Chapter 315: The Other Shore

Southeast of Bowang City.

The night was deep and silent as an abyss.

Li Weiru was still leaning in that lush, old tree.

There were actually very few things in Bowang City now that looked the way they did when he galloped in his youth. This tree should count as one.

The old man held his sword in his arms, lightly flipping through an old booklet in his hand, his face shaded under the branches.

The four characters on the cover of the booklet were "Jade Jade Essence Explanation." The old man actually hadn't looked at these things for a long time, and his sword no longer needed the words in the book to restrain it. But a few days ago, that youth handed over a book of Jade-Vein Sword, and the sword path of the entire sect was suddenly stretched forward by a long distance.

This path had not existed, but those who had walked it had long since become ancient names in the library. Now, as the person with the highest sword attainment in the entire sect, the responsibility of pioneering forward fell on him. He should try his best to move forward and tread out the paths that should be trodden.

The most important step was right here—how to connect Yellow Jade Jade with Jade-Vein Fengyao. The old man had to figure it out himself first, then put it into paper and ink to leave for the younger generation, becoming the first step for Cuiyu to climb toward *Flying Feather Immortal*.

In the past two days, he had re-read several important classics of *Yellow Jade Jade*. Now, this *Jade Jade Essence Explanation* was a relatively remote volume. The old man actually understood what was written in the book at a glance, but after flipping through a page, he would stop for a moment from time to time.

After a long while, he lightly closed the booklet. The chin under the leaf shadow turned slightly; its owner seemed to be looking up at the sky.

Or perhaps only in such a lonely situation would the old man truly reveal some emotions from the bottom of his heart. The scabbard in his arms separated silently, and his withered fingers lightly stroked the exposed cold blade. The force of the press made the nail beds somewhat white.

After a long time, he slowly pushed the blade back into the scabbard, straightened his chin, and re-opened the book he was holding.

Yesterday he did not change his position again, because Wudong had handed over a short note: "Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming has left the city for two days. If the enemy's shadow has still not been seen, then they must not be coming again."

But Li Weiru was still waiting here.

Two days ago, he told the girl that this was a job that required too much manpower and could only fall on him, but in fact, Wudong hadn't mentioned it; this was a task he had asked for himself.

Li Weiru could tell that this Crane Inspector always held a pair of vigilant eyes toward everyone.

But Li Weiru did not dwell on such things. For several days, he had devoted all his attention to this manor, but until now, except for some clues, he had truly not noticed anyone entering here.

He felt a sincere sense of relief, but another emotion made him look at the sky in a daze again.

It was also at this time that his fingers stopped, and he suddenly felt that the autumn night rain around him was even more desolate.

He suddenly pressed his sword and looked toward the depths of the manor.

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In the Candle-less Small Courtyard.

Qijiao Shang Huaitong had truly become a piece of withered wood.

He poured all the strength he had regained into his sword art, and then poured it all into this small pearl.

The ring carved on the iron-cast half-face had long been filled with faint fluorescence, and the dot in the center of the ring also slowly lit up at this time, clear and transparent, like a small star.

The last "Flow" was also obtained.

The man in the wheelchair no longer had any sound.

The black-robed man withdrew his hand, stared at the pearl for a while, and lightly flipped his wrist to put it away.

At a time when no one knew, he had achieved his goal in this way.

A person who knew nothing about the defense layout, to so easily avoid those eyes and ears, making the Immortal Platform's arrangements look transparent in his eyes, could naturally only be the Third Rank of the Mystic Gate.

But the man did not leave immediately.

The gaze behind the mask suddenly dropped. Qijiao Shang Huaitong was still a stiff, dead tree, but his death had disturbed something—on his knees, the sword placed horizontally seemed to be pulled by an invisible thin thread, suddenly snapping outward.

Bright light immediately filled the room, and at the same time, the sound of rain outside the window went quiet and disappeared.

The black-robed figure raised his head; within the quiet room, the wind of the Xiao god's sorrowful bones had arisen from an unknown source.

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Chengnan Street.

An Cang and Shi Zanxue were walking east. Shi Zanxue held a cyan-gray sword, and An Cang held a white sword. The rain fell from beside the two without leaving a trace.

"Are you so sure?" Shi Zanxue tilted her head to look. Far away, the shadow of the Immortal Platform building appeared in the night rain. "And you let us bring all our equipment, as if you were born with thousand-mile eyes and wind-listening ears."

"For this kind of thing, you just need to believe in the Immortal Platform," An Cang's voice was clear and gentle. "There is a specialty in the art, and we who act as thugs just act as thugs."

"There must be a basis."

"He only said one sentence to me," An Cang smiled. "—Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming will be back tomorrow."

"..." Shi Zanxue was stunned for a long time. "... So that's how it is."

