Chapter 142: The Witch Mountain Range

After driving back the power ful Fallen Queen, Glory Castle quickly began complex reconstruction work.

This battle had been disastrous. While the damaged castle could be rebuilt, saving the nuns who had been taken away was difficult. A post-battle count revealed that over a hundred nuns had been abducted, including several Candidate Saintesses. This gave Great Divine Official Moss a terrible headache every time he thought about it.

With the immense Holy Energy from the Holy Bead, Holy Angel Taliana’s injuries had recovered by seventy percent, and her strong combat power was gradually returning. To recover completely, simply absorbing Holy Energy was no longer very effective. They could only pin their hopes on the distant Witch Mountain Range. There was no time to waste, so Hu Feng prepared to leave quickly. To his surprise, just as he was about to step out of the Monastery’s gate, he happened to encounter the gender-ambiguous Great Divine Official Moss.

“Hu Feng, are you leaving so soon?”

After touring the city and carefully inspecting the damage to the castle, Great Divine Official Moss’s expression was even worse than before, causing the Priests following him to tread carefully. However, upon seeing Hu Feng, his expression softened slightly. “In this battle, if you hadn’t intervened at the critical moment, our losses might have been even greater, and we would have lost more devout believers and nuns. I haven’t even had the chance to reward you for such a great merit, so why are you in such a rush to leave?”

Previously, Moss had only promoted Hu Feng, a minor Divine Official, to Judgment Divine Official out of respect for Ophelia, just to do her a favor. He never expected that Hu Feng was so deeply hidden, blocking a blow from the Fallen King at the critical moment. He was much stronger than an average Divine Official, forcing Moss to look at him with new eyes.

“Lord, as a Judgment Divine Official, this is what I should do!” Seeing Moss’s ambiguous appearance, Hu Feng wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. “One of my Followers is severely injured. Only in the Witch Mountain Range can I find the medicinal herbs to heal him. His condition is getting worse, so I really cannot delay any longer.”

“Oh, I see.”

Great Divine Official Moss nodded, pondered for a moment, then reached out to take off the Demon Hunter Card from his wrist. “The journey to the Witch Mountain Range is long and the terrain is complex. Hu Feng, this Demon Hunter Card records the terrain of many places, including the Witch Mountain Range. You can take it. After helping your Follower recover, I hope you can help complete a task. Go personally to the distant Fallen City to see if you can find the abducted nuns and Candidate Saintesses, and try your best to rescue them.”

The thought of the abducted Candidate Saintesses made Divine Official Moss’s face turn ashen.

Although Glory Castle was full of experts, very few were capable of infiltrating the Fallen City to complete such a mission. Hu Feng, who could withstand a direct blow from the Fallen King, was clearly a good choice.

“This… I will try my best!”

Hu Feng pretended to be reluctant and reluctantly agreed, while sneering inwardly. He took the Demon Hunter Card from Moss.

Most of the missing nuns had secretly been stored by him in his Prime Realm. The Fallen King, Bradley, had only taken a very small number. Especially the missing Candidate Saintesses, who were actually all in his hands. Going to the distant Fallen City to rescue people? It was highly unlikely he would succeed.

Compared to the Demon Hunter Card gifted by Hei Mu, the one personally worn by Great Divine Official Moss was even rarer, marking almost all the terrain of the Wasteland. It was carved with numerous Angel Statues on the surface. When worn on the hand, strands of pure Holy Energy continuously flowed into his body.

Unintentionally planting willows, they turned into shade; it was something gained without effort!

Looking at the location of the Witch Mountain Range marked on the Demon Hunter Card, Hu Feng felt a surge of excitement.

The distance from Glory Castle to the Witch Mountain Range was far. Without knowing the exact location, even if the Great Teleportation Technique cultivation had reached its peak, he could not teleport there instantly. Walking all the way would consume too much time. With the Demon Hunter Card gifted by Moss, things were different. Even if he couldn’t appear directly and precisely in the witches’ stronghold, he could at least appear nearby quickly, saving a great deal of time.

After saying goodbye to Divine Official Moss, Hu Feng set off quickly. He went to an unnoticed corner outside the city and used the Great Teleportation Technique to disappear in an instant. The nun Bella was smart and good at acting according to circumstances. With her by Cinia’s side, the details of the Saintess cultivation plan could be left to her.

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Tens of thousands of miles away from Glory Castle, in the distant northern Wasteland, a massive mountain range stretched across, blocking the knife-like cold wind from the northern ocean amidst ice and snow. The mountain range, stretching for thousands of miles, was undulating, with steep peaks and boundless primeval forests everywhere. In many places, even experienced Demon Hunters dared not go deep. On the outer edges of the mountain range, sparse and simple Settlements were scattered, relying on selling local specialties for a living. Although remote, their rich resources occasionally attracted some caravans and Demon Hunters.

Whoosh…

Clutching a biting cold wind, Hu Feng entered a simple Settlement on the edge of the mountain range. He wore a large Ghost King Cloak over his head and a tattered armor, pretending to be a down-and-out Demon Hunter. As soon as he stepped into the small town, he was pulled by an enthusiastic waiter into a warm tavern.

