Chapter 473: The Traces of Zang Yin Appear

The Witch people are interrogating everyone about the whereabouts of 'Moyunzi'!

The changes on the battlefield began from the smallest of things and quickly spread in all directions.

The Witch people are certainly vicious, but the martial artists are no pushovers either; after the events unfolded, it was not a one-sided affair. There were several ruthless characters among the martial artists of Chongguang Cheng who, after killing the Witch people in return, even interrogated them to uncover the inside story.

The truth triggered a sensational effect.

It turned out that the Mysterious Pocket circulating among the martial artists actually came from the hands of 'Moyunzi', and the Witch people were plotting to harm him for the sake of this treasure.

This matter immediately escalated to a life-or-death level between the two opposing sides.

Although many people do not know who Moyunzi is or what his deeds are, if the Witch people want to harm him, we must do the opposite.

In fact, as the place where Zhou You distributed goods, Chongguang Cheng has the largest number of Hunger Pouches.

Many martial artists in Chongguang Cheng were pushed to the limit and took out the life-saving trump cards hidden in their Hunger Pouches to either escape or counter-attack.

As a result, the reputation of the Mysterious Pocket soared, and many martial artists wanted to get their hands on one.

"Don't even think about it, ordinary people."

An elderly martial artist with gray-white pupils held an iron staff; its shape was unique, a 'Thunder Duke Staff' among weapons.

The other end of the iron staff was held by a young martial master, who was leading the way in front, guiding him in the right direction.

They walked across the vast land, and their speed was not particularly fast.

The young martial master asked in surprise, "Why?"

"The Mysterious Pockets on the market all flow out from the hands of the Golden Immortal Dao, and every holder is connected to them."

"As an outsider, even catching a glimpse is a luxury, let alone obtaining one."

"The people of the Golden Immortal Dao are different from us; the things they want, you cannot give, and neither can I." The blind martial artist sighed, "I have implicated you, letting a noble family young lady take care of me."

The young martial master was, surprisingly, a rare female martial master; she was extremely tall, standing out from the crowd even among men.

If Zhou You were to describe her figure, it would be a height of 1.8 meters with 1.2-meter legs.

What was even more difficult was that her astonishing height did not detract from her curvaceous figure; her flesh and bones were well-proportioned, and her body was full of strength.

If one were to use an animal to describe her, she would be a black, shiny female leopard under the starry night.

The female martial master was named Liu Jinguo, born into a noble family, and was also a genius among the younger generation in Fucheng.

She shook her head, "You and I are cooperating; there is no talk of who is taking care of whom. If not for your methods, I would be unable to move an inch within the Witch Banners."

As they spoke, the two stopped abruptly; there were no ditches or rocks in front of them, and the flat ground was clear at a glance.

Yet the blind martial artist stopped; he coughed, "There is a Witch Banner ahead."

Liu Jinguo nodded, let go of the end of the Thunder Duke Staff, and stepped back a few paces with great tacit understanding.

The blind martial artist stepped forward with his staff, his lips moving slightly; he was clearly chanting, yet no sound was emitted.

Suddenly, he thrust the Thunder Duke Staff forward violently, "Split!"

A transparent barrier appeared in the air; it was indeed a Witch Banner.

After the Witch Banner manifested, it was as if it were being torn in different directions by two giant hands, instantly ripping open a gap.

The Witch person hidden in the folds jumped out immediately; he bullied the old man for being blind and directly raised his hand to strike the top of the other's head.

Whoosh, a figure flashed by.

Liu Jinguo arrived from further behind, yet she was faster than the attacker, a pair of short swords flashing with cold light.

She swept past with one sword, and the Witch person's palm fell to the ground with a thud; another sword thrust in, directly piercing the Witch person's heart.

When the corpse hit the ground, the blood was still warm, and the limbs were still twitching. "Old sir, you are full of hidden talents. Since you possess the unique skills of the Golden Immortal Dao, why do you insist on lowering yourself to be a low-level Craftsman?"

