Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 737 - Chapter 737 Chapter 601 Maple Forest_2

Chapter 737: Chapter 601 Maple Forest_2 Chapter 737: Chapter 601 Maple Forest_2 Yatagarasu Kensumi admonished.

Roger nodded, his face hidden in the dark recesses of his hood.

“Let’s go!”

He stepped forward, and the structures surrounding the Black Tower seemed to phase through him like an illusion, carrying with it the familiar scent of decay. Roger knew he had returned to the Land of Eternal Darkness.

As he distanced himself, the inverted Black Tower gradually became more ethereal until it disappeared.

“Won’t someone destroy this place?” Roger asked curiously.

Yatagarasu Kensumi shook his head, “It is neither here nor there. I open the passage, and others cannot find it.”

“Incredible Onmyoji techniques,” Roger couldn’t help but marvel.

“Who created such powerful Onmyoji techniques?”

“To tell the truth, I am also not sure. It seems that these techniques have existed since the beginning.”

Yatagarasu Kensumi replied offhandedly before he lifted his head, apparently attempting to discern the direction.

To be honest, without the sun and moon, the sky is in a state of chaos here, devoid of conspicuous landmarks, and Roger didn’t even know which direction to go.

“Here, we rely on the unique areas of this world to judge direction–those strange mountains, rivers, and structures.”

“In these areas, there are also powerful monsters, and they are often named after the special landmarks of their territories.”

“Mount Hiei, Maple Forest, Kurokawa, and Kasosho Temple, among others.”

Yatagarasu Kensumi explained casually.

Kurokawa… Hearing this name, Roger thought of the powerful man dressed in black.

“According to the Meiryu, the place we’re headed to should be near the Maple Forest. Each region here has its own distinct aura,” Kensumi said.

A disc appeared in the palm of Yatagarasu Kensumi, “This is our only standard for judging direction.”

“Strength and proximity.”

Roger noticed that the disc in Yatagarasu Kensumi’s hand was entirely different from a traditional compass or other direction-finding devices.

To him, it looked more like an overturned palette of inks.

Different colors denote different regions, and the Black Tower’s location was most pronounced on it–making returning by the same path much easier.

“Let’s go,” said Kensumi.

Yatagarasu Kensumi moved swiftly, and Roger promptly followed.

Their black robes could hide their presence, but they were incapable of using their full spiritual power to move at high speed because of the Three-legged Crow’s speed bonus.

In the beginning, Yatagarasu Kensumi worried that Roberg might not be able to keep up with his pace and consciously controlled his spiritual power.

Soon, he discovered that when he sped up, Roberg did the same. When he slowed down, Roberg also adjusted to a slower pace.

A competitive spirit began to rise within him. Although Roberg’s spiritual power fluctuation had also reached the Divine Passage Realm, Yatagarasu Kensumi still harbored a bit of pride in himself.

In his mind, the fluctuation of power wasn’t indicative of actual combat ability. Roberg’s swift rise undoubtedly involved his own talent, but more importantly, it must have been aided by Sword Master Cold Crow.

In fact, that was the real reason why Yatagarasu Kensumi kept asking Roberg for information.

In his heart, it was the attention of Sword Master Cold Crow that mattered most.

Clearly, Roberg had been the center of attention for some time now.

Had Roberg known of Yatagarasu Kensumi’s thoughts, he might have found it amusing.

From any perspective, it resembled the mindset of a proud young man seeking the approval of a father.

But in reality, although Yatagarasu Kensumi had grown up in this chaotic world, he was brought up in Hankawa under the guidance of the mightiest Sword Master, with his own innate intelligence.

He had never experienced any setbacks in his brief life.

All his thoughts were fixed on gaining the recognition of Sword Master Cold Crow.

This notion, which might seem laughable in this world, was quite rational for him.

While the emergence of Roberg had made Yatagarasu Kensumi feel a bit uneasy, deep down he still held on to his own pride.

Yet, with his spiritual power limited and with the aid of the Three-legged Crow’s speed bonus, Kensumi felt that he could only just manage a tie with the young man following him, which left him somewhat disgruntled.

