Xiang Beifei kept trying, and after spending the whole morning, he finally managed to design the formation.
"Erha, come over, let’s do an experiment."
Xiaohei excitedly went to find Erha with a bow and arrow.
Erha protested loudly, trying to escape, saying why not use the tribe’s people or find two meat-winged monsters for the experiment.
"How can we experiment on the humans in the tribe? As for the meat-winged monsters, these two are too weak. Using them for the experiment would probably set the rune power for a month. You’re so strong, contribute a little!"
"Why aren’t Xiaohei and I the test subjects? We’re immune to bricks! Who told you not to have resistance to bricks?"
"Heavenly Connection spiritual power crystal!"
In the end, Xiang Beifei bribed Erha with a piece of Heavenly Connection spiritual power crystal. Delightedly licking the crystal, Erha stuck its butt high up, facing them.
It indicated that as long as there were treats, it didn’t matter how many times they shot, they could go ahead.
Xiaohei wasn’t polite either and drew an arrow to shoot!
Erha, holding the spiritual power crystal, was frozen in mid-air, tongue sticking out, looking incredibly comical.
Xiang Beifei chuckled in amusement.
However, he finally tested it. With Erha’s Heavenly Connection cultivation, it could probably be frozen for five minutes!
Erha was using its true strength to resist, and being able to freeze for five minutes, Xiang Beifei contemplated that suppressing its cultivation to the orifice transforming period might freeze it for about an hour! With even lower cultivation, it could basically be frozen for a day.
These arrows would suffice; Xiang Beifei didn’t need the people of Changpan Valley to do anything to the meat-winged monsters. He just needed them to shoot the arrows. If the other party used spiritual power to block the arrows, the rune patterns on the arrows would spread and transmit to the opponent.
Xiang Beifei immediately started mass-producing these arrows. Making arrows wasn’t difficult; engraving lines on wood and then injecting spiritual power into them sufficed. As long as the arrows weren’t damaged, their energy wouldn’t deplete significantly.
The people of Changpan Valley were busy preparing for defense, taking seven days before the meat-winged monsters noticed something was amiss.
At this time, on a mountain outside Changpan Valley, four holy meat-winged monsters stood, staring at the distant forest.
"Jing Jiu, why have those participating in the coming-of-age ceremony gone silent? Has this been investigated?"
The leader was an exquisitely beautiful woman with four wings, whose elegance and celestial appearance could overshadow the world.
"Reporting to Lady Guanghui, I’ve already tried, but all the students suddenly lost contact. Kari is responsible for this and should report periodically, but even he can’t be reached." A man beside her bowed and said.
"The coming-of-age ceremonies usually resolve within a few days; why is this one taking so long?" The four-winged celestial maiden Guanghui spoke softly.
The coming-of-age in the Moon God Race wasn’t highly regarded, merely young tribe members slaying humans to sacrifice the first human kill to the underworld.
Such tasks were effortless, as humans were too weak, with nearly perfect kill ratios over three thousand years. Hence, the Moon God Race’s higher-ups never paid much attention.
Occasionally, inexperienced young ones were counter-killed by humans, but those were rare cases. If a Moon God tribe member raised in Changpan Valley were killed by humans, it’d just prove their worthlessness, gaining no sympathy.
"There’s neither hunters in this forest nor any sign of battle, not even blood. What could Kari’s group of trainees be doing? Maybe the fledgling ones went to attack Changpan Valley?"
Jing Jiu had combed the entire forest, yet oddly found it immaculate, without any hunting traces.
The Mengdong Hunt was a large hunt organized by Changpan Valley humans to store food, guided by the Moon God Palace. This allowed the underworld spirits to massacre in the wild. Normally, during this time, the hunt wouldn’t end, and humans would be everywhere in the woods. Yet now, no human was seen.
The celestial maiden Guanghui turned her gaze toward Changpan Valley, her voice chiming like bells: "Something is fishy; we need to visit Changpan Valley to determine the truth. Let’s go."
The Divine Envoys behind her bowed in response, then flapped their pristine wings, taking to the skies like ethereal sprites, leaving a trail of white light.
Approaching Changpan Valley, these exquisite Divine Envoys discovered that the valley seemed unchanged. People moved back and forth, diligently practicing the Moon God Fist, and hunters cleaned game meat, storing winter supplies.
Changpan Valley appeared completely normal.
"These vile beasts act as if nothing ever happened! Shouldn’t they be holding funerals for dead hunters?" Jing Jiu said, frowning.
After past Mengdong Hunts, the village held mourning ceremonies for dead hunters. Jing Jiu had seen such scenes regularly, feeling peculiar not seeing it this year.
The celestial maiden Guanghui descended toward the hill of Changpan Valley, where the statue of the Divine Lord remained resplendent, the most exquisite structure in Changpan Valley.