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The Changing Realm - Chapter 2

Published at 19th of June 2019 04:32:29 PM


Chapter 2

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Dongbo Muchen was brave. An eleven-year-old boy, without a Ling ring, who dared to explore the witchcraft forest alone. He was taking risks.

The witchcraft forest was so dangerous that it was surrounded by miasmas. Besides that, any Ling beast could kill him.

“If you kill a ten-year-old Ling beast on your own, you can absorb the Ling ring.”

Dongbo Muchen had entered the witchcraft forest, and his Ling was at the tenth level. He could get a Ling ring by killing a ten-year-old Ling beast. He desperately needed a Ling ring—even the lowest would do. After getting the Ling ring, he could be promoted to a Ling master. Then he could learn his Ling skills.

“If I hadn’t had the medicine for avoiding miasmas, I’d have died by now.”

Dongbo Muchen felt the danger after entering the witchcraft forest, even more dangerous than Grandpa had said. The forest was full of miasmas. Besides these, there were many poisonous insects, such as centipedes and spiders, and snakes and so on. But these insects hadn’t formed a Ling ring yet.

“It’s so dangerous!”

In the forest, Dongbo Muchen slept with his eyes half open. He crushed the medicine for avoiding miasmas and the medicine for avoiding poison, and scattered them around him. That way, ordinary poisonous insects and miasmas would not hurt him.

One day, Dongbo Muchen headed for the witchcraft forest.

This was the third day since he entered the witchcraft forest. He was very careful of every step he took; otherwise miasmas and poisonous insects in the forest would kill him.

“There is no water!” Dongbo Muchen shook the kettle, and his throat was dry, as if it was going to catch on fire.

However, he was the descendant of the Ling gate, which was not only famous for its hidden weapons all over the continent, but also dabbled in poisonous insects. Otherwise, Dongbo Muchen would have been poisoned. Even if there was water in the forest, it would’ve been polluted by miasma for a long time. If he drank it, he’d die.

“Water, water!” Dongbo Muchen was restless.

To explore and kill the Ling beasts in the forest, most explorers would have died.

Not because of the Ling beasts.

It was about dying of thirst or eating poisonous grass or the miasmas.

“Muchen, you are the descendant of the Ling gate; don’t humiliate your last name!”

“The descendant of the Ling gate can’t bring shame to the last name!”

Three days later, Dongbo Muchen’s head was in a fog. He had no food nor water. In such a dangerous environment, he could only dig up some fruit, which he thought were harmless, to feed himself.

In his mind, the voice of Brother Shi Wen was haunting.

“Yeah! My last name is Dongbo. Hold on, you must be firm!”

Supported by this belief, five days passed in the witchcraft forest.

It was the sixth day, and he was still grappling with his faith.

As he was on his way, all of a sudden, a strange feeling flashed through his mind. He hurriedly emptied his Ling into his eyes. Then his head stung with cold eyes.

Although Xielun Fayan was a useless Wu Ling, it was useful for warmth.

“The snake of cockscomb!”

Under Xielun Fayan’s keen capture, Dongbo Muchen caught the source of the dangerous smell.

A python more than three meters long was camouflaging its body at the moment, then it merged with a bush. Had it not been for Xielun Fayan, he would never have noticed it.

“It is the snake of cockscomb; it definitely has a ten-year Ling ring.”

He brimmed with excitement, but it was tempered by nervousness. . .

Dongbo Muchen’s breath quickened, and his hands full were sweaty as they gripped a wooden fork. He had gone into the dangerous witchcraft forest to kill a Ling beast by himself. Then he could get a Ling ring and be a Ling master to practice his Ling skills. But now the three-meter-long python was staring at him, and he didn’t know what to do.

Hiss!  It seemed he’d been spotted!

The snake of cockscomb was no longer camouflaged. Its eyes bulged like red lanterns, and its head suddenly swung. Then it swooped towards Dongbo Muchen with a shrill screech.

Dongbo Muchen’s brain was blank, and the shadow of death enveloped him.

There was too much power difference between the two, and Dongbo Muchen didn’t have a Ling skill yet. This adult snake was over three meters long. Even an experienced Ling master could die by accident.

The shadow of the python had been compressed, and with a twist, it could easily crush the boy’s bones to dust.

This snake of cockscomb was an unusual snake, with the blood of ancient dragons. Add the snake of ice, the snake of black, and the snake of fire—these were the ancient snakes which possessed many ways to strike the enemy. Fortunately, the snake of cockscomb didn’t want to kill the person in front of it, but choose to wrap around him.

“Oh!” Dongbo Muchen was so nervous that he lost his ability to think, and subconsciously poked the wooded fork out.

Now, it seemed he would have to die.

But a strange scene occurred; a hot, sticky juice spattered all over him. A shadow of a remnant light caught the snake of cockscomb. By coincidence, the fork in his hand happened to pass through the snake’s eyes. His body was blown out by the force of inertia, and it appeared he’d broken his arm.

As he slid against the trunk, the pain left him almost incapacitated.

However, the snake of cockscomb was also in great pain, because he could feel its constant  shaking of the ground and its hoarse hissing before its death.

For a while, Dongbo Muchen recovered from the pain and looked at the snake of cockscomb.

“Is it dead? I killed the snake of cockscomb?”

Dongbo Muchen was incredibly excited.

The three-meters-long snake of cockscomb was motionless. And some smaller branches had been swept away before it died. The blood-red ring, which was the ten-year Ling ring, materialized over the corpse, indicating that the snake of cockscomb was indeed dead.

“The Ling ring; this blood-red ring is a ten-year Ling ring.”

He was so excited that he forgot his pain.

The Ling ring only appeared once the Ling beast died.

There were good and bad Ling rings, and this judgment was based on the year of Ling beasts’ practice.

The red Ling ring was produced by the ten-year Ling beast. All Ling beasts that practice between ten and a hundred years had red Ling rings when they died. Obviously, although this snake of cockscomb was one of the four ancient snakes, it practiced for less than a hundred years. So the Ling ring was red.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple. Each color represented the level of the Ling beasts’ practice.

The Ling rings had a rigorous ranking for the Ling ancestors.

“After absorbing the Ling ring, I can get the Ling skill!” Dongbo Muchen’s face was full of blood, and his eyes glowed with excitement and anticipation.

“Ge Wu, Ge Wu, do you think that any Ling rings can be absorbed?”

At the moment, a sneer was heard.

Dongbo Muchen was amazed, and he looked at the sky. The sky was dim because it was obscured by the bushes. But they could see that there was a black figure in the sky. It was an old witch with a broom, a scepter, and a black robe.

The old witch had a black cat in her arms, and the jeering voice came from the cat.

“Boy, you need to come and see the respectable Mr. Ge Wu quickly!” The black-clothed figure on the broom was jeering from a kilometer high in the sky.





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