Chapter 69 Dragon Elephant Blood
"who?"

Ye Yang raised the ghost-head seven-ring broadsword, held the green bamboo sword in his left hand, and moved his body to the door.

I opened the door and saw nothing outside except the quiet moonlight.

There was a white note stuck on the door wall.

Ye Yang's pupils shrank slightly. Fearing a trap, he lightly poked the paper with the back of the knife, and the white paper opened, revealing a line of small words on it.

The handwriting was very beautiful, but messy, as if someone didn't want to reveal their identity and wrote it deliberately.

The content above is very simple, with only one line of text.

"Tonight is a full moon night, in Shanhe Village, thirty miles west of Shanhaiguan."

Ye Yang didn't take this matter to heart at all. He just threw the paper aside and pretended he didn't see it.

He didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, not to mention that he had no old friends in Shanhaiguan. He must be mentally ill to have run thirty miles at night to the Shanhe Village that the other party mentioned.

Nothing happened all night.

The next morning, Ye Yang stretched and took out a dirty and old small bag, which contained seven or eight well-worn spirit stones and a gold bracelet.

It was exactly what Dong Li asked him to send home.

These spiritual stones have worn edges and dirty colors. It is obvious that they have been stored for a long time and the people are reluctant to spend them.

Carrying these seven or eight spirit stones, Ye Yang walked out of Shanhaiguan, crossed the rugged road, and arrived at a mountain village full of hills.

The mountain village was not big. There was a pool of clear water at the foot of the mountain. Many village women were washing clothes there. When they saw Ye Yang coming with a sword on his back, they lowered their heads cautiously and did not dare to look at him directly.

Ye Yang said, "Is there a man named Dong Li in this village?"

The village woman dared not speak, fearing that it was her enemy seeking revenge.

After a while, an older man timidly asked, "What do you want from Dong Li?"

Ye Yang was silent for a moment.

"I'm here to deliver something for him."

The woman pointed to a girl next to her who had a hunched back, a thin and pale face, and a simple and honest appearance.

"Look, that's Dong Li's wife."

This person came over and spoke carefully:
"Sir, may I ask how my Dong Li is doing? He has been gone for more than half a year. Is he in good health?"

Although Dong Li was a low-level cultivator, the spirit stones he earned were considered a high salary in the village. The two of them were so tight on money and so busy that they naturally used all their family money to subsidize their son's practice and learning.

Ye Yang was silent again. Faced with this kind of question, he really didn't know how to answer.

The person in front of her missed her husband so much that she didn't dare to speak anymore and waited for Ye Yang's answer.

I heard that these swordsmen are all cruel and brutal.

She was anxious.

Ye Yang sighed inwardly and secretly pulled this honest woman aside.

He told the man what had happened on the road, then took out the worn bag and gold bracelet and handed them to him.

The woman seemed unable to believe it, her eyes were blank, as if she had been struck by lightning. After a while, tears as big as beans began to flow, and she squatted down, sobbing softly.

Ye Yang knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade the other party, he would not be able to resolve the other party's emotional knot, so he stopped talking and let the other party cry.

After about a quarter of an hour, the honest peasant woman slowly came to her senses.

Although he stopped crying, his eyes were still red. The pillar of the family finally collapsed.

"Here are ten more spirit stones, which are my personal gifts. Please accept them, sister-in-law. I heard that your son has reached the age of cultivation. When the sect recruits disciples, I will take him to participate in the trial, but it is hard to say whether he will succeed."

Ye Yang handed over ten spirit stones. The peasant woman wanted to refuse, but she couldn't bear to do so. After a while, she sighed and accepted them.

She knelt down on her knees and kowtowed to Ye Yang: "Thank you for the spirit stone, thank you for the spirit stone."

Before leaving, Ye Yang told her the place where Dong Li's body was buried. However, the mountain was high and the road was long, and there were many dangers, so Ye Yang did not recommend her to go there.

Leaving your address is just to give the other person a thought.

After leaving the small hill, Ye Yang had been thinking about a question.

Are these people at the bottom of society really still considered human beings?
A gust of wind, a shower of rain, a slight blow, or even a breath accidentally exhaled from the immortal's mouth can kill them.

At best, they can only be regarded as a group of cattle and horses that can reproduce.

……

After returning to Shanhai Pass, Ye Yang had nothing to do for a few days, so he took out the White Elephant Pearl and studied it carefully.

This thing is rare. It is a spiritual pearl formed in the skull of the wisest old elephant in the white elephant tribe after his death.

It is the size of a thumb, has an ivory-like luster, is extremely intelligent, and has amazing intelligence.

Ye Yang clenched the white elephant bead tightly, and suddenly an old scaly elephant with its feet on the ground and its back holding up the sky appeared in his mind.

The old elephant is very old, with wrinkles all over his body, covered with a layer of blue-black scales, and his skin is old, but his eyes are bright and extraordinary.

Feeling the shape, bones and blood of elephants, Ye Yang swung his fists in a circle and began to practice the Elephant Demon Fist.

At this moment, while practicing with the White Elephant Pearl in his hand, he felt an indescribable force of the elephant demon rushing through his whole body.

"The demon elephant devours the sky!"

Ye Yang shouted loudly, his nose and mouth opened, and the air around him formed a miniature nebula, pouring into his mouth and nose.

At the same time, a loud and exciting elephant roar was heard!
In an instant, his arms became thicker, covered with blue-black scales and wrinkles, like huge elephant legs.

"This white elephant bead actually contains a trace of the blood of the sleepless old elephant!"

Ye Yang was slightly surprised. He didn't know how many years this White Elephant Pearl had been in the tomb of the Fox Fairy Temple, but it was still shining brightly and pure.

The old elephant seemed to have a trace of dragon blood, with scales all over its body, extremely strong and masculine, and an indestructible metal nature.

This is probably the reason why the white elephant beads can be preserved intact.

When the old elephant's spiritual blood entered his body, Ye Yang suddenly felt full of strength.

The demonic energy of the Elephant Demon Fist is strong and improving, and it seems that it is ready to devour someone.

Elephant Demon Fist: Getting Started
Progress: 9%
Next level: Minor success

Be persistent and practice boxing a hundred times every day for four years and you will succeed.

Ye Yang had checked the Elephant Demon Fist before, and found that he had only made 7% of his training progress, and it would take four and a half years to break through.

After using the Dragon Elephant Spirit Blood today, the Elephant Demon Fist actually soared to 9%, saving half a year and only taking four years.

He also deduced a new move of the Elephant Demon Fist - Demon Elephant Devouring the Sky.

Ye Yang found a rope, tied the white elephant beads, and hung it around his neck. He felt his mind was clear and his thoughts were flowing. He secretly praised that the role of the white elephant beads in enlightening wisdom was indeed well-deserved.

……

In the next few days, Ye Yang received a small note every night with the same repetitive content on it.

"Tonight is a full moon night. I'd like to invite you to meet me at Shanhai Village, thirty miles west of Shanhaiguan."

Ye Yang didn't take it seriously at all. Every time someone threw a note to him, he would just throw it into the trash can.

Pretend you didn’t see it.

On this day, the sky was clear and cloudless, the sun was scorching, and there was a sense of heat in the air.

Ye Yang received a notice that he would return to Feitian Gate tomorrow on the Feitian Gate’s newly purchased Flying Silver Banded Ray.

(End of this chapter)