Chapter 49

  After the camera array, the chaos among the people finally stabilized temporarily. The injured in the underground palace had also notified their families to come and search for them. Originally thinking that they would never see their loved ones again, they were able to reunite, and these family members were both delighted and grateful, spontaneously kneeling down towards the direction of Tiandai Mountain to thank them.

  Here is the translation:

  With this, the disturbance of the Three Pings Dao has temporarily come to an end, and Dao Jing's feelings of guilt and shame have finally been alleviated. He ordered Shu Qi and He Yue and Chuan to return first and assist Gu Zhu Gong in examining the people who had passed the test for moral character. Cheng Fu displayed his divine powers, and Dao Jing increased his good impression and trust in him by two parts, leaving him to handle the follow-up matters. He Jun, although fond of showing off, was also a reliable person when it came to getting things done, and it turned out that his unruly temperament was somewhat similar to Meng Mu's, no wonder the two hit it off immediately.

  The two of them spent their cultivation in vain, and had no choice but to calm down and rest. For a while, they were less restrained, spending the whole day wandering around, and at night, they would run to the rooftop to drink wine under the moonlight.

  "Affected elegance!" Under the eaves, Dao Jing sat cross-legged and breathed out, his heart full of hatred. With a flick of his finger, a sword light pierced through the tiles and accurately shattered the wine jug in Meng Mu's hand.

  "Is this the young master's room?!?!?!"

  Meng Mu: "Haha, I know"

  “……”

  After daybreak, Hei and Matsuo returned from their vigil on the mountain, bringing with them a handwritten letter from Ma Mingxin.

  The pale moonlight on the silk banner, the clear and elegant handwriting, and the light red seal all reveal that the person who wrote this lacks vigor.

  After reading this letter, Dao Jing silently corrected it in his heart as: "The will is willing but the strength is insufficient."

  Sanping Tao's ritual officer, once out of Wu Yue, seemed to have entered the sea and disappeared without a trace. He Zong stayed in Xiuyue Mountain for a few days and could prove that Ma Ming Sheng had indeed done his best. However, the Northern Emperor decreed that this disaster originated from the borders of Wu Yue, and Tiantai Mountain had an inescapable responsibility. Since it was not under the jurisdiction of Leiting Tao, he should take personal action to quell the disturbance. To avoid harming innocent people, Leiting Tao had the right to supervise, or could assist a little.

  Dao Jing's plan fell through, but since they had vanished without a trace, there was no need to rush. At this moment, by his side were He Jun, Meng Mu, Lu Jian and He Song. Which of these people could be used?

  Meng Mu and Lu Jian certainly wouldn't leave his side, nor could they be sent to handle this matter. He and Jun had been following up on all the big and small affairs of Qingji County from start to finish, so he couldn't go either. Only...

  He Mo felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Dao Jing's expectant gaze, and subconsciously took a step back, but the person behind him was someone he could rely on...

  "How about Yue?"

  "He has returned to the mountain and is assisting Princess Guzhu in managing the moral examination"

  "Sir, He Jun would definitely be more willing to go, otherwise I'll go back and call someone else?"

  Although Mu Mu had been watching from the side, she really couldn't listen anymore. She endured and endured, but still couldn't help but interrupt, "I'm telling you, your airs are quite big! You're like this even in front of your master, Xuan Yi Upper Immortal?"

  He's face suddenly darkened, his whole body bursting with energy, Dao Jing's silk handkerchief was almost blown away, a chill ran from the soles of everyone's feet to the top of their heads, and they couldn't help but huddle together.

  Dao Jing exerted himself to stabilize the situation, his expression calm and collected, but his tone was firm and left no room for doubt. "Alright, you can go back to the mountain and exchange with He Yue."

  "…!" He snorted and stared at Dao Jing with a dangerous glint in his eyes, then turned around and walked away after letting out a cold hum.

  Everyone saw him leave and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he stopped at the door, stretched out his slender arm, and beckoned to Meng Mu with a hooked finger.

  "Come out!"

