Chapter 173
Qi Qiyun looked at his disciple and nodded seriously: "This is what my master said. It is said that those two sorcerers were disciples of Lengyue Temple, but they had no master and were just two nobodys. Because of the emergence of the evil god, the disciples of some status in Lengyue Temple were unwilling to investigate, so they sent these two instead. These two encountered the evil god, and everyone thought they were going to die, but unexpectedly, they exhausted their cultivation and killed the evil god."
Jingwu couldn't believe his eyes. According to his master, these two had no teachers, which meant their cultivation was not high. How could they have killed someone?
The next second, she suddenly thought of the folding fans, one green and one purple.
These two folding fans are at least several thousand years old magical artifacts. How could two transparent disciples possess such high-level magical artifacts?
Jingwu frowned, a sense of unease creeping into his heart; there must be something else going on.
She lowered her eyes, gazing thoughtfully at the words on the ancient book.
"Later, Lengyue Temple wanted to publicize this matter and claim all the credit. Unfortunately, someone else had already proclaimed these two sorcerers as gods. Overnight, everyone in the world knew that the two gods had killed the evil god, so they couldn't succeed." Qi Qiyun put away the ancient book, looked at his disciple in front of him, and said, "As for whether it's true or not, I don't know. After all, it happened thousands of years ago."
Jingwu nodded thoughtfully, looking firmly at the person in front of him: "Master, since mystics can slay evil gods, wouldn't our chances of winning be greater if we joined forces with other mystics?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Qiyun immediately understood her thoughts and nodded: "Indeed, I will send invitations to each sect tomorrow to see what they think. Awu, you don't need to worry about this matter, your master will do his best."
Jingwu smiled and agreed, saying softly, "Even if no one else is willing, I will still go..."
The evil god wreaks havoc on the human world, absorbing living souls to cultivate his techniques—this is inherently wrong. By doing my best to stop it, I can save innocent lives and also save my uncle and aunt's family.
Upon hearing these words, Qi Qiyun was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
He had already guessed what A-Wu was going to do when he read the letter she wrote, but when he actually heard it, he still felt a pang of sadness, after all, she was the disciple he had raised.
He knew her well; she seemed easy to talk to, but in reality, she was incredibly stubborn. Once she made up her mind, nothing could change it.
He closed his eyes tightly and nodded.
Jingwu smiled, having already made up his mind.
The true location of the evil god has not yet been found, and the evil god has not been resurrected. There is still time to deal with other matters.
Jingwu walked to his old house, took out his blue folding fan, and tapped the fan surface.
"Xiaoqing, I have something to ask you."
The room was completely silent; there was no response.
The folding fan lay on the table, just like an ordinary fan.
Jingwu increased the pressure and pointed heavily: "I know you're listening. I won't ask about your previous master, I just want to ask you about the evil god."
The green fan suddenly rose, its handle bouncing twice on the table: "Master, what do you want to ask?"
"Were there two gods or two sorcerers who slew the evil god back then?"
Xiaoqing's lips twitched when she heard this, even though she didn't have lips.
What's the difference between asking her that and asking her master?
She remained silent for a long time, wanting to speak the truth, but fearing punishment from the heavens: "Master, you don't need to worry. As long as you and Yue Huai can reach the Nascent Soul stage, Xiao Zi and I can help you two slay the evil god!"
Jingwu frowned in confusion, then asked, "What do you mean?"
“Back then, the evil god was completely annihilated, leaving only a wisp of his consciousness scattered among the mortals, which allowed him to be resurrected. The fact that he has not yet been successfully resurrected means that his cultivation has been greatly reduced. Two Nascent Soul stage Xuanshu masters, plus my and Xiao Zi’s thousands of years of cultivation, are enough to deal with him.”
As Xiaoqing said this, she bounced around a couple of times, her tone revealing an undisguised arrogance.
Jingwu listened to these words thoughtfully. She had already reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm, but she still needed some merit to enter the Nascent Soul stage, and only after the Nascent Soul stage could she enter the Deity Transformation stage.
But... is there enough time?
Jingwu felt a little worried. She looked at the fan thoughtfully, but didn't say anything.
