Chapter 34 The Fog (Part 1) He is right here.

As the crack behind her gradually healed, Qingxing came to her senses. She raised her right hand and stared intently at the tip of her middle finger.

There are still bloodstains left from when the spiritual eye was opened.

From as far back as she could remember, Qingxing had been wandering the human world. She had no money, no spiritual power, and didn't even have a name. For some reason, the only thing she knew was her age.

Later, she entered Mount Taihua by a twist of fate and was inexplicably reborn several times. To say that she wasn't curious about her own background would be impossible for Qingxing.

But she had no memory of anything before she was thirteen. The spirit of the book was always vague to her. She had a vague feeling that something was amiss, but she didn't know where this strange feeling came from.

And now... that illusion array is telling her that there's something wrong with her blood.

Whose blood could she shed? Thinking of the stench-filled peach grove within the magic circle, Qingxing shook her head, a chill running down her spine.

She couldn't possibly be a descendant of Wang Yan, could she?!

The idea was nipped in the bud by Qingxing.

Over the years, she had read so many books that she was well-versed in the various official and unofficial histories of the cultivation world, if not an encyclopedia, she could at least recount some of them. Even among those unorthodox books, Qingxing had never seen the words "wife" or "children" associated with a notorious demon king like Wang Yan.

Besides, Wang Yan is from five hundred years ago, what connection could she possibly have with him?

She couldn't have slept for five hundred years.

Moreover, there's a high possibility that the illusionary dream array was deliberately created by someone to bewitch her mind.

The bloodstains on her hands had dried, and Qingxing gently touched them with her thumb, causing the blood clots to fall to the ground.

She sighed softly, quickly erasing the jumbled thoughts from her mind, and decided to put the matter aside for now and think about it later.

Anyway, there's still a long way to go.

Qingxing comforted herself as she pulled out the last communication talisman from her bag. She had only "snatched" a few from Duanmu on this trip, intending to use them to test more magic arrays, but she never expected this to happen.

She wrote down the news that she had safely left the battlefield, then added the question, "Where?" But when she was about to sign it, she was stumped about who to pass the talisman to.

If we're talking about the first choice, it would definitely be Master Jiuquchen.

But... Qingxing sniffed awkwardly, realizing she didn't seem to know about her master's spiritual imprint.

Whether it's the transmission talisman paper that she modified or the most original kind, if you want to pass it on to someone, you must mark it with the spiritual power imprint exclusive to both cultivators.

But when she was at Mount Taihua, she was busy with cultivation and inner sect tests as soon as she was reborn, followed by annoying cultivation classes. Later, she packed her things and set off without stopping. Her most frequent contact with her master was probably discussing the circulation of spiritual energy.

After a moment of helpless contemplation, Qingxing had no choice but to raise her hand and leave Wenren Xi's mark.

Once the silver-white fox ears disappeared from the talisman, she waved her hand with relief, causing the communication talisman to shrink instantly until it disappeared completely.

I wonder if they've dealt with the monsters yet. If they're still fighting, it'll probably take a while before they can reply.

Taking advantage of this free time, Qingxing decided to walk around and see if she could stumble upon some clues by chance.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn—

As Qingxing watched the roe deer rapidly devour the thick fog, she reached for her cloth bag for the umpteenth time.

She knew she didn't have that kind of luck, and she didn't expect to find a team by blindly wandering around. But so much time had passed, and there was still no response to the communication talisman she sent out. Even though she was entangled with demons, Duanmu Tingzhu had replied to her earlier, so there was no reason for him to ignore her communication now.

Before her lay an endless peach orchard, seemingly from which she could never escape. Qingxing had a bad feeling, so she summoned back the roe deer and simply stood still.

Even though the wind was foul, this place was cleaner than the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the magic circle, and there were no remains of demons. However, the possibility that she had entered another illusionary dream array could not be ruled out.

After a moment's thought, Qingxing raised her hand and activated her spiritual eye. With her eyes covered by a red veil, everything in the Blood Peach Forest appeared before her. Qingxing saw the falling petals, the crawling insects, and could even clearly find the sword marks left on the tree trunks.

But she didn't see anything like puppet strings, and there were no dense runes in the sky. She had indeed left the Dream Array.

What about Master and the others?

