Capítulo 23: Echinemon Race's Whereabouts

IN DA SISHEN.

Yang Lujia and his disciples did not bother to alter their appearances. After all, no one would know who they were as they never settled in this realm, particularly Yang Lujia, who had always stayed in the War Dragon Sect before.

Although his grandfather brought him to the five realms as a kid, he never really paid attention to the places they had been to. He only observed the ways of the world and that was… those who have strength, will survive… and those who have none but weaknesses will die.

It was like a golden rule that the world of five realms ordained and that no one could go against that law.

Yang Lujia and his disciples were sent to a village. This was the disadvantage of worming yourself towards another realm. Due to some unexpected spatial cracks in the void, while they were traveling, they encountered some void beasts that deterred the path to a certain place Yang Lujia had in mind. After all, fighting with void beasts could actually destroy the path channel he forged himself.

"If it's really not for that damned void beast, we would have arrived earlier and at the city I wanted us to arrive," Yang Lujia muttered, clearly annoyed. "Anyway, where are we?"

"Master, it seems like we're at the edge of a village," Lin Diyu said as he observed the surroundings.

"I didn't tell you to answer, but thanks anyway."

"..."

Lin Diyu blankly stared at his master. Every single day, it seemed like his master was getting stranger and stranger.

"Right," Yang Lujia said as he closed his eyes. His mental power spread throughout the entire forest.

Meanwhile, Long Guang was eating a part of the Void Dragon while sitting on top of Yang Lujia's shoulders. He treated the legs of the Void Dragon as drumsticks, vigorously licking his lips.

"Dili… dili… syus!" Long Guang couldn't get enough of the Void Dragon. It was so delicious that his stomach growled every time he had nothing in his mouth anymore. On the other hand, Lin Diyu was staring blankly at his companies.

His master was closing his eyes while his second junior brother was happily eating the Void Dragon leg. His second junior brother even squinted his own eyes in response to the delicious meat he was eating and laughed like a maniac.

"It looks like there is a path toward a nearby city, but we shouldn't be in a hurry. Let us first inquire some news about that damnable race," Yang Lujia thought as he started walking towards the entrance of the village like a normal human.

"Stop right there!" a guard in brown leather armor obstructed the three of them. "You have to pay at least one middle-grade spirit stone!"

Contrary to what was expected, Yang Lujia was actually surprised. "Excuse, what is a middle-grade spirit stone? How are they determined?"

His grandfather never told him that there were actually graded spirit stones. This was new knowledge to him. He then recalled that time when he stole from the restaurant because of his reluctance to hand over his spirit stones. There were actually grades.

"Huh?" The guard looked at his companion and then back at Yang Lujia. "You don't know about it? You rogue country bumpkin!If you don't have one, then get out of the way!"

Yang Lujia's face darkened. It was the same with Long Guang and Lin Diyu.

"Calm down, you two. We need to keep a low profile, alright? Especially you, Long Guang," Yang Lujia said through mind transmission.

The two disciples nodded inwardly and just stared at the guard who was mocking their master. Their gazes were like tiny needles piercing through the barriers of the two guards' souls. This terrified the latter, as they felt insignificant after feeling like someone was spying on them.

Yang Lujia coughed and looked at the guard again. "Hello, if I may, what grade of spirit stone is this?" He took out a slightly dim spirit stone. "Can you determine what grade this spirit is? I'll give two of these to you if you help me appraise it."

"God! That's actually a high-grade spirit stone!" the two guards exclaimed. "Esteemed sir, we are sorry for our behavior earlier. We didn't know you were such an esteemed person!"

"I've got no problem with that," Yang Lujia said as he handed two high-grade spirit stones to the guards and three middle-grade spirit stones as their entrance fee per head.

The two guards said that they did not need to pay anything, but Yang Lujia insisted. After all, these spirit stones were only one of those things he picked up from the mine he incidentally visited . In particular, he loved collecting shiny treasures and stuff. Spirit stones even contained the aura of heaven and earth so he was quite fascinated by these things. Thus, when he found that specific mine, he harvested everything.