After a while, she said again: "I don't know if we can see 【Zhao You】 tonight."

"If the person who comes is of enough weight, the thing will naturally be on him," An Cang said.

Shi Zanxue suddenly let her thoughts run wild and smiled: "Uncle, do you think 【Zhao You】 might still contain the old shadow of King Mu from back then?"

An Cang also smiled: "It would be best if it had the image of him digging a pit to bury the 'Immortal Treasure', right?"

Shi Zanxue smiled.

An Cang retracted his expression and sighed lightly: "I hope not."

"Hmm?"

"Because the first one to get it won't be us."

So Shi Zanxue also fell silent. The two walked quietly for a while, and the woman sighed lightly: "Actually, even if we really invite back the name of 【King Mu】 one day, it can only be Uncle Ye..."

An Cang raised the back of his hand lightly toward her, and Shi Zanxue did not continue.

The two stopped their steps at the same time. In front, the huge manor lay like a giant beast in the night rain.

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Immortal Platform.

The fourth floor was equally quiet and deep. A lamp was separated by the window gauze, and the figure reflected had a temperament like an owl.

Pu Huaimeng pushed the door and walked in from the darkness, his footsteps also without sound.

Wudong only raised his eyes slightly, closed them, and continued to remain silent. The room was still as tense as a pulled string.

This Crane Inspector seemed to never need rest. Every time Pu Huaimeng came in, he was only doing three things—checking, recording, and contemplating. The case files beside the table had long been piled into a small mountain, but they were still meticulously classified. The Crane Inspector, who was over fifty, also had signs of fatigue on his face, but his sharp eyes had never been sluggish in the slightest.

But tonight, there were no case files on the table in front of him. Only a sword was placed on the bright, prism-like table, and Wudong sat quietly in front of it with his head lowered.

"The rain is very good. I hope they come tonight," Pu Huaimeng whispered. This genius occultist was still in his serious and slightly dazed state, holding an array disk in his hand. "There will be more fog."

"They will come," Wudong's voice was hoarse.

Pu Huaimeng did not speak again and sat down to the side, his gaze fixed seriously on the sword on the table.

It was indeed a weapon of profound wonder and beauty.

The handle was seven inches long, the sword was three feet six inches long. The handle, scabbard, and sword seemed to be cast as one body, with three colors winding obliquely from top to bottom: mellow yellow, jade gray, and mysterious red. All were deep colors, and the boundaries were not abrupt. Although it was colorful, it was not messy or flashy. It was a heroic spirit hidden in the refined and moist, like a beauty holding a spear.

Wudong truly never gave anyone ten percent trust. The last short note he gave Li Weiru was still "must not be coming again," but on the other side, he had never given up on preparing to face a Third Rank Master.

Two days ago, he watched the youth's figure galloping on horseback leave Bowang, and he knew what he was about to face.

The mask disappeared at the stall, and the peddler happened to be an external line of Huan Si Lou, and the Qiyun Chamber of Commerce where he was located happened to be involved in some vague connections with the Candle-World Sect.

That youth would definitely go.

Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming would definitely leave.

Wudong did not stop him, nor did he think that under Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming's wings, he would be plucked of his fruit after leaving Bowang.

He only regarded this as a signal, and this battlefield was within Bowang City.

Li Weiru had been in the Mystic Gate for many years and was a very good Master, and his identity was mostly clean, but Wudong would never entrust all his plans to someone he had only met a few times.

This sect leader was enough to monitor the entry of First or Second Rank Masters. This matter seemed to be stopped at the First Rank, but what if a Third Rank Mystic Gate really came?

Then he would be enough to take everything away silently.

Estimating the upper and lower limits of the enemies he was about to face was the first thing Wudong did after entering Bowang.

Before entering the gate of the Immortal Platform, he had seen Luo Defeng and Qijiao Shang Huaitong. He carefully looked at the scattered eyes of this former Sword Leader. At that time, a sword was placed on his knees, and his only intact hand trembled far away from it, as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

When Wudong was talking to them leaning against the wall, he lightly tapped it with the sword on the table as if he didn't care.

So from that moment on, he didn't need anyone else's eyes and ears to know Qijiao Shang Huaitong's life and death status.

Now, four miles away, at the same moment the black-robed man pushed the Soul-Taking Bead in front of Qijiao Shang Huaitong, on the fourth floor of the Immortal Platform, the candle fire suddenly flickered wildly.

Amidst the dark flickering, the long sword on the desk quietly unsheathed itself, its blade exquisitely beautiful.

Anyone who saw it should be dazzled.

Such patterns were like fur peeled from a silver tiger.

