Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 131 Hunting in the Secret Realm

Upon hearing the name "Da Qing," the demon donkey's eyes widened immediately. At the same time, it felt a warm current emanating from the other's palm, rushing into its body. Its internal organs felt as if they were soaking in a hot spring, and its depleted demonic energy surged and recovered.

"Ang ang ang..."

It immediately let out a few low growls, lowered its head, and wagged its tail, indicating its submission.

It turns out yesterday wasn't a dream; God really did come to save me that day!

Judging from its appearance, Yang Silang thought it had become docile, and turned to Wang Daniu.

"Da Niu, I'm entrusting Da Qing to you..."

Wang Daniu patted his chest confidently.

"Don't worry, Fourth Brother. We've already negotiated with the coachman and given him three taels of silver. It was just an extra charge and hasn't even been deposited into the account yet."

"The minor official in charge of the stables, out of consideration for you, tacitly agreed and did not obstruct it."

"It's perfectly reasonable for the groom to report that the donkey has a plague and he's worried about it spreading. Since someone is willing to buy it, he'll sell it cheaply."

"I'll take this donkey now... Daqing, let's go, the yard's all rented!"

Da Niu felt a little awkward. "I'm Da Niu, and this donkey is Da Qing. It seems like we're both from the 'Da' generation."

Yang Silang nodded in satisfaction. That was one of Da Niu's good qualities; he could complete the tasks assigned to him without fail.

As for whether the donkey can recover within a few days, to what extent it can recover, and whether it can make it to the hunting fair, that depends on fate.

He didn't know how effective these three methods of repairing the source would be.

We don't require Daqing to return to its peak condition; as long as it can run at about the same speed as a good warhorse, he can ride it to the meeting.

We can only let things take their course; we won't force it.

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A few days later.

The group rode their horses toward a desolate mountain outside the provincial capital.

Of course, there were also some oddities among these people and horses. Yang Silang rode a rather thin, scarred big blue donkey. This donkey was slightly shorter than the good horses around it, but it ran steadily and fast. Its four hooves were slightly purple, and a tuft of purple hair flashed on the tip of its leaping tail.

It ran effortlessly, clearly not yet at full strength, but it was already keeping up with the speed of the other horses.

Yang Silang was very satisfied.

The three points of restoration essence rewarded by the inscription system are indeed extraordinary.

The demonic donkey stopped vomiting blood on the first day, could sleep standing up, and could eat voraciously. On the second day, although it had not yet gained weight, its demonic energy had recovered by more than half, its spirit was strong, and it had energy. In the middle of the night, it dreamed of many mare and donkey.

By the third day, after several days of ravenous eating, he had finally gained some weight and was no longer a sickly skeleton covered in skin. His demonic energy had been fully restored, and even the words that the General had once been thinking about had become clear again.

Most of the external scars from the rotting wounds and gunshot wounds have faded, leaving only faint scars.

Wang Daniu was quite surprised to see that Daqing regained its spirits in just three days.

Yang Silang simply said that this was a sick demon donkey that was about to die. He had previously bought some unidentified animal medicines on the black market and was going to try them on the donkey. If it worked, he would get a free mount; if not, he would settle accounts with that unscrupulous merchant when he returned to Gongzhou Prefecture.

Wang Daniu immediately felt no longer wronged; a demon indeed deserved to be called "Da".

He carried several buckets of water and thoroughly washed it from head to toe, revealing its light blue fur, a touch of purple on the soles of its hooves, and a dark blue tail.

They also prepared a full set of saddle and riding gear for it to wear.

Wang Daniu wanted to ride it around a few times for fun, but every time he got on, he was thrown off. He refused to give up until he was bruised and battered and bleeding from his head.

Yang Silang, however, received a different treatment.

When the big blue donkey saw Yang Silang coming over, it lowered its head and knelt on its front hooves, its body half a step shorter, for fear that the other party would be uncomfortable in the saddle. This made Wang Daniu so angry that he cursed loudly: "Stupid donkey, don't you think about who takes good care of you, feeds you, and washes your fur?"

