Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Chapter 57: The War Drums Sound, Red Candle Tent, Spring Night Spent

The Canglan Mountain Range, lush with vegetation and inhabited by the Beast Clan. It is a natural hunting ground and also a place where lives are taken.

A peculiar-looking rabbit hides within the thorns, its golden eyes burning like flames, staring intently at the white liquid dripping down the cliff’s edge.

Each droplet nourishes a string of crimson fruits growing within the rock crevice, seemingly hastening their maturity.

And around the rabbit lays a ground full of corpses, all belonging to the Beast Clan.

Among these corpses are unicorn wolves at the human Gray Realm, three-eyed Qian leopards who have entered the Silver Realm, red silver pythons... and even a three-headed giant ape.

They all share one thing in common: their heads have exploded, and their brains are nowhere to be found.

"Soon, soon!" The beast stared intently at the maturing fruit, heart pounding with concealed excitement.

Once he eats those fruits, his wounds will heal significantly, at least enough to return him to the state he was in before encountering the Jing Family.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps appeared behind the beast. He turned abruptly, his gaze fierce, ready to kill any approaching creature. Yet, as a shadow enveloped him, he felt his fur stand on end, muscles tensely alert.

He raised his golden eyes to see an unparalleled handsome face.

That face glimpsed a faint smile toward him, causing his golden eyes to shrink, radiating a menacing light.

"So you are here." Si Mo bent down, grabbing the fur on the beast’s neck, lifting him from the thorns, and holding him in his arms. His tone was as if he had found a wayward pet that left home.

"What are you doing here?" The beast warily stared at him and asked.

Si Mo’s lips curved slightly, his tone sincere, "You are too mischievous. Being away from home for so long, little Ge’er would be worried."

’Damn you, damn you!’

The beast was internally furious but dared not genuinely provoke this man.

Because he indeed had the power to crush him with one hand!

"Oh? It’s Jade Fruit." Si Mo’s gaze fell on the tempting fruit growing in the rock crevice. "Elixirs refined from Jade Fruit have their healing capabilities increased by several folds. Such an excellent item, little Ge’er would like it."

"That’s mine! I discovered it!" The beast roared angrily.

He had guarded the Jade Fruit for so long, killed so many from the Beast Clan who coveted and fought for it. How could he give up at the crucial moment?

Si Mo’s eyes lightly shifted to him, squinted slightly, and through the slits revealed a dangerous light, maintaining a smile, "You are little Ge’er’s contracted beast; what’s yours is hers, and what’s hers is still hers."

’Damn it!’

The beast felt heartbreak a thousandfold, glaring wide-eyed at Si Mo, ridiculing, "Do your subordinates know how shameless you are?"

Si Mo’s smile widened, cheerfully looking at the beast, causing a shiver down his spine.

Si Mo patted his head, smiling, "However, since you found it, you deserve some credit, so I’ll reward you with one."

Damn you to hell!

The beast felt like crying but had no tears.

At this moment, a glow rose from the rock crevice, the fragrance of the Jade Fruit beginning to permeate.

That aroma enticed the beast, making him drool and wish he could rush over and devour all the Jade Fruit in one gulp. However, he was immobilized, held by the man whose grip on his neck could crush him at any moment.

"You can pick them now." A slight hint of joy flashed in Si Mo’s quartz-colored eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the string of Jade Fruits in the rock crevice automatically detached, flying toward his hand.

The beast watched as the duck in hand flew into Si Mo’s palm, his eyes nearly falling out in frustration, preferring not to see evil.

The Jade Fruits landed in Si Mo’s hand, a blinding light flashed, forcing the beast to shut his eyes.

When he reopened them, there was only one lonely Jade Fruit left in Si Mo’s palm.

"Roar——!"

The beast couldn’t help but let out a roar.

Si Mo flicked the solitary Jade Fruit in his hand lightly, sending it flying toward the beast’s mouth.

The beast opened his mouth, catching it immediately and swallowing.

Instantly, a faint reddish hue cloaked his fur, enveloping him. The beast slowly closed his eyes, seemingly refining the energy within the Jade Fruit.

Si Mo looked down at him, his large hand smoothing the soft fur on his neck, taking him back to the Dragon Tooth Camp.

"It’s been so long, little Ge’er should have finished talking by now." Si Mo murmured to himself.

...

The Dragon Tooth Camp, the burning fire pits around the training field illuminated it.

Night was deep, everyone had returned to rest. Yet Mu Qingge stood alone in the training field, the Linglong Spear held in her hand, standing by her feet.

The night wind blew, the air somewhat humid and stifling.

Her hair was blown upwards, her light armor and battle robe flapped noisily.

Mu Qingge stood with her eyes closed, her exquisite features carrying a touch of coldness and sharpness, as if immersed in something.

’No matter what, we hope you go to see Mother.’

’Mother also has her difficulties, hope you forgive her.’

’Mother always misses you, knowing you are in the Middle Ancient Realm, she would definitely be very happy.’

’We are waiting for you at the Sang Family in Fusha City.’

