Chapter 86: Master Lin Ping... is he really dead? (Please subscribe!!)

"The Fenglan Temple Fair is a peculiar phenomenon; like the Lilan Sea Triangle, it belongs to the world's ten great unsolved mysteries.

Due to special reasons, in the Tianhuang Desert, one can sometimes see scenes resembling a mirage.

What the mirage displays is the grand occasion of the Fenglan Temple Fair from the lost ancient kingdom a thousand years ago."

"So that's how it is." Liu Yao understood.

He did not know about the Fenglan Temple Fair, but he knew of the Lilan Sea Triangle, and he also understood what the situation before him likely was.

"The Fenglan Temple Fair is the Valentine's Day of the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom.

On this day, the unmarried young men and women of the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom would dress up meticulously, stroll through the temple fair, and search for their destined partners.

The reason I know about the Fenglan Temple Fair is because I greatly admire their way of courtship.

On that day, the young men and women of the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom would each carry a wooden stick in their hands.

If you took a fancy to someone, you could just hit them on the head with the stick and take them home," Xiaorou said, full of anticipation.

Beside her, Liu Yao's expression changed again and again.

Xiaorou's previous words were still normal and quite aesthetic, but the style changed afterward, turning into that of a barbarian.

"Take a picture, record it." Xiaorou recorded the scene of the Fenglan Temple Fair.

She said while recording.

"It's a pity that the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom disappeared a thousand years ago. There are rumors that the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom encountered a massive sandstorm, and the entire country was buried in the desert.

If anyone could find the ruins of the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom, they might find countless gold and silver treasures."

Zhang Shaoqin had been watching the Fenglan Temple Fair, revealing an interested look, along with a trace of regret.

He knew of the country of Fenglan; once, he had even gone to Fenglan with the master and experienced the Fenglan Temple Fair.

That day, the master's back of the head was struck by over a hundred sticks, yet he stood firm and unmoving.

He did not expect that this Fenglan Ancient Kingdom would later be extinguished in the smoke and clouds of history.

Just then, in the next second, his pupils constricted slightly.

"What is going on?"

Beside him, Xiaorou was also extremely shocked.

"Isn't the Fenglan Temple Fair supposed to be incredibly aesthetic? Why have other scenes suddenly appeared?"

In front of them, within the Fenglan Temple Fair.

Suddenly, the cries of countless people came, and in the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom, young men and women were running around in chaos.

Just then, above the horizon, a streak of extremely bright white light appeared.

The white light was exceptionally blinding.

Zhang Shaoqin's eyes were stung to the point of shedding tears, yet he continued to watch.

For some reason, seeing that white light, he had a vague, ominous premonition in his heart.

"The sky has cracked?"

"What is going on? Why is the Fenglan Temple Fair we are seeing different from the one on the internet?"

"Could it be that this scene is the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom, the final scene of its destruction?"

Within the crack in the sky, a tiny figure suddenly appeared.

The figure was falling downward.

The figure also looked larger and larger.

Vaguely, one could see that it was a man wearing white robes—no, to be more precise, it was a corpse!

That man's body was already torn to pieces, scattered across the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom, pointing in all directions.

Tears continued to stream from Zhang Shaoqin's eyes.

"It's not real!"

"It's not real!"

He saw the face of that mutilated white-robed corpse clearly.

"What's wrong, Shaoqin?" Liu Yao asked from the side.

Zhang Shaoqin's state at this moment was not quite right.

"That is the master, it is the master!"

"The master won't die, he won't die!"

The corpse falling from the sky was, shockingly, the body of Lin Ping.

"What, that is your master?" Liu Yao was shocked to his core.

In the scene, as that corpse fell, the entire Fenglan Ancient Kingdom descended into chaos.

The crack in the sky also grew larger and larger.

Finally, it swallowed the Fenglan Ancient Kingdom.

The scene came to an abrupt end.

In the Great Yan Dynasty, the Ping'an Escort Agency had been traveling on and off for more than ten days.

Suddenly, one day, Lin Chao spoke: "Stop for a moment."

"Very well, young master." Wei Fangsong ordered the caravan to stop.

"I have an old friend here whom I wish to visit.

