Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Just as this thought rose, Zong Shou immediately shook his head. It would be okay if there was a formation. But if it was a spiritual technique, this person had to be above Day Wandering Realm. A causal technique would easily take his life, so why would he go through so much trouble?
The key was that he couldn’t sense any large spiritual energy waves that were flowing in an orderly manner, so this wasn’t a spiritual formation, either, or at least he was unable to sense it.
Xuanyuan Yiren also followed him to the front of the carriage, looking around, her brows furrowed tight.
When she had rushed over earlier, they were already surrounded with a dense fog, but she didn’t think too much about it. At this point she was alarmed and felt that the situation wasn’t right. After thinking about it, she didn’t agree blindly, “Uncle Lian, did you get it wrong? Shouldn’t be have just continued forwards, so how did we get loss? I remembered that the fog started less than half an hour ago, so how did it so quickly…”
“Miss Xuanyuan, I, Lian Fan, never speak wildly!” Lian Fan’s expression was really solemn as he pointed to the front of the carriage, “Look at the Windrider Foals and you know. They look like they are moving straight, but they are actually deviating. Apart from the fog being unusual, there should be illusionary arts to confuse the heart. Just now we probably made a circle in the same spot. Which direction we are facing we don’t know at all. I was only able to notice it due to my ancestor’s special bloodline!”
Xuanyuan Yiren was surprised and looked around carefully, and found the situation was as Lian Fan mentioned. Her expression turned cold as she looked around, deep in thought.
Zong Shou suddenly smiled and casually sat down. “Uncle Lian Fan, stop! Most likely an expert is using a technique here. He most likely isn’t willing to let us go, so there is no point in continuing to run. Why not rest and allow the horses to gain some strength?”
Since he was sent over by Liancheng as the coachman, Lian Fan followed all orders carefully. After that battle, he had also became really loyal towards Zong Shou, treating his words like Buddhist scriptures.
When he heard that, he didn’t hesitate at all, and let all the Windrider Foals stop.
Xuanyuan Yiren looked towards Zong Shou unhappily, like she was blaming him for deciding matters by himself, but she didn’t speak up to scold him.
This wait lasted for four hours; Zong Shou fell asleep calmly. Seeing that the sky turn to night, that fog showing no signs of retreating, Xuanyuan Yiren slowly became anxious. She rose into the air and stood at the top of the carriage, bowing around, “Which senior’s technique is this? Pill Fountain Sect disciple Xuanyuan Yiren greets you! How about senior be kind and let us go?”
Her voice had a penetrating ability and spread ten miles out, they could barely hear some echoes.
Even after she said that, an hour passed and no one replied. That fog naturally didn’t show signs of dissipating.
Zong Shou was awakened and seeing the situation, he smiled. Although he didn’t know what the reason the person creating the fog wanted, but he didn’t want to kill them. If he did, he’d had so many chances in the past few hours.
Xuanyuan Yiren seemed to have seen through that, and sighed helplessly, “Prince, this fog most likely isn’t targeting us. However, we can’t just wait like this. Yunniang and I will look around. If there is any danger you can use my fire signal. This is made by my Pill Fountain Sect and even in this fog it can be used.”
A pale gold talisman floated out from her hand. Pretty much assuming that Zong Shou couldn’t use it, it flew in front of Chuxue and then several golden needles, and forty Grade Two beast crystals were arranged around the carriage.
Zong Shou took a casual look and knew that this was a formation to determine direction. As for the open needle, it was something she used often and had some of her energy and aura. Under the buffs of the formation, even ten miles out she would be able to pick it up. The entire formation was really simple, but also really smart.
Squinting his eyes a little, Zong Shou didn’t pay much attention. He watched the two of them leave, then smiled and stretched out. “This sleep is just enough, how comfortable! Xue’er, why don’t we go take a spin?”
Chuxue gave out a “Yi!” and looked in the direction Xuanyuan Yiren left. “But Young Master, didn’t Miss Yiren ask you to wait for her here?”
“You are my brat, are you listening to her or me?”
Zong Shou grinned and jumped off the carriage, activating the Lightning Travelling Spirit Bone, walking forwards like a wooden puppet with mechanical sounds. His brows were raised coldly as he pressed his hand on the Lightning Tooth Sword, the violent energy in him hidden as he smiled, “Since that person has placed such a big formation for your Young Master, how can I run away?”
Chuxue seemed to understand and didn’t hesitate before jumping off, following Zong Shou blindly. Lian Fan deserted the Windrider Foals and carriages, and followed closely behind.
