Chapter 356
“What kind of martial arts is this??”
Xue Jing's eyes widened slightly, astonished within but maintaining a calm demeanor on the surface as he nodded.
The cloud of somersaults soared into the sky, heading towards Ziyang Prefecture.
The waving figures of his parents became blurred, and soon, Qinghe County shrank into insignificance, gradually disappearing from view.
The cloud ascended above the layers of clouds, where even the snowflakes brushing against his face vanished.
Three suns hung high in the sky, scorching the sea of clouds below, giving a sense of being utterly exposed.
“If only I had a pair of sunglasses,” Li Mo thought to himself.
Right, Princess Jiang's eyes seemed to be unable to face the sun directly, somewhat reminiscent of a certain eye condition from his past life.
Wearing a cloth strip was quite inconvenient; if only he could switch to sunglasses...
He wondered how big Chuchong's head was; he would measure it later.
“Li Mo, Xiao Bing'er, the strange occurrences at Lankashan are astonishing; you must have heard something about it,” Xue Jing suddenly transmitted his voice.
In high-altitude flight, speaking out loud wouldn’t carry.
“…”
Li Mo paused for a moment, then nodded, “I’ve heard a little. What’s up, Xue Lao?”
Bing'er pursed her lips, glanced at Li Mo, and quietly sat beside him, saying nothing.
Xue Jing spoke earnestly:
“The phenomena at Lankashan are so remarkable that whatever is inside must be extraordinary. It has already attracted many major sects, including several from Zhenzhou, hidden sects, and wandering heroes from the jianghu. They are all flocking to it now.”
“You mean, our Qingyuan Sect, being a small sect, could easily get caught in the crossfire?”
“…”
Old Xue choked on his words. “You brat, stop speaking such harsh truths.”
“Our ancestors also have quite the background.”
“Back to the point, the sect is discussing a trip to Lankashan. Do you and Ying Bing want to explore it?”
“Of course, for the sect, I have no choice but to go.”
Li Mo nodded seriously, leaning back slightly, his hand naturally dropping to grasp Bing'er’s small hand.
Xue Jing was pleased with his response and smiled:
“The situation at Lankashan is chaotic. Just the two of you going wouldn’t reassure the sect leader and elders. So, we’ve come up with a way to ensure your safety.”
“Take advantage of the prince’s visit and have him bring you along.”
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Chapter 390: Jiang Yu
The commotion at Lankashan was so astonishing that it practically announced to the world, “I have a world-shattering legacy and a treasure of immense value. Heroes, come and play!”
The elders of Qingyuan Sect could not turn a blind eye to it.
But the sect leader had to remain at the sect.
Sending an ordinary inner disciple wouldn’t do; they couldn’t let Shang Wu go. If Shang Wu went, it wouldn’t just be a matter of legacy; it would be about how many sects would come after Qingyuan Sect later.
Even if they obtained the legacy, it might not outweigh the trouble they’d attract.
At that moment, Elder Qian suddenly raised a finger, indicating he had a plan.
Wasn’t Jiang Yu about to visit Qingyuan Sect?
Clearly, this prince of Dayu wouldn’t miss the excitement at Lankashan, and as the first potential dragon, he would surely have strong followers by his side.
No matter what happened, Jiang Yu would be safe.
Coincidentally, Li Mo and Xiao Bing'er had just achieved great merit. They could ask Jiang Yu to be their tool and explore Lankashan together, ensuring both safety and opportunity.
“Hmm, let’s deal with him after Lankashan.”
Although the beautiful master was displeased with the Dayu prince, she still prioritized the safety of her precious disciples and Xiao Bing'er.
“…”
The teachers were indeed thorough in their considerations.
But Li Mo wasn’t actually worried about safety at Lankashan. After all, those strange phenomena were all manually added by him; it might not be that dangerous.
Moreover, the Holy Son of the Demon Cult and a group of their people would also be going to Lankashan.
The head of the Beast Hall called him “brother.”
The Holy Son of the Demon Cult had to call him “uncle.”
In Lankashan, it seemed that he wasn’t the one who needed to worry about personal safety.
Li Mo remained noncommittal, simply reassuring Old Xue.
Even with several people riding on the cloud, their speed didn’t slow down much. Soon, they could see Qingyuan from a distance.
Qingyuan Sect was now festooned with decorations, meticulously arranged, but it didn’t seem to be for the New Year.
Two large banners were hung on the main peak.
The first read:
“Congratulations to our sect’s Li Mo and Ying Bing for achieving fourth and fifth place respectively on the Potential Dragon List!”