You all rest here and wait for me; I will be back shortly."

"Young master, should I bring some escort guards to accompany you?" Wei Fangsong suggested.

He was puzzled in his heart: in this wilderness, how could there be a household, and how could there be someone the young master knew?

"No need." Lin Chao smiled, he carried three jars of yellow wine, turned, and left.

A quarter of an hour later.

Lin Chao appeared before a grave mound.

This grave was one he had dug himself, and buried himself.

Lin Chao looked at the lonely grave.

"Hm? Someone has paid their respects?"

In front of the grave mound, there was a pile of paper ash, and some offerings.

Looking at the state of these offerings, they should have been placed not long ago, within about three to five days.

Lin Chao frowned slightly, pondering for a moment.

Perhaps, it was an old acquaintance of Old Blind Man.

Finally, he picked up the yellow wine and poured one jar over the grave mound.

"Old Blind Man, this is the yellow wine you loved most; I brought it for you today. It's been some years since you last drank it, hasn't it?"

Having come to this world for so many years, it was Old Blind Man who had accompanied Lin Chao the longest.

Later, although Lin Chao had formed a family, he always felt it lacked the feeling of a home.

The time spent with Old Blind Man was the most worth remembering.

"Old Blind Man, I never knew your name, I even thought it was something like Old Huang, or Fugui.

I never expected you to have such a flashy name as Jinyu Langjun."

"Old Blind Man, tell me, what exactly is a home?"

Lin Chao placed the remaining jar of wine in front of the grave mound, stood for a long time, finally let out a sigh, and turned to leave.

Half an hour later, a graceful figure appeared before the grave.

The woman wore a cloak, and her face could not be seen clearly.

She looked at the yellow wine on the ground, and her expression changed slightly.

"An acquaintance from Wuan Prefecture?"

Immediately, she composed her expression.

She looked at the lonely grave in front: "Jinyu Langjun, I have already performed the three-seven apprenticeship rites for you.

From now on, you are my master."

Following the woman's voice, the ground within the grave mound began to tremble.

Suddenly, a sound of sword ringing came, and a sword flew out from the grave mound, landing in the woman's hand.

"From now on, there will be no more Mu Yu Sword in the world."

The woman kowtowed several times to the grave, her gaze turned toward the place where Lin Chao had come from earlier, and a look of doubt appeared on her face: "Who exactly was it? Or could it be... Qi Lin?"

The woman's expression was cold, as if she did not know how to smile.

"This younger brother, it might be worth meeting him."

The Ping'an Escort Agency continued on its journey.

One mile behind, in a simple tea shed, four men were holding sharp swords.

"Have you verified it?"

"Verified, the daughter of the Fenglangguo Chancellor is among them."

"I heard that the old fellow knows the whereabouts of the Immortal Corpse; if we capture his daughter, he will surely give us the information our Wind and Rain Tower wants."

"How is the strength of that escort agency?"

"Not strong, one could even say weak."

"No, you missed one person; there is an expert among those people, likely the Blood-Hand Butcher."

"He is actually hiding his identity in this small escort agency."

"A Second Grade martial artist? We have four Thunder-Level Assassins, what does a Second Grade martial artist count for?"

The four assassins finished analyzing the intelligence and were about to leave to take action.

Suddenly, a horse's neigh was heard, and a person in a black cloak appeared.

She held a Gold Cloud Sword in her hand, her expression still cold.

She glanced at these four people, and a trace of killing intent arose in her eyes.

"Little brother, you owe me a favor."

After speaking, the woman's Gold Cloud Sword immediately left its sheath, and only a flash of blade light was seen.

A hundred breaths later, the woman sheathed her sword, and only four corpses lay on the ground.

The woman looked into the distance for a moment, then finally rode away and disappeared.

Within the escort agency's group, Lin Chao suddenly opened his eyes, lost in thought.

PS: Five thousand words.

I finished writing this before the climax goes live; this script is currently being told slowly, writing bit by bit, so the recent plot might seem slightly plain, I am extremely sorry, please forgive me!

In the future, the chapters with added content will be combined with the previous chapter, making them 4,000 words, so that the author's average subscription data will look better, haha.

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