry to the place where someone drowned; if fate allows, we will meet again." After saying this, his human form took two Purple Essence and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Yang calmed down for a moment before plunging into the water with a splash, diving straight to the bottom of the Stone Pool. The deepest part of the Stone Pool was only about five or six meters deep, and Zhang Yang was an excellent swimmer. He quickly discovered a large stone on one side of the bottom, where there was indeed an opening about two feet wide.
After entering the opening, Zhang Yang found that it became wider inside. After swimming about thirty or forty meters, there was already more than half a meter of distance between the water surface and the rock ceiling, allowing him to breathe more easily as he swam forward more swiftly. After swimming four or five hundred meters, suddenly his eyes brightened; he surfaced and saw a river flowing through the mountains.
In a relatively gentle section of the river, Zhang Yang swam to the shore and slowly stood up. After drying himself off, he put on his clothes and jumped onto a large rock. Looking up, he saw that this river widened as it flowed further on; after several hundred meters, it merged into a roaring Great River.
Beside the continuous mountain range and beside the surging Great River lay the place where Zhang Xunqiu's soul was sealed!
Zhang Yang quickly scanned his surroundings and discovered a mountain path. He picked up his Bronze Dagger and found a thick branch to carve down; while probing ahead, he ran up the path and soon disappeared into the dense forest.
After crossing a ridge, Zhang Yang still saw no signs of life. At this moment, a thought crossed his mind: encountering Xuan Zhenzi's soul had many unreasonable aspects in terms of time and reality; could it be that after I come out, it might not even be during the Tang Dynasty?
Is reincarnation not merely about three-dimensional time and space? Is there even a possibility of crossovers or distortions?
Thinking this over, Zhang Yang had already crossed another ridge. From afar, he seemed to see terraced fields, which stirred something in his heart; if there were terraced fields nearby, there was likely to be human habitation close by.
Just as he was about to accelerate forward, a sudden foul wind blew from the bushes by the roadside, and a fierce beast lunged at him.
It was too fast! But Zhang Yang was skilled; he sidestepped and pushed off the ground, retreating several meters with incredible speed. The beast missed its target and quickly turned around, growling as it faced Zhang Yang on the mountain path.
It turned out to be a nearly two-meter-long Leopard, its mottled fur matching the gleaming fangs in its mouth. Its tail was over a meter long, hanging low in the mountain breeze, exuding a sense of power. A closer look revealed that this Leopard had loose skin and protruding bones, clearly having not hunted for a long time and was extremely hungry.
The Leopard scraped its front paw against the ground, perhaps surprised that its initial pounce had missed. After a furious roar, it lunged again like a whirlwind, moving with astonishing speed and closing in on Zhang Yang in an instant.
This time, Zhang Yang did not retreat but instead leaped into the air.
Unexpectedly, the Leopard was able to twist in mid-air, charging upward at an angle with its sharp fangs aimed at Zhang Yang's throat. In mid-air, Zhang Yang's body suddenly crossed over, and he exerted force with his right leg, kicking the Leopard on its neck.
With a thud, the Leopard was kicked several meters away before hitting the ground, rolling a few times before it straightened up again. Zhang Yang had not generated enough power in his jump, and coupled with the Leopard's thick skin and strong bones, it suffered no serious injury.
Having only seen the Leopard's swift hunting skills in "The Animal World," Zhang Yang never expected to encounter one alone. A bit of color returned to his pale face as he thought to himself that seeing is indeed believing.
The Leopard stared intently at Zhang Yang, seemingly feeling some fear as its body involuntarily trembled slightly.
In the end, the Leopard did not pause but lunged again. This time it extended its claws forward and bared its teeth, clearly preparing for a series of attacks.
This creature would not leave easily. With no other choice, Zhang Yang clenched his fists and gathered his spiritual energy for a fierce strike.
“Roar!”
The Leopard was struck back violently and landed with a loud thud, bursting apart completely.
In the recent battle, Zhang Yang's attention was solely focused on the Leopard's claws and fangs, and he didn't pay much attention to anything else. However, when he stepped closer, he suddenly noticed the emaciated state of the Leopard's belly, and it all became clear to him.
This was a mother leopard nursing her cubs. Due to a lack of successful hunts for a long time, she no longer had enough milk to feed her Cub, which drove her to take risks and attack passing humans.
A wave of sadness surged within Zhang Yang. How great this mother leopard was; after failing in two attacks and sensing her opponent's strength, she still launched a third attack, ultimately losing her life. All of this was for her hungry Cub.
However, another thought quickly arose in his mind: if it weren't for his own skills, he would have already turned into a pile of minced meat, becoming a delicious meal for the Leopard and her cubs. The law of the jungle is indeed cruel.
Zhang Yang did not leave immediately; instead, he began searching nearby. After about half an hour, he finally discovered a den hidden among some grass-covered rocks. Inside were two Cubs. One of them was weak and appeared to have just died; it must have starved due to the mother leopard's lack of milk.
The other one was slightly larger and stronger, with beautiful fluffy patterns. It was awkwardly trying to crawl around in the den, looking like it had not yet reached full maturity. Upon seeing Zhang Yang, this Cub trembled slightly, its round little head pressed against the ground, its big round eyes filled with fear.
Zhang Yang picked up the Cub and gently stroked its back, slowly easing its fear.
He took off his jacket, tied it up, and placed the Cub inside to carry it on his back as he continued down the mountain. The adult mother leopard weighed nearly two hundred pounds; Zhang Yang dragged her behind a rock not far from the roadside, thinking he would deal with it once he reached the village.
As he descended the mountain and walked along a flat valley for a while longer, Zhang Yang finally spotted a village on the opposite hillside.
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