Chapter 345: Meeting the Ancestral Master

Whoosh!

On the eaves, Jin Guang pulled back, Brother Zhongli Luanyi's clothes flapping wildly, the golden light still lingering in his eyes:

"Fine lightness skill, fine physique!"

Amid the night, explosions rang out one after another. A man in black dragged Brother Brother Sikong along, sprinting at extreme speed, dragging out a blast of air several dozen zhang long behind him, like a wind dragon roaring, echoing through the city district.

After a slight pause, golden light blazed fiercely around Brother Zhongli Wang Luan. Without any visible exertion, he cut across the night sky like a long rainbow, pursuing at extreme speed.

"Stop him!"

"Don't let the lecherous thief Brother Brother Sikong and his accomplice escape!"

"Don't even think of running!"

The air blast cut across the night, startling a stretch of lamplight. The experts of the town Wutang roared out one after another, yet not a single one stepped forward.

Ding Xiu hurried in pursuit. Before he could even draw his longbow full, that figure had already vanished into the night. The sheer speed made his eyelid twitch wildly:

"This fast?!"

"Behind this Brother Brother Sikong there's still an expert of this caliber?"

Zhu Chongying was also full of shock. Such speed—unless dozens of divine-arm crossbows were pre-set in ambush, it was simply impossible to intercept.

"A Grandmaster?"

He exchanged a glance with Ding Xiu. The latter shook his head, expression solemn:

"Without even unleashing true Gang, his speed is already no less than Brother Zhongli Luanyi's. Even a world-class lightness skill cultivated to Great Perfection probably wouldn't reach this speed..."

"Brother Zhongli Wang Luan probably can't catch up either."

Zhu Chongying let out a long breath. That black-clad man's speed, even if not quite Brother Zhongli Luanyi's, wasn't far off. Falling behind by more than ten, catching up was basically impossible.

Hoo~

At this moment, Chu Hun Tian Zhu, half a beat slow, finally caught up. Gazing at the wild wind traces still lingering in the air, he couldn't help being startled:

"Who was that? Which family's Grandmaster would actually step in to save a thief?"

As the current second true disciple of Sanmei Cave, his eye was naturally excellent. From the traces of that figure cutting through the air alone, he could tell this man's lightness skill was no inferior to his own martial uncle's.

"Dared not use true Gang—seems like an 'acquaintance'?"

Casting a glance at the town Wutang experts shouting and hollering in the distance, yet not one daring to step forward and block, Chu Hun Tian Zhu gave a cold snort and hurried off in pursuit.

Hoo~

Not long after, on the eaves of a tavern, Chu Hun Tian Zhu drifted down with the wind. Raising his eyes to sweep the surroundings, a streak of golden light flowed back against the current and landed before him.

"Martial Uncle, even you couldn't keep up?"

Chu Hun Tian Zhu was inwardly startled.

Who was Brother Zhongli Wang Luan?

The previous generation's number one of the young generation at the Various Arts Martial Display, who overwhelmed all heroes. The moment he ascended the Heroes List, he slew his way past forty-plus great experts.

Whether in horizontal training, Zhang Fa, or lightness skill, he was already top-tier in the present age—yet he lost the trail this quickly?

"It's a veteran."

The golden light faded, Brother Zhongli Wang Luan's brow slightly furrowed, his heart also quite surprised:

"This man concealed his tracks, did not use true Gang—clearly a renowned expert of the jianghu..."

Without unleashing true Gang, his speed was already no less than his own. Pursuing further was pointless. Even if he nearly caught up, once true Gang was exhaled, he himself would be left in the dust.

"Why would such a figure rescue a thief?"

Chu Hun Tian Zhu still trusted his martial uncle's eye, yet he had some doubts as well.

"Suppose this thief is one he keeps, but Brother Brother Sikong is a habitual thief, then..."

Brother Zhongli Wang Luan gazed into the distance. Faintly visible, torches flickered in the night—that was the town Wutang experts: "This old man feels the town Wutang may have ghosts!"

"Mm?"

Chu Hun Tian Zhu was taken aback: "Martial Uncle, you mean?"