Whether it's too late or not, we should at least give it a try.
After all... this concerns the lives of countless people!
Jingwu closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
That evening, she returned to the inn, found Yue Huai, and told him what had happened.
Upon hearing this, the young man nodded: "Alright, I have now reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage. If I cultivate diligently, I will definitely be able to reach the Deity Transformation stage."
Jingwu smiled and nodded, looking at the dark circles under the person's eyes, and said with concern, "It's getting late. You've hardly slept these past few days. Today I heard from the doctor that Elder Xuanzhou and Senior Brother Yun's external injuries have almost healed. You can go back to your room to rest early tonight."
Upon hearing these words of concern, Yue Huai's eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth turned up wildly. However, fearing that he would frighten the person in front of him, he forcefully suppressed it, only revealing a smile and feigning modesty.
"Okay, you should go to bed early too."
Seeing that he had agreed, Jingwu didn't say anything more and nodded as he returned to his room.
Although I promised him I would go to bed early, it was still early, and the moonlight outside the window was just right for cultivation.
So she sat cross-legged on the bed and began her meditation practice.
In another room, Yue Huai washed up and wanted to go to sleep, but remembering what he had just said, he got up again, sat cross-legged on the bed, and meditated under the moonlight.
As long as he cultivates diligently and improves his cultivation level, A-Wu will have an easier time fighting against the evil god.
Neither of them slept that night; they cultivated throughout the entire night.
I managed to doze off for an hour just before dawn.
After Jingwu woke up, he quickly washed up and went downstairs. Just as he was about to have breakfast, he saw the boy and Prince Yu sitting in the hall, eating breakfast and talking about something.
A glint flashed in her eyes, and she turned slightly to the right, intending to walk towards the two of them.
Good morning.
As soon as Yue Huai saw her coming, he immediately raised his hand and used a trick to cover his dark circles before looking up to greet her.
"morning."
"Good morning, Miss A-Wu." Prince Yu smiled gently, his eyes fixed on the person before him. "Have you had breakfast?"
Jingwu frowned unhappily upon hearing this form of address; she genuinely disliked strangers addressing her so intimately.
She sat down next to Yue Huai, her face expressionless: "Your Highness Prince Yu, you can call me Jingwu next time, or Miss Jing."
When Prince Yu heard her blunt words, he was taken aback at first, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, which he quickly concealed.
He still wore a gentle smile as he looked at the person in front of him and said somewhat embarrassedly, "It was my abruptness that led me to forget that Miss Jing is a woman."
Upon hearing this, both men at the table frowned.
Why does that sentence sound so sarcastic?
Jingwu felt a slight displeasure, frowned, and silently told himself that this person was still useful and he couldn't afford to break off relations.
Suppressing his displeasure, he asked the waiter for the menu and ordered a few steamed buns.
Yue Huai wasn't very happy either, so he kept a low face, ate his breakfast, and didn't say anything.
Prince Yu was not embarrassed when no one responded, and continued talking to himself.
"I plan to return to the capital today. I have already written to my elder brother, asking you, Ah Huai, to escort me back to the capital."
Upon hearing this, Yue Huai frowned slightly and was about to speak when he heard the person in front of him speak again.
“I can no longer trust anyone around me these days. They might even harm me on the road. Ah Huai, you are an upright person, which makes me feel more at ease.” Prince Yu played with the coral string in his hand, his face bearing his usual kind smile, but his words left no room for refusal.
Jingwu lowered his eyes, eating a steamed bun while thinking.
Prince Yu's thoughts were definitely not that simple; he must have ulterior motives. However, she and Yue Huai could easily deal with a mortal without magic.
Rather than letting the tiger return to the mountain, it's better to keep him under our watchful eye and see what he's up to.
Thinking this, Jingwu looked at the person beside him, wanting to ask about his plans.
The next second, Yue Huai spoke.
"Since Prince Yu has already reported to His Majesty, then Ahuai can only obey the decree."
He said this with a half-smile, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Prince Yu ignored his sarcastic remarks and immediately said a few words with a smile. Then he stood up and said, "Then I will go pack my luggage first, and we will set off tonight."