He tried to speed up, but as time passed, his alarm grew.

Roberg’s speed was terrifyingly stable.

Little did Yatagarasu Kensumi know that although he indeed had a speed bonus, Roberg too benefited from an enhancement to his physical condition.

As consumption grew on one hand and was suppressed on the other, Roger’s endurance turned out to be even stronger.

In such a strange atmosphere, the two of them, one in front and the other behind, hastened onward at high speed.

Occasionally, they encountered monsters that sensed anomalies, but before these creatures could approach, they were swiftly left behind by the duo.

At one point, they did encounter a troublesome creature, but Yatagarasu Kensumi took action instantly and resolved the issue in one encounter, after which the two swiftly distanced themselves.

In this chaotic place, not only was the sense of direction in disarray, but even time became blurred.

This was not an exaggeration, but seemed to be an inherent characteristic of the place.

Just a short while ago, when Roger was with Higurashi Gushan, he relied on the Hunter’s Cabin to keep track of the passing time.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the ever-advancing Yatagarasu Kensumi suddenly stopped. The two arrived at a hill and, gazing into the distance, a continuous red line unexpectedly appeared on the horizon.

Dazzling as fire.

The Maple Forest had been reached.

“There’s actually plant life in such a place?”

Having grown accustomed to the stark, desolate landscape and the pervasive foul stench, Roger felt a sudden boost in spirits at the sight of the changing scenery.

“Be careful,”

Yatagarasu Kensumi said with a grave voice.

“Every other area has monsters residing with strength that reaches or closely approaches the Superior Leader level, but this place alone is very peculiar.”

“It is said that long ago, several powerful monsters appeared here, but afterwards they all left this area, and over time, it unexpectedly became a place no one frequented.”

Roger’s expression grew serious as well.

Having experienced the power of Kurokawa’s master, even if the strength of other monsters did not reach the Superior Leader level, the fact that even they would not choose this place was enough to highlight its strangeness.

After a short rest and dealing with a few peculiar monsters, when their strength returned to its peak, they set off for the distant Maple Forest.

“Meiryu once told me that when they first came here, it was completely by chance; the outer Maple Forest is like a huge labyrinth,”

“Back then, he was being chased by a powerful monster. He remembers running continuously towards the depths of the Maple Forest, and just when he was nearly exhausted, he luckily ran out of the Maple Forest and saw a towering tree.”

“Underneath the tree, there was a naturally formed passageway. Following the passageway into it, deep underground, he discovered the Flower of Eternal Darkness.”

“However, according to Meiryu, he did not approach it at that time but found another path to the surface, hiding cautiously until he finally left the place.”

“So, our goal this time is to find that colossal tree.”

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the edge of the Maple Forest.

Rustling.

There was no wind, yet as they neared, the friction of the leaves seemed to welcome their arrival.

Yatagarasu Kensumi flicked his hand casually.

Thud!

Spiritual power pierced through the trunk.

Thump, thump.

A gap burst open in the trunk, and viscous blood gushed out from it. Under attack, the maple tree rustled its leaves, emitting a sound akin to a scream.

Immediately afterward, the roots of other surrounding trees broke through the soil, crawling and coiling into the maple tree’s wound.

In just a few breaths, a pile of withered wood was left in place, but strangely enough, an odor similar to that of a dead body emanated from these shriveled trunks.

Roger tentatively released a portion of spiritual power. Apparently intimidated, the friction of the leaves suddenly ceased, and all the branches spontaneously spread to the sides, forming a path before them.

Exchanging a glance, the two became vigilant and entered the Maple Forest together.

Kensumi leading, Roger following.

“Although these things are plants, they possess characteristics of living beings, even demonstrating fear,”

Yatagarasu Kensumi observed.

Roger nodded. After traversing a corridor about a dozen meters long, he seemed to sense something and abruptly turned around.

Behind him, the dozen-meter-long corridor still existed.

But farther away lay an endless splendor.

All around, the friction of the leaves let out a silent mockery.

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