Chapter 927

"This matter is of great importance, and moreover, Mr. Yanagi surely understands what the Tian Xiang Doukou means to Zhuge Shenhou."

Yanagi Butasaburo actually did not wish to meddle in Central Plains affairs so soon.

Yet he also understood that once the Tian Xiang Doukou was exposed, Zhuge Shenhou would eventually have to meet him.

After a brief moment of thought, he agreed to Tianhui's request.

After settling a few matters for the Yanagi family, he took along several of Yanagi's direct disciples.

Together with Tianhui, he boarded a ship bound for the Central Plains.

On the other side, after swindling the Tian Xiang Doukou from Yanagi Butasaburo,

General Chilaowen first found a secluded spot and calmly began healing his wounds.

This time, he had been inexplicably defeated by Duan Tianya, and both his arms bore serious injuries.

Most of his strength resided in his hands.

Thus, he was in no hurry to head to Yunzhou Shaolin for the second Tian Xiang Doukou.

Yet while healing, he noticed a faint, peculiar aura lingering within his wounds.

It was this mysterious aura, combined with Duan Tianya's strike, that had inflicted such damage upon him.

Deeply astonished, he immediately tried to mobilize his true qi to expel it.

But as soon as his true qi touched the peculiar aura, it instantly scattered.

General Chilaowen was both shocked and furious, wondering if this peculiar aura could truly not be expelled.

He was a general by origin, the very embodiment of fierce resolve.

Instead, he once again surged his true qi and pressed forward again.

Ten times in succession, his true qi dissolved upon nearing the peculiar aura.

In the end, General Chilaowen nearly wanted to summon heavenly and earthly yuanli to blast the aura apart.

Yet he remembered that this peculiar aura clung to his wounds—meaning it was inside his body.

If he pushed too hard, he might truly become crippled.

Just then it had already gotten completely dark, and I was utterly exhausted from the day.

General Chilaowen could only temporarily give up, pulled the covers over his head, and fell asleep.

The next morning, General Chilaowen awoke and prepared to resume healing.

He was astonished to find that after so many attempts the previous night,

the peculiar aura still clung like a ghost, refusing to leave,

yet it had loosened somewhat and diminished in quantity.

He couldn't help but sigh—here he was, a supreme Mythical Realm master, a Heaven's Scroll-level cultivator,

yet he had not only been defeated in this trivial place, but now struggled so desperately just to heal.

After his sigh, healing had to continue.

He could only repeat last night's method: expend true qi, force his way through, and expel the aura.

Yet this time, just as before, the moment he touched it, his true qi shattered.

Fortunately, General Chilaowen now knew that repeated contact would eventually expel this peculiar aura.

Thus, he could only summon patience and wear it down slowly, like water dripping on stone.

Thus he went on: exhausted from striking, he slept; awakened, he struck again.

He did not know how many days had passed.

Finally, the last wisp of peculiar aura was completely expelled.

As soon as the peculiar aura vanished, the advantages of a supreme Mythical Realm cultivator swiftly manifested.

Infinite heavenly and earthly yuanli came unbidden.

They surged wildly into General Chilaowen's body, flooding his extraordinary meridians.

In less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense, his body was already seventy or eighty percent healed.

His energy instantly returned to peak condition.

"Phew! Finally done."

After so many days of healing, General Chilaowen had fully recovered, letting out a long breath.

He then stood up, energized, ready to roar aloud.

Suddenly, he remembered the Tian Xiang Doukou on his person, and the other one still at Yunzhou Shaolin.

Without further delay, he thought only of finishing this task and returning to Jiuzhou as soon as possible.

After determining direction, General Chilaowen used true qi to fly through the air toward the west.

Even in Jiuzhou, You Dongying lay to the east of the Central Plains.

Though he did not know exactly where he was, General Chilaowen assumed the Central Plains lay west of You Dongying.

Indeed, as soon as he left You Dongying, he encountered an endless, boundless sea.

Had General Chilaowen not been a supreme Mythical Realm cultivator, crossing this sea would have been extremely difficult.

Fortunately, he could fly through the air with true qi, navigating by the sun, moving slowly forward.

After flying roughly one or two days, he should long ago have covered over a thousand li.

Yet all around him stretched only an endless, desolate ocean.

Aside from the occasional seagull or giant fish surfacing for air, it was utterly desolate.

General Chilaowen found it strange—could the distance between You Dongying and the Central Plains really be this vast?

But now stranded in the boundless sea, he had no choice but to continue forward, navigating by the sun.

Another ten days passed, and he felt as if he could have traveled from the westernmost Qin of Jiuzhou to its easternmost Great Qing.

General Chilaowen grew increasingly restless, sensing something was amiss.

Suddenly, he spotted another seagull, gliding calmly just ahead of him.

His heart stirred; he reached out and used his true qi to snatch the seagull midair.

The seagull was terrified, struggling to break free.

But even ordinary Earthly Immortal Realm cultivators could not resist General Chilaowen.

Let alone this wild bird with no capacity to fight back.

General Chilaowen grinned and spoke to the seagull:

"You bird, if I weren't occupied, I'd roast you and eat you whole."

The seagull seemed to understand human speech; terrified by his threat, it trembled violently but dared not flap its wings again.

"Quite obedient."

Seeing this, General Chilaowen smiled and suddenly reached out, plucking several tail feathers from the seagull.

Then he tossed it lightly into the air and said with a laugh:

"Fly! Fly!"

The seagull was bewildered, unsure why this strange man had plucked its tail feathers before releasing it.

But in the end, it was only a bird—how could it understand such things?

Once freed from imminent danger, it immediately flapped its wings and flew off, no longer calm or composed as before.

General Chilaowen burst into loud laughter and stopped thinking about it.

He once again oriented himself by the sun and continued flying through the air.

Days passed, and before he knew it, the second day arrived.

Though General Chilaowen moved at great speed, he was still hovering high above the open sea.

Around him stretched endless emptiness—nothing but ocean, not even a single Haidao in sight.

"Goo-goo…"

Just then, a flock of seagulls flew overhead.

General Chilaowen's gaze swept over them; he seemed to have noticed something.

He abandoned his westward course and turned sharply, speeding after the flock.

The seagulls scattered in panic upon seeing General Chilaowen chasing them.

But General Chilaowen fixed his eyes on one target, summoning heavenly and earthly qi to compress it until its wings could no longer flap.

As he drew nearer, he once again used his true qi to draw it toward him.