The tavern was not large. The fireplace crackled with red-hot firewood, and about a dozen people were sitting around. Some moved with light, weak steps and were wrapped in thick cotton coats, looking like passing merchants. Others had sharp eyes and wore plate armor common in the Wasteland, most of them being outside Demon Hunters. After glancing casually at Hu Feng, no one showed interest in this ordinary-looking, down-and-out Demon Hunter.

“McCance, the heavy snow will soon block the mountain path. When should we set off?” After downing a cup of strong liquor, a burly middle-aged Demon Hunter asked his companion next to him.

“Wait a little longer. Lord Ramos should arrive these days!”

McCance, the Demon Hunter, sighed secretly. The food and drink in front of him remained untouched as he looked back and forth at a tattered map in his hand. His brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked preoccupied.

“Hmph, what Lord, it’s just a sand ro pig. How can we walk properly when bringing that old guy into the mountain?” The burly middle-aged Demon Hunter widened his eyes, drained the strong liquor in his cup, and continued drunkenly. “McCance, you know it well. Those Witches do not welcome strangers they don’t know at all. Bringing that old guy Ramos inside with us not only slows down the speed and wastes time. What if we offend those Witches and fall victim to their terrible Witch Curses? Then we are dead for sure!”

The middle-aged Demon Hunter became more and more dissatisfied as he spoke, downing strong liquor that ordinary people found hard to swallow, one sip after another, his eyes turning red.

Witch Curses?

A flash of fear appeared in McCance’s furrowed brows eyes. After a moment of silence, he said helplessly, “Brother Gary, you know we have no other choice. Entering the mountain at this time is very dangerous, but Simonsen’s injuries are very serious, and treating them requires a large sum of Crystal Coins. That old guy Ramos is hard to serve, but at this time, only he can afford so many Crystal Coins!”

The Witches living deep in the mountain range also traded with the outside world, but every winter, they would refuse all outsiders from entering their tribes. The snow-covered winter was cold, but for them, it was the holiest time of the year, and they did not allow humans to step into the places they lived. Once, someone ignored the ban and approached closely. The result was that none of them survived for more than three days after returning; they died from rotting all over their bodies, cursed terribly.

As an experienced Demon Hunter, McCance was clearer than anyone else about the Witches’ taboos. If it were usually, even if someone offered a higher reward, he would not want to enter the mountain at this time. Helplessly, some time ago during a hunting trip, his brother Simonsen, with whom he had faced life and death for many years, was severely injured and needed a large amount of Crystal Coins for treatment. There was no choice but to grit his teeth and take the risk.

Thinking of Simonsen’s injuries, both burly Gary and McCance, whose face showed worry, frowned. Suddenly turning around, they realized that a young man had come to their side without them noticing.

“Two Lords, please let me treat you to a drink!”

Hu Feng snapped his fingers, ordered the waiter to bring a jar of fine wine, and sat down next to McCance without hesitation. “I heard that you are planning to enter the mountain these days. I wonder if I can join you, and we can travel together?”

The Demon Hunter Card from Divine Official Moss marked the location of the Witch Mountain Range, but where exactly the Witches lived was unknown. To quickly find what was needed, an experienced guide was naturally essential. Hearing Gary and McCance’s conversation, Hu Feng quickly formed an idea.

“Lord, I am very sorry!”

McCance gave a subtle glance, stopping Gary’s impulse, and politely declined Hu Feng’s request to join them. Bringing that old guy Ramos was already troublesome enough; they could not possibly take a stranger along. Wandering in the Wasteland, no one knew anyone else’s background, and Demon Hunters were often extremely wary of each other. Otherwise, one careless moment and one might end up abandoned in the wilderness, dying without ever knowing how they died.

“Two Lords, please consider it again. I can give you a large sum of Crystal Coins. Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Or one hundred thousand?”

Hu Feng made a clattering sound, took out a large amount of Amethyst Coins, and smashed them in front of the two Demon Hunters.

The Demon Hunter Card gifted by Divine Official Moss not only recorded much terrain but also hid many good items. Among them was a large amount of Crystal Coins, enough to buy treasures like the Crystal World. A mere hundred or ten thousand Amethyst Coins were insignificant! However, while this amount of Crystal Coins was nothing to him, it was not simple for ordinary people. In an instant, everyone in the tavern looked over in shock.

“Lord, are you willing to pay one hundred thousand Amethyst Coins?”

Seeing the sudden pile of Amethyst Coins appear in front of him, McCance felt it was unreal. He pinched his thigh hard to confirm it was not an illusion. One hundred thousand Amethyst Coins! Even their entire Demon Hunter Squad worked hard all year round to earn that much money.

“One hundred thousand is too little? Then I will add another double. Is that a problem?”

Hu Feng smiled, waved his hand, and another pile of Crystal Coins appeared on the table. In one move, he threw another one hundred thousand, causing people to suck in their breath in shock. Several fierce Demon Hunters at the neighboring table had their eyes instantly burning with greed, but after being swept coldly by the scar-faced leader, they finally sat back down.