Chapter 59: My Younger Sister Is Too Innocent—Are You Afraid?

The city of Daliang cannot be visited.

Originally, Dou Changsheng had planned to pass through Daliang on his way to the north.

But after encountering Jin Wuming on the main road, Dou Changsheng immediately realized that Daliang was a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair for him—unknown dangers surely awaited.

Didn’t you see that Jin Wuming didn’t even consider slashing him once?

Because Jin Wuming had also sensed that this chance encounter held something off.

After Jin Wuming left, Dou Changsheng turned on his heel and walked away without hesitation, refusing to proceed further.

This time he did not take the main road but struck out cross-country, vanishing quickly into the woods.

Leaning against a large tree, Dou Changsheng’s gaze turned grim; the feeling of being watched was truly unbearable.

Was it Chen Qingyao?

Or had something gone wrong in Liang?

Dou Changsheng suddenly regretted it—had he chosen to head west to Qin, crossing the river into Southern Chen, though it meant repeated crossings and the longest route, it would have let him escape the intrigues of Northern Jin.

That thought vanished instantly.

Southern Chen was a den of demons and monsters; even with the Qingyang Secret Art and Shengsheng Xuanshui, he was still a prized delicacy.

That was the most infuriating part.

Major powers all knew.

Yet the world was filled mostly with middle- and lower-tier cultivators.

Ordinary Divine Masters had no access to such things, so they could only turn to him.

Wang Chongguang was a perfect example.

The trip to Sanyang Mountain was a waste—this meager gain bore no proportion to the risk.

With time, the power of the thousand-year earth pearl would eventually enable him to achieve the Five Qi Convergence—he had no need for the Qingyang Spring.

After a few complaints of hindsight,

Dou Changsheng planned to travel by night and rest by day. Before mastering sword-flight, this still carried considerable danger—wild mountains and deep forests were prone to accidents—but once he could fly high above on his sword, he could avoid ninety-nine percent of trouble.

Time passed slowly; as darkness fell, Dou Changsheng took out his rations, bit into a few mouthfuls, drank some water, and the Hero Sword automatically unsheathed, floating slowly before him, its blade leveling horizontally before gradually descending until Dou Changsheng stepped onto it.

The Hero Sword remained perfectly still, as if unaffected by gravity.

The next moment, the Hero Sword soared high into the air.

A gentle force spread from the Hero Sword, like a special field enveloping Dou Changsheng completely, protecting him from all angles.

The biting night wind did not stir his clothes—he felt as if he were in another world.

The Hero Sword tore through everything, forming a protective zone; though sword-flight was merely a method of travel, not a sword technique or combat art,

Dou Changsheng had already learned its use and realized it was merely a complementary technique of some greater sword-control art.

Primordial true qi flowed like water, continuously spilling forth; from his dantian, primordial true qi regenerated endlessly—each time it was consumed, it was instantly replenished.

Constantly drawing on primordial true qi, Dou Changsheng could sense his total amount slowly increasing—this too was a form of cultivation.

High above, in a vantage point unseen by mortals, Dou Changsheng flew northward, unaware of how far he’d gone; he planned to land and rest. This was simple—he’d discovered he could fly, but his knowledge didn’t keep pace.

Wang Tianhe had easily pinpointed the capital’s location, but Dou Changsheng was hopelessly lost, unaware of where he was.

He descended slowly, scanning the surroundings, seeking signs of human habitation—asking people was the fastest way. He assumed finding anyone at night would be impossible, and he’d have to wait until dawn—but soon he spotted firelight.

Dou Changsheng deliberately observed for a moment—if it were a lone bonfire with someone camping in the wild, he would never approach; remote wilderness was too dangerous.

Recent events had made him a nervous wreck; his nerves needed time to calm before returning to normal.

It was a village; outside its borders stood a massive bonfire, like a festival gathering, around which villagers in coarse hemp robes sang a mountain song.

The song carried a peculiar cadence Dou Changsheng didn’t understand, which eased his mind—it was merely local custom, and tonight must be some festival.

Dou Changsheng grew cautious—he wouldn’t approach at night; too abrupt. He waited until dawn, until the villagers returned home, then waited a while longer before walking forward slowly, appearing as a passing martial artist.

As he reached the village’s edge, a villager carrying a shoulder pole halted, staring intently at Dou Changsheng.

She was an old woman, at least seventy, her face lined with wrinkles, her silver hair dull and dry, her eyes cloudy and dim, as if half-asleep—even as she fixed her gaze on Dou Changsheng, she seemed unable to see clearly.

Her exposed hands were covered in age spots, giving off an aura of death, as if one foot were already in the coffin, her days numbered.

“Young man.”

“This is no place for you.”

“Leave quickly.”

The old woman’s voice, unused for years, was hoarse—as if her throat had been slit by a blade—terrible to hear.

“The elder is right.”

Dou Changsheng did not argue or refute—he listened.

In the dark, he hadn’t seen clearly, but now he could see—this old woman didn’t look like someone who could carry a heavy load and walk briskly.

Something strange is afoot.

As Dou Changsheng took one step forward, a cheerful voice rang out from afar: “Guests are welcome.”

“How could we let a distinguished guest leave empty-handed? You must take at least some local specialty before you go.”

A hunched, bald, broad-foreheaded, emaciated old man, leaning on a cane, shuffled forward with a warm smile: “We haven’t had outsiders here in a long time.”

“If I recall correctly, the last one was the Du family’s daughter-in-law.”

The old woman nodded: “The village chief is right.”

“I’m a recent arrival.”

The village chief stepped closer, rubbed his eyes, squinted hard to see Dou Changsheng clearly, then shook his head: “I’m old. Truly old.”

“I can’t even make out a young man’s face anymore.”

“Back in my day, without moving, I could see every change over ten thousand li as clearly as the lines on my palm.”

Fuck.

The old bastard is testing me!

Dou Changsheng cursed inwardly—his luck had finally been normal for a few days, and now this again?

Was it because Future Dou had nearly killed Firecloud True Person, draining his fortune, and now he was cursed again?

He smiled and said: “Wonderful.”

“Not to hide it from you, elder, my younger sister is too innocent.”

“She loves local specialties from every place.”

“She told me, when traveling, you often meet kind elders.”

“Always remember them—she’ll repay their kindness.”

“May I ask your name, elder?”