  "Hah? What's with you? Want to compare notes with me?" Meng Mu was enraged by his provocative expression, raised his long knife and walked out in big strides.

  "Stop right there!" Dao Jing hastily called out to him, although He Mian rarely took action, his abilities were extremely clear to Dao Jing, and he was probably not inferior to He Yue. With He Mian's skills, it was likely that he wouldn't be able to gain anything from him.

  "Don't worry, my young master." Meng Mu turned his head and looked at He Song with a sideways glance, saying in a mysterious tone: "You want to try? I'm not particular about it, but it would be more interesting if we bet on something. What do you say?"

  "Come on!" With a flourish of his hand and a flick of his sleeve, he strode forward fearlessly.

  "Alright! Let's bet on this task. If I lose, I'll go in your place. But if you lose..."

  "I will certainly not betray the young master's trust!"

  Seeing these two people already set up their starting poses, Dao Jing covered his forehead and turned away, sighing in his heart: "What a mess!"

  His hands grasped the feather duster, soft and flexible, his best weapon for controlling the wind. Before he even made a move, the air beside him began to stir. The morning sun's radiance dimmed, and clouds suddenly rose in the sky, gathering above this small courtyard.

  The sharp blade in Meng Mu's hand was just an ordinary sword, and he didn't care much about the opponent's strong pressure, with a posture of "come if you come, who fears who".

  As soon as the two of them clashed, it was immediately apparent that there was a gap in their abilities. Although their weapons were sharp, the magnitude of their power still depended on the cultivator's own skills. He Song's movements were light and agile, flashing and dodging with an ethereal dance-like quality, his eyes shining with confidence as if he had already grasped victory.

  The wind was invisible, but the sharpness of the wind forced everyone in the house to cover their faces and retreat. Not to mention Meng Mu, who was on the battlefield. He swung his long knife, and the ordinary iron seemed to be tempered at this moment, emitting a green glow that instantly split open a gap in the whirlwind that had trapped him.

  Meng Mu jumped out of the wind circle, his figure had not yet stabilized before he rushed towards He Song. The big knife swung through the air. Suddenly, a green light flashed in mid-air, chopping straight at He Song who was changing finger gestures!

  Dao Jing's hand holding the silk handkerchief suddenly tightened.

  But just as the sword's light flashed down, Hei Long's figure vanished.

  No one could see him again, in the whistling swirling wind, there was only a golden white light, silently transformed into a whirlwind, barely appearing behind Mongmu's body that had not yet fallen to the ground.

  But just as he was about to make his move, a wall of earth suddenly rose up from the ground, blocking his way. Meng Mu's magical powers were no match for He Song's, but fortunately, his rich combat experience allowed him to withstand the attack with a flurry of messy moves.

  The earth wall was like a giant dragon, forcing the whirlwind to retreat. He Xuan emerged from his body shape, waving his sleeve to collect the wind energy into his arms, closed his eyes and recited a short incantation. Suddenly opening his eyes, he saw the invisible wind energy transformed into visible sword light, rushing straight out, and crashing into the earth wall with a loud noise!

  For a moment, the small courtyard seemed to be lifted up, with sand, stone and mud wrapped in the fierce sword wind, re-gathering into an array, instantly forcing Meng Mu to retreat repeatedly.

  In the dimly lit sky and earth, the wind sounded like a lion's roar. Mengmu poured his spiritual energy into his long knife and struck it at Lifu with all his might, shattering the iron sword instantly. His own weapon was destroyed, and even if he had a thousand methods, he couldn't overcome this tangible wall of wind. Further back was a courtyard wall as high as a person; escaping over the wall would mean defeat.

  It's now unavoidable.

  With a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, his figure fluttered and pushed the wind array, and the dust was mercilessly beaten out with the last blow!

  Suddenly everything in front of him seemed to pause for a moment, and when he reacted, he suddenly found a silver-white light arrow piercing through the wind array, rushing straight towards himself!

  It was originally a done deal, and the final blow was extremely swift. Even if he forcibly froze his body at this moment, he would no longer have the ability to dodge!

