Chapter 51: Transmitting the Message

Seeing Pei Ye took out the white jade sword talisman and said: "She said it needs Qi to be activated."

"I have some."

"Why wasn't your meridian tree swallowed by that light cocoon?"

"Perhaps it cannot swallow a meridian tree that has already formed at the Eighth Life." Zhu Gaoyang took the sword talisman and examined it carefully, saying casually, "Even if it weren't, I have many ways to make it unable to swallow it. By the way, I still have a portion of that dragon blood left in my body."

"Dragon blood?"

"Those ghostly blue liquids filling the blood vessels—the name given to it by the Immortal Platform fifty years ago."

Zhu Gaoyang injected Qi, and the sword talisman slowly flashed with a bright, moist luster.

He stared at it for a moment: "Oh, it's for sound transmission."

He withdrew his Qi and canceled this recording.

Injecting Qi to activate it again, Zhu Gaoyang said: "Qitian... Junior Sister, it's me—my name is Zhu Gaoyang—"

He stopped, erased it again, and reactivated the sword talisman: "Fellow Daoist Ming, my name is Zhu Gaoyang, I am the first of the Long Jun Dongting Sword Pulse—"

He stopped again, silent, looking at the sword talisman in his hand.

Seeing Pei Ye turned his head and looked at him strangely. Zhu Gaoyang simply shoved the sword talisman into his arms: "You say it."

After saying this, he sent a stream of Qi into the sword talisman.

Seeing Pei Ye was baffled, took the sword talisman, and said: "Miss Ming, I am Seeing Pei Ye. I am currently in danger in Xincang Mountain with Zhu Gaoyang. Can you come to save us?"

With a release of his hand, the sword talisman shot into the sky.

"Hey!" Zhu Gaoyang reached out and grabbed at empty air, "You just..."

"What?"

Zhu Gaoyang was silent for a moment: "It sounded too spineless."

Seeing Pei Ye sneered: "You can't even stand up, and you still care about face?"

"Sigh." Zhu Gaoyang sighed and stopped talking.

Running silently like this for a while, Zhu Gaoyang suddenly said in a low voice: "Hey, what does Ming Qitian look like?"

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment: "I didn't see her. We just spoke a few words through a wall."

"Mm..."

"Who exactly is she?"

"You haven't even heard of this name; you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"Why look down on people?"

"Do you know about Yunlang Mountain, the Glazed Heart of the Heart-Cutting Sword, or the 'Sword Strategy'?"

"..."

"See."

Seeing Pei Ye said unconvinced: "But I know the Crane Fowl Book. Do you think the Crane Fowl Book is okay?"

"Oh, this kind of simple and crude thing... Ming Qitian is twenty-one years old this year, third on the Crane List."

"..."

Simple and crude things bring simple and crude shocks.

Seeing Pei Ye deeply understood the black dragon's phrase "Fireflies can provide light, and the bright moon can also provide light," and he began to regret why he hadn't asked for that "small book recording insights on practicing swordplay from childhood" at the time.

"Will she come to save us?" Seeing Pei Ye couldn't help but ask.

Now that he knew the weight of the name Ming Qitian, Seeing Pei Ye couldn't help but feel anxious. After all, whether she came or not, the situation could be described as heaven and earth apart.

"That depends on how deep your friendship with her is." Zhu Gaoyang laughed.

Seeing Pei Ye was dumbfounded; he had no friendship with her at all.

The two stopped talking, especially since Zhu Gaoyang had forced himself to say so much, and was now feeling drowsy again.

Seeing Pei Ye also became increasingly adapted to this physical fitness that rivaled the Eighth Life, becoming more and more proficient as he traveled.

He gradually began to feel the "breathing" of the seed in his abdomen. A kind of energy very unfamiliar to Seeing Pei Ye kept entering his abdomen along with this breathing and was swallowed by it; that was the Mystic Qi between heaven and earth.

Without that bead made of corpses, it could only slowly absorb the energy required for hatching from various places like this.

Seeing Pei Ye could neither stop it nor assist it; he could only maintain the fastest speed and sprint toward Fenghuai.