The second stated:
“Welcome, His Highness the Prince, to our sect, to guide the work of defending Qingyuan Sect!”
This made Li Mo feel a sense of déjà vu, reminiscent of his high school days.
Li Mo gazed into the distance, his eyesight now exceptionally sharp.
In the distance, Ziyang Prefecture was also draped in silver, and he could vaguely see a small hotpot restaurant along the official road fifty miles away, bustling with business.
Chuchong and the others must have had a lively New Year.
The cloud landed at the mountain gate, and Old Xue headed to the main hall.
“You’re finally back!”
Shang Wu stretched and said, “I’m not alone anymore! Xiao Bing'er, shall we go soak in the hot springs?”
“Hot springs?”
Ying Bing lowered her eyes, and before she could respond, something suddenly came to her mind.
Shang Wu, the fighting champion of Qingyuan Sect, had been living in Qiushui Pavilion for so long...
(For details, refer to Qunyu Peak.)
“Li Mo, where are you going?”
“I’m heading to the Happy Sheep Hotpot restaurant to wish Chuchong a Happy New Year and see how big her glasses are.”
Ying Bing had also wanted to check on Chuchong.
But remembering the uncertain existence of the Schrödinger's Qiushui Pavilion, she wanted to hurry back and take a look.
“Then you go ahead. What about dinner?”
“I’ll be back for dinner.”
“Okay.”
Li Mo waved at her and stepped back onto the cloud.
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Meanwhile, at the Happy Sheep Hotpot restaurant, which was not far from Lankashan and renowned for its excellent flavor, it had become a favorite spot for both locals and passing jianghu guests.
On the first day of the New Year, business was booming.
“Hey, the strange phenomena at the bottom of Lankashan have calmed down. Is the legendary divine sword about to appear?”
“What divine sword? It’s clearly the relic of the Buddha.”
“Why bother with that? So many potential dragon prodigies, top experts on the list, and strong contenders are flocking there. What does it have to do with us?”
A bearded jianghu guest changed the subject.
What do people in the jianghu love to talk about the most?
It’s nothing but divine skills, divine weapons, heroic figures, and beautiful women.
In the Wind and Cloud Rankings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Hundred Flowers List was the most expensive because it had the most buyers.
“Tsk tsk, the top three on the Hundred Flowers List have changed. The first is still the queen, the second is still the master of the Penglai Star Sect, a top expert, and the third is actually her!”
“Cold Fairy has just passed her twenty-eighth year and hasn’t fully blossomed yet. How can she compare?”
“The heartless Yantian Sect, why don’t you post a picture?”
“Hey, the little Jiang girl at the hotpot restaurant, if she took off the cloth strip and her features were decent, she might make the list?”
“Why don’t you try taking it off?”
A mischievous jianghu guest egged on the bearded man at the same table.
“Little Jiang girl, bring us two more bottles of wine!”
The bearded man was a bit of a brute; after downing two cups, he completely forgot about Aunt Mei, who was sitting at the counter, looking at him with an unfriendly expression.
But Aunt Mei’s gaze suddenly froze.
Jiang Chuchong, holding two bottles of wine, had just reached the table of the bearded man. She hadn’t even set the bottles down before her body suddenly stiffened in place.
“Hmm?”
The bearded man was taken aback and turned to see a figure standing at the entrance.
Wearing a golden crown and a moon-white long robe, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his lips bore a hint of stubble, exuding an air of long-held authority.
The most striking feature was his deep-set eyes.
Double pupils.
In a daze, one might even think that the figure standing there was a dragon holding a divine sword.
Beside him stood two sword-wielding women, dressed in blue and pink robes respectively.
Seeing the young master squint his eyes, the pink-skirted sword attendant gripped her long sword tightly, her eyes shining with a piercing light.
“Ah, my head, my head!”
In a daze, the bearded man saw his own head flying away, feeling as if he were suffocating, clutching his neck and collapsing to the ground.
His companions, realizing they couldn’t afford to provoke this person, hurriedly lifted him and ran outside.
The murderous aura didn’t just target the bearded man; the hotpot restaurant emptied out in a hurry.
“Who taught you martial arts?”
The young master’s double pupils glinted like a cold blade, cutting through Jiang Chuchong.
“Your Highness!”
Aunt Mei quickly stood up, trembling with fear.
Jiang Chuchong, pale as a ghost, stubbornly tugged at Aunt Mei’s sleeve, lowering her head:
“Aunt Mei, we… we don’t know him.”
“The shop is closing today.”
She began wiping the tables, squatting down to pick up the scattered silver coins left by departing customers.
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