I Have a Golden Crow

In the pitch-black darkness, Du Yu spoke, ”Baojun, I’m very busy right now, I have tasks to execute.”

Baojun did not respond, just rolled his body from side to side.

Du Yu sighed inwardly, speaking softly, ”Two minutes, okay?

Just rest for two minutes, after the task is done, I’ll make it up to you when I’m less busy.”

The Desolate Silver Lynx still didn’t respond, just silently waved away the Demon Breath Battle Robe.

Suddenly, the fur beneath her abdomen turned into a soft silver lynx blanket, draped over Du Yu, giving a sense of security.

The only flaw was that this ”lynx quilt” was somewhat heavy.

”Du Yu, Du Yu~”

”Hmm?”

Little Fen Yang spoke, ”The Cinnabar Red is ready.”

Hearing this, Du Yu instinctively sat up, but failed to rise.

”Baojun, get up.”

”Meow!” The Desolate Silver Lynx became displeased.

This is the two minutes you promised me?

How is it so quick?

Lying to a cat, huh!

Du Yu’s voice turned stern, ”There’s a task, hurry up.”

The Desolate Silver Lynx finally stood up, lowering her furry beast head, looking dissatisfied at the insignificant Human Race person beneath her.

Du Yu rapidly dashed out, the Desolate Silver Lynx followed with a displeased look.

At the mountain’s peak, there were two captured and bound individuals from the Cold Race, a man and a woman.

As the saying goes: People compare to people and things compare to things.

The Cold Race woman was already quite tall and strong, but in front of the man, suddenly appeared delicate and dependent.

At this moment, the Cold Race woman’s face was filled with despair.

Seeing Du Yu approach, she no longer pretended, and a hateful glow gradually appeared in her eyes.

”Tricking me, are you?” Du Yu glanced at the Cold Race woman, snorting coldly, ”The strongest at the pasture is just an Emperor Level Sheep Servant?”

”Mmph! Mmph!” The Cold Race woman struggled, groaning and growling.

In fact, the moment the Cold Race woman saw the man, she knew she was completely done for.

The supreme divine being in her heart, the Commander guarding the North Mountain at the pasture, had also been hard-caught by this Human Race youth!

To the Cold Race woman, this was simply unbelievable!

And she also realized, she had no hope of rescue anymore.

Even the Emperor’s Minister couldn’t defeat this Human Race youth...

”Ah~” The Cinnabar Red Demon Flame slowly floated away from the man’s body, merged into Du Yu’s palm, and was collected by Little Fen Yang’s little hand.

Little Fen Yang spoke, ”Ask away, ask away, he’s obedient.”

Du Yu looked up at the cold-faced, tall, brawny man, ”Do you have a name?”

Cold Race man: ”The Youhan Tree once named me North Mountain, I am the North Mountain Minister.”

Youhan Tree?

Du Yu pursed his lips, to all sentient beings, the Youhan Tree is an unforgivable crime tree.

But to the Cold Race, it is their ”Divine Tree.”

Du Yu inquired, ”What is an Emperor’s Minister?”

The North Mountain Minister wasn’t as dazed as imagined, and spoke frankly, ”The title of Emperor’s Minister within the Youhan Realm is equivalent to the Human Race’s Demon Taming Emperor, Spirit Monarch rank.”

”Oh?” Du Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

In both the Spirit role and the Demon Taming role, after reaching the fifth level, the titles correspond.

Demon Taming General - Spirit Master.

Demon Taming Emperor - Spirit Monarch.

Demon Taming Saint - Spirit God.

Does it mean that the sixth level in the Youhan Realm is Emperor’s Minister?

Du Yu asked, ”So in your Youhan Realm, the ranks are arranged as General, Emperor, Saint Minister?”

”Yes.” North Mountain Minister responded, ”With strength as a prefix, we consider ourselves subjects under the Youhan.”

Du Yu snorted, ”So are there also South Mountain, West Mountain, East Mountain Ministers?”

North Mountain Minister: ”Yes, I am one of the four ministers within the Kunlun Realm.”

Du Yu: ???

Really?

His face grew solemn, the North Mountain Minister could control the Demon Control Saint·Thundercloud Peng, extremely powerful!

And in this Kunlun Realm, there are three others as fierce as him?

Du Yu asked seriously, ”Is there a Saint Minister within the Kunlun Realm?”

North Mountain Minister: ”Reportedly there is one, but unknown of the whereabouts, never met.”

Du Yu’s heart tightened, if the Emperor’s Minister could control Demon Saints, then a Saint Minister... couldn’t they control a Supreme?

Thinking this, he asked as well.

North Mountain Minister: ”Should be possible, but I haven’t seen one.

The Youhan Technique allows one to control beings one level higher than oneself.

