Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 139 1. Escape

After successfully escaping the city with a group of children, Park Ya-joo followed the route given by Huang Xiao-xiao and fled in the dark towards Luoxia City.

Fortunately, the moon in the sky was very bright, which made it much easier for everyone to escape, and they were able to successfully bypass some ditches and obstacles.

Although they are only a few years old, they have experienced too many life-and-death trials along the way, and their temperament is far beyond that of ordinary children.

So everyone followed Park Ah-joo stealthily, without a trace of fear. They held hands, the older ones leading the younger ones, the boys helping the girls, all in perfect harmony.

But they were all children under ten years old, with very limited energy and strength. They crept along in the dark, and by almost dawn they had only covered about thirty miles. Except for a few older children, the rest were exhausted. Looking at the exhausted children, Park Ya-joo felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.

We've already left the city quite a distance; further ahead lies a sparsely populated forest. This area is rather remote, with few people coming and going.

They then took the children to a secluded little cave to rest. Fortunately, Mo Yuming had given them some food the night before, and there was still some left, so they shared the food with everyone to replenish their strength.

It's already getting light, and Park Ah-joo is helping the children cover their heads with clothes and rags.

Their gray hair and pupils are their most distinctive features, and they must not be seen by others. If someone who knows their identity as a criminal clan sees them, it will cause them great trouble.

After resting for an hour, Park Ah-joo led the children on their way again. They had to get to the rendezvous point as soon as possible; this was their only chance to escape the clutches of the evil forces.

The desire to live gave the children tremendous encouragement. On the way to escape, everyone ran forward desperately, and no one complained of being tired.

After running for another two hours, they had traveled more than fifty li away from Shangyuan City. It was already noon, and the blazing sun had climbed to the top of the sky.

Park Ya-joo led the children, who were parched, to a stream. The exhausted children quickly ran to the stream to drink water and then hid in the bushes under a big tree to rest.

Among them, apart from Park Ya-joo who has strength close to the ninth level of the human realm, the oldest boy's profound cultivation is only equivalent to the third level of the human realm, the others who are seven or eight years old are mostly at the first level, and the two youngest are only six years old and have not yet reached the first level of the human realm, and are still practicing the breathing technique.

However, the Wu tribe does not cultivate profound arts, but rather the spiritual sea, and their dantian spiritual power is almost the same as that of ordinary people. Therefore, the Wu tribe people have very low physical strength and combat power.

Even with Park Ya-chu's cultivation at the ninth level of the Human Realm, he might not be able to defeat other cultivators at the third level of the Mystic Arts Realm.

Now they have no food left, and since they are all children, they have been hiding all the way and haven't even had enough to eat, let alone cultivate.

So for the rest of the journey, they had to evade enemies and wild beasts while gathering wild fruits to stave off hunger.

Park Ah-joo had to protect everyone's safety, so she didn't have the time or energy to gather wild fruits, and the responsibility of gathering wild fruits fell on the eleven-year-old boy.

In order to gather more wild fruits without affecting everyone's journey, the boy often went alone to the woods ahead to search for them.

This is a deserted path, rarely traveled by anyone, and only occasionally might be passed by hunters who hunt in the vicinity.

The little boy had run quite a distance ahead in order to pick more wild fruit. He searched diligently, and his cloth bag already contained some wild fruit, but it wasn't enough—not enough for everyone to have a meal.

So he quickened his pace and walked forward.

Suddenly, he saw a fruit tree not far ahead, laden with wild fruit, many of which were already ripe, bright red and very tempting.

The little boy was so excited that he wanted to run over and pick some, but after only a few steps, he stopped in a panic.

He hurriedly tried to find a place to hide, but before he could run far, three black wolves emerged from behind a tree and walked straight towards the little boy. These were relatively large wild beasts, and their attack power was quite strong for a wild animal.

With the child's level three human strength, he can fight one, but not three. Moreover, they are social animals and know how to attack their prey together, making them even more difficult to deal with.

The little boy had only a bag of wild fruit and a short stick he had found. They had been imprisoned for a long time by Old Man Pao and his gang, so it was impossible for them to have weapons.

The little boy slowly retreated into the nearby woods. He didn't want to go back because there were younger siblings there who were more vulnerable to harm.

Although Sister Yazhu is stronger than him, it's difficult for her to take care of everyone. So he wanted to lure the three black wolves away, as far away as possible.

The little boy ran desperately into the woods, but the black wolf was much faster than he had imagined.

This beast, which was known for its speed, quickly caught up with him, and another one had already run ahead of him and blocked his path.

When the little boy saw the three black wolves surrounding him, tears welled up in his eyes.

Although he was terrified, he held back his tears, afraid that Ya Zhu and the others would hear him and come to rescue him.

In that case, the younger siblings would also be discovered by the black wolf and would be in danger.

The little boy gripped the stick tightly with both hands and slowly retreated to the foot of a large tree. The tree had a hollow that was just big enough to accommodate half of his body.

This way, Black Wolf would only be able to attack him from the front, allowing him to hold out a little longer in the ensuing fight.

Three wolves surrounded him, standing about ten feet away and watching him. They didn't attack him immediately, but instead circled the tree back and forth, perhaps considering which angle would be easier to attack from.

The little boy's hands, gripping the wooden stick tightly, were a little numb. Sweat covered his tender face, and he was breathing heavily. He dared not relax for even a moment.

He knew that if he revealed even the slightest weakness, he would be immediately attacked by wolves.

After a stalemate lasting half a minute, a wolf suddenly pounced on the boy.

A pair of wolf claws lunged at the boy's shoulder, but the boy fought back fiercely, striking the wolf's front paws hard with his wooden stick.

With a "bang," the stick broke in two, and the wolf was knocked far away and thrown to the side. It howled and struggled several times but couldn't get up. It was estimated that the wolf's front paws had been broken by the stick.

The other two wolves were frightened by what had just happened and took a few steps back, but they did not run away. Instead, they continued to stare at the little boy from a distance.

The little boy's condition was very bad. His attack had broken a wolf's leg, but it had also broken his own stick. Moreover, he had injured both his hands because of the excessive force he had used; the webs between his thumb and index finger were torn and blood was flowing out continuously.