30 Luoshui Demonic Breath
"Is this the devil's breath?" Hua Lang looked at the winding traces on the ground that looked like a burnt human figure, and felt that it was particularly familiar.
"Peak Master, this is demonic energy. In the mortal world, where there's no spiritual energy, demonic energy corrodes vegetation and even the soil unimpeded, leaving behind vast charred marks."
Hua Lang leaned down and lightly brushed his fingers over the demonic aura, and a trace of extremely uncomfortable breath flashed by.
She now knew why it looked familiar.
She had seen something like this on the first day she came to this world from the Book Club.
She thought she was struck by lightning, and was afraid that if she stayed there any longer, she would become the first time in history that a time traveler was killed by lightning before completing her mission. She was so scared that she ran away in one breath.
Wang Shuiyi continued his analysis, "Recently, there have been a number of instances of powerful demons borrowing the Dao from various locations. I suspect this is related to the frequent changes in the position of the Demon Realm City Lord."
The demon world and the cultivation world are like two sides of a mirror, but the demon world is much more chaotic and disordered than the cultivation world.
This great demon is passing through the demon world. If he encounters a place that he cannot pass through, or if there is a bigger demon that he cannot defeat on this land, then the demon will break the mirror, pass through the mortal world, and then return to the mirror.
Hua Lang's knowledge of the Demon Realm was limited to written records. Following Wang Shuiyi's words, she continued, "There are several Demon Realm City Lords, but they rarely appear in the mortal world. Perhaps the one borrowing his passage this time is one of the new City Lords."
Wang Shuiyi looked relaxed. "If it really passes by here, I'll definitely take a good look at what the Demon City Lord looks like."
Hua Lang was not as relaxed as he was. She looked at the quiet village in the distance with only a few wisps of smoke from cooking fires, and she couldn't suppress the vague uneasiness in her heart.
But soon, her attention was diverted by a pair of teenagers.
A man and a woman, who looked to be about eighteen years old and both had pretty faces, were each carrying a basket covered with a white cloth and walking towards them with a clear purpose.
The young man walked towards Hua Lang. He smiled shyly at first, then began to explain his purpose. His two fangs were faintly visible as his lips opened and closed.
"Immortal, you have worked hard. These are pancakes baked in our village. If you don't mind, Immortal can try them." After saying that, he uncovered the white cloth.
Hua Lang took a look and saw the steaming pancakes with browned edges lying bulging in a basket padded with white cloth. The unique dry aroma after being roasted was tempting.
Hua Lang swallowed reluctantly, but she still said cautiously, "No need, take it back."
The young man looked at Wang Shuiyi standing beside him.
Wang Shuiyi was a little tempted, but when he saw Hua Lang didn't eat, he said, "Ahem, I won't eat it either. How can a cultivator of immortality indulge in the desire for food?"
The young man's expression was gloomy for a moment, but he immediately smiled in the next second. He took out a pancake, took a bite, and then swallowed it in front of Hua Lang.
Then he held out the basket again.
"Immortal, these cakes were baked specially for you by the village elders. Please try them..."
The words are not finished.
“!”
The young man's pupils shrank and he immediately took several steps back, almost falling to the ground.
A simple wooden sword was lying across his body, and the wind from the sword made it almost impossible for him to hold the basket in his hand!
He looked up from the direction of his sword and saw an extremely cold and beautiful immortal looking at him. He said coldly, "Master has already said that she won't eat."
The young man came to his senses, gritted his teeth and looked at the girl in the distance who was walking towards Xie Hanjing.
The girl's face was full of frustration. She glanced at Xie Hanjing and shook her head quietly.
Hua Lang was also startled by Xie Hanjing's actions. She was a little uncomfortable when she saw Xie Hanjing showing that familiar indifferent look.
Fortunately, Xie Hanjing quickly put away his sword and turned back to Hua Lang, saying, "Master, the formation has been laid out."
Hua Lang nodded. She coughed twice and tried to find a topic, "Where's your junior brother?"
Xie Hanjing glanced sideways slightly, his pupils as deep and quiet as a jade found at the bottom of the sea. Hua Lang was stunned for a moment before following his gaze.
In the distance, Yan Rong was facing away. From this angle, Hua Lang could vaguely see that he seemed to be holding a piece of cake and was about to put it into his mouth.
!!!
Hua Lang was so nervous that he rushed forward.
Don’t eat it, silly child!
Just as he got closer and before he could stop Yan Rong, Hua Lang saw him throw the pancake into the small hole under his feet and heard a faint sound: "Huh".
Hua Lang: ...
When Yan Rong turned around, he saw Hua Lang standing not far from him with a complicated expression.
Yan Rongshang's sarcastic expression froze, and he moved his body awkwardly to block the pit.
"Master, what's the matter?"
Forget it, every child wastes some food.
Hua Lang quickly convinced herself and shook her head, "It's nothing. Today's formation is almost done. Let's go. Don't stand here stupidly."
There were twelve disciples in total in charge of this village, and most of the others were outer disciples who had not yet practiced fasting. However, when they saw that Hua Lang did not eat the pancakes, they all rejected the young couple.
It wasn't until the two men returned to the village with their baskets that Wang Shuiyi shouted with a smile, "Alright, alright, stop looking so sad. Let's go! We have food to eat too!"
Everyone instantly cheered up and went back to the thatched cottage in the nearby village one after another.
As soon as I entered the dining room, I saw that the long and wide dining table was filled with food, which was still steaming.
