Chapter 833

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing summoned Xu Qiansui.

Two Spirit Plant Puppets stood together; at a glance, one could tell who was strong and who was weak.

One had eighteen Spirit Patterns, the other had twenty.

It looked like only two more, but it was far from ordinary.

Spirit Patterns cooperate with one another; missing one means a closed loop cannot form.

Therefore, whether Xu Zixiao or Xu Qiansui, their limit was Inferior Nascent Soul Early Stage, but Xu Jiuyou was different—at least he could reach Inferior Nascent Soul Perfection.

Fortunately, all Spirit Plant Puppets excelled at hiding and scouting.

Xu Zhangqing ordered: "Qiansui, go to Yaoguang Nine Domains via the Teleportation Array.

First, search for Eldest Senior Sister's whereabouts.

Second, investigate news of Wu Sheng Chong Mu."

Xu Qiansui nodded slightly: "As you command."

Xu Zhangqing then said to Xu Jiuyou: "Jiuyou, go to Luo River Bei Clan for me and see if Eldest Senior Sister has appeared."

Xu Jiuyou nodded: "As you command."

Soon, both Spirit Plant Puppets walked toward the Teleportation Array.

This way they need not leave Dongting Immortal Sect, preventing being seen.

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Xu Zhangqing guessed that Eldest Senior Sister had privately returned to Tianyuan Realm and must surely return to Luo River to look.

After all, it was where her clan was; even if the whole clan was exterminated, homesickness was hard to hide, and it was extremely likely she returned to search for something.

Xu Jiuyou avoided Xiuxian Zhe along the way and finally arrived at Luo River.

The scene before his eyes was no longer what it had been in its heyday.

The once-grand mansions now left only Can Yuan Duan Bi; weeds grew from cracks in the ground, only the Core Area had been renovated, with dozens of simple Wooden Houses built.

It was now Noon, and wherever the gaze reached, cooking smoke curled.

Xu Zhangqing saw through Shared Vision and was instantly Surprised: "There are actually people!"

Xu Jiuyou hid his form and looked around, discovering that those living here were actually a group of Ordinary People.

Though he did not know how they found this place, he could understand; after all, Luo River was originally a place rich in Spiritual Energy, so it naturally attracted others to settle.

Next, Xu Jiuyou scouted around a bit more and found Spiritual Power fluctuations inside a somewhat neat Wooden House, but they were not strong—only Foundation Establishment Stage.

Xu Zhangqing thoughtfully said: "Perhaps this person knows something."

Immediately, he gave Xu Jiuyou the order to make contact.

Inside the house, the Foundation Establishment Stage Xiuxian Zhe sat cross-legged meditating; at first he did not notice anyone sneaking in, until Xu Jiuyou made a noise, whereupon his whole body trembled and he abruptly opened his eyes: "Who?"

He saw a man standing before him whose depth was unfathomable, with no aura fluctuations around him.

Facing this situation, Zhang Xiang's Heart jumped violently, almost leaping out of his throat.

Xu Jiuyou said: "No need to panic; answer truthfully and I will not hurt you."

Zhang Xiang nodded like pounding garlic: "You... you want to know what?"

Xu Jiuyou asked: "What time did you move here?"

Zhang Xiang replied: "A month ago, I led the villagers fleeing disaster; when we were nearly at the end of our rope, we found this place rich in Spiritual Energy and abundant in Resources, so we chose to settle."

Xu Zhangqing heard this and raised an eyebrow: "Fleeing disaster?"

Xu Jiuyou repeated: "Fleeing disaster?"

Zhang Xiang shook his head with a bitter smile, his eyes full of numbness: "I don't know from when, disasters have continuously appeared in Dongyu.

Either Rainstorms or earthquakes, and even demons have invaded.

I originally thought the New Emperor's ascension would have a solution, but never expected this person to be debauched and lawless, not caring at all about the people's suffering, only seeking pleasure.

Now the people cannot make a living, heroes rise everywhere, and wars continue without cease.

I cannot protect all under Tian Xia; I can only bring the villagers fleeing disaster."

