690: After modification: Chapter 46 Undercurrent_2 690: After modification: Chapter 46 Undercurrent_2 “Senior Brother Yan is indeed extremely cautious.”
Qin Qianlian looked at the figure in front of him and subconsciously frowned.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted upon seeing this figure tainted with the aura of evil spirits.
Qin Qianlian mocked, “A mere incarnation of the Yin Yang Mirror…
Is such caution necessary?
This time heading south, besides Wu Zhexian, there are no other Yang Gods.”
Yan Xie heard the sarcasm in Qin Qianlian’s words.
He laughed indifferently, “Given the gravity of the matter, caution is warranted.
having someone who once ascended to the Yang God realm by your side necessitates some prudence, doesn’t it?”
Qin Qianlian turned around, looking toward the small mountain peak.
At the spot where the moonlight was most abundant, at the resonance of spiritual energy from Tiger Creek Cave Heaven, lying on a bamboo chair, a Daoist-robed child was breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.
“True Master Jun Shan is now merely in the Cave Heaven Realm…”
Qin Qianlian said lightly, “This small mountain is entirely within my divine thought’s control.
I deliberately came to the foot of the mountain to show consideration; you can reveal yourself without concern.”
In response, Yan Xie simply smiled and said no more.
Qin Qianlian did not continue the topic either.
“By right, Xie Zhen should not have detected any anomaly in the Three Great Sects’ guiding envoys.”
Yan Xie stood in the shadows, deep in thought, “If it weren’t for today’s events, everything would have proceeded as planned…”
“There always have to be some variables in this world.”
Qin Qianlian didn’t mind, saying casually, “The meeting within the Imperial Clan Order is still ongoing, and those inspectors are discussing the specific delay of the South Border expedition, which might be three days or five days.
They are contacting Ren Shou Palace, hoping Great Chu can send another Yang God to ensure the extermination plan goes smoothly.”
“You are right, there always have to be some variables in this world.
But some variables shouldn’t occur and need to be eliminated.”
Yan Xie shook his head and softly said, “I wish for Junior Brother to become the Qin Family Master soon.
You should want that as well, shouldn’t you?”
Qin Qianlian remained silent.
“Three days or five days might seem short, but for this day, some have been planning for many years.
Some things shouldn’t be delayed for even a day.”
Suddently lifting his head, Yan Xie smiled, “What do you intend to do?” Qin Qianlian asked calmly.
“I need to leave briefly, you maintain the situation for now.”
The man standing in the shadows slowly stepped back.
He looked towards the direction of Qin Qianlian, his gaze falling on Qingfu Mountain, which was shrouded by Tiger Creek Cave Heaven, gradually moving upward, finally stopping at the bamboo building at the peak.
I feel as if I’m being watched.”
Yan Xie rubbed his forehead, lightly sighed, “True Master Jun Shan is now only in the Cave Heaven Realm.
I hope this is just an illusion.”
“Of course, it is an illusion.”
Qin Qianlian sneered, “Even if True Master Jun Shan ascended to the Yin God realm before his departure, with his current cultivation, he shouldn’t be able to perceive your presence.”
You’re right, I was overthinking.”
Yan Xie smiled and continued to retreat, eventually disappearing into the shadows completely.
Qin Qianlian stood in the stream, gazing contemplatively at the distant miasma-filled shadows.
The stream regained its tranquility, yet under the moonlit water, the silhouette cast by himself continued to shatter constantly.
A dark current was converging, surging beneath the surface.
In the bamboo building atop Qingfu Mountain, the Daoist-robed child who had been resting with eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, revealing a clear and alert gaze untouched by weariness.
The Southern Border Land was pitch black after nightfall.
However, the Pure White Mountain Realm was silver-white as day, with the majestic Holy Mountain standing tall, and white papers fluttering like snow.
“Xiang Ba,” who was patrolling near the Mountain Realm, suddenly received a message from the Taoist Leader, instructing him not to be on guard for the upcoming “guest”…
Xiang Ba was puzzled.
Where would a guest come from in the Pure White Mountain?
He had just torn apart a Yin Mountain cultivator who had no eyes a few days ago.
Now enemies were pressing in on all sides, Great Chu treasure ships were sailing one after another into the Southern Border and stationing here.