Mu Qingge suddenly opened her eyes, a cold glint rising in her clear eyes. She whispered in a low voice, "Mu Qingge, if you were still alive, how would you respond? Sang Lanruo means nothing to me."

She could not comprehend Sang Lanruo’s suffering and challenges, similarly, Mu Qingge’s hardships, stepping to this point, were beyond their imagination.

They would never know, the real Mu Qingge had long since died amidst the lies woven by Sang Lanruo.

Seeking Sang Lanruo was to get an answer.

But now, having gotten the answer, is there still a need to go to the Sang Family in Fusha City?

The irritation in her heart was for the real Mu Qingge, for the real Mu Qingge who was already dead. She had replaced her, received everything of hers, and now, having found the news about Sang Lanruo, she felt even more for the already dispersed soul.

Mu Qingge suddenly kicked the spear, the Linglong Spear rose, she caught it in her hand, drawing a sharp edge.

’Mu Qingge, would you forgive the mother who abandoned you for nineteen years? Would you hate her arrangement, forcing you to hide your identity as a daughter, ultimately dying tragically on the battlefield?’ Mu Qingge wielded the Linglong Spear, swinging it across the training field.

The spear technique was as fast as the wind, swift as lightning, sharp as knives, around her continuously bursting with silver gleams.

Her black hair fluttered, light armor and blood robe, as the Linglong Spear in Mu Qingge’s hands emitted a crisp and resonant spear call. Gradually, it alarmed the Dragon Tooth Camp.

The Dragon Tooth Guards, who had already retired, emerged from their tents, surrounding the training field.

They watched their young lord, watching the spear technique she wielded, seemingly feeling her mood at this moment.

No one spoke, only silently watched.

People, gathered more and more.

Soon, all five hundred Dragon Tooth Guards were present, Mo Yang among them.

You He and Hua Yue came out.

Bai Xi and Yin Chen stood at the training field’s edge.

Jing Hai and Yuanyuan stood together.

Xuan Ya and Xie Ya stood side by side, eyes filled with confusion.

Xuan Kui was among them, silently watching with everyone.

On the platform outside the main tent, Si Mo, who returned from the Canglan Mountain Range with the beast, stood silently like a solitary peak, quietly watching the woman flaunting her martial prowess in the training field.

"What’s wrong with the Young Master?" Xuan Kui asked in surprise.

Xie Ya frowned and pursed his lips, lightly saying, "The Young Master’s heart is in turmoil."

"Little Master Uncle, what’s up with the instructor?" At the same time, Jing Hai asked the Yuanyuan beside him.

A look of worry crossed Yuanyuan’s beautiful face, "Boss is in a bad mood."

The shadows of the spear in Mu Qingge’s hands grew faster, her figure hidden within, dazzling the eyes of the beholder. The Linglong Spear Technique she executed seemed to forgo spiritual power, yet she performed it repeatedly.

This pure exhibition of strength and speed, however, further conveyed the power of the Linglong Spear Technique.

Boom—!

Suddenly, a loud thunder resounded in the night, lightning cleaved the night sky, illuminating the Sunset Grassland for a brief moment.

Mo Yang’s body stiffened, and he shouted, "Bring the drums!"

The Dragon Tooth Guards obeyed the order, immediately turning around to fetch hundreds of drums from the tents. They quickly surrounded the training ground, setting the drums before them.

Mo Yang stood among them, raising the drumstick high in his hand, striking the drumhead fiercely.

Dong—!

The sound of drums echoed throughout the Dragon Tooth Camp.

As Mo Yang played the drums, the five hundred Dragon Tooth Guards also lifted the drumsticks in their hands, rhythmically beating the drums before them.

Dong—!

Dong dong—!

Dong—!

The orderly drumbeats drowned out the thunder in the sky, spreading with a powerful momentum from the Dragon Tooth Camp, gradually covering the entire Sunset Grassland.

Amidst the drumbeats, the spear in Mu Qingge’s hand seemed to be infused with more power, swinging more fiercely, venting the frustration in her heart.

Shafts of silver light constantly appeared around her as the tip of the spear traced through the air, and the Linglong Spear seemed to become an extension of her body, moving more agilely.

Stepping in time with the drums, Mu Qingge seemed to enter a realm of forgetfulness, forgetting her worries, forgetting her original intention, completely immersed in the Linglong Spear Technique.

"What are they doing?" Xuan Ya marveled at the drum playing of the Dragon Tooth Guards.

Xie Ya understood and said, "They are sharing the burden with the young master in their own way. Through this morale-boosting drumbeat, they are telling the young master that they will always stand by them."

Xuan Ya’s eyes were filled with astonishment as she looked at Mu Qingge, at the Dragon Tooth Guards.

Amidst the drumbeats and the shadows of the spears, she seemed to feel for the first time that eternal and unchanging bond between Mu Qingge and the Dragon Tooth Guards.

These people, though not necessarily the strongest, were the bravest warriors for Mu Qingge! The most reliable comrades!

Dong—Dong dong dong—Dong dong—Dong—Dong dong dong—

The sound of drums floated, waking the night of the Sunset Grassland.