Xu Zhangqing shook his head after listening: "Truly troubled times."

Xu Jiuyou continued asking: "Have you recently seen a tall female cultivator?"

Zhang Xiang affirmed: "I have; she called herself the eldest daughter of the Bei Clan.

She came two hours ago, went deep into the ruins, and left after a short while."

Xu Jiuyou pressed: "What did she do inside?

How long did she stay?"

Zhang Xiang swallowed saliva: "I dare not approach; I don't know what she did."

Xu Jiuyou asked again: "Then where did she go?"

Zhang Xiang pointed toward the upstream of Luo River: "Go upstream!"

Xu Jiuyou's figure flashed, directly exiting the Wooden House, and he flew swiftly upstream along Luo River.

Zhang Xiang ran out of the Wooden House, watching the receding figure, and couldn't help but say: "Looks like this isn't a good place.

If all else fails, I'll still take the villagers and leave."

Regardless of the female cultivator ahead, or the male cultivator just now.

One look and you could tell their cultivation was profound, and their origins extraordinary.

He himself was only at Foundation Establishment, fundamentally lacking the strength to occupy Luo River.

On this side, Xu Jiuyou moved upstream while activating his Perception Pattern, striving to probe every place with abnormal Spiritual Power, not even letting off the undercurrents at the river bottom and the caves along the banks.

Only pity, he did not discover Bei Qingtang's tracks.

As he continuously went forward, he gradually left Bei Clan's Spiritual Range.

Luo River's upper reaches grew increasingly turbulent, the mountains on both banks steep and dangerous.

Traveling halfway, Xu Jiuyou perceived clamor coming from below, he looked down, only to see a large ship slowly advancing, carrying dozens of people, men, women, old and young all present.

Some drank wine and made merry, some leaned on the railing to admire the scenery.

Looking at it, it should be a wealthy family coming out to play.

Seeing this scene, Xu Changqing's heart was stirred: "Some covet pleasure, some flee everywhere as refugees, some wear brocade and eat jade.

Great Yue Dynasty... its Qi Luck is exhausted!"

Not a single dynasty, sect, or power endures forever.

Great Yue Dynasty has controlled Dongyu for over a thousand years until now, its time has also come.

Afterwards, Xu Changqing had Xu Jiuyou continue hurrying on the road.

Xu Jiuyou raised his figure, quickly hid into the cloud layers, avoiding the pleasure boat below while continuing to search along Luo River's upper reaches.

The further up, the scarcer the human habitation on both banks.

Towns, villages gradually disappeared, only leaving dense jungle and steep rock walls.

Along the way, Xu Jiuyou several times perceived cultivator auras, pity they were either Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators, some gathering herbs in the mountains, some fishing by the river.

These Loose Cultivators mostly live in seclusion from the world, therefore there was no necessity to disturb them.

Xu Jiuyou searched all the way, suddenly perceiving a thick bloody smell.

He slowed his speed, then looked down.

Only to see below, there were actually tens of thousands of people gathered.

One side was Great Yue Dynasty's Black Armor, one side was an unknown power's Gray Cloth Armor, currently struggling in the most primitive, most tragic way.

There were no cultivators' spell Hongmeng, only the "clang" of cold weapons colliding.

The ground was soaked with fresh blood, condensed into blackened hard lumps.

Broken Long Spears, Damaged Shields, rolled-blade Sabers and Swords scattered everywhere, some weapons still tightly embedded in soldiers' corpses.

Some were cut at the waist, intestines and abdomen exposed, breath faint.

Some were pierced through the throat by arrows, "he he" sounds coming from their mouths.

Even more had armor split open, skulls rolling on the ground, eyes retaining pre-death fear, the severed surfaces at their necks still gushing blood.

At this moment corpses piled like mountains, a portion falling into Luo River, wrapped by the turbulent current toward downstream drifting, dyeing red large stretches of river water.

Originally clear Luo River, now rippling dark red.

The struggle still continued, both sides had long since killed red-eyed, faces, armor all splattered with blood, unable to distinguish enemy's or own!