Chapter 182: Ferocious Beast?

Monk: "The first solution is out."

"Hurry up and leave! What are you dawdling around here for? Are you showing off?" Qilin pushed the monk away disdainfully: "I still need to go find my senior sister!"

"Why the rush? Being so impatient when something happens will make you fall flat on your face—you didn't just fall into the monk's hands last time, did you?" The monk's hands didn't stop solving the riddle while chatting.

"Who fell into your hands? I broke your illusion!" Is that an illusion? Anyway, it's about the same!

The monk smiled without speaking.

Qilin had never seen such thick-skinnedness; since he couldn't win the argument, he just pretended to be profound here—pah!

"How long are you going to keep solving this?" Qilin shouted beside the monk's ear.

The monk didn't furrow his brow at all, as if he had blocked out Qilin's noise, his expression still leisurely and content.

He continued solving the riddle unhurriedly, saying: "Solving this Eight Trigram formation not only lets us get out, but also destroys the natural barrier of this strange primeval forest."

"Really?" Qilin asked skeptically.

"Of course it's true; do you think the monk is that idle?"

So Qilin simply squatted down to watch.

He had only heard of the Eight Trigram formation before and didn't understand it at all.

He only knew that once you entered the Death Gate, you were done for!

I don't know how long passed, but just as Qilin was dozing off, the monk suddenly spoke: "Got it."

"Finally got it……" Qilin yawned and stretched.

He was about to fall asleep.

"Go." The monk stood up and said: "Stay close."

Before leaving, Qilin didn't forget to scuff up those patterns on the ground with his feet.

This time they really went out in one go, no more "ghost wall".

The monk smiled all the way, confident of success; when they reached the Life Gate, he was still murmuring something under his breath.

Qilin couldn't hear clearly, and even if he could, he wouldn't understand.

Just then, boom—boom—boom—several sounds, explosions rang out from nowhere, sending dust flying.

Qilin coughed desperately behind the monk, and only after the dust finally settled did he cough and complain: "Could you give me a heads-up next time?"

"Sorry, I forgot; the monk thought Qilin, benefactor, was so smart he'd surely figure it out."

"Pah! Cut the mystical nonsense; you did it on purpose—how is it now?" Qilin asked.

The monk smiled, curling his lips: "The barrier is gone, but the danger that comes with it has appeared—for example, the beasts in this forest can now move normally."

"Can this be good news?" Qilin twitched the corner of his mouth.

"At least it's better than constantly falling into illusions."

"Fine, either way it's dangerous!"

"Let's go find our senior sister and the others!" Qilin gestured for the monk to look at the direction of the signal flare just now, asking: "Do you know how to get there?"

The monk said nothing, turned and walked off.

"Can saying a sentence kill you?"

Qilin muttered curses as he followed.

They still need reed wood and fish-scale wood; once they find those, they can leave.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mu Yuanzhi anxiously waited, restless, "I don't even know if Qilin can see it, if he sees it whether he can find the direction to come over, or if he'll make it over."

The National Teacher looked in a direction and said: "Don't worry, Your Highness the Princess, Qilin is fine."

"Xiao Yang, with you saying that, have you already sensed something?" Gu Rongjin asked.

He had just seen Yang Jianyu looking in a direction and giving a knowing smile.

"Nothing much, just a hunch." The National Teacher said.

"Your hunch is usually pretty accurate, so I believe it; dear, don't worry too much either—this kid Qilin has great fortune and destiny." Gu Rongjin comforted her by putting an arm around Mu Yuanzhi's shoulders.

Where does this great fortune and destiny come from? In his previous life Qilin died miserably; in this life she let the National Teacher take over his fate, which is also extremely ominous.

How could she be reassured?

"Xiao Yang, why don't you do another horoscope for Qilin? I remember you once said that a person's fate isn't set in stone." Gu Rongjin said.

Anyway, waiting idly is still waiting.

The National Teacher nodded, sat cross-legged on a stone like a stool, took out his divination turtle shell, and lit a candle to burn.

Bored Gu Rongjin sat to the side and watched.

Mu Yuanzhi also glanced over from time to time.

The divination process wasn't fast, nor was it slow; when the patterns on the turtle shell finished burning, the National Teacher curled the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that, Mu Yuanzhi asked hopefully: "How is it, National Teacher? Is it not bad?"

"Great auspiciousness." The National Teacher only said two words.

Mu Yuanzhi and Gu Rongjin exchanged smiles.

"It actually turned into great auspiciousness!" This is undoubtedly the best calming medicine, putting Mu Yuanzhi's long‑hanging heart back where it belongs.

Qilin's great omen has turned into great auspiciousness!

Thank heaven and earth!

But we still can't be careless, after all a person's fate can change.

"All right, little Yuanzhi, don't be happy for a moment and then pull a long face; Qilin has great fortune and destiny—how many people do you know who could be like him, having bowed to several powerful masters? Ordinary people getting even one is already a blessing!"

Gu Rongjin counted himself as someone else's blessing.

Mu Yuanzhi was indeed comforted.

In his previous life, Qilin didn't know Rongjin or the National Teacher; in this life his path is indeed different.

Furthermore, Pei Shangling has already fallen out with Pei Yunxi, so the threat is not great.

Perhaps, the Qilin truly has great fortune and destiny; having died once is enough.

"According to me, we shouldn't wait here; let's go find them, Xiao Yang. You should already know where the Qilin and his group are, right?"

"Southeast direction." The National Teacher raised his chin.

"Indeed, that's the place; I just now saw you keep looking over there and smiling with hidden meaning!" Gu Rongjin said.

Mu Yuanzhi asked, not understanding: "Has the National Teacher sensed something?"

The National Teacher nodded, "Someone must have broken a formation."

He could feel the change in the surrounding air.

He could also smell a different scent.

Mu Yuanzhi doubted: "Could it be that the Qilin is really together with Monk Yuan Yan?"

"It's almost certain."

"Then you can rest easy, Xiao Yuanzhi; that monk is very capable, the Qilin will be fine."

"I hope so." Mu Yuanzhi indeed felt much more at ease.

Although she didn't really trust the monk from the heart, the monk was indeed capable, and he now seems to have no reason to harm the Qilin.

"Let's go, meet up!" Gu Rongjin put an arm around Mu Yuanzhi and walked away.

The National Teacher stayed behind to cover the rear.

As he walked, his expression suddenly tightened.

Gu Rongjin had already noticed; he could hear different footsteps and the sound of beasts!

"Be careful." Gu Rongjin extended his hand in front of Mu Yuanzhi, assuming a protective stance.

The National Teacher held his breath and focused, paying attention to the changes in the surroundings.

In the tense atmosphere, Mu Yuanzhi also seemed to sense the approaching danger.

"It feels like a fierce beast, at least lion-level." Gu Rongjin whispered.

The National Teacher grunted, "Everyone, be careful."