Today, he had sensed over twenty Yin God presences, none with good intentions!
He was sure these guys were all here to bring down Pure White Mountain!
At the boundary where black and silver-white intertwined, a long line of shadows like ink appeared.
The long line was very fast, like wind and thunder, yet without making a sound, it shot straight toward Pure White Mountain.
Xiang Ba hesitated, unsure whether he should intercept it, when Mo Si appeared on the other side of the mountain realm.
Mo Si did not cut off the long line.
Instead, he paralleled it.
Thus, the shadow moving like wind and thunder revealed its form, a young man in a Black Feather Cloak with a cane.
Yan Xie has arrived?”
Mo Si, who had also received the Taoist Leader’s message, gently confirmed the identity of the visitor before allowing him to pass.
Yan Xie transformed into shadows again and slipped into Pure White Mountain.
Xiang Ba, approaching slowly, looked curiously at the departing figure, “Is that guy the guest instructed by the Taoist Leader?”
Mo Si nodded faintly.
Xiang Ba scratched his head and earnestly asked, “Is that guy human?”
This question seemed ambiguous, but in the Pure White Mountain Realm, it was not hard to understand.
“Since he is a guest, why care about such things…”
Mo Si reprimanded in a low voice, “Whether he is human or not is unimportant, what matters is that the Taoist Leader is willing to see him.”
“Fourth Brother misunderstood, I seem to have heard his name before.”
Xiang Ba grinned, “Recently, when the Taoist Leader took me wandering outside the territory, I heard storytellers mention the past of the Taoist sect.
They said Yan Xie was once a favored prodigy in the Taoist sect, but because he wanted to have a showdown with Chen Jingxuan, he stole the Yin Yang Mirror and became a traitor of the Taoist sect.”
Mo Si raised an eyebrow, looking a bit surprised at his tall companion.
Among many transformed brothers.
The Heavenly Phenomenon Drum had transformed last, thus had the lowest spirit enlightenment, always being a bit dim-witted usually, but surprisingly remembered such a detail.
Mo Si said with satisfaction, “Just now, that was the Taoist traitor you heard of from the storytellers.”
“But I find it strange…”
Xiang Ba scratched his head, “The storyteller said that Yan Xie was in confinement for ten years by the Taoist sect.”
“That indeed happened.
What’s strange about it?” Mo Si smiled slightly.
“Since Yan Xie was a favored prodigy, why was he punished with ten years of confinement just for stealing a treasure…”
Xiang Ba muttered, “If he were originally meant to be the Pavilion Master of Longevity House, what harm would it do to use this treasure?”
“The victor becomes king, borrowing the Yin Yang Mirror may not have been wrong.”
Mo Si said softly, “The mistake was borrowing the Yin Yang Mirror and still losing to Chen Jingxuan, this was the biggest mistake.”
The Taoist sect was now the number one sect in the world.
Great True Master Chong Kan presided over the seven pavilions, highly valuing reputation.
If he had won against Chen Jingxuan.
Then the Yin Yang Mirror, given early to the future Pavilion Master of Longevity House, would have been fine.
Xiang Ba grinned, “Fourth Brother, you are smart.
I thought it was because this guy broke the Yin Yang Mirror.”
He looked at his tall companion with a strange expression.
“Broke the Yin Yang Mirror?”
In the stories he’d heard, there was no such version…
But thinking back, since the ten-year confinement started, the Taoist sect’s Yin Yang Mirror hadn’t been seen again.
Yan Xie was the most cherished disciple of the Pavilion Master of Longevity House.
For stealing a treasure and losing a private duel, being punished with confinement was reasonable enough.
But after ten years of confinement, he was immediately expelled from the Taoist sect…
Was this punishment too severe?
Mo Si whispered, “Breaking the Yin Yang Mirror…
Where did you hear this?”
Xiang Ba was stunned, then said, “I guessed it myself.”
He cautiously watched his brother’s expression, murmuring in a low voice, “Such a severe punishment…
If it were our Pure White Mountain, the only explanation for such a punishment would be the total shattering and irreparable Yin Yang Mirror.”
(PS: This chapter serves as a supplement; there will be another in the afternoon~ Asking for a monthly ticket~)