Liu Jinguo asked this question.

The old man was one of the Hundred Craftsmen, belonging to the Musician Guild, and usually made a living by carrying a two-stringed fiddle and wandering the streets to perform.

This time, when the Hundred Craftsmen were conscripted, he was not originally on the list due to his blindness and disability; however, there was internal strife within the Hundred Craftsmen Guild, and some people did not want to go to the front lines to die, so they used him as a substitute.

How could a blind old man, already in his twilight years, survive on a cruel battlefield?

Fortunately, he met Liu Jinguo just as the Witch Banners were shrouding the area, and they proposed a cooperation.

Liu Jinguo protected him and led the way; if they encountered a Witch Banner, she would leave it to him to open the path using secret techniques.

"What does it matter if I am a Craftsman or of the Golden Immortal Dao?"

The old man lamented, "My Zang Yin sect takes a radical approach and has never been accepted by the mainstream. To practice this unique skill, one must even gouge out one's own eyes to enhance hearing before one can enter the door of Zang Yin."

"With a broken body, there is no future in the Martial Dao; it is equivalent to being a cripple."

Hearing this, Liu Jinguo became much more silent. In her view, although Zang Yin was miraculous, it required sacrificing one's eyes, and the price was too tragic.

A broken body is like a leaking bucket; no matter how hard one tries, one cannot reach a higher realm!

Unless one breaks through to the Strong Martial realm and transplants someone else's eyeballs to regain sight, but in that case, the Zang Yin skill would be ruined.

So, just honestly be a blind man for a lifetime! When Liu Jinguo heard about the Mysterious Pocket, she thought of many things.

A large portion of the supplies stockpiled before the great war had vanished into thin air and were not seen in the marching troops.

Recalling it now, the missing supplies had all been transferred into the Mysterious Pockets, and the family's high-level officials kept this strictly confidential.

The problem was that it was kept secret from her, but not from the pride of the Liu family, Liu Fengji.

Liu Jinguo vaguely recalled that Liu Fengji wore a slightly plain, palm-sized pocket at his waist, which she had never seen before.

One must know that as a member of a noble family, the coordination of clothing and accessories is extremely particular, and that pocket ruined the overall harmony.

It turned out that before she realized it, Liu Fengji already had a Mysterious Pocket.

Liu Jia Ji Xiang Er, a gift from heaven, was also highly favored by the family; even if he lost a city or soldiers, he still had a chance to make a comeback.

Every time Liu Jinguo thought of this, she felt a breath she could not vent, and she was furious.

After learning of Moyunzi's existence, she even thought that if she met Moyunzi and monopolized the resources of the Mysterious Pocket, could she raise her status to be equal to Liu Fengji? The gap between Liu Jinguo and Liu Fengji was too great.

Although Liu Jinguo was somewhat famous, it only circulated among the low-level martial artists of Fucheng, while Liu Fengji was a peerless genius recognized by the noble families, and more than one sect had even opened their doors wide for him.

The family's emphasis on him was reflected in every aspect, making other Disciples despair.

"Old gentleman, could you lend me a hand?"

Liu Jinguo's attitude was firm as she spoke, "I see you are lonely and helpless; if you do not mind, Jinguo can provide for your old age."

The blind old man was blind in eyes but not in heart; he heard the firmness and determination in her words and knew there was no room for a polite refusal.

He sighed, "I can leave sound-recorded characters to communicate on your behalf with Moyunzi, but whether he responds is not something I can control."

"One can only do their best and leave the rest to fate; I ask that you assist me, elder."

The blind old man plucked a large handful of withered leaves, blew away most of a bottle of ink, and picked up his two-stringed fiddle to play.

Accompanied by the music, the ink meandered and flowed across the withered leaves, eventually solidifying into ancient and complex characters.

The wind blew, and the withered leaves rose one by one with the breeze, disappearing into the wilderness at the edge of sight.

(End of chapter)