Chapter 410: Encountering Feilian After Parting at the Ferry

"Senior Baigao."

Wumin Jun bowed solemnly, but the old man merely smiled and waved his hand.

"How is it? Is the boat's sailcloth still easy to use?"

Hearing this, Long Qi looked at the tattered, shabby sailcloth on the boat and curled his lip—just this pitch-black, ragged piece of cloth? What could it possibly be good for?

But Long Qi had no way of knowing that this very piece of tattered, ragged cloth was enough to walk as if on flat ground upon the Ruoshui Source, and the robe on Wumin Jun's body was merely a strip torn from this piece of cloth.

"Senior, your great kindness is unforgettable. If there is anything you need in the future, I will certainly do my utmost and never refuse." Wumin Jun bowed again.

"Hey~ at my age, what more could I ask for?" The old man said, taking a sip of wine. "I was on good terms with your father; lending a helping hand is only right. But what about you? Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes," Wumin Jun said faintly.

"Just these few people?"

"It is already enough." Wumin Jun turned his head to look at the Demon Race behind him and revealed a smile; if not for the shocking scar, it could truly be called bright and radiant.

The old man sighed: "Very well, very well. Since you have already made up your mind, I will say no more." He pointed toward the lower reaches of the river: "Follow the current downstream, and you will reach the Xuwu Land. This long journey, I fear, will not be so easy."

"As long as I can escape control, even a thousand hardships and ten thousand dangers are worth it." Wumin Jun's eyes were firm.

"The Xuwu Land is a place where heaven does not care and earth does not ask; it can indeed form a realm of its own. I hope you take care of yourself." The old man sighed: "Go, go!" The old man urged, turning his head away.

The conversation between the two seemed to end here. Wumin Jun bowed one last time; this bow was actually a farewell.

Wumin Jun then turned and walked toward Sangmu, but this time he stopped in front of Chiyanzi, though he did not turn around.

"The Demon Lord has already detected your whereabouts. The road ahead will certainly not be smooth; you must be extra careful in all things."

After Wumin Jun finished speaking, he left directly, leaving everyone looking blank: What did this person mean? Was he an enemy or a friend?

Walking up to Sangmu, Wumin Jun took a medicine bottle from his bosom and handed it over; it was the medicine Lingxiang had refined for him to treat the wound on his face.

"Wumin Jun, this is?" Sangmu did not understand.

"The little girl's medicine is quite effective; I no longer need it," Wumin Jun said, stuffing it into Sangmu's hand. "From now on, you are free." After finishing, he turned and left, leading the group of Demon Race along the riverbank without looking back.

Everyone was still puzzled when, at this moment, Zhao Wuyang suddenly exclaimed.

"Baigao! I know! I know!"

This shout gave everyone quite a fright. They hurriedly asked what was wrong, only to hear Zhao Wuyang reciting text:

"East of Huashan and Qingshui, there is a mountain named 'Zhaoshan'. There is a person named Baigao. Baigao ascends and descends here, reaching up to heaven."

This was recorded in the "Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas". Because there were only a few sparse words, Zhao Wuyang hadn't taken it to heart at the time and had just glanced over it. He never expected to encounter him here.

Hearing this, Chiyanzi also remembered. Tumi Xianzi had once told him about this person...

"Baigao? Is this person very powerful?" Xiao Chiyanzi looked ignorant.

"Naturally, he is powerful." Tumi Xianzi looked full of admiration. "Master Baigao is an immortal! In all the four seas and eight wildernesses, there is no place he has not been. Even the legendary Sida Xianshan were places he visited in his early years. And it is said that the famous 'Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas' was written by this person."

It was him!

Chiyanzi turned his head back, wanting to take a closer look at the person his master admired, but he discovered the old man had already poled his boat away, leaving behind only a laugh.

"There are still people on that bank waiting to cross the river; this old man is off..."

To think he could meet such a legendary person in the Underworld; it was truly unexpected!

Chiyanzi was still lost in memory, but Long Qi seemed to still not understand the situation and asked cluelessly: "What? Who? Is he very powerful?"

Liu Xia secretly rejoiced that Lianqiao was not here, otherwise he would have to listen to her sarcastic remarks again; after all, in the three years they had traveled together, he had seen plenty of her sharp-tongued skills.

Sangmu knew that the medicine Lingxiang gave Wumin Jun was refined from phoenix ash. Not only was its efficacy excellent, but its rarity alone was something ordinary items could not rival. He just didn't know why Wumin Jun had left this medicine for him.

But now was not the time to dwell on this.

Within the Demon Realm, crises were everywhere, and the Demon Race were each brave and skilled in battle. If they were to rashly force their way in, it would be nothing more than throwing an egg against a rock.

He had originally thought about breaking into small groups and scattering to sneak in, but Wumin Jun said the Demon Lord already knew their whereabouts, so this plan clearly wouldn't work.

But they couldn't just charge in blindly, could they? If they encountered some small fry, they might still have a way to deal with them, but if those Demon Generals were to take action, the few of them would likely not be enough to even look at.

Sangmu looked worried, but Xin Yi patted him on the shoulder.

"There is nothing to worry about. Our trip has no plan to speak of," Xin Yi said, lifting his chin to signal Sangmu to look behind.

Behind them, Long Qi was embarrassed by the teasing of Zhao Wuyang and Chengkai, scratching his head in distress. Chiyanzi had a kind expression, Adao looked clueless and looked at the joking group with disdain, while Zhanli wore a bitter and deep-seated look, scrutinizing Long Qi with suspicious eyes.

"Lingxiang often says, 'The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge.' For many things, once human effort is exhausted, the rest is up to fate."

Over these three years, Sangmu naturally knew what kind of person Lingxiang was, and such words did indeed sound like they came from her. But Wumin Jun often said not to underestimate that little girl; she was not as simple as she appeared on the surface.

Indeed, daring to enter the Demon Realm alone, being able to contend with the Demon Lord for so long, and even being able to play a game of wits with Wumin Jun—how could she be simple?

Looking at the group who felt no sense of urgency, and then thinking of Lingxiang's style of doing things, Sangmu sighed helplessly—

Truly, birds of a feather flock together...

Very well, very well. Just as Xin Yi said, let nature take its course.

Sangmu shook his head in secret sorrow, and after the group finished joking, he led them toward the direction of the Demon Realm.

Fortunately, having often handled affairs for Wumin Jun before, Sangmu knew the Demon Realm like the back of his hand. Along the way, he avoided the various checkpoints set up by the Ghost Market, so the journey was considered smooth.

But how could everything go as one wished?

Just as Sangmu breathed a sigh of relief for having crossed the territory of the Ghost Market, he met an unexpected person head-on.

"Good, very good. Wumin Jun escaped, and I actually ran into you bunch of little bugs. Taking you down will be enough to report back to the Venerable One."

The person who arrived was none other than Feilian, that short fellow carrying a large scythe, one of the four Demon Generals of the Demon Realm!

And behind Feilian followed two squads of Demon Soldiers, each clad in sturdy armor and holding sharp weapons, looking murderous.

Sure enough! What one fears is what comes!

Glancing at Long Qi and the others who were standing ready for battle, Sangmu felt a sudden sense of exhaustion—

With so many people, could the few of them handle it? Not to mention there was still a Demon General!