  Just as the long arrow was about to pierce his chest, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed in from another direction, striking down the divine arrow with a loud crash. The spiritual energy shook violently, and the ground split open with a deep chasm!

  Kazuma was blown away by this powerful force and tumbled through the air several times before barely stabilizing his figure.

  The dust settles, and the dirt falls to the ground.

  At the moment when the wind dissipated, a figure emerged at the other end of the small courtyard. The person stood proudly on the wall, holding the Golden Horned Divine Bow in their hand.

  At that moment, Song only felt his breath stagnate, and he let out an unbelievable cry of surprise, "Chang You?!"

  "Fantastic, truly fantastic!" Dao Jing walked out and stood under the eaves, completely ignoring the small courtyard that was now unrecognizable, and gave two encouraging applause.

  He looked at Meng Mu and said with a pretended air of dissatisfaction: "Your victory is not glorious, it doesn't count as a win."

  "Ahaha" Mōmū was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood, and politely bowed to Kazuto: "Lord Kazuto, I concede!"

  He Ping's gaze kept shifting between him and Dao Jing, his expression uncertain, with a mix of shock, unwillingness, and confusion...

  After a long time, he finally calmed down and bowed his head to Da Jing, "Thank you for saving me, He Song has lost, I will definitely keep my promise and serve you!"

  A gentle and calm smile, "Then trouble you, be more careful when you're outside, contact me anytime if there's any progress"

  He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the suddenly tall figure of his own young master, as if to confirm the authenticity of this person.

  Her gaze made Jing's eyebrows twitch involuntarily, and she couldn't help but ask out loud: "What?"

  "Affirmative... Roger that!"

  "Go..." Before He and Song could lift their heads, Dao Jing had already waved his sleeve and disappeared under the eaves.

  As he walked out of the hospital, Song's face suddenly turned very unsightly and his expression was urgent. He raised his head to gaze up at the towering Tiandai Mountain standing serenely amidst the floating clouds, his eyes deep with thought.

  Long fingers gathered at the edge of his lips, and his loose mouth murmured a few words.

  As Meng Mu walked over with his feet on the wall, he saw a young man in white clothes and black sleeves push something out of his hand, which floated away with the wind, heading straight for the rooftop.

  It was actually a white-handled black-edged feather!

  "Freak!"

  Mengmu plunged down, deliberately only looking at the gray wall in front of him, as if wanting to have a profound conversation with it.

  "Haha, just the other day I happened to hear someone say that Sanping Island's magic comes from the Meng family in Nanjiang, maybe we can find something there too"

  He stopped in his tracks and couldn't help but turn around to take a look at him. The man's hair was disheveled, and he was covered in dust from head to toe, looking utterly wretched.

  Although the two people brought back by the young master this time are of unknown origin, Lu Jian has already obtained the owner's tacit consent and is a kind-hearted, simple-minded and harmless person who can be trusted.

  As for this one... from a calm and peaceful perspective, this person's origins are unknown, their words and actions are sloppy, and they have a somewhat plebeian air about them, making it difficult for them to enter the realm of elegance. Moreover, although their magical powers are not strong, they were barely able to hold their own in our earlier exchange, and while they may not have been entirely composed, they did manage to remain calm in the face of danger; even when they finally resorted to using a divine artifact, it was because they had been forced into a corner.

  Yes, Song Cheng admitted that he had not shown mercy in the previous contest, and even had a flash of murderous intent! The TianTai Mountain has been calm for a long time, but in his heart, this peaceful day is still not long enough. Now, with the situation being delicate, it's even more impossible to leave any variables behind.

  Kill anyone who is not of our kind!

  Although so, Gongzi's mind was resolute, he must have seen through it in the end and decisively used the wind and thunder to stop the battle. He also pretended to scold Mengmu, but actually helped him turn around.

  He Changyu couldn't help but smile wryly and said in a soft voice, "Although Zhang You has the merit of breaking through the formation, he doesn't have the benefit of taking lives. The young master bears a heavy responsibility, his safety affects countless people, you... take care of yourself."

  Jin Chao Mama 2014/09/28 0:55