Chapter 641: Chapter 553 Hankawa_3 Chapter 641: Chapter 553 Hankawa_3 Although Morita Michihiro said so, Roger could essentially deduce that his judgment was correct.
Guardian Spirit, Soul of the Cultivator, Container.
All three were indispensable.
Just like Morita Michihiro had said, it was very likely that one of these issues had already been resolved, hence, the remaining two were crucial.
Roger’s mind began to race.
Centuries of inheritance, collecting through countless battles, even without a so-called secret team, the number of Faction Secret Manuals in the hands of the Yatagarasu Clan must be huge!
He had to get it, he absolutely needed to find a way to get it!
Roger was calculating in his mind.
He had a premonition that if he could absorb the experience of these factions, his Sword Seal deduction would surely reach a new level!
Higurashi Senka was still in a deep slumber, but her complexion had visibly improved. The carriage quickly fell silent, with no one in the mood to converse. They could only hear the sounds from beneath the floorboards and the piteous screams of the Wheel Mononoke.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Kensumi’s voice suddenly came from outside.
“Everyone, we have arrived.”
Roger was the first to step out and as he looked up, he saw a expanse of pure whiteness.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, the deep night wrapped around it, leaving only a faint ring of light.
The pristine moonlight cascaded down, and as Roger exhaled a breath, the cold wind was biting, and the moonlight draped a layer of pale green over the snow.
Though it was cold, this seemed to induce a feeling of being on the verge of an ethereal ascension.
“It’s a beautiful view,” Roger remarked.
“After waiting for so long, I hope you can still say that,” said Yatagarasu Kensumi next to him, clearly not as taken with the scenery.
Morita’s complexion turned even grimmer after getting off the carriage. A murmur reached Roger’s ears, “This is the core of the Yatagarasu Clan.”
He knew that the chances of escaping from this place were almost nil.
“Let’s go, the night is long, and there is much to be arranged.”
The group was now on the mountainside of a Snow Mountain, from where they could vaguely see a city at a distance below, and above them lay a staircase paved with Blackstone.
The black steps contrasted sharply with the white snow, and if viewed from above, it resembled a Black Dragon meandering upwards along the Snow Mountain.
Ascending the mountain at this time was impossible. Yatagarasu Kensumi led the group to a separate residence at the mountainside. As they approached the courtyard, Roger noticed the murals on the courtyard walls.
As they got closer, the figures in the murals turned to look sideways, featuring strange creatures with heads as big as buckets but slender bodies, and Monsters with tiger-skin patterns but wrinkly, water-speckled skin.
Even as they opened the door, a huge eyeball emerged on it.
The bricks on the ground, the trees beside it, the walls inside the courtyard, everything that met the eye was abnormal.
This place seemed not so much a Sword Pavilion, but more like a special exhibition room.
Yatagarasu Kensumi stood before a door, looking at Roger and Yukiko, “This is your room, go inside.”
Roger was slightly startled. Their private communication had always been through Spiritual Power; could someone have eavesdropped?
Before he could ask, he heard Yatagarasu Kensumi continue, “I don’t need to remind you, do I?”
“There are countless eyes watching around this courtyard. If you like to be watched while doing certain things, please be my guest.”
“Of course, whatever a husband and wife do is normal,” he said, sporting a bizarre smile.