After finding a place to stay, he went about the village and asked some people about the whereabouts of the Echinemon Race, leaving his disciples in their own worlds to cultivate. However, none of them actually knew about the Echinemon Race. When Yang Lujia saw an old man who was holding a seemingly normal stick while drinking some tea inside the restaurant, he went near him.

"Hello, sir, I'm Long Ao, may I ask a question, sir?" Yang Lujia politely said as he cupped his fist in front of the old man. He then sat opposite to the latter.

The old man, whose beard appeared crunchy and his hair a bit messy, was actually surprised when someone approached him. He had been in this village for a year already, but everyone around him thought he was a beggar. Thus, he was normally despised by the villagers. Nevertheless, he didn't mind. It was more peaceful this way, anyway. However, after a year, someone actually approached him voluntarily.

This young man, on the other hand, tried to approach him. It was just that... he couldn't see through this young man's cultivation. It made him grin, as though he had found something interesting.

"Oh, young man, you're such a handsome boy!" the old man blurted out, acting like a beggar.

"Huh?" Yang Lujia's face twitched a bit. He then breathed some air and calmed down. "Sir, may I ask a question now?"

"Sure."

"Do you know anything about the Echinemon Race?" Yang Lujia straightforwardly asked. "If so, please tell me more about them, sir."

The old man was again surprised by Yang Lujia's question. He surmised that Yang Lujia might be someone from the Dragon Race who was completely annihilated by the Echinemon Race not long ago. However, he couldn't feel any aura parallel to that of the Dragon Race from the young man in front of him. Nevertheless, since it was just information about the Echinemon Race, he could just tell him.

"Young man, I don't know what your motive is, but all I can say is that you have to remember that they practice extremely demonic cultivation techniques. You have to be careful when you encounter them."

Yang Lujia just nodded, as he knew that this despicable race really practiced demonic techniques. After all, unlike dragons, their auras were demonic. Dragons have a more refined and holy aura. Totally opposite.

He then asked, "But sir, do you know of their whereabouts?"

The old man had a solemn look on his face. "Are you planning to go to their place, young man?"

"No, sir," Yang Lujia calmly replied, as he shook his head. "I just want to collect information about them for someone I know. As a friend, I want to help with the least I could do."

"But it is impossible to find them," the old man said as he looked out the window of the restaurant where they were.

Yang Lujia's face turned black. "What do you mean by impossible, sir?"

The old man drank half of his tea and caught a piece of dust in the air. "If you can catch this piece of dust, it can be said that you're really capable. However, that's not enough for you to find them." He then dropped the dust into his tea. "It's extremely difficult. Finding them is tantamount to seeking for the dust you dropped in the middle of the ocean."

"I understand." Yang Lujia sighed. "Thank you, sir."

When Yang Lujia was about to stand up, the old man talked. "Aren't you curious about who I am and what I am doing here, young man? I know so much about things that no one probably knew about, you know?"

"I don't care, sir," Yang Lujia still politely said as he turned his stare back at the old man.

When the old man saw the indifferent look on Yang Lujia's face, he was driven speechless. Did he really not care? Wasn't this young man supposed to find some clues that he wasn't really a powerless old man? According to the plot, this young man would beg him for help. The old man was actually here to find some disciples. He found the young man promising, so he thought of teaching him a bit, but he didn't expect the other party's apathetic response.

"However, sir, if you could tell me more about the Echinemon Race, I would care."

"Then, you should go to the nearest city, Guile City. It's one of the five famous cities in the Realm of Da Sishen. By the way, Guile City is the overlord of the Eastern Region. There, maybe you can find more about the Echinemon Race."

"Thank you, sir."

"It's a pity that you're a mortal…" the old man muttered in his mind.

"Sir?" Yang Lujia naturally heard the old man, as he could hear the thoughts of somebody else. He knew very well that this old man wasn't a simpleton or a beggar, so he chose to believe him.

"Ah?" the old man reacted. "Nothing… nothing…"

When Yang Lujia disappeared from the restaurant, the old man had a solemn look on his face. "Why is he seeking the whereabouts of the Echinemon Race? Plus, I doubt he's only a mortal… or it's possible his cultivation is way higher than mine… but that's impossible. There are only about ten to fifteen God Emperors in this realm, and I know all of them personally. There couldn't be one more... unless he's a hermit."

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