After the Qing Yi Clan warriors had joined Ji Xia's troop, the troop started moving forward faster than before.
The Qing Yi Clan warriors were born in the jungle. The primitive jungle was like their own backyard. Additionally, the Maguspriests of Qing Yi Clan were the best at communicating with all kinds of magical creatures of the jungle and dealing with those poisonous miasma.
The two hundred elite warriors that had come with Qing Ying were leading the way at the forefront. The troop didn't encounter any problems due to their guidance.
"Wooo-hoo!" Qing Ying let out a shout as he ran up and jumped to grab a long vine, swinging over the troop and then dropping himself onto a towering tree. He effortlessly found a couple of bird eggs in a nest, and poured them straight into his mouth.
Qing Ying wiped his mouth after he was satisfied, then swung backwards. He flipped a few times in the air and quietly landed beside Ji Hao. Qing Ying gave Ji Hao two bird eggs and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Hao! Don't be so quiet! Why're you sitting here all day? You don't even look like a young man, you know? You look like those elders in the clan. Come on, follow me! Let's hang out! Look, over there! It's a nest full of Iron Beak Parrots!"
Qing Ying shouted out abruptly and pointed at a tree miles away.
Ji Hao was still turning his head to look at the tree while Qing Ying had already hopped on a branch and shot an arrow; the sharp arrow whizzed through the air. A faint cyan light appeared behind Qing Ying, and formed a pair of cyan wings which was rapidly flapping in the wind. The arrow was wrapped by a wisp of cyan smoke and darted miles away in the blink of an eye.
The tree that Qing Ying had pointed at was thousands of feet tall. Tens of the beautiful Iron Beak Parrots were hovering and chirping around a huge nest built on a branch of the tree. All of those birds suddenly howled simultaneously and was shot down by that one arrow drawn by Qing Ying.
"Wow! Amazing!" Ji Hao popped up his eyes and exclaimed out loud. His eyesight was great, which allowed him to see clearly that all of those parrots had been pierced by the arrow through the middle of their eyes and were falling from the air; all of their feathers had remained undamaged though.
"Of course!" Qing Ying leapt off and said proudly. "Hao, I, your dear uncle! I'm the most handsome man, the best shooter, and the youngest Senior Magus in the Qing Yi Clan!" Yelled Qing Ying while he was leaping between branches.
Qing Ying didn't stop boasting; he quickly got under the towering tree and picked up those dead parrots. However, he soon started screaming and fleeing backwards, because a large group of Ghost-Faced Bees were madly chasing after him.
"Help! Xia! Brother! Help me! Damn! Bees! I hate these crazy bees! Why did they make a nest in the grass?!"
Qing Ying put his arm around his own head and ran towards Ji Xia. The Ghost-Faced Bees were not highly venomous; however, once stung by this kind of bees, the wounds inflicted would itch like hell. Usually, people couldn't help but keep scratching their skins after having been stung by the Ghost-Faced Bees; sometimes they would even scratch their own skin off.
Ji Xia walked up to Qing Ying half-laughing and half-annoyed. He grabbed Qing Ying and threw him into the troop, then opened his mouth and spurted a large stream of fire which burned those bees into ashes.
Qing Ying took a seat next to Ji Hao; he had not yet recovered from that fright. "Damn! Those mad bees..." Qing Ying complained loudly.
Ji Hao looked at him, laughed and said, "Uncle Ying! I thought you're the youngest Senior Magus in your clan! How could you be frightened by a group of bees?"
Qing Ying held his head high while looking at the rosy sun, and said shamelessly, "Of course I'm the youngest Senior Magus... I just... haven't been able to awaken my Magus Acupoints... yet."
Qing Ying had brought the troop a lot of fun during the journey. He was always jumping around like a monkey, making all kinds of small troubles, which made people laugh.
Day after day, the troop was still traveling through the jungle. Qing Ying loved hunting. He hunted a lot of beasts for Ji Hao to eat with his excellent hunting skills. Sometimes, Qing Ying just simply wanted to shoot something. Ji Hao was practicing the [Bu Tian Bu Lou Magic Spell], which allowed him to devour as much as he wanted.
The two of them made a perfect team based on hunting and eating animals. With the power of the [Bu Tian Bu Lou Magic Spell], Ji Hao was growing stronger and stronger. His body gained greater power and his blood that contained the bloodline power coursed through his meridians in streams, much quicker than before.
Ji Hao's body had been improved by the dragon's blood. The potential of his body was far greater than that of an ordinary human being. Added with all the beasts he had recently devoured, Ji Hao's physical power had already gone far beyond the Novice Level. However, he intentionally suppressed his strength and power, keeping his grade at the eleventh level as a Novice Magus.
Soon, they had traveled for fifty days. It was a quiet afternoon, a few Qing Yi Clan warriors flew back and shouted loudly.
"Brother Ji Xia! Brother Ying! We're only fifty miles away from the Cold Stream Valley!"
Qing Ying was bored, and was sitting on the mammoths' leader's head, with his bow held in his hands. He let out a cheering sound when he heard those warriors, and darted away through the trees, disappearing quickly into the jungle while leaving a series of cyan-coloured afterimages behind him.
Ji Xia and Qing Fu stood up and looked into the jungle.
With these mammoths, they could reach their destination two hours at the latest.
Ji Hao also stood up and looked into the jungle. The Cold Stream Valley, where Ji Shu wanted them to come, was just beyond it. Ji Hao had made up his mind that no matter how difficult this would be, he was going to make Ji Shu and his people regret their decision, and make them accept the consequences.
Ji Hao took a deep breath, turned around and smiled to Qing Fu, then tried to say something to her. Suddenly, a ball of fire bursted out from his chest. He felt as if a volcano had just erupted inside his body; a large amount of hot air was released from his internal organs and steamed his bones and muscles. Ji Hao spat a mouthful of hot blood and made grasping motions towards Qing Fu, but he fainted afterwards.
The leather armour Ji Hao was wearing was completely burned by his high body temperature. Tens of twisted blood-red spell symbols emerged from the smooth skin of his slim yet sturdy body. Those spell symbols were continuously pulsating and quickly disintegrating one after another.
"Is the magic seal casted by Maguspriest Ji Kui disappearing? This...Ji Kui had said that this magic seal would gradually disappear after Hao's physical strength reached beyond the Junior Level!" Qing Fu and Ji Xia exclaimed simultaneously.
Ji Hao saw countless phantoms flashing through his eyes; his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear Qing Fu or Ji Xia.
"Gee, the Senior Magi blood? Hm...little guy, that couple, whom you call Abba and Amma...They love you so much...the ties of blood... Even I am jealous of you!" The voice of the mysterious man reverberated from Ji Hao's spiritual space.