Qingxing frowned slightly. She rummaged through her cloth bag for a while and finally took out only a piece of bark paper.

Upon unfolding it, I found it to be Tingzhu's course completion assessment sheet, which Guda had casually slipped into my hand when we were fooling around on Taihua Mountain before the New Year.

After a long, silent stare at the bark paper, Qingxing seemed to relent, taking out the inexhaustible wood and forming hand seals:

"The branches are laden with fruit, ready for you to pick. The mountains of Zhaoyao are a place to be explored from afar."

“Xingxing”.

Swipe—

A vortex of cyan spiritual energy condensed, and from its center, a white-eared monkey suddenly leaped out.

It first circled Qingxing twice, then sat down in front of her and leisurely picked its ear.

"Who are you looking for?" Xingxing asked, his voice sharp and shrill.

"This," Qingxing handed it the bark paper, saying sincerely, "has the residual scent of my junior brother on it."

Xingxing then leaned closer, took a light sniff, and then muttered, "This person smells sour about money."

Qingxing:......

There was nothing else she could find; this was the only thing that belonged to someone else.

The ape didn't say anything more. It lay down on the ground, sniffing in all directions, finally locking onto the southwest. After crawling forward two or three steps to confirm, it beckoned to Qingxing, signaling her to follow.

Coincidentally, the direction it led was exactly where Qingxing had gone before she stopped.

The Xingxing led her for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, until they finally arrived at a place where the fog was thickest.

Not only was the fog heavy, but the demonic energy was also heavy.

Various monster remains were scattered all over the ground, and the surrounding peach trees were also covered with traces of a battle. Qingxing stretched out a hand, carefully sensing the surroundings—she could still detect the various chaotic spiritual energies that had been used here, most of which were familiar to her.

Looking at the deep and shallow sword pits on the muddy ground, one can vaguely sense the sharp sword wind, which is probably the remnant of Elder Qinghe's Ten Thousand Kill Sword Domain.

"Don't just stand there, we're still ahead." Xingxing glanced at Qingxing and continued walking forward.

Qingxing stopped and continued following it, eventually stopping in front of a large pit.

"This is it."

"In here?" Qingxing looked at the pit uncertainly; there was nothing inside.

“The smell disappears here,” Xingxing said.

It was so certain that Qingxing remained silent for a moment, then subconsciously reached for the cloth bag at her waist, wanting to find some more of her companion's belongings.

Her fingers moved downwards, but instead of reaching into the bag, she accidentally touched the uneven embroidery on the outside.

Wait, embroidery?

Qingxing took off the cloth bag, squatted down, and offered it to the Xingxing: "Smell this?"

The monkey stretched its neck out, its nose only an inch away from the cloth bag. Qingxing could clearly hear it inhaling, and unconsciously, she also held her breath.

After a short while, Xingxing stepped back a little, and Qingxing asked impatiently, "How was it?"

“Here it is.” Xingxing pointed to the large pit.

Qingxing pressed further, "What's the scent on this cloth bag?"

“Yes,” Xingxing affirmed.

Qingxing remained silent. She was not only completely bewildered, but she also felt as if she were covered in snow.

The monkey in front of her didn't care about her current mood. Having completed its task, it stretched out its hand to Qingxing: "Where are the fruits?"

Qingxing snapped out of her chaotic thoughts and replied, "...The circumstances are special right now, I'll give it to you next time."

Xingxing stared at her in disbelief for a long time, then angrily stomped on Qingxing's foot and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Judging from its posture, it seemed that it no longer wanted to obey her summons.

Qingxing was jolted awake by its stomp. She turned and jumped into the pit, touching the ground with her right hand and gently closing her eyes.

An unseen hand, like a painter, drew the patterns of the earth in her mind, making all magic arrays in the world impossible to hide.

Several faint colored lines were connected together; those were the residual spiritual energy of their fellow disciples.

Qingxing shook her head slightly and continued exploring.

But after a few breaths, she withdrew her hand with some disappointment—there were no remnants of any magic array here, only dense demonic energy.

But... this demonic energy seems somewhat familiar.

Qingxing frowned slightly; she felt like she had encountered this place somewhere before.

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Author's note: Qingxing: I chose the person who seemed the most reliable.

Double-sided transducers can be used twice; one sheet is disposable.