The satin patterns were separated from each other in strands, strange and beautiful. There were no other colors or materials, only achieved by the fineness and coarseness of the forging material: the smooth ones were like a narrow, eye-like mirror surface, and when fingers were placed near the rough ones, only a hazy shadow was seen. And yet, this effect was not really due to the smoothness and frosting of the forging material—when viewed from the opposite angle, the mirror of bright reflection and the shadow of dark haze were reversed.

【Pulling Silk · Jade Tiger】

Pulling silk with the sword, and knowing the sword master's killing intent and life and death.

A sword-shaped magic weapon from the hands of two masters of the East Sea Sword Furnace and the Nurturing Intent Building. While possessing the power of a magic weapon, it did not sacrifice the quality of a fighting sword in the slightest. Wudong's twenty years of Crane Inspector experience and outstanding achievements in the Prefecture Platform earned him such a sword.

The ability of 【Pulling Silk】, besides being unpredictable in battle, was also a sharp blade that pierced the enemy's heart for a Crane Inspector who always accurately knew which person to leave a hook on.

Now, in the wind and flickering candles, Wudong suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his fingers, and the 【Jade Tiger】 on the table unsheathed itself coldly. Its sound was both clear and fierce, and what drowned it out was a more fierce and hoarse low shout: "Raise the formation!"

Before the words fell, Wudong had already crashed out of the window with his sword. The night rain pierced through a hollow, and silver fragments splashed into the empty space.

Only Pu Huaimeng was left in the room. He pursed his lips and pressed his fingers on the array disk.

During the time the opponent delayed, this occultist was by no means idle. As one who had almost never appeared, he had visited the entire southeast corner of Bowang these days.

Wudong brought him along precisely because he was one of the few Black Ribbons in Shaolong who could provide great help in this level of battle.

Now, four miles away, the sound of rain suddenly went quiet.

As if an invisible fire had risen in the empty space, all the wetness on the surface, and even the thousands of raindrops falling in the air, as long as they were within the range of this manor, were all steamed into swirling white mist. In an instant, the entire manor was covered by a layer of white, hazy membrane. Standing outside the manor, one could no longer see any scenery inside, and no sound could be heard.

"【Cloud Locks Vermilion Building】!" An Cang exclaimed.

On the southeast street, the Wind Inspector who was leaning on his sword and talking to Shi Zanxue by the roadside suddenly constricted his pupils. At the same time he saw this change, he knew this was the timing Wudong had told him about.

The long sword at his waist unsheathed itself, and he flew into the clouds and mist, leaving only one sentence: "You stay here!"

Just a moment later, Shi Zanxue saw another cold figure crashing in with a sword, his clothes fluttering, it was the Crane Inspector Wudong.

In the small courtyard.

Dark room.

As if touching some button, the originally silent surroundings suddenly erupted with several fatal killing intents.

The sword on the knees of the half-dead man unsheathed itself with a clang. There was no master holding it, but the sword Qi filled the room, and in the loud whistling, it had firmly forced the person who appeared in the room to death.

Pulling Silk · 【Severing Phoenix Thunder】

The strong sword of the Crane Inspector four miles away appeared here without any hesitation, piercing the throat and heart with one strike.

This pulling-silk sword naturally would not have been enough to pose a threat to a Third Rank Master, but a moment before this sword rose, the sound of rain outside the window had already disappeared, and the mist had shrouded everything in an instant.

Heaven and earth spiritual mystery were sealed, only within these fifty zhang.

In a room, the man's mysterious sense that could control a hundred zhang was cut off from the middle, and he faced such a sword unprepared.

The man looked indifferently, raised his hand to block, and like a thunderbolt annihilated into silence, this sword stopped at his fingertips. At the same time, another bright light rose from the room, and his long sword was pulled out coldly from behind his waist.

The sword momentum at his fingertips changed again, and the tiger-roaring power rose within the square inch of his fingertips, but the next moment it stopped abruptly. A clear, cracking sound echoed in the room, and the man had already broken it from the middle with one hand.

But in Wudong's plan, this sword could only block the Third Rank for two moves.

Because the next moment, the wind whistled and the mist rolled outside the courtyard, and An Cang had already entered the game.

When their own Master entered this scene formation, its true power was revealed. At this time, there was only one "Mist Sparrow" in the formation, and the entire grand formation was pouring toward him. A swordsman like the Tianshan Wind Inspector was also sharp enough to seize all advantages: one sword happened to be in the situation, it was the *Eight Steeds Sword* · 【Victory Mist Riding Clouds】!

The mist connected with heaven and earth spiritual mystery swept toward his person and sword. In the dark room below, the man was exploding out of the house, but in an instant, he was like a tree leaning against the sea, with only a standing place.

Just as a shadow appeared in the mist, An Cang's magnificent sword had pressed up. The formation designed specifically for Third Rank Masters showed unparalleled power at this time. The two were almost hitting an inch with a zhang, and An Cang knocked him into the mist with one sword.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 316 =====