In the Han Tang region, every spring, when everything grew and beasts bred, the annual Demon Hunting Assembly would be held. At that time, whether it was the nobles or the common people, they would all participate in this grand event.
The Demon Hunting Assembly had a long history in the Han Tang region. It was said that thousands of years ago, the demon beasts would rush out of the Misty Forest like a tide every year and attack the nearby towns and villages. At that time, countless people in the Han and Tang Empires died in the beast tide every year.
Later, under the leadership of some old hunters, people would go into the mountains to hunt the demon beasts every spring to prevent them from breeding. In the end, this practice continued to this day and even became an annual event in the Han and Tang Empires.
On the day of the Demon Hunting Assembly, Tang Yong got up early in the morning and carried the luggage that Xiao Wuzi had prepared for him early on. Because he might have to spend the night in the wild, the luggage was filled with a fire starter, a bamboo tube for drinking water, medicine for wounds, insect repellent, mountain boots, and a moisture-proof blanket.
This large bag looked very heavy, and it was very difficult for ordinary people to carry it. However, Tang Yong was already a third-rank warrior and had been baptized by the Body Tempering Spirit Fruit many times. His body could already withstand the weight of more than a thousand pounds, so this kind of thing was very easy for him.
At dawn, Tang Yong walked out of the door with the big bag on his back. Xiao Wuzi was already standing at the door. He pulled his sleeve with a reluctant look and said, "Young Master, you must be careful on the road. I heard from them that the Eldest Young Master has a bad relationship with you. You must stay away from him."
"Okay, okay, okay. Whatever Xiao Wuzi says, I will definitely do it."
"Young Master, don't you want to see what you forgot to bring?"
"Don't worry, you checked it six times yesterday. You definitely didn't forget anything."
Xiao Wuzi talked for a while before sending Tang Yong to the gate of the Marquis's Mansion.
Under the faint light of dawn, a carriage stopped at the entrance of the Marquis's Residence. The First Young Master and a few disciples of the Marquis's Residence who were qualified to participate urged impatiently, "Tang Yong, can you do it or not? We have been waiting for you for a long time already!"
Tang Yong looked back at Xiao Wuzi and saw that she was wearing a large blue coat, looking at him with a pair of watery eyes. She bit her lips with her white teeth and waved goodbye to him.
Tang Yong also waved his hand and turned to board the carriage.
"Pa!" The coachman cracked his whip and shouted, "Go!"
As the wheels turned, the scenery on the street quickly disappeared. In the car, several members of the Tang family surrounded Tang Tian and whispered about something.
"Eldest Young Master, should we kill Tang Yong when we enter the Dense Fog Demon Forest this time?"
"You don't need to do anything. Naturally, someone will kill him!" Tang Tian's lips curled into a bitter smile.
Tang Tian ignored these people. As soon as he got on the carriage, he closed his eyes and ignored the outside world and began to cultivate.
The carriage rumbled as it started to move …
Just as Tang Yong was in the middle of his cultivation, the carriage creaked to a stop. He opened his eyes and saw that the carriage was already empty. Outside the window, there was a scene of a cauldron of voices. Countless noble boys and girls were wearing exquisite and luxurious armor and carrying small and exquisite backpacks. They gathered in groups of three to five and were talking in full swing.
Tang Yong glanced around. This should be the edge of the Dense Fog Demon Forest. Looking at the soil under his feet, this place should have just been opened up. There were colorful flags around the huge open space. Around the flags were white tents and simple pavilions. Some people in dark purple official uniforms were sitting inside.
Just as Tang Yong was carefully observing the surroundings, Tang Tian had led the rest of the members of the Tang family to the white tent. He wanted to greet the official in charge this time and show that his identity was different, but he did not expect to be stopped by another group of people before he could take two steps.
"Yo, isn't this the genius of Marquis Shenwu, Tang Tian?
Where are you leading your group of good-for-nothings?
You're really getting more and more useless. I heard that recently you've been suppressed by a bastard in your family. It seems that you won't be able to keep your position as a Marquis in the future! "
The one who spoke was the leader of the group, a purple-robed youth. With a provocative look, he glanced at the Tang Family disciples and shook his head in ridicule: "You don't even have a third-order Martial Warrior. No wonder you're being bullied by that bastard."
"During this Demon Hunting Gathering, I will kill that bastard. There's no need for Deng Tong to meddle in other people's business!" Tang Tian angrily said.
Just as the two were bickering, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.
A beautiful woman with a cold and elegant appearance slowly walked out from the crowd.
"It's Han Xuefei!!"
Tang Tian looked at Han Xuefei, and his eyes unconsciously flowed with a strong sense of adoration. Deng Tong, who was incompatible with Tang Tian, was the same. It could be seen that Han Xuefei could be said to be the dream lover of all the disciples in the capital.
However, in the next second, Tang Tian's expression became ugly. Han Xuefei actually walked into the group of youths and chatted with them. Some of these youths were members of the royal family, while others were sons of Dukes. What made Tang Tian unhappy was that these people not only had a higher status than him, but their cultivation was also higher than his. They were all sixth or seventh order Martial Warriors, and there were even a few Martial Masters!
Deng Tong looked at Tang Tian with schadenfreude and said, "Don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat. Miss Xue Fei won't marry you."
Tang Tian angrily said, "Don't you have a tigress in your family? What qualifications do you have to talk about me!"
The two of them quarreled again.
Although Tang Yong was standing in the crowd of nobles, he felt as if he was an outsider. Perhaps others would feel very awkward and uncomfortable, but Tang Yong didn't have the slightest bit of self-awareness. Instead, he felt a special sense of security that made him feel very comfortable.
Tang Yong looked at Han Xuefei in the crowd and raised his eyebrows.
If he remembered correctly, the other party should be the famous great talent in Han Tang. It was said that she started cultivating at the age of three, became a Martial Warrior at the age of seven, and became a Martial Warrior at the age of twelve. Now, she was only sixteen years old and was already a ninth order Martial Warrior. She was only one step away from entering the Martial Master realm. At that time, she would become a top talent in Han and Tang Empires that was hard to come by in a thousand years and would be sent to the Immortal Sect to continue cultivating.
In addition to her terrifying cultivation, Han Xuefei's status was also noble. She was the only granddaughter of the Han and Tang Empires and would inherit the title of the Han Family in the future. In addition to these empty titles, Han Xuefei was also favored by the Emperor of the Han and Tang Empires. At such a young age, she was already a princess. It must be known that the legitimate daughters of the princes had to wait until marriage before being conferred the title.
Moreover, in the capital, Han Xuefei had always been the number one goddess in the hearts of the nobles because of her outstanding appearance!
Just as Tang Yong was observing Han Xuefei, Han Xuefei seemed to have sensed something and turned her head to look in Tang Yong's direction.
Tang Yong was stunned. He smiled at the other party and waved his hand.
He didn't expect the other party to pay attention to him. It was just a subconscious action.
Who would have thought that in the next second, Han Xuefei was slightly stunned and actually walked in his direction.