For beings two levels higher, we can disrupt their mind, but cannot completely control.”

Du Yu furrowed his brows tightly, ”Youhan Technique...”

North Mountain Minister: ”The Youhan Technique mainly cultivates Cold Qi, which can nourish the body, enhancing physical strength.

This technique allows us to disguise appearances and invade the minds of all things for manipulation.”

”Release him.” Celestial Cyan Porcelain floated over, casually commanding.

Jia Rong Grass slowly unfurled its leaves, still appearing vigilant, afraid the other would erupt in anger.

She stood shoulder to shoulder with Du Yu, frowning slightly, looking up at the towering, burly man: ”Speak kneeling.”

The mighty figure of the North Mountain Minister moved slightly but showed obvious hesitation.

Within Du Yu, Little Fen Yang toyed with the Cinnabar Red Demon Flame: ”Little Demon Fire, tell him to listen to us.”

The Cinnabar Red Flame flickered gently.

On the mountain peak, the North Mountain Minister, like collapsing a golden mountain or jade pillar, knelt down.

Celestial Cyan Porcelain nodded satisfactorily before merging into Du Yu’s body.

Du Yu no longer needed to crane his neck to look up at the minister.

This guy stands at least 2.2 meters, plus a burly physique, stern expression, and the gray skin and gray eyes hidden under disguise...

A perfect human-shaped fierce beast!

”Mm! Mm mm!!!” At this moment, the woman of the Cold Race went utterly mad.

Beaten and imprisoned, tortured relentlessly.

Yet none of it had made her truly yield.

Even when Du Yu interrogated her, the Cold Race woman played tricks, leading him astray and concealing the presence of a minister on the snowy mountain.

But seeing the North Mountain Minister kneel down broke her completely.

Compared to death, such a sight was unbearable for her.

No!

How could a noble Cold Race member, a dignified minister of the Youhan Realm, kneel to a lowly race!

And voluntarily at that?

The minister even divulged all information to the opponent. Just what demon technique did these inferior beings use?!

Her sobs disturbed Du Yu. Annoyed, he asked, ”What?”

Jia Rong Grass understood, slightly opening the leaves.

Before the leaves unfurled completely, the Cold Race woman cursed loudly: ”Lowly thing! Disgusting creature!

Daring to disgrace us with demon technique, you’re born slaves, born for us to trample upon!

You will die a wretched death...”

”Meow!” The Desolate Silver Lynx exploded.

To whom are you referring?

A long silver tail reached forward, tightly coiling around the Cold Race woman’s neck, rendering her speechless.

Du Yu’s face was grim, not stopping the Desolate Silver Lynx.

The choking sensation contorted the Cold Race woman’s features.

And the long silver tail continued to tighten.

”Creak, creak...” A crisp sound of bones came, the intense pain was excruciating!

Du Yu: ”She’s smart, hoping for a quicker death.”

The Desolate Silver Lynx was about to crush her body; hearing this, the long tail relaxed slightly.

”Hah...” The Cold Race woman gasped, just next moment, the silver tail tightened fiercely again.

Her glazed eyes suddenly widened!

”Meow.” The Desolate Silver Lynx’s vertical pupils glowed eerie, vicious.

Cats are masters at toying with their prey...

And the Desolate Silver Lynx naturally had a cruel, violent nature...

Du Yu spoke: ”Play aside, dispose as you wish.

Also, don’t eat her flesh, it’s dirty.”

”Meow.” The Desolate Silver Lynx replied softly, leaping lightly, diving into the Jia Rong Grass.

”Keep an eye on her.” Du Yu patted the grass leaves, turning to the North Mountain Minister, ”Have you seen this woman?”

Celestial Cyan Porcelain appeared beside Du Yu, transforming into the Master Qing.

North Mountain Minister: ”Messages once came from the South Mountain Camp, warning me to double vigilance, guarding the pasture.”

Du Yu: ”Huh?”

North Mountain Minister: ”It’s been a long time since something happened in the Kunlun Realm, nor have I received such intelligence.

I was puzzled at first, until I met you.”

Du Yu: ”South Mountain Camp?”

North Mountain Minister: ”The South Mountain Camp, located south of the Kunlun Realm.

It’s the first stop for our Youhan Army coming from the Youhan Realm to the Twin Trees Realm.”

Du Yu’s voice trembled: ”So that means...”

Celestial Cyan Porcelain: ”Master Qing might be stranded in the South Mountain!”

Yes!

In this Kunlun Realm, humans are considerably rare.

If Master Qing suddenly appeared in the Cold Beast Base Camp showing great power, the South Mountain Camp would naturally relay intelligence immediately, notifying all sides.

Du Yu turned sharply: ”Baojun, stop playing! Kill her, let’s go!”

”Meow!”