Chapter 58: The Golden Tent

  Run wildly.

  In the meantime, Qingmo woke up again, and his eyes faintly showed a hint of returning light, softly saying to Liang Xin: "If we can't make it in time, it's okay..."

  Not long after, they should have already entered the territory of another shaman. The black-robed shaman who was following them started to perform a ritual dance while running, and soon after, seven or eight whirlwinds of black wind came from the depths of the grassland. After a series of wails and howls, the shamans who had arrived in haste wrapped everyone in the black winds, suddenly increasing their speed by a lot.

  The further you walk into the grassland, the more black storms there are, until they finally gather together to form a vast expanse that covers the sky, majestic and awe-inspiring.

  On their way, Liang Xin told Zheng Xiaodao everything that had happened after he fainted.

  Zheng Xiaodao's eyes suddenly turned bright red, his teeth chattering with a "keke" sound, able to hold back tears but unable to stop the flow of water. Just as Liang Xin was about to comfort him, Zheng Xiaodao took a deep breath, wiped away his tears and revealed a somewhat awkward smile: "In Tongchuan City, everyone is my acquaintance, every single one of them under Tian Ce Men are my brothers, they're dead, I cry until the sky falls apart but it's still useless!"

  As he spoke, Zheng Xiaodao really raised his head and looked up at the sky through the dark wind: "This debt has been settled." After finishing speaking, he actually returned to normal and refused to linger or curse again.

  A group of people whizzed by like lightning on the grassland, after an unknown amount of time, the black wind around them suddenly dispersed. At this moment, more than a hundred witches gathered, all of whom had retracted their magic, with respectful faces and bowed heads standing solemnly, facing a small, unremarkable tent not far away from the crowd.

  The black-robed wizard who had appeared earliest made a gesture to Liang Xin, and Liang Xin understood, handing the evil bow over to him.

  The black-robed wizard raised his evil bow with both hands above his head, bowed and walked to the front of the tent, saying something loudly.

  A moment later, the flap of the tent was lifted and an old man with a goat beard appeared at the entrance.

  An elderly man appeared, and all the wizards present bowed their bodies and paid homage, undoubtedly the Grand Wizard.

  Liáng Xīn had never seen anyone age like this before...

  The grand sorcerer's face had no wrinkles, because he was too thin, just like a mummy, with skin tightly stretched over his bones. His skin had no luster at all, so the old man didn't have any vitality, and didn't look like a living person at all. Only his deep-set eyes, which turned occasionally, showed a hint of life.

  Zheng Xiaodao secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the gaunt, thin, and seemingly dead man wearing a dirty sheepskin robe, as if hung on a bamboo pole... This string of mismatched characteristics combined to form the leader of the grassland shaman, the great sorcerer with divine powers.

  Dà Sī Wū stretched out his hand to take over the 'Cí Bēi Gōng', using the flipped oily sleeve mouth to carefully wipe the bow, and immediately turned his gaze, sweeping across all the people on the scene, suddenly raising his hand to hold the bow high!

  ……

  The wizards all lowered their heads, no one dared to look at the Grand Wizard, no one saw his excitement, and naturally there was no cheering. The old man blinked twice, honestly holding the Compassionate Bow in his arms, nodding stiffly towards Liang Xin, and said: "Follow me inside."

  Dà Sī Wū spoke in Mandarin, his tone slightly stiff, but his voice was smooth and pleasant to listen to, like the singing voice of a grassland herdsman, vast yet gentle.

  Liang Xin was overjoyed, hastily hugging Qing Mo and quickly walking over. Zheng Xiaodao hesitated for a moment before awkwardly climbing down from Dazuo's body and following Liang Xin into the tent.

  As soon as they entered the tent, the two people felt that it was full of treasures and beautiful colors, with a vast space inside that seemed to stretch on forever.

  Not only that, but there was no other decoration in the tent. Everywhere you looked, it was all gold: gold bricks, gold coins, gold sand, and gold carvings... The most dazzling thing was a large golden tree, shining brightly, making people almost dare not look directly at it.

  The old shaman spent his whole life practicing magic, but he only liked gold, no matter what style, as long as he saw the glittering color, he couldn't move his eyes away. All the gold he collected in this lifetime was placed in his tent, and no matter what he did, as long as there was gold by his side, the old man felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

  Liang Xin Gu couldn't think of anything else, so he hugged Qing Mo and took two steps forward. Before he could even beg for mercy, the old man spoke up: "Girl, you're saved." After saying that, he reached out with his right hand, pinched a black air current in mid-air with his thumb and index finger, and then touched it to Qing Mo's forehead.