In the countless tents, various people walked out sporadically and stood outside their tents, looking with curiosity towards the direction of the drumbeats.

"It’s the Dragon Tooth Camp!"

Someone deduced the direction from which the drumbeats came.

"Why are they drumming in the middle of the night? What happened?"

"I don’t know, but the drumbeats indeed have a stirring and morale-boosting effect." The speaker couldn’t help but stand up straighter.

In the Sang Family Camp, Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen returned from the Dragon Tooth Camp without resting.

The drumbeats interrupted their conversation, and they exchanged a glance before stepping out of the tent, looking at the hill where the Dragon Tooth Camp was located.

The drumbeats seemed to strike their hearts directly.

Though they didn’t understand, they heard unspoken and indescribable emotions within the drumbeats.

"Is it sister?" Sang Yichen was immersed in the drumbeats, asking softly.

Sang Xuewu didn’t answer; she just listened intently to the narrative within the drumbeats, a feeling of inexplicable heartache making her clutch her collar, her nose slightly sour.

Dong dong dong—Dong dong—Dong—Dong dong dong dong dong dong—

The drumbeats continued unceasingly, awakening the Sunset Grassland early.

Qin Yiyao stood outside her tent, gazed towards the Dragon Tooth Camp in the dark night, murmuring, "It’s the battle drum of the Mu Family... What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?"

In the Han Family Camp, Han Caicai was awakened by the drumbeats and rushed outside, looking towards the direction of the sound, his brows furrowed.

Han Yiren was also awoken and quickly came to her second brother’s side, asking in confusion, "Where’s the drum sound coming from in the dead of night?"

Han Caicai didn’t reply, but was instead immersed in the drumbeats, murmuring a ballad in a low tone: "The bright moon of Qin times and the watchtowers of Han times, at the endless Long March, the travelers are yet to return. If the flying general of Dragon City is still here, the barbarian horses shall not cross Yinshan."

"Second brother, what are you reciting?" Han Yiren couldn’t hear clearly and asked again.

But Han Caicai didn’t hear her at all; his long eyes were suddenly filled with heartache, murmuring to himself, "I finally understand the feeling you have when reciting this poem."

Perhaps, this poem does not only represent Mu Qingge alone but an ethos.

Mu Qingge’s determination was so strong that it made him feel insignificant in comparison.

Boom—!

Thunder resounded in the night sky once more, seemingly dissatisfied that the Mu Family’s drumbeats had stolen its thunder.

Yet regardless of how intimidating the thunder was, the Mu Family’s drumbeats remained orderly, without a hint of panic, pounding persistently.

This was a place where Floating Guests gathered.

The Mu Family’s drumbeats evoked memories of their iron-blooded days in the Jianghu, immersing them in the tales of their military exploits.

No profit, no treachery, only immense courage and pride!

In the Ying Family Camp, Ying Ze, draped in a long robe, stood in his tent.

His tent flap was lifted, and Ji Yaohua walked in, saying to him, "Did you hear it? The drumbeats seem to come from the Dragon Tooth Camp."

"The drumbeats are so loud, I’m not deaf, of course, I heard them," Ying Ze responded indifferently.

Ji Yaohua used her little finger to scratch her ear, smiling, "This annoying noise that’s disturbing our sleep, shall we go over and smash those drums together?"

"These drumbeats are quite pleasant," Ying Ze said, sitting down and closing his eyes, seemingly listening seriously to the sound of the battle drums.

Ji Yaohua was taken aback, blinked, and her gaze drifted towards the outside of the tent.

Dong—! Dong dong—! Dong—! Dong dong dong—!

The enduring drumbeats, never ceasing, each louder than the last, each more capable of striking the heart.

The people on the Sunset Grassland were almost all influenced by the drumbeats, not knowing what was happening, but immersed in the sound, hoping it would never stop.

The thunder in the night sky seemed to feel its authority being challenged.

It began to roar and brought a fierce wind, violently sweeping across the Sunset Grassland.

Within the Dragon Tooth Camp, the fierce wind howled, causing every person’s clothes to flap violently, and the flags to fly high. The wind blew Mu Qingge’s hair wild, yet she remained unmoved, continuing to dance with the Linglong Spear.

An exquisite display of spear technique presented in a new form before everyone.

The dust on the ground was swept into the air by the wind, attempting to blind everyone. Yet, the Dragon Tooth Guards were completely unaffected, continuing to beat the battle drums in their hands.

This was the battle drum of the Mu Family Army, the sound representing the will of the Mu Family Army, an iron will that could never collapse.

For the first time, the sound of the Mu Family Army’s battle drums echoed across the lands of the Middle Ancient Realm.

Crack—!

A bolt of lightning struck as if to split the sky.

The lightning descended from the sky, striking a tree beside the training ground in the Dragon Tooth Camp.

The tree trunk cracked, and heavenly fire burned the branches, illuminating the training ground even more.

In the training ground, Mu Qingge entered a state where man and spear were one, her eyes seeing nothing but the Linglong Spear and the constant sound of the battle drums accompanying her.

Crash—Crash—!

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