Jingwu frowned as he watched his hurried figure disappear into the distance.
So hastily? Could it be that a trap has already been set up along the way?
Regardless, both of them secretly became more cautious.
Yue Huai picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him, took a sip, and then said, "I'm afraid of letting a tiger return to the mountain, so I thought it would be safer to keep him under my nose."
“Yes, great minds think alike.” Jingwu nodded in agreement: “However, he’s in such a hurry to leave, he must have something to hide. We need to be careful on the way.”
Yue Huai responded softly and was about to speak when he heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from the street outside.
Immediately afterwards, a large procession walked through the door.
"Oh my! This is Sun Xiucai, who ranked second in the imperial examination! His ancestors must have been incredibly lucky!"
The old woman standing nearby said excitedly, then hurriedly ran outside to look around.
Upon hearing this, everyone forgot what they were doing and rushed to the door to see the second-place candidate.
A crowd gathered around, chattering incessantly.
"Huh? Who's the top scorer this year?"
"Of course it's Shao Chengrui, the talented scholar! Back in the day, he was the top scholar in the entire Jinzhou!"
Upon hearing this, Yue Huai immediately turned to look at the man riding a tall horse with a red flower on his chest, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ah Wu, because of my family matters, I kept you from checking the results."
Jingwu then remembered that he had promised his cousin he would rush back before the results were released, but now he couldn't make it back anytime soon.
She lowered her eyes, feeling somewhat guilty towards her cousin, and thought about what gift to choose to apologize to him.
"It's alright, my cousin will understand."
Jingwu pursed his lips and said something indifferently, then racked his brains to think of a gift.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind, and my eyes lit up.
My cousin will definitely need the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I'll go back to the capital later and pick out a nice set for him as an apology.
With that in mind, Jingwu quickened his pace of eating.
After finishing breakfast, the two went back to their rooms to pack their things.
Jingwu didn't bring much with him, only a few sets of clothes. After a quick tidying up, he was all set.
Yue Huai was more troublesome. It wasn't that he brought a lot of things, but he had to pack the belongings of three people by himself, so it was slower.
By the time he finished packing, everyone was already waiting at the door.
Prince Yu prepared three carriages. The last carriage was used to store items and luggage, while the middle carriage was decorated luxuriously, with even the curtains embroidered with gold thread.
The carriage at the very front was rather ordinary, but at least it was big enough.
"Young master and young lady, please take the first carriage. Our lord will ride in the one behind." A man who looked like a steward came out and said with a smile, "I would like to trouble you two gentlemen to ride in the last carriage and help us look after the important items on board."
Upon hearing this, all four of them frowned.
Jingwu frowned as he scanned the three carriages, wondering what Prince Yu was up to.
Zhao Xuanzhou was also pondering this in his heart. He hadn't been treated like this for many years, and this made him very angry.
But at this point, he was under someone else's roof and had to bow his head. He couldn't make things difficult for Ah Huai, so he gritted his teeth and hardened his stance.
He led Yun Zhaohui into the carriage behind, and when they passed the boy, he patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down and stay composed.
Yue Huai understood his master's hint, took a deep breath, suppressed his displeasure, and boarded the first carriage with the girl.
As soon as he entered the carriage, he saw the incense burning inside.
Yue Huai immediately made a hand seal and extinguished the incense.
Jingwu didn't stop him from doing this, after all, no one knew what might have been added to the box.
She sat down, leaned back, and closed her eyes, pondering.
Prince Yu's behavior is truly strange. Could it be that he intends to lure them somewhere and capture them all at once?
The carriage swayed and rocked, and soon she became drowsy.
She felt her eyelids were very heavy and unconsciously wanted to sleep.
Jingwu sensed something was wrong and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra to stay awake.
There was definitely something wrong with this incense; I became drowsy after just a short while inside.
Jingwu suddenly remembered something, opened his eyes and glanced at the boy next to him. Seeing that he also had his eyes closed and was chanting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.
An hour later, the carriage began to sway more and more, and suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.
The carriage curtain was blown up, and a breeze carrying a fishy smell drifted in, causing the two to unconsciously frown.
The smell of blood is so strong!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com