At this time, everyone gathered in one room, and the young disciples would occasionally take a curious peek at Hua Lang from a close distance.
Privately, they had already discussed it several times.
"Tell me, why did Master Huafeng want to go with us?"
"I guess... she has no official duties, so maybe she wants to go down the mountain to have some fun?"
"Play, play, play. Do you think everyone is like you, with only play on their minds? Her two disciples are in the team. She must be worried about Wang Shuiyi leading the team, who only knows how to play all day long, so she came down the mountain herself."
"Ah Qiu!" Wang Shuiyi sneezed. Who was saying bad things about him?
He rubbed his nose nonchalantly and asked everyone to sit down.
Seeing Hua Lang sitting down, the disciples who were practicing Qigong also sat down, staring at the food on the table eagerly.
These dozen dishes were all bought from the town through the teleportation array. The dishes were served in porcelain bowls as big as faces. Every dish, whether meat or vegetables, had an attractive luster.
Hua Lang sat at the table, took the clean dishes and chopsticks handed to him by Xie Hanjing, and took another one and handed it to Yan Rong on the other side.
Yan Rong didn't want to eat at first, but when Hua Lang handed her the bowl, she finally reluctantly joined the crowd.
Today, the two of them completed the formation obediently without causing any trouble. Hua Lang estimated that at this rate, the formation would be perfected within five days.
After taking a few bites, I heard a voice from outside, "Are the immortals here?"
Wang Shuiyi sat close to the door. He pulled his head out of the bowl and called out, "Here, here, what's going on?"
A young man appeared with a pot of meat. He lowered his head and said, "The village chief asked me to bring you some food."
Why are you here again?
Wang Shuiyi was puzzled, but after glancing at Hua Lang's expression, he smiled and took the dish. "Okay, thank your village chief for me!"
The young man agreed, scratched his head, and was about to walk out. Wang Shuiyi suddenly said, "Wait!"
This sound frightened the young man.
Wang Shuiyi put the basin on the table, touched his chin, and looked at him, "Are you...Yu Hu?"
Yu Song turned around after hearing this, and with a simple smile, he said, "My name is Yu Song, and Yu Hu is my father. He passed away some time ago."
"Oh, that's really a pity. Not long ago, I went down the mountain and played fist-fighting and drank with him all night long... Hey, after a rough calculation, five years have passed. No wonder I mistook you for him." Wang Shuiyi sighed.
Looking at Yu Song's departing back, everyone sighed.
"Life is short. When I come down the mountain after a while, I'll see that the faces of the villagers have changed."
"I miss my mother a little bit. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to accept the mission to go down the mountain. When I rushed back, I almost mistook my younger brother for my father."
After a round of chatting, everyone became familiar with each other. The dishes in the porcelain bowl as big as a face were all eaten up, and although the meat sent by Yu Song was found to be non-toxic, everyone tacitly agreed not to eat it.
Afterwards, Hua Lang and Wang Shuiyi walked around the village again. Apart from the demonic breath that had been reported, they did not find any other traces of demonic breath.
This situation seemed like the devil had given up the idea of passing through here, but for safety reasons, everyone was still diligently setting up the formation.
The disciples worked together to build the formation, and Hua Lang then filled it with spiritual energy. Their efficiency was extremely high, and within the time Hua Lang estimated, the formation had been basically set up, and only the finalization was left.
But it seemed like bad luck. That day, after they had finished their meal, it started raining outside and did not stop until night.
The rain was getting heavier. Hua Lang lay on the bed, staring at the bumpy walls and the tangled spider webs above her head. She couldn't sleep at all.
Hua Lang simply got up and sat on the bed, lit the lamp and looked through the route map he had planned.
After setting up the final formation, Xie Hanjing and Yan Rong followed the main force directly to the Luoyin Secret Realm, while he went to Heshui.
Heshui is a long way away, and 001's previous worries were unfounded.
There are tens of thousands of books in the library, but none of them records the existence of spirit monsters. Currently, Heshui is the only place Hua Lang knows where spirits can appear.
…A large bulge suddenly appeared on the drawing spread on the bed.
Hua Lang reluctantly opened the paper, and Meiqiu stared at her innocently with her two round black eyes.
Before going down the mountain, she carefully trimmed the coal briquettes.
"Didn't I tell you to follow your master? Why are you always clinging to me?"
Hua Lang had a stern face and showed no mercy.
She imagined what would happen if Xie Hanjing was alone in Sand City and was about to use his pet to fight, only to find that Coal Ball was no longer with him...
Hua Lang couldn't help but shiver. Meiqiu thought she was cold, so she shamelessly stuck to Hua Lang's face.
"Go back quickly, go back quickly, and stop grabbing me."
When he was struggling with the coal briquettes——
“Bang—”
Amid the incessant sound of rain, a clear muffled sound interrupted Hua Lang's actions.
I guess someone knocked over the haystack outside.
Hua Lang regained his focus and continued to fight with Coal Ball.
There was another "squeak".
The door seemed to be pushed open a crack.
Just when Hua Lang was wondering if it was his illusion.
A bolt of thunder roared past!
The light came in through the gap of the door that she remembered clearly and was closed tightly.
The sound of rain suddenly became louder, masking other subtle noises. Hua Lang stared blankly towards the door.
Under the lightning, the open doorway was empty.
And on the dark ground, which Hua Lang had not noticed, a winding water mark quietly crawled across...
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