Su Yue.

You cockroach, where exactly are you hanging?

No wonder you're the spoiled brat born of Su Qingfeng, what exactly did the West Martial prepare for you to save your life?

But it doesn't matter.

Even if you manage to climb up, I'll slap you back down with a single palm.

...

Su Yue successfully left the tunnel.

It was even smoother than expected, and Su Yue guessed right, the other end of this cave was also a cliff.

But this cliff was different from the one on East Battle Dao.

There were trees and grass here, not as treacherous, but Su Yue roughly estimated that even a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist, and hardly a Fourth-Grade one, could descend safely.

It's slightly easier than the sixth camp's cliff.

While on East Battle Dao, even Fifth-Grade Martial Artists couldn't make it up.

Quietly leaving the cave, Su Yue shot out the Beast-Selecting Sinew, then jumped and hid in a lush big tree.

Safe.

Su Yue shot out the Beast-Selecting Sinew again towards the upper left, continuing to ascend.

Carefully, he climbed dozens of trees in succession, and Su Yue's Qi Blood was somewhat exhausted.

But finally, he carefully climbed to the edge of the cliff.

Immediate invisibility!

Su Yue was afraid there might be guards or something around, and sneaking up from the cliff, even as a Yangxiang Race member, could lead to a severe interrogation, putting him in a very passive position.

Thankfully.

There was no danger.

While ascending, Su Yue even changed the large leaves around his waist to the kind found at the edge of the cliff.

Pay attention to the details when acting.

And when Su Yue looked east, his heart started pounding wildly.

It was a city.

It was the city of the alien race.

There was a high chance that it was Dianshi City.

It's easy to determine!

The Yangxiang Race who came to the tunnel earlier were from Dianshi City.

Phew!

Su Yue slowly exhaled a murky breath.

Next, it was time to test his acting skills.

He headed east, towards Dianshi City.

After walking for about over an hour, he finally reached the city gate.

At the city gate, there was already a group of haggard-looking Yangxiang Race members lining up to enter the city.

They were mostly First or Second-Grade, some carrying herbs.

Su Yue listened to their chatter.

"Didn't gather any herbs this time, gonna get whipped three times again, our Banner Garrison Camp folks are so miserable, bullied everywhere."

A Second-Grade Martial Artist complained in the line.

Having switched to the Yangxiang Race state, Su Yue could chatter in the Yangxiang Race's language and understand what they were saying.

Hearing this person was from the Banner Garrison Camp, Su Yue felt an inexplicable sense of kinship.

After all, the Banner Garrison Camp was destroyed by his own hands.

"Luckily for me, I got lucky, took some adventure into the Fierce Beast Jungle and dug up a bit of herbs, so I got spared the whipping.

"Try finding a way to join another garrison camp, otherwise, all of us from Banner Garrison Camp will be beaten to death alive."

This Yangxiang Race member was covered in blood, looking as if he nearly died, surviving purely by luck.

"If you want to sleep in the city, you must pay a lot of herbs, otherwise endure the whips, who can bear it."

Another dispirited-looking Yangxiang Race member complained.

"We are defeated soldiers, wanting to join other garrison camps isn't so easy, we have to pass assessments."

The third Yangxiang Race member sighed as well, the guy's teeth were all knocked out.

Su Yue observed for a bit; this guy didn't have herbs in hand, clearly someone to be whipped.

By eavesdropping on the crowd's chatter, Su Yue could simply deduce some information.

These refugees at the city gate were all Martial Artists from the Banner Garrison Camp.

Last time Su Yue came, they had slaughtered all the strong Third-Grade and above fighters in this garrison camp, leaving the remaining Second and First-Grades to likely face a life of wandering.

The weak and the strong in the Yangxiang Race, the city couldn't support idlers.

In the Yangxiang Race, only those brave Second-Grade Martial Artists had the qualification to join other garrison camps.

No one originally wanted to gather herbs, so this group of refugees became the best herb gatherers.

The safe areas had long been picked clean.

Every few days they were driven out of the city, wanting to return to the relatively dry city to rest, they had to bring back Spirit Medicine.

If they failed to bring it back, they'd get whipped three times.

Under the pressure of the whip, these wandering Martial Artists, lacking the protection of a Camp General, inevitably had to take risks in the Demon Beast Jungle.

Knew that taking too many whippings would also lead to death eventually.

And today was a return day, Su Yue made it in time.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Su Yue, mixed in with the crowd, could already see the long whip whistling about.

Each lash resulted in broken skin, and even at the side of the city gate, a First-Grade Yangxiang Race member was whipped to death alive.

This was actually also a punishment for the failure.

The leadership of Banner Garrison Camp was completely wiped out, and these soldiers didn't commit suicide along with them, showing weakness, so no one could respect them.

It was finally the turn of the group near Su Yue, the warriors in front of him looked terrified, trembling all over.

And Su Yue also regretted it.

In fact, on the Yangxiang Race's cliff, there were quite a lot of herbs.

Originally, Su Yue thought, since he was going to the Yangxiang Race city anyway, carrying herbs wouldn't be useful, and he couldn't possibly use the herbs to support the Yangxiang Race.

But now, he regretted it.

Enduring the three whips for nothing.

Finally, it was the turn of the warrior in front of Su Yue.

He didn't have any herbs.

Just as expected.

Three lashes landed, nearly breaking bones, this fellow crawled back into the city alive.

The dreadful thing was, they could rest for at most a day or two, as soon as they could stand up, they'd be collectively driven out of the city again to gather herbs.

There was simply no hope of survival.

A shocking trail of blood, as the warrior crawled back to the city gate, was left on the ground, like the tail of a python.

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