Chapter 438: Chapter 170: The Little Girl in the Matrix (6k)_2
Yan Xiaohu hurriedly said, his face full of excitement.
Zhou Qing squinted his eyes upon hearing this, his eyes flashing with a cold glint, and coldly snorted, "Cyan Wood City? It seems he is also curious about that token."
Yan Xiaohu said, "It should be, after all, the Young Master of Vast Mansion, Ke Shu, previously only asked our two clans about the token. At that time, the situation was a bit chaotic, and no one dared to go rashly, fearing an ambush from the other side."
"So much time has passed now, I guess they all want to see what kind of rare artifact that token is."
Zhou Qing looked down at the newly refined earth-yellow array flag, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes, and said, "In that case, what are we waiting for."
He then sent a message to Lu Yaoyao, and in no time, the girl came rushing over excitedly.
"Originally, Lei Luo was supposed to come, but recently his big brother Lei Lie has forced him into seclusion to cultivate a Thunder Element divine technique, so he can’t come with us. Should we call another person?"
Yan Xiaohu looked at Zhou Qing, suddenly feeling uncertain, especially since they were bringing Lu along.
Shi Zhen and Pei Yan just returned to the sect recently; if we team up, the success rate would be higher.
Lu Yaoyao put her hands on her hips, pouting angrily, "Senior Brother Yan, I’m really strong, okay!"
Yan Xiaohu chuckled, of course, you are strong.
When I was in the early Nascent Soul Realm, you were in the mid Golden Core Realm.
In a blink of an eye, now you are in the early Nascent Soul Realm, while I’m still where I started.
And the fourth one, even reached the late Nascent Soul Realm, which shows how much the initial trace of Heavenly Dao Qi impacts one’s progress over time.
"By the way, are you a Heaven Grade Nascent Soul or an Earth Grade Nascent Soul? What is the amplification of your nascent soul?" Yan Xiaohu suddenly remembered something and asked curiously.
After all, among the Heaven Grade Nascent Souls, including the top-ranked Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, there are only ten.
And the one Lu Yaoyao used should be Star Spirit, ranked twenty-sixth among the Heavenly Dao Qi, most likely an Earth Grade Nascent Soul, but definitely a top one.
"Not telling you!" Lu Yaoyao turned her head, saying proudly.
Yan Xiaohu snorted disdainfully, "Hmph, if you don’t want to tell me, then don’t. I don’t care to know anyway, hmph!"
Seeing their childish demeanor, Zhou Qing smiled slightly and comforted, "The three of us are enough. The more people, the more likely something will go wrong."
The reason for bringing Lu Yaoyao was, on one hand, apart from the Four Flowers Gathering at the Crown, she had some general understanding of her own situation, and they had cooperated many times before, so they were quite coordinated.
On the other hand, it was also a kind of lucky feeling; bringing this girl might bring good fortune.
With the team confirmed, the three of them wasted no time and set out immediately, heading straight for Cyan Wood City.
...
Cangyan Daoist Palace!
In the dim main hall, Palace Master Sikong Yan stood tall in a crimson robe, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
He stood quietly in the hall, seeming to merge with the darkness, only those eyes shone with a ghostly red light, staring intently at the array before him.
It was an array emitting a five-colored light, drawn on the ground with a peculiar trajectory, flowing mysteriously, revealing many mysterious patterns from time to time.
In the center of the array lay the corpse of a little girl.
She looked no more than five or six years old, as if she were merely sleeping, with fair skin and long black hair spread out on both sides.
She wore a plain white dress adorned with tiny flowers, her skirt slightly spread out, her hands folded over her belly, but the still chest cruelly declared the end of her life.
As the light of the array extended like threads, it weaved into the dark corners of the hall.
In the pitch-black shadows, indistinct figures in black robes with bronze masks appeared, standing like ghosts, their hollow eyesockets conveying an indescribable eerie terror.
"Palace Master, that person is here again!" A voice suddenly rose, followed by Wu Sha walking in slowly, bowing respectfully to Sikong Yan.
Sikong Yan’s brow furrowed slightly, and he spoke coldly, "Let him wait."
"But he is a prince..."
"Hmm?" Sikong Yan suddenly turned his head, a cold glint flashing in his ghostly eyes, causing the hall’s temperature to drop a few degrees.
Wu Sha’s face turned pale immediately, he knelt with a "thud" and trembled, hurriedly saying, "I was wrong!"
"I don’t like being told what to do, by anyone!" Sikong Yan said coldly.
Wu Sha was so frightened that he didn’t dare breathe, keeping his head lowered, his body still trembling, deeply regretting in his heart.
Time passed slowly, and after a long while, Sikong Yan flicked his sleeve and turned away.
Wu Sha wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried to follow.
...
Five days later, the three finally arrived at a remote town called Yunlan Town.
Returning to an old place, they were still received by the same three elderly outer sect disciples with white hair.
Though they were only at the fifth or sixth layer of Qi Condensation, surviving the turbulent environment of the Five Sects War is a kind of luck in itself, sometimes staying in a remote place, away from disputes, might be a blessing in disguise.
"Greetings, Senior Brothers and Senior Sister!"
The three of them were excited, hurrying to prepare.