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"Master, Master!" the Child shouted, and an old man responded, coming to see what the Child was guarding at the Qiyun Altar.
The Moon River Sect had established each of its altars outside the borders of its controlled secular nations. Currently, there were seven altars under Ye Yi's command, covering an area twice the size of the Feiyuxuzong in Great Jin. The names of those secular nations were reflected in the names of their respective altars, indicating that they were not part of the Qiyun Kingdom.
The Child was indeed frightened by the bizarre scene before him. A Peach Wood Figurine on the altar suddenly ignited, bleeding profusely. The blood did not seep into the concrete surface of the altar nor evaporate in the blazing sunlight; instead, it began to swirl and gather.
As time passed, it gradually coalesced into a human shape. Suddenly, skin began to grow on the left leg of the Blood Man, transforming it into a real human leg, followed by his left foot and then his left thigh.
The old man sighed and said, "Well, since I’ve seen this, I cannot turn a blind eye. Mingyue, lend me a hand and be cautious."
Saying this, he took out a talisman inscribed with unknown symbols from his sleeve and threw it at the Blood Man. The leg moved swiftly, tracing a pale yellow symbol in the air.
As soon as the symbol touched the Blood Man, it erupted in a dazzling ochre light and then ignited like a wooden figure, turning to ash that scattered in the wind.
At that moment when the symbol vanished, the Blood Man finally revealed his entire form. He knelt on one knee and performed a deep bow, clasping his fists together as he said, "Cloud Altar, sixteenth generation disciple Leng Gucun thanks Shishu for your timely rescue."
Indeed, the Blood Man had transformed into Leng Gucun. If he hadn't had the life-saving Peach Wood Figurine within him, he would never have dared to challenge Liu Dong or Chongming Guang; that would have been akin to seeking death.
Now that he relied on the Peach Wood Figurine to escape from Moon River Sect, he could report back to the Elders about Yan Dong's situation and request reinforcements or even personally take action to eliminate Chongming Guang at any cost.
Not wanting to delay further, he wondered who could have forced Shizhi into such a predicament. The old man looked at the Child and said irritably, "Go fetch my brother's robe."
"Yes, yes!" The Child hurriedly ran off to the warehouse to retrieve the robe.
"No, Lightbringer," he said, "I am Chongming Guang." As he spoke, there was an endless battle and fury in Leng Gucun's eyes. He knew that now he had made a mistake, but the path of cultivation was long, and who could say what the future held?
Chongming Guang. The old man did not remember that there was such a ruthless person in the World of Mortals, someone who could bring down the pride of the Moon River Sect.
Chongming Guang repeated that name again, standing on the altar and gazing into the distance, towards Liu Xia's direction.
Ancient Words knocked on the carriage door. "Gu Ping, let's stop and take a break, Yi Dong is getting restless," she said. "Chu Liange can't take it anymore."
"Alright."
Gu Ping agreed without a second thought, even though his whereabouts had already been exposed. Was Cigarette Paper really not in a hurry?
Now he wanted to see what choices those cultivators would make; he needed to find a way to locate them.
Gu Ping skillfully placed a small stool at the carriage door for the two of them to sit on. Then he set up a folding chair beside a tree for Chu Liange. Every time they took a break, she would pull out her needlework, giving off an air of elegance.
"Where's Jie Donglai?" Ancient Words asked as she looked at the scenery by the roadside.
"Meixian," Gu Ping replied, picking up a short sword he had bought from a blacksmith shop earlier and swinging it around. However, it was just an ordinary weapon; it couldn't compare to Liu Lao Jiu's low-grade spirit blade. Gu Ping found that he couldn't even chop down a small tree by the roadside with it.
"Meixian," Ancient Words sighed. It had been twenty years since he met Chu Liange there when she was just sixteen. "Ru Ming, it's been twenty years; even the children are sixteen now."
His uncle was reminiscing about the past as Gu Ping swung his sword while chatting with Ancient Words. "Back then, I talked most about Ancient Language and then about Aunt Lian."
Could he be proud of his life? I, on the other hand, was quite unwilling to listen to him boast. Yi Dong chuckled a couple of times, watching Gu Ping focus intently on practicing some basic moves.
Of course, I was willing! How could I not want to hear about my fascinating customs and traditions? It was incredibly interesting, and just listening to him made me yearn for more.
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