Daqing rolled his eyes, unconcerned—you're just a mortal, how dare you compare yourself to the master? And you even call the master brother? You have no sense of hierarchy!

Yang Silang rode his big blue donkey to a nearby wasteland and tried riding around. He was quite satisfied.

It was not quite the same as the donkey's peak condition in the dream, but not far off. Moreover, from the perspective of the spirit, there was a vibrant life force within its body, which was continuously and slowly changing its form.

It's estimated that over time, this donkey will become even stronger and reach a higher level than before.

Three taels of silver, what a steal!

He was in a good mood. With this demonic donkey as his help, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in terms of mounts at this hunting party.

Yan Nanxing leaned over and looked down at the donkey under his crotch, his face full of doubt.

Jin Xiangyu, Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, Bai Lang, Sun Shiwei, and Ye Liuyun all rode horses, but Yang Silang rode a donkey. This donkey was incredibly fast, able to keep up with everyone's pace, which naturally aroused everyone's curiosity.

After observing for a while, Yan Nanxing finally realized where this inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

"Hey... Silang, this donkey looks just like that stubborn donkey my godfather kept in the animal pen!"

"But without that kind of strength, it's impossible to run that fast!"

Yang Silang smiled.

"Brother Yan, it's not just a resemblance, it's that donkey."

He had considered covering it up, but then he thought that if he made up a story about how he bought the big donkey himself or captured it from outside, there would be too many loopholes if he appeared in front of everyone.

So he simply mixed the lie with the truth, saying that the martial arts hall needed to replace a batch of horses and bought them from a horse dealer at the market. The dealer sold them at a high price but gave him this sick donkey that was on its last legs for free.

The groom was worried that the donkey might have a disease that could spread to other livestock, so he wanted to sell it cheaply.

Yang Silang said that he was in trouble because he wanted to attend a hunting party but had no suitable mount.

I remembered that I had previously bought a few monster-specific pills at a cheap price on the black market in Gongzhou Prefecture. I wondered if they were genuine or not.

The donkey was practically given away for free, so he paid for it to try out the medicine.

Originally, it was a desperate attempt to revive the donkey, but unexpectedly, after a few pills, the donkey actually came back to life and was even quite fast when ridden.

So today I will ride a donkey to the meeting.

"That stupid donkey, instead of enjoying the comforts of the General's Camp, he tormented himself to the point of starvation, and only after being sold to the Martial Arts Hall did he learn to eat horse feed."

"Clearly, he's an idiot. How could he possibly deserve to enjoy the General's radiant glory?"

"Let it follow me, nibble on grass every day, and let it slowly regret it!" Yang Silang laughed.

Yan Nanxing laughed heartily upon hearing this, and any slight resentment he had felt immediately vanished.

Anyway, this donkey was unwanted by the General's Camp, otherwise it wouldn't have ended up in the wrong place. Yang Silang was lucky to have it cured with medicine.

"What a pity about those few pills..." He said with a hint of regret, "We even managed to save that donkey from near death."

"It's such a waste to use that on this stupid donkey."

Yan Nanxing regretted the few pills he had, and asked Yang Silang with eager eyes if he had any more.

Yang Silang shrugged and said that at the time, because he didn't know how effective the pills were, he was afraid that using too little would be a waste of medicine, so he simply fed it all into the donkey's belly in one go, and there was really nothing left.

Yan Nanxing sighed repeatedly, instructing Yang Silang and the others to check if the drug dealer was still around when they returned to the black market in Gongzhou Prefecture, and to help buy the veterinary medicine if he had any.

Yang Silang readily agreed, and the matter of Daqing was put to rest.

The group chatted and laughed as they rode their horses at full gallop.

It's springtime now, and the road is filled with the fragrance of flowers, offering beautiful scenery that is truly delightful.

