Chapter 330: Please navigate to the correct place name

【This damn liar is really annoying】

The clear and pleasant weather faded, the sun blazed hot.

Horse hooves galloped, back and forth for two straight months.

Until Xuan Feixing squatted on the desolate log in the wilderness where even birds wouldn't defecate, idly playing with that whip whose leather had long been worn bare, while staring with dead-fish eyes at Fu Cuzi, who kept walking around with a compass, trying to sense the direction......

What he still thought was——

This damn liar is really annoying.

Indeed, he shouldn't have agreed to this troublesome matter just because he admired the witch ancestor.

He previously thought he could finish the matter and return as soon as ten days or as short as a month......

As a result, after walking for two months, let alone catching sight of Profound Feather Mountain......

The two of them have even lost themselves now!

They've been trapped in this dense forest for a full three days, three days!

That damned compass still hasn't found a direction even now!

Trying to find that damned Profound Feather Mountain is pointless; we might as well split up!!!

Xuan Feixing, irritated, whipped a lash at the nearby rubble; the whip mark hit the ground, releasing a sharp explosive crack that made Fu Cuzi jump in place.

But upon seeing it was Xuan Feixing cracking the whip, Fu Cuzi immediately relaxed again, albeit with a hint of guilt, saying:

"Oh dear, don't be anxious—this time I've really found the direction!"

"Profound Feather Mountain is definitely nearby; it's just that this compass keeps leading me around in circles for some reason......"

Xuan Feixing had long passed the point of impatience; his whole body was now filled only with a murderous chill:

"You told me that three days ago. Not only three days ago, but nine days ago, when you had me take a side path, you said the same. Fifteen days ago, when you had me cross the river, you said the same."

"Even twenty‑eight days ago, when we chanced upon the Black Inn, you insisted on staying the night, then stumbled out in the middle of the night, losing the map, and you likewise slapped your chest and assured me you could definitely find our bearings with the compass......"

So what happened?

The result was——

The map was gone; while crossing the river, one of the two horses succumbed to the cold and died.

The remaining horse could still move, but after taking the side path nine days ago, it had been badly afflicted by the forest's miasma and thorns, its left foreleg swollen beyond use, its strength greatly diminished.

What's up?

Now he still believes it—does he look like an idiot to you?

Xuan Feixing stared at Fu Cuzi with dead‑fish eyes; though he said little, it seemed he'd said everything.

Fu Cuzi, knowing he was in the wrong, felt miserable, wanting to speak but stopping, stopping then wanting again; in the end he whispered a plea in a voice tinier than a mosquito's buzz:

"Well...... well, you shouldn't rush either—I really feel we're close by now......"

Fu Cuzi actually felt something was off the moment he spoke, only then realizing he'd likely said the same thing several days before.

Thus, the more he said it, the less conviction he had, and his voice grew softer and softer.

The mist in the dense forest grew ever thicker, the damp scent of vegetation mingling with the earthy odor, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

Xuan Feixing finally lost all patience, his eyes icy cold, he coldly glared at the listless little Daoist beside him; at the slightest disagreement he suddenly raised his hand, wrist power exploding, the long whip bound at his waist snapping free:

"Whoosh——"

Fu Cuzi's heart clenched suddenly, his whole body instantly tensing.

All he'd learned of Daoist qi was how to float about like an immortal; he had no notion of martial skill, let alone experience with such a sudden, fierce assault!

In that instant, his mind went blank, he had no time to react, and he instinctively lifted his hand to cover his face,

However, the anticipated burning pain never came.

The next instant, a shrill, piercing scream erupted from behind Fu Cuzi, shattering the forest's silence.

Fu Cuzi staggered, his tensed body slowly relaxing, he dazedly lowered the arm shielding his face, then quickly opened his eyes and turned his head to look back.

Amid the thick fog, he suddenly realized that deep in the formerly empty forest, a gaunt, shifty‑eyed man had silently appeared.

That man wore rough, torn cloth, his frame hunched; just moments ago he must have been using the trees for cover, holding his breath and creeping close, intending a sneak attack, his movements extremely concealed.

But now, that man had been struck hard by Xuan Feixing's whip, slammed to the ground, his back injured, he writhed in the muddy leaf pile.

With a clear clang, the iron fell; the man's gripped hatchet flew from his hand, rolling several feet away, its blade coated in rotting leaves and dirt, utterly harmless.

The man kept howling in agony, his voice hoarse and grating, the searing pain in his back making his whole body spasm, unable to rise.

Fu Cuzi stared blankly at the scene before him, only after a long while did he finally comprehend what had happened.

As it turned out, Xuan Feixing's whip wasn't aimed at him at all—he had sensed the hidden killing intent behind him!

Good brother!

Indeed, still a good brother!

How could one be so 'reliable'!

With that thought, the heart that had been lodged in his throat dropped suddenly, and Fu Cuzi secretly let out a breath of relief.

However, this relief hadn't lasted even a few breaths when the forest's atmosphere suddenly shifted again.

Amid the howls, a sudden rustle of chaotic branches and leaves sounded in the surrounding quiet woods.

Amid the rising and falling footsteps, dozens of shadowy figures kept emerging from the gaps in the surrounding trees.

These people were all dressed in rags, their cloth robes torn to shreds, their faces covered in assorted scraps of cloth pulled from who knows where, only revealing pairs of greedy, ruthless eyes fixed on the wagon parked nearby.

The wagon and horses were their reliance for this journey, carrying a large amount of supplies inconvenient to discard; without this wagon, the two would not have endured such hardship along the way.

However, judging by the present situation......

It is obvious that this wagon has become so much meat in the eyes of others.

A dozen or so masked braves closed in from all sides, their aura ferocious, their momentum overwhelming, instantly cutting off the two's retreat.

The fleeting joy of their recent escape was instantly scattered by a bone‑chilling cold.

The smile on Fuzhouzi's face suddenly froze, the color draining from that delicate doll-like face, and he instinctively took a few steps back, his face grim as he begged for mercy:

"Gentlemen, you may take everything on the cart."

"I only ask that you show mercy and let the two of us leave......"

Among the dozen or so masked men, a bold one stepped forward and shouted:

"You beat our brothers up like this, and you still want to leave?!"

"I tell you, this Feather Mountain is our brothers' territory; even immortals coming here have to leave a layer of skin!"

Fuzhouzi had been bitterly complaining in his heart, but upon hearing the last sentence, he couldn't help but widen his eyes—

He just... did he just hear 【Feather Mountain】?

Is this, the Feather Mountain he's been looking for?

But that mountain's name shouldn't be Profound Feather Mountain?

How did the 'Profound' disappear, leaving only the two characters 'Feather Mountain'?

?? Anyone guessed it? hahaha