Chapter 609: Red Horse, Silver Clothes

The glimmer of hope that had risen in Lu Ran's heart was shattered once again.

Thousand Flower Ridge, devoid of human traces.

The dilapidated wooden house complex and the dark cave tunnels formed a ruin, indicating that humans had once gathered here.

Now, things had changed, and only little ghosts remained entrenched.

There wasn't even anyone to report the news; where could he find the traces of the Dust Shadow disciple, Qin Yanzhi?

After a thorough search, Lu Ran's mood gradually sank; although he had harvested a large number of Ghost Talisman Doll souls, the hope in his heart had fallen through again, and the lead was broken...

Holy Lingshan, vast and boundless.

Trying to find a person was as difficult as ascending to the heavens!

Thinking of this, Lu Ran stood on his horse high in the air, unable to help but lower his head, searching for that immortal shadow.

Under the gentle drizzle, Thousand Flower Ridge was colorful and gorgeous, like a dream.

A woman in a white dress stood among the flowers; petals danced with the wind, and the sea of flowers rose and fell, occasionally submerging her waist, occasionally brushing past her calves.

She reached out a slender, jade-like hand, her fingers lightly twisting a small, pale yellow flower.

Graceful, tranquil.

Even the black divine horse following behind her seemed infected by this atmosphere, extinguishing the flames on its body, fearing it would burn the flowers and ruin the scenery.

"Being able to meet her at Ten Thousand Swords Mountain can be considered the heavens opening their eyes..."

Lu Ran watched the immortal shadow silently, feeling fortunate again and again.

He had been in the mountains for a year, traveling north and south, inquiring everywhere for news of Cheng Xin and Qin Yanzhi, only to be met with disappointment time and again.

And he hadn't known of Jiang Ruyi's existence, hadn't actively sought her, yet she had truly appeared before him.

【What's wrong?】 A cold voice imprinted in his mind.

Perhaps Lu Ran's gaze was too focused, making Jiang Xianzi aware.

She turned and lifted her head, looking at the imperial-robed young man high above.

【Nothing.】 Lu Ran smiled, 【Just feeling fortunate.】

As intelligent as she was, after a little thought, she roughly understood Lu Ran's mood.

After all, Lu Ran had come for the young man named "Qin Yanzhi."

Jiang Ruyi watched him from afar: 【Even if you didn't go to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, I would have found you.】

【Oh?】 Lu Ran raised his eyebrows slightly.

The cold fairy among the flowers had a rare, charming smile on her face.

She tilted her head slightly: 【I would have followed the guidance of the Xiang Xiang Xianyang to go where there is sea, to the Cloud Sea Cliff where you are.】

Only after truly understanding Holy Lingshan did Jiang Ruyi realize how precise the information given by the Xiang Xiang Xianyang was!

Within Holy Lingshan, no one dared to build a base by the sea.

No one!

She would lead people out of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and find that sea.

The journey across the continent would surely be fraught with danger; her Fallen Immortal Pavilion would recruit many people, sacrifice many people, and perhaps in the end, she might be left all alone.

Jiang Ruyi always firmly believed that she would definitely see that sea and find the only existing Cloud Sea Cliff along the long coastline.

【Mm.】 Lu Ran smiled and nodded lightly.

Jiang Ruyi lowered her head, playing with the flower by her hand: 【So you don't need to worry.】

So, the one who should truly feel fortunate is me.

Once again, Jiang Ruyi remembered the scene of their reunion.

She remembered that back in the desert rain, that figure that had abruptly appeared before her eyes.

She hadn't walked out of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain yet.

She had only taken one or two steps on the dangerous road.

That sea,

had already surged toward her.

It had come before her.

While pondering, Jiang Ruyi's gaze softened: 【Don't be disappointed; if you can't find him, then wait for him to come.】

【Wait for him to come?】

Jiang Ruyi lightly plucked a small yellow flower and held it to her nose, sniffing lightly: 【Perhaps he will come to find you.】

What kind of people were the Dust Shadow faction?

Bystanders who stood outside the red dust.

Chroniclers who watched the rise and fall of dynasties and recorded the events of the world.

"Hum~" The Eight Desolations Blade at his waist vibrated lightly.

Lu Ran reached into his robe and gripped the hilt.

Eight Desolations Blade Spirit: 【Master, the target has moved again; they are coming in our direction.】

"Mm." Lu Ran looked into the distance, through the layers of rain, gazing at the hazy southern sky.

Three days later.

In the forest south of Thousand Flower Ridge, a steed was walking slowly.

The horse was blood-red all over, wore a golden headpiece on its head, and was draped in a red-and-white half-wrapped saddle, inlaid with cloud-shaped copper pieces, exquisite and gorgeous.

Such attire made the already tall and sturdy horse look exceptionally spirited!

On the horse's back lay a young man in tight-fitting clothes.

The silver-white clothing was crisp and neat, a cold-glinting sword hung at the waist, and a heavy black iron spear lay across the horse's back.

Such a dashing and heroic outfit, yet it was paired with a lazy owner.

At this moment, the young man's limbs were dangling on both sides of the horse's belly, his side face resting on the horse's back, and the wind occasionally blew up his messy long hair, revealing a face in deep, sound sleep.

Sound sleep?

Yes, he was sleeping very soundly, letting the horse wander at will.

"Brother Xiao." The blood-red divine steed suddenly spoke in human language.

Even though it was a majestic warhorse, its tone was very delicate.

After getting no response from the young man for a long time, the blood-red horse called out again, "Brother Xiao?"

"Hmm." The silver-clad young man finally opened his eyes, half-open and half-closed, his gaze unfocused.

"We... we have arrived." The blood-red horse's tone was full of worry, "I see that person."

