"Lord Xu is in trouble!"
Chen Ying, who was granted the title of Ninth-rank Marquis in the third year of Great Xia, had long established the Chen Family’s ancestral rites, so he was well aware of the Ancestral Spirit Tablet. Upon seeing Xu Ning’s tablet glowing so dimly, he imdiately realized sothing was wrong.
"Wait, I rember that Qinghepu is directly east of Baiyang, right?"
"That’s correct; it’s due east."
Upon hearing Xia Chuan’s question, Chen Ying imdiately nodded in response. Then, seeing the faint light on the Ancestral Spirit Tablet, he promptly reacted.
"Is the light on Lord Xu’s Ancestral Spirit Tablet pointing north?"
At this point, Xu An also realized, his expression suddenly brightening.
The light emitted by the Ancestral Spirit Tablet is directional; it points to the location of its owner. Since Qinghepu is east of Baiyang, and the tablet’s light is currently pointing north, it ans...
"Big brother is to the north, not in Qinghepu!"
"You co with to search."
Xia Chuan acted decisively, and after speaking, he took Xu An and Chen Ying, following the direction indicated by the Ancestral Spirit Tablet, out of Baiyang Station, speeding north.
Baiyang Station is located on the eastern side of Songyang Ridge. Going north for another seven or eight kiloters, you reach the southern cliffs of Twin Dragon Mountain, so this area is not large.
The three raced north through the Snow Forest, quickly locating a large tree based on the Ancestral Spirit Tablet’s direction.
At the mont they found the tree, the expressions of Xia Chuan and his companions changed drastically.
In the fork at the top of the tree lay an unconscious man in black, with a low-level Snow Mane, about three to four ters long, using its Blood Basin mouth to continuously gnaw at the black-clad man’s legs.
The man’s skin mbrane appeared exceptionally hard; the Snow Mane snorted and gnawed several tis but couldn’t bite through his legs.
"Vile creature, stop now!"
From a distance, Xu An recognized the black-clad man’s appearance, confird it was his big brother Xu Ning, and imdiately beca furious, pulling out a silver Knife from his waist and leaping fiercely towards the tree.
Splat...
How could a low-level Snow Mane withstand an enraged Xu An’s attack?
The Snow Mane hadn’t even finished snarling before its head was severed.
Xu An scooped up his unconscious brother and jumped down from the tree.
"Big brother, how are you?"
"Big brother, wake up..."
...
"He’s unconscious and won’t wake up. Let take a look first."
Seeing that Xu An had lost his reason, Xia Chuan imdiately called him back to his senses, then squatted in front of Xu Ning to examine his injuries.
After checking, Xia Chuan’s expression tightened, and a look of perplexity appeared in his pupils.
There was blood on Xu Ning’s left cheek, clearly having flowed from his eye. Besides this, the only other marks were tooth prints left by that low-level Snow Mane on his legs.
Xu Ning already had Late-stage Cold Resistance Cultivation. Even lying still, a low-level Snow Mane couldn’t pierce his skin mbrane. Those tooth marks were likely the result of it gnawing for a long ti.
Other than that, surprisingly, there were no other wounds on his body at all.
After contemplating for a mont, Xia Chuan gently used his fingers to pry open Xu Ning’s left eye.
"No injury?"
Seeing that Xu Ning’s left eye pupil had beco incredibly cloudy, but was otherwise intact, Xia Chuan beca even more puzzled.
"Minister, my brother seems to be holding sothing in his hand!"
Upon Xu An’s reminder, Xia Chuan imdiately noticed Xu Ning’s hand gripping a piece of black cloth, which looked like it had been torn from clothing. As he gently tugged at the fabric scrap, a look of surprise flickered in his eyes.
He couldn’t pull it free!
This proved that before losing consciousness, Xu Ning was gripping this piece of black cloth tightly, and even now, in his unconscious state, he subconsciously didn’t want to let go.
What is this black cloth?
With a slight effort, Xia Chuan pulled the black cloth from Xu Ning’s hand and unfolded it.
The black cloth was densely covered in five lines of red characters, clearly written with a blood-dipped finger. The handwriting was wobbly and sloppy, indicating it was written in great haste and with much urgency.
[Dajue Temple, Five Great Masters]
[Zen Temple, more than five thousand Grey-clothed Bhikkhus with Hair, Three-maned strength]
[Eight hundred White-robed Formal Bhikkhus, over twenty manes]
[Nine Towns have already acted in Qinghe Village; Jiangxia Town’s Army Chief, Xiahou Zhang, was defeated by the Vajra Master]
[Great Awakening Hall of Chilong Lake, phosphorescent green pupils, et their gaze and die]
Upon reading the content of these five lines written in blood, Xia Chuan’s expression changed instantly.
"Take Xu Ning back imdiately, quickly!"
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