"Surrounded on three sides, yet one side deliberately left open, driving the thief toward the north of the city—could that be a coincidence?"

Brother Zhongli Wang Luan gave a cold laugh:

"I had already suspected someone was secretly covering for that lecherous thief. Now it seems, that lecherous thief must be connected to the Dao government office, or perhaps the town Wutang!"

"That—can't be, right?"

Chu Hun Tian Zhu immediately frowned: "Someone capable of making the Dao government office and town Wutang cover for his crimes must be high-ranking and powerful.

Such a figure wouldn't stoop to such lecherous murderous deeds, would he?"

"You've descended the mountain too little, met too few people. You don't know that this world is full of inhuman beasts."

A murderous glint flashed in Brother Zhongli Wang Luan's eyes.

Chu Hun Tian Zhu's heart suddenly felt something was wrong: "This is only speculation. You..."

"Whether it is or isn't, I will verify it myself."

Brother Zhongli Wang Luan's aura calmed down, yet Chu Hun Tian Zhu felt his heart uneasy: "Martial Uncle, be cautious. How about waiting for the Sect Master to arrive and reporting in?"

"Wait for that lecherous thief to die of old age?"

Brother Zhongli Wang Luan flicked his sleeve and left.

If he could swallow this, he would never have cultivated the Great Sun Golden Yang in this lifetime.

"Martial Uncle..."

Fast!

Too fast!

The fierce wind howled like blades of steel. Brother Brother Sikong only felt his face skin burning, the clothes on his body cut to tatters.

The joy of having narrowly escaped death was all blown away by this wind.

He tried to circulate true Qi to shield his body, but the instant his shoulder was seized, he had already lost control of his body and could only watch helplessly as he floated through the air like a kite.

At a speed that horrified him, he shot forward like a gale.

What shocked him even more was that this old bastard who had robbed him earlier was far more terrifying than he had imagined—this speed was already no less than a Grandmaster's.

"So that's Brother Zhongli Wang Luan? Worthy of being the champion of the previous generation's Myriad Dao Martial Meet—his speed is almost the same as mine!"

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Racing along at top speed, Li Yuan sighed in admiration.

At this moment, besides the Rending Sea Mysterious Whale Hammer, he was wielding six pairs of boots at Named Weapon grade or above, and beneath his feet he wore another pair whose trait was "light as a goose feather."

Combined with his entry-level Cloud Dragon Nine Appearances, this could be said to be his current speed limit, but truthfully speaking, he was still a bit slower than that Brother Zhongli Wang Luan.

"The gap between true Qi and true Gang is greater than the gap between true Qi and internal Qi, which makes sense—Heaven and Earth clash, and to a certain extent, this borrows the power of Heaven and Earth."

Even while racing, Li Yuan still had the leisure to glance back, and his heart eased slightly.

This was the sixth day since he had learned of Brother Brother Sikong's movements from the Listening Wood, and during these six days he had gone down the mountain several times, finding Brother Brother Sikong as early as two days ago.

After that, naturally, he waited for this bunch to make their move.

This Brother Brother Sikong had the nerve of a thief; without going through this once, it would be hard to pin him down.

"Huff!"

After shaking off Brother Zhongli Wang Luan, Li Yuan slowed down, dragged Brother Brother Sikong along, and ducked into an abandoned civilian house.

Beneath it was an abandoned stronghold of the Star-Plucking Tower, dust everywhere, cobwebs all around.

Bang~

Brother Brother Sikong hit the ground heavily; pain surged up, and only then did he wake from his daze. Without thinking, he kowtowed to the floor:

"Many thanks, Senior, for saving my life—Brother Brother Sikong is deeply grateful!"

Brother Brother Sikong's kowtow was solid, kicking up a great cloud of dust. A moment ago he had truly thought he was done for, and even now he still felt some of the lingering terror of a narrow escape.

"Are you a rapist?"

Pressing on the iron mask on his face, Li Yuan frowned slightly—the Listening Wood hadn't mentioned this.

"Senior, please see clearly!"