"Oh." The silver-clad young man responded faintly, one hand propping himself up on the horse's back, slowly lifting his upper body.

That unfocused gaze finally gained some spirit.

Looking into the distance, there were rolling mountain ridges and an endless sea of flowers.

The silver-clad young man's gaze became increasingly obsessed, gradually becoming mesmerized.

"Brother Xiao, that person looks very powerful, and the other party has so many people..." The blood-red horse spoke again, and it wasn't hard to hear the worry filling its heart.

The silver-clad young man came back to his senses, looking far away at the young man in imperial robes amidst the gorgeous flowers on the high mountain.

The other party was lowering his head, holding a Heavenly Star Blade in his hand, his fingers constantly stroking the slender blade body.

At this moment, in the silver-clad young man's eyes, there was no one else.

Even though the generals of the Ran Sect were all outstanding in style, in front of the young man in imperial robes, they all seemed to lose their color.

The silver-clad young man had once obsessively admired the beautiful scenery.

He felt that this was a good place for eternal sleep.

At this moment, he was again obsessively looking at the young man in imperial robes, carefully observing and appreciating him.

The fantasies that had risen in his heart time and time again, were they finally about to come true?

"Heh." The silver-clad young man revealed a satisfied smile.

Perhaps it really could.

Someone who could cultivate such a powerful divine weapon and compete for the "Annihilation Domain," how could they be an ordinary person?

"Brother Xiao, why don't we just leave?"

The blood-red horse stopped its steps, looking far away at the figure on the high mountain, its eyes full of sorrow.

The silver-clad young man didn't speak, just gently patted the horse's back.

The blood-red horse, however, lowered its head, struggling in its heart, unwilling to take another step forward.

"Fire, be obedient." The silver-clad young man said faintly.

The blood-red horse beneath him stepped uneasily, and a few seconds later, it had no choice but to move forward.

At the same time, on the high mountain.

Lu Ran's movements stopped, and there was a trace of astonishment in his heart: "One person?"

To be precise, it was two people.

Because the mount beneath the other party was not a horse, but a living person.

In the mountain forest behind, the Shadow Guard team guarding in secret couldn't help but have grim expressions.

The Zhong sisters had both been Eighth-Grade God, Fierce Blood believers; in the Holy Lingshan, they had also been ridden on their heads by others to act as tyrants and suffered endless humiliation.

And precisely because Fierce Blood disciples are relatively weak, to Lu Ran

the other party was coming alone!

Enslaving fellow human compatriots is one thing.

This kind of courage and boldness is another thing.

"He really is confident." Lu Ran murmured, "He might be a Spear Decay disciple."

The black long spear lying horizontally on the horse's back was very eye-catching.

The sword hanging at the other party's waist was also very attractive, but the Eight Desolations Blade clearly indicated that the real opponent was that iron spear!

In the world of gods and demons, when divine weapons compete for domains, they are mostly of the same type of blade.

Lu Ran naturally assumed that the other party's divine weapon would also be a blade.

He didn't expect that

the real opponent would actually be a long spear that looked incomparably heavy?

"It's possible." Yu Seeing Yu Changsheng gently shook his paper fan, "Because he has the teleportation technique, that's why he's so fearless."

Lu Ran watched the horse step by step ascend the hillside and instructed those around him: "You all step back."

Everyone dared not disobey and retreated one after another.

Only Jiang Xianzi stepped forward, coming to Lu Ran's side.

She had always disliked expressing intimacy in front of outsiders; at this moment, however, she leaned forward, and her soft lips gently imprinted on Lu Ran's side face.

Lu Ran turned his head to look.

He saw Jiang Ruyi with a faint smile, slowly retreating: "Be careful."

"Hmm." Lu Ran nodded with a smile.

Until the other party ascended the hillside and stood still in the flowers dozens of meters away, the world fell into silence.

Both sides sized each other up, but Lu Ran frowned.

The other party looked to be twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, in a crisp and dashing silver-white outfit that couldn't hide a sense of decadence.

Even though he was born quite handsome and was at the prime of his youth.

The feeling he gave off was one of gray tones.

Especially that pair of eyes; if they could have more spirit, his entire temperament and prestige would definitely be raised by a great step.

But now...

Lu Ran suddenly had a familiar feeling.

That was a long time ago, by the side of the high mountain cold water lake, when Lu Ran first met Yu Seeing Yu Changsheng.

On Yu Seeing Yu Changsheng, Lu Ran had also once seen such eyes.

Dim, numb eyes.

A handsome skin wrapped around a walking corpse, unable to hide Yu Seeing Yu Changsheng's rotten heart.

"Friend, where are you from?" From afar, the other party asked.

Lu Ran's expression froze.

Having been in the mountains for so long, no one had ever asked such a question.

Lu Ran was silent for a moment and said, "Wu Lie River."

"Good." The silver-clad young man picked up a silver hairband, gathering his messy long hair with both hands, murmuring to himself, "Since ancient times, Yan and Zhao have produced many heroes."

This time,

maybe it really will work.

"What about you? What is your name?" Lu Ran asked.

"Guangyue." The silver-clad young man tied up a high ponytail and announced his name, "Wu Xiao."

Guangyue Province, the sphere of influence of the God, Martial Student.

Lu Ran sized up the other party and suddenly said, "You are not a Spear Decay disciple."

Wu Xiao smiled freely and didn't hide it: "Martial Student believer."

Lu Ran nodded silently.

No teleportation technique.

Therefore, this time coming alone was not out of fearlessness.

Lu Ran looked into the other party's eyes and said slowly, "You came here seeking death."

Wu Xiao's hands, which were tying his ponytail, paused slightly.

Beginning of the month, asking for some monthly tickets.

(End of chapter)