Among the group, Yan Nanxing, Sun Shiwei, and Ye Liuyun were riding familiar Yuteng horses; Jin Xiangyu rode a Ferghana horse.

Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, and Bai Lang rode the iron-hoofed warhorses they had bought at a high price in the market, further depleting their already meager wallets.

The Akhal-Teke is the fastest sprinter; the Iron-Hoofed Horse has excellent endurance and long-lasting running ability, and its hooves are naturally hard as iron, capable of breaking through stones. Both types of horses have the bloodline of demon beasts.

However, the three types of horses—Fish-steed, Ferghana, and Iron-hoofed Horse—are only much smarter than their kind, but they have not yet reached the level of spiritual intelligence, understanding human speech, or absorbing moonlight. Therefore, they can only be considered to have demon blood and are considered demonic beasts, not true demons.

However, demonic beasts are not necessarily weaker than demons. Some demonic beasts possess a strong instinct for fighting and can even overpower demons in a head-on battle.

Yang Silang's big blue horse was actually the most demonic among the group of mounts, but its appearance was not as eye-catching as the others.

"We've been riding for almost an hour..." Jin Xiangyu, her face veiled to shield her from the dust, couldn't help but complain, "Why haven't we reached the entrance to the secret realm yet?"

"How much longer?"

Yan Nanxing hurriedly replied from the side.

"Almost there, almost there. Once we turn past that little hill, we'll reach the location on the invitation."

"We'll be met there by someone."

"Brother Pei, you are well-informed; do you know anything about the secrets of this hidden realm?"

The provincial capital is situated on a plain surrounded by mountains, but they can hardly be described as majestic; they are merely small hills.

Pei Buqi shook his head.

"The secret realm that the four great families invited us to this time was newly discovered by them half a year ago. They kept the news very secret and it was only recently revealed."

"The Pei family and other prominent families are very envious."

"After all, mastering enough powerful secret realms is the foundation of a powerful family's strength."

"However, this secret realm has only just been discovered, and there may be unknown risks inside. We need to be careful when we go in."

In the past few days, Yang Silang has also learned some knowledge about the secret realm through Granny Tianjing.

If we consider the world beneath our feet as the human realm, and regard it as a great world, then the numerous secret realms are merely fragments of that world—no, perhaps only shards, because they are usually not very large.

The appearance of secret realms in the human world is random. The entrance may be in the wilderness, in a city, in the sky or underwater, in any place. If the exit cannot be fixed with a secret technique, the entrance will become idle after a while, and the secret realm passage will disappear.

Secret realms generally contain the sun, moon, heaven, and earth, and can give rise to living beings, which is why they are regarded as treasure troves by aristocratic families.

However, in some secret realms, the sun and moon cease to exist, like the deepest hell, where no living being can survive; these are called forbidden secret realms.

Some secret realms contain strange rules, such as outsiders being unable to use true energy or divine soul; or the presence of strange creatures, etc.

In short, the aristocratic families both love and fear the secret realm.

A rich and vast secret realm is enough to support the foundation of a family; but if one discovers a strange secret realm without knowing it and invests most of the family's strength in it, then the decline from prosperity may happen in an instant.

Pei Buqi reminded everyone to be careful, because the secret realm they were participating in this time was a new secret realm that had not been fully explored.

Everyone nodded.

As we talked, we had already followed the path around the small hill in front of us, and along the path, more and more fellow travelers who had come to attend the conference gradually appeared in all directions.

At the foot of the mountain lies a typical village with a few hundred residents, surrounded by large tracts of flat farmland.

It is spring planting season, but there is no sign of land being cultivated, no farmers working on it, and no normal scenes of roosters crowing, dogs barking, and smoke rising from chimneys in the village.

Instead, groups of strong and vigorous young men and women rode tall horses, clad in armor and weapons, into the village.

Yang Silang was immediately invigorated upon seeing this scene; he knew that they had arrived at the entrance to the secret realm!

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