Brother Brother Sikong nearly wailed to the heavens: "In my early years I injured my kidneys; before completing the Blood Exchange, I was utterly incapable of that—how could I possibly be a rapist?!"

This is too bullying.

Mentioning this, Brother Brother Sikong was practically furious. He'd taken plenty of blame in his life, but this pot he truly would not carry.

"I'm a thief, not a rapist!"

"Enough!"

Looking at that old face covered in snot and tears, Master Li was quite disgusted. With a flick of his sleeve, he called a halt:

"Do you know how many people want to catch you now?"

"Many thanks, Senior, for the rescue."

Brother Brother Sikong kowtowed repeatedly.

"Not only that Grandmaster, the Jingping Bureau has also sent a famous constable after you; moreover, if you don't flee soon, Dragon-Tiger Temple will come after you too!"

Li Yuan's face was dark as water. He had underestimated the imperial court's emphasis on incense offerings—a thief who hadn't even completed Blood Exchange had actually drawn a personal edict from the Dry Emperor.

"I'll leave at once, leave at once."

How could Brother Brother Sikong not understand what this Senior meant? He himself was also genuinely a bit terrified.

"Leave the city tomorrow morning, and the farther the better."

Li Yuan casually flung the Yun Xiang Ding in front of him:

"Take your thing with you."

"This... I understand, Senior."

Seeing the small cauldron before him, Brother Brother Sikong suddenly understood—it seemed not only was he afraid, this Senior was afraid too.

But with a turn of thought, he slapped his chest and declared he'd take this blame, that he'd die before revealing the Senior.

"The farther you go, the better!"

Li Yuan glanced at him, feeling rather fortunate that he hadn't struck a killing blow last time—otherwise, finding someone to take the blame at this point would have been difficult.

The Yun Xiang Ding was of excellent quality, but he only wanted the incense offerings.

"Yes, yes..."

Brother Brother Sikong nodded repeatedly, while his peripheral vision carefully sized things up.

At one look, his heart instantly chilled.

This old bastard was cautious to the extreme—his attire was all the most common style, no weapons, no accessories, hair loose and scattered; forget the features, he didn't even expose his arms.

"This blame can't be shaken off."

Brother Brother Sikong wailed inwardly, knowing this blame was his for good—he didn't even know who this person was.

After the figure before him vanished, Brother Brother Sikong drew a long breath, grabbed the Yun Xiang Ding, turned and left, not even considering waiting until tomorrow.

"A thief has a thief's ways."

Li Yuan naturally hadn't gone far; he tailed from the shadows, watching Brother Brother Sikong escape the city through a drainage ditch, and only then felt somewhat at ease.

"This way, no matter what tricks or rituals Jin Jin Zhu Feng has, none of it can be counted against me."

Master Li was no soft-hearted man—when it threatened himself, he never held back from ruthless measures, but silencing witnesses was not a good solution.

Better than killing Brother Brother Sikong, it was better to let this divine thief go. The world was vast, and with this divine thief's skills, it would at least keep that famous constable busy chasing for a while.

"Even if Brother Brother Sikong is caught, it has nothing to do with me."

Li Yuan reviewed things in his mind, confident he had left no trace. He didn't even return to the Weapon Forging Shop, but found an empty place to change his clothes.

After a quick tidy-up, he returned to Dragon-Tiger Temple.

"Hah!"

Li Yuan slipped quietly back to the Outer Sect, not in a rush to return; a thought crossed his mind, and he turned his gaze toward the archway before the mountain gate.

"The Dao Lord said I should go meet the Ancestral Master, so... there shouldn't be any major commotion, right?"

Looking at the archway, Li Yuan muttered to himself, hesitated not a moment, and directly activated the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer.

Voom~

In the next instant, Li Yuan felt a faint, almost imperceptible ripple spreading from the mountain gate.

Unlike the massive clamor of the previous two times, Li Yuan felt only a breeze pass by; a split second of distraction, and he sensed that amidst the swirling mists around him...

Li Yuan glanced around, seeing only a vast expanse of white; vaguely, he could perceive two colossal forms moving slowly within the clouds, watching him.

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