Less than an hour later, Zhu Gaoyang suddenly raised his head from his shoulder: "Stop for a moment."

Seeing Pei Ye halted his steps: "What's wrong?"

"Go ten miles north; there is a small stream. Go there and wash up before heading west."

Seeing Pei Ye followed his instructions. After traveling ten miles, he indeed heard the sound of rushing water. Emerging from the bushes, a clear spring came into view.

If one were to say it relied on hearing, it would be too much of a fantasy; Seeing Pei Ye could only attribute it to the unique skills of a master or this Great Tang hero.

"It is the 'Classic of Suspecting Dragons'." Zhu Gaoyang removed his clothes and threw them into the water, submerging his whole body into the stream, accepting the washing of the water flow. New blood and old blood turned into fine threads and drifted away with it.

"Geomancy and land-reading, discerning Yin and Yang, wind and water—it is the old trade of our Long Jun Dongting." He poked his head out of the water and smiled, "Master the 'Classic of Suspecting Dragons,' and a hundred miles of mountains and rivers are as if before your eyes. How about it, do you want to join our sect? The previous deal is still valid."

Seeing Pei Ye followed suit, soaking in the stream, ignoring the previous remark, and asked: "Is this useful?"

"The tracking methods of those two masters are unfathomable, but the Qiongqi has remembered the scent of both of us; at least it is of some use."

The two quickly washed several times. Seeing Pei Ye picked up his clothes: "What about the scent on the clothes?"

"Don't want them."

"Ah?"

Although they were in a perilous situation, the thought of running wildly through the forest bare-assed while carrying another bare-assed person was still hard to accept.

Turning his head, his eyes widened. He saw Zhu Gaoyang actually pull two sets of clothes out of his abdomen!

One was an exquisite white garment, the other a coarse cloth shirt.

The two put on the clothes. Zhu Gaoyang sat on a rock by the shore, pulled a small bag out of his abdomen again, and beckoned Seeing Pei Ye over.

Seeing Pei Ye walked over blankly, his eyes widening as he looked at the strange instruments in the bag.

By noon, Seeing Pei Ye was still sprinting through the mountain forest.

After nearly twelve hours of fighting and running, his abdomen was empty. If it were normal, his legs would have been weak and his eyes dim, but at this moment, the ghostly blue liquid in his body was continuously supplying what his body needed, and Seeing Pei Ye was actually still full of spirit.

Just at this moment, Zhu Gaoyang raised his eyes, which were shining with divine light beneath his bangs, patted Seeing Pei Ye's shoulder, and said: "They're here."

Only a few breaths later.

Between the mottled tree shadows, two figures in purple flashed by like lightning, their speed so fast that they left a trail of falling leaves behind them.

The youth's speed, which rivaled the Eighth Life and was as swift as a falcon, was like a tortoise crawling before this speed. The man on his back was still leaning on his shoulder in a daze, and only opened a pair of weak eyes under the youth's anxious calling.

The purple-robed people wouldn't give him any time to react. They raised their hands, and intense high temperatures erupted in an instant, as if fire had fallen from the sun. The two running figures were instantly blasted apart.

Whether it was the Spirit Classic or the Mystic Classic, the "Candle World" was something the Immortal Platform hadn't found the original text for even in the annihilation fifty years ago. To this day, records about it still leave large blanks.

But this move used by the purple-robed people was indeed the small portion that the Immortal Platform had records of, named "Bing Fire."

This was not a probing opening move, but a killing blow full of sincerity. More than a dozen trees around them were instantly blasted and carbonized.

The battle results achieved were also not disappointing. Zhu Gaoyang on his back, under heavy injury, had no room to resist at all. His white clothes were scorched black and flew everywhere; he fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

At this moment, the most important thing was naturally the youth carrying the seed. The two purple-robed people were just about to go over, but the lesson learned last night suddenly warned them.

The two turned their heads back, not willing to let a more dangerous figure play dead on the ground again—even if it was very likely they were truly dead, it was the same. ===== CHAPTER 52 =====