Zong Shou’s walking was totally without purpose, not using any deduction techniques and just following his intuition. Suddenly walking towards the east, suddenly south, the two exchanging glances with one another.
What was weird was that just as Chuxue was thinking whether or not her Young Master was really dumb, that it would take forever to reach the end, suddenly a ball of light lit up and entered their field of sight.
Heading to that light, they saw that they were beside a stream. The two shores were covered by large patches of greenery, fluttering in the wind. The water in the stream flowed and gave out “ding ding dong dong” sounds, like music.
What was weird was that around this place, the fog was so thick it made it hard for them to even see each other’s faces. But beside this stream there was no fog at all, like a paradise.
Beneath a few willow trees, two people were seated with their legs crossed.
A guy and a girl, the guy seemed to be seventy years old and wearing a cloth traditional dress. His hair and moustache were white, looking like a celestial, laughing slightly.
The girl was around seventeen or eighteen years old, between her brows there was a lightning mark. She looked really beautiful, such that one couldn’t help but take a few more looks at her. The feeling she gave off wasn’t like an underworldly beauty, but she had an evil charm.
Behind the old guy and young girl stood two people who he was familiar with. One of them was Lei Dong, while the other was Zhao Yanran.
When Zhao Yanran saw Zong Shou, she looked over in surprise. Lei Dong had an embarrassed smile and tried to avoid his eyes.
Their reactions were different, their expressions slightly changing, looking slightly disappointed while slightly eager.
Zong Shou was startled, looking in shock at the old man and the girl. Following which he just needed to think about it and he knew what was happening. He viciously stared at Lei Dong before looking over, “Zong Shou greets the two seniors! Dare I ask you two for your names? Was this fog done by you two? Can you two be benevolent enough to let the few of us leave?”
The teen with the lightning mark didn’t speak, her eyes judging Zong Shou, looking up and down him. Her eyes looked like she had seen a lover with their joy, but she frowned, who knew what she was thinking.
The old man was the same. After a short while he smiled as he said, “I am Yan Fan, Lei Dong’s Uncle, in charge of the Wujue Villa. I know that Lei Dong and you became brothers, so you can call me Uncle Lei!”
As his words landed, that teen scoffed coldly, “Stop trying to get close to him! He and your nephew only met for a day. How does such a brother count?”
That Yan Fan smiled, nodding towards that teen, “You recognize the two behind. As for this iss, she might look young, but she is quite famous in the Cloud World. She came out from Taiyuan Sect, she is called the Taiyuan Fairy, and her name is Shui Lingbo. Normal Spiritual Grandmasters need to respect her.”
Chuxue didn’t feel anything when she heard that, while Zong Shou and Lian Fan couldn’t help but tremble.
The latter had heard of of the two sect names before, while Zong Shou was in awe.
Wujue Villa was a Sect with a Shrine, ranked fifth. Taiyuan Sect was a little stronger, one of the three pillars of the Common People Path. At the same time, they controlled the Third and Seventh Shrine, their strength was great, several times that of Lingyun Sect.
Comparing them to the Spiritual Houses sects was like comparing Heaven to Earth.
However what astonished him was that the two people in front of him were the first batch of people who had entered the Celestial level after the spiritual wave began.
In his last life in the God Emperor game, these two reached levels players couldn’t climb to.
Once a cultivator reached the Celestial level, their lifespan reached three thousand years. In their era, many people were guessing that the two of them were still alive, just that no one knew where they went.
Zong Shou took in a deep breath before barely calming himself down. He expressionlessly bowed towards the both of them.
Although their identities were shocking, he didn’t have any requests for them, so he didn’t need to show too much respect.
Yan Fan smiled, “Looking at you, you should have heard of our names. Both of us are secluded in meditation and our names aren’t that famous, so for you to know them you must be well read!”
He waved the sleeves of his robe, moving a chess piece on the game that Shui Lingbo and him were playing, saying expressionlessly, “Don’t blame us. We have other reasons for this fog, not to cause trouble for you. Not long ago Taiyuan Fairy and I were discussing the Lingyun Sect Cloud Shocking God Destroying sword intent. There were some parts that we disagreed on, which was why this fog arose.”
When Chuxue heard that, she looked towards the chess board, seeing that the chess board made of sandalwood was filled with black and white pieces, no different from normal items.
She couldn’t help but feel weird. What did discussing sword intent have to do with chess? Was this fog caused by this chess game? That was just too unbelievable, wasn’t it?
Zong Shou smiled coldly, as expected in the next moment Yan Fan smiled as he glanced over, “I heard Lei Dong say that you helped him comprehend his Mountain and River blade intent?”