  A black air flashed and entered into the forehead of Qingmo, and then disappeared without a trace.

  Qingmo's breathing calmed down immediately, although his face was still pale and frightening, the pain between his eyebrows had eased a lot. Da Siwu made a gesture, Liang Xin understood, and carefully placed Qingmo on a golden couch after searching around the room.

  The corner of Da Si Wu's mouth twitched imperceptibly, his heart aching for his treasured golden bed, as if the dark ink could swallow up such a large piece of gold.

  Liang Xin saw Qingmo sleeping peacefully and suddenly felt at ease. He bowed respectfully to Da Siwu: "Thank you..."

  The Grand Marshal waved his hand, interrupting him: "I only said there's a chance to save her, but I haven't agreed to take action yet. If you want her to live, you need to agree to one thing." He paused for a moment, then changed the subject: "This little girl's wound has been suppressed by me and won't be fatal within thirty days. What I want you to do is... bring back your master's head within thirty days."

  Liáng Xīn was shocked and pale, then burst out laughing in extreme anger: "Are you crazy?!"

  The grand inquisitor still looked like a mummy, his face expressionless, unable to tell if he was angry or resentful. His voice was melodious and pleasant to hear, but the tone was flat and lacked any ups and downs: "If you don't kill him, he will eventually devour you. After all, you are just a supplement he raised, you go and kill him, not only can you save your own life, I will also relieve my hatred, and can even save this girl's life, it's a win-win situation for everyone."

  Liáng Xīn felt a bit off, his Master Gourd was greedy and fond of wine, but he didn't like meaty smells...

  As expected, Da Si Wu continued: "That old bat uses Gu to feed on humans and suck their essence and blood. His entire cultivation is based on this... You have a good heart..."

  At this point, Liang Xin was thoroughly convinced, let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, shook his head and smiled: "Senior is mistaken, my teacher isn't a bat."

  "Of course it's not a bat, I'm talking about his appearance."

  "It doesn't look like a bat."

  The arrogant and unreasonable Da Si Wu said, "A high-ranking cultivator like him can easily change his appearance with a flick of his wrist. He has committed countless evils and has also made an enemy out of me. If he still dares to show off in his original form, that would be truly strange!"

  Liang Xin snorted and stopped asking him questions one by one, blurting out his own origin. Da Si Wu finally closed his mouth, and after a moment, he muttered: "If he himself turned into a monkey... it's possible, but to turn an entire mountain valley of monkeys, that's a bit off."

  Liang Xin burst out laughing and shook his head: "It's not that it doesn't feel right, it's just fundamentally wrong. My master is the Tianyuan Demon King of Kunlun Mountain, no mistake about it."

  The expression of the Grand Inquisitor finally relaxed, and there was a hint of confusion in his tone: "Isn't he the disciple of Old Bat? I heard from Wurihan about your fight, where did your Gu technique come from? And what about the Gu insect marks on your body?" As he spoke, he pointed to the seven insect marks quietly lying on Liang Xin's chest.

  Liáng Xīn also knew that this time's 'receiving the Gu' was strange, the Gu insect had turned into a dry insect, the insect mark on his chest, the true yuan of the star chart, and after finishing the battle, he didn't feel weak or limp, nor did he suffer any backlash. For now, Qingmo was temporarily fine, so he simply recounted the whole process of receiving the Gu from start to finish.

  Dai Siwu listened attentively, constantly interjecting with questions, not only about the situation at the time but also about Liang Xin's skills and Yuan Ji, until finally Liang Xin straightforwardly recounted his experiences on Ku Nai Mountain in detail, including the transmission of Jade Stone Double Kill and Gourd without leaving out a single word.

  After Liang Xin finished telling everything in detail, Da Si Wu finally showed a smile: "I understand."

  Following the old man's lead, they closed their eyes and ignored them, without any intention of intervening to save Qing Mo.

  Liang Xin and Zheng Xiaodao stared at each other, after a while, the two young men couldn't help but speak up at the same time. Liang Xin asked cautiously: "Da Si Wu, my sister's injury..."

  "What exactly did you understand?"

  The grand witch's face was expressionless, ignoring everything, looking as if she had been dead for a thousand years...