Chapter 106: Supernatural Powers Fall Short of the Human Heart

Chapter 106: Supernatural Powers Fail Against Human Cunning

What kind of look is that!

Fang Junmei’s face darkened. Whether in the mortal realm or the world of cultivation, he had seen his fair share of arrogant fools, but the way the white horse was looking at him now was a first.

*You are trash.*
*You are a little piece of trash.*
*All of you humans are nothing but trash.*

The look in its eyes conveyed exactly that sentiment, as if a young, newly matured king was desperate to tell everyone how far above them he stood.

While he was left speechless, Fang Junmei’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. He turned his head to look in another direction and saw two figures approaching from the left.

One was an old man, the other a young man.

The old man was of medium build, dressed in black, and possessed the cultivation of the early Dao Embryo stage.

The young man had a pockmarked face and a face full of obsequious smiles that looked rather comical. His cultivation was on par with Fang Junmei’s—the late stage of Floating Dust.

The two must have been drawn by the commotion. When they saw the white horse from afar, their eyes lit up with greed. Naturally, they also spotted Fang Junmei.

"Junior Brother, handle that brat. Keep an eye on him. If he dares to interfere with my capture of this horse, kill him immediately."

The old man’s voice was exceptionally calm, as if he were discussing a trivial matter. Given his cultivation level, there was indeed no need for him to be overly cautious when dealing with a late-stage Floating Dust cultivator.

"Understood, Senior Brother!"

The pockmarked youth replied and flashed over, stopping a few dozen yards in front of Fang Junmei. He smiled and said, "Friend, we from the Black Rain Abyss have put a great deal of effort into capturing this spirit beast. I hope you will not cause any trouble, or else we will find ourselves in a difficult position."

The tone sounded polite, but it hid a clear threat.

Fang Junmei listened, noncommittal. His map jade slip contained information about the Black Rain Abyss—a place for rogue cultivators in the wild jungle. These two were likely disciples from there.

Seeing Fang Junmei ignore him, the pockmarked youth kept his smile, but a flash of cold light crossed his eyes. However, he made no other move; at this moment, it was clearly not the time to provoke a conflict.

Fang Junmei turned his gaze back to the white horse.

The white horse swept its gaze across the three of them, its eyes still projecting that "you are all trash" expression.

Since Long Jinyi had described this white horse as being so formidable, it surely wouldn't be captured easily. Fang Junmei was in no rush; he wanted to see what kind of methods it possessed.

In fact, up to this point, Fang Junmei still didn't know how to grasp the Dao of Space from it. Watching the creature demonstrate its power was the simplest way to learn, yet also the hardest to comprehend. If he could build some rapport, it might be a better path.

...

"Take this!"

Just as Fang Junmei was lost in thought, a loud shout erupted from the old man in black. He flicked his hand toward his waist, lightning-fast, and produced a jet-black, millstone-like high-grade magic treasure from his storage bag, hurling it into the air with a whistling sound.

The millstone was only the size of a palm initially, but it grew rapidly as it caught the wind, soon expanding to a diameter of over a dozen yards and continuing to swell.

As the treasure grew, dark light began to radiate, shooting downward. A heavy pressure descended upon the ground.

*Crackle—*

The earth below began to split.

The white horse, though haughty, would not simply allow itself to be suppressed by the dark millstone. It finally moved.

This movement caused Fang Junmei’s eyes to widen, his heart trembling. One moment the horse was standing on the valley floor, but after a single stomp, it appeared beneath the millstone dozens of yards away. There was no visible movement in between; it was as if it had simply blinked into existence there.

The action was vigorous and powerful, and its speed was beyond words.

*The Dao of Space?*
*Is it, or is it not?*

Fang Junmei immediately activated the Three-Breath Divine Stone and watched intently.

*Boom!*

A thunderous explosion rang out.

After flashing beneath the dark millstone, the white horse kicked out. It looked like a casual strike, yet the sound of the impact made everyone’s eardrums ache.

The power of that kick was terrifying.

The massive, mountain-like black millstone was sent flying, emitting a humming sound as if it had been wounded.

The white horse’s species remained a mystery, but its physical strength alone was horrifying.

The old man in black and the pockmarked youth were shocked, but Fang Junmei was even more so.

With the Three-Breath Divine Stone activated, he vaguely caught a glimpse of the space through which the hoof had passed. It was as if a piece of fabric were being tugged violently; as it trembled, it formed a blurred, sharp shape—a sensation that was truly impossible to describe.

Moreover, the speed was so fast that if Fang Junmei hadn't been observing with intent and the help of the Three-Breath Divine Stone, an average cultivator would never have been able to track it.

...

Having kicked away a high-grade magic treasure, the white horse immediately charged at the old man in black, its figure flashing eerily through the void.

Fang Junmei saw it perform that space-traversing supernatural power once more. His eyes shone with renewed light; he was certain that this was the creature Long Jinyi had spoken of.

The old man in black had clearly dealt with the white horse before and knew of this trick. He showed little surprise, seemingly having anticipated the charge, which was why he had kept his distance—roughly two hundred yards.

*Swish! Swish!*

He reached into his sleeves repeatedly, throwing out seven or eight shimmering golden talismans.

The two-hundred-yard distance was covered by the white horse in just a few blinks.

But sometimes, excessive speed is not a good thing; it means that when faced with certain unexpected attacks, one may not have time to dodge.

That was exactly the situation the white horse found itself in. It had just reached maturity, and in terms of cunning, it was certainly no match for the treacherous humans.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The seven or eight talismans exploded around the white horse.

These talismans had been specifically prepared by the old man for this capture. There were gravity talismans, quicksand talismans, freezing talismans... none were meant for damage; they were all utility-based.

Once struck, frost spread across the white horse’s body, quicksand swirled around it, and it felt a heavy gravitational force pulling it toward the earth.

*Neigh!*

A long, furious roar erupted from the white horse.

The horse’s four long legs stomped violently against the void, shattering the frost and dispersing the quicksand. Its descent slowed, but that split second of being caught had provided the opening the old man needed.

"I anticipated your reaction! Now, witness my true technique!"

The old man in black roared with laughter, pulling out a blood-red net in a flash and throwing it toward the creature.

Like the millstone, this net grew as it flew, descending with an all-encompassing force. Fang Junmei, with his Three-Breath Divine Stone active, saw clearly that every knot of the blood-red net was fitted with a silver hook, each tipped with a small barb. If caught, it would surely result in a bloody mess—a gruesome sight to behold.

*Swish!*

The white horse was moving too fast to stop, and in the next instant, it was caught squarely by the blood-red net.

It turned out the black millstone was merely a feint; this net was the true hunter's trap.

*Neigh!*

A shrill, agonizing horse cry soon echoed through the air.

Once the horse was ensnared, the old man in black swiftly formed a seal. The blood-red net not only bound the white horse tightly but began to contract, meaning those hooked barbs began to dig deep into the horse's flesh.

Soon, large swaths of blood began to spray from the white horse's body.

The white horse neighed in fury, its four hooves struggling and tearing at the net.

But the more it struggled, the tighter it was hooked. One must not forget the barbs on the hooks; more blood flowed out, and within a few breaths, the white horse had become a blood-red one.

"Hahahaha—"

The old man in black laughed wildly, his expression one of unrestrained madness and triumph.

...

In the sky nearby, Fang Junmei watched the blood-drenched horse, a sense of unbearable pity rising in his heart. No matter the reason, using such bloody means to hunt a living creature felt too despicable and cruel.