บท 108: Chapter 107 Dark Fang

"Hahaha, this feels so great man! I'm gonna fall in love with the amazement of flight!" Nightin shouted in joy as he flapped his wings once again, travelling at a speed which he had never once expected to attain.

He was sure that even if a Martial Emperor cultivator decides to chase after him, it would just be a game of cat and mice which would never end.

Nightin continued to advance forward, but soon stopped after an hour, he had arrived a mountain which towered over him and pierce through the skies.

Scanning around, he realised that there weren't any signs of flame energy nearby, neither was there any traces of someone just passing by, Orochi had clearly made a trap for him somewhere.

What now?

Nightin explored around as he flew around the mountain, seeing that there wasn't any point in exploring the exterior area, he took flight and flew even higher, to an altitude which he had never fathomed until today.

The rocky cliffs had some landing grounds which would sometimes be in his way and force him to progress higher through another direction.

The temperature was decreasing every time he passes one of those checkpoints, which soon coated his hair and robe with ice, which takes on the form on snow.

His robe had gradually changed into a black and white colour as well. The colours were of alluring ratio with ninety percent being white and ten percent of black being a long diagonal stripe.

Raising his head, the eye blinding sunlight made him shrink his eyes. He could see that the rocky area just above him was caved into flat ground, beyond that was just another stretch of unknown height.

Without any hesitation, he once again made an attempt for the sun as gusts of wind kicked off behind him.

His feet landed on solid ground as his wings retracted themselves back into his body and remained dormant, maybe that was another form of usage besides converting his swords into an accessory.

"Now then, where should I go?" When Nightin muttered under his breath, mist forming in the air when he spoke.

Scanning around, he noticed imprints of footsteps on the snowy ground just up ahead, those footsteps lead deeper into the mountain, into a pitch black cave.

Standing outside the cave, he once again tried having his Life sword take on another form, the object visualised this time, was a glowing orb which emits light with defensive properties.

With a swoosh, the Life sword flew above his head as it gradually took on the desired form, surrounding his body was a energy shield as it stepped deeper into the darkness.

On the side of the cave, there were scratch markings which left a deep scar on the uneven walls.

What is this?

Nightin probed in further as he advanced to it slowly, his breathing was steady and the grip on his sword was relaxed.

The scratch mark was carved onto the walls by five sharp lines, faint bloodstains still lurk on them even though the person has left, there was no need for any questions.

The person who had arrived here, had most likely made it here half alive, the scratch mark was most likely a marking he made to seek help.

The most important point right now would be that, the bloodstains were still visible, which meant that the person had most likely made it into the deeper parts.

Nightin wanted to ignore the plight of this stranger, but seeing that he was currently free and available to help him, he made the decision to advance deeper into the cave.

Timed quest has been activated:

Find the stranger and bring him/her out from the cave, alive. Rewards will be dependent on the completion rate of the mission.

The environment he was situated at now, it reminded him of someone. The uncanny bat with razor fangs which took on the human form.

I wonder how he's doing now. Nightin thought to himself, it would have been easier if Dark Fang was around to assist him, the caves were his territory after all.

*In the darkness*

This seems like a pretty good location, the cultivation resources here should be able to last me for a few months. He thought to himself as he stared at the man whose face was ashen white, not even one part of his skin was spared from slash marks.

"So, are you finally willing to speak up?" Dark Fang asked the man who was lying on the ground.

The man opened his mouth, all but that came out was fresh blood, his hand was placed on his abdomen as he muttered "Young bat, what's your name?"

What? Shock was Dark Fang's first reaction when the man exposed his identity, he didn't even make use of spirit energy or any method he knew of.

Taking a moment to regain his composure, he said politely "Senior, my name is Dark Fang."

So, you're his grandson after all. "Young bat, don't panic when I enter your body, all I'll bring you are benefits." His voice drifted off into Dark Fang's head as he dashed straight for his consciousness as a glowing light.

Before Dark Fang could even react, memories started to surge into his mind and he could feel his spirit energy growing expotentially, in just the moment of a few breaths, he made use of the received spirit energy to breakthrough the second gate.

Dark Fang scanned around his body and realised that there was a tear shaped object floating above his demon core, but he didn't panic as he could feel the nourishment it was giving off.

Soon, streak of tears flowed down Dark Fang face, his fist was tightened into a punch as he punched towards the nearby wall. Muttering "Why? Uncle... What was that even for... I could have attempted to save you..."

Regret. That was the only emotion Dark Fang could feel at the moment, his heart was aching from the loss of a loved one, needles were pricking his heart with every thought that comes into mind.

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