"Living in seclusion in the hills and fields, naturally no one recognizes , a naless and surnaless snake from the wilds."
When Yun Hao was asked about his identity, he wasn't the least bit flustered and fabricated the identity of a reclusive snake with just a few words.
The white-bearded old man actually didn't suspect a thing, stroked his beard imposingly, and warned, "Since you have co to this bustling world, you must abide by the rules. If you dare to do sothing that harms the heavens and reason, I will personally slay you!"
After issuing his warning, the white-bearded old man returned to his seat in the front and sat down with majestic presence.
My gaze grew solemn. Does this an I have to share a carriage with this inscrutable old man and his two disciples for the entire journey?
How is that different from carrying my head on my belt?
I initially wanted to take a nap, but now that's definitely not happening.
I hope they get off early so that I can tilt back the seat and rest for a while.
Unexpectedly, by the ti we were nearly at B city, the old man was still on the train.
And he took out a tortoise shell and shook the divination sticks, accompanied by the crisp sounds of copper coins from within the tortoise carapace.
For a mont, I actually felt as if my soul was nearly sucked into the tortoise shell, as if I could sense the whole Eight Trigrams of the universe rotating.
This old man could truly manipulate the Eight Trigrams Compass and genuinely divine things.
As the copper coins landed on the little table,
my trembling spirit also settled down.
Suddenly, I broke out in a cold sweat.
What exactly is the old man calculating, and why does it affect so much?
I then heard the young man ask, "Great Ancestor, have you divined anything?"
"I've found the place where the demon spawn monster is hiding. When we arrive, you're not allowed to go anywhere else. Follow to catch the monster," the white-haired old man wrote swiftly on a piece of note paper and handed it to the young man.
The young man took the note, his gaze sweeping over and Yun Hao, "Are we really going to let these two scourges of the Snake Tribe go?"
"Dealing with the demon spawn is more important; we can deal with those two later."
It turned out that the white-bearded old man didn't attack and Yun Hao not because he was above such things as a grandmaster, but because he had more important matters on his hands.
The young woman had been silent all along, her gaze constantly sizing up Yun Hao's face.
Suddenly, as if she rembered sothing, she exclaid, "Great Ancestor, I know who that snake demon behind us is! I've seen his portrait, he's Yun Hao, the great Demon Head from five hundred years ago!"
"What? No wonder he looked so familiar." The white-bearded old man smacked the table and stood up; he seed to finally recall Yun Hao's identity. He appeared before us with a graceful glide, "Su family girl, you gave Yun Hao a new life! That's why he recognizes you as his mother."
All at once, he reached inside his Taoist robe and pulled out a Bronze Sword.
I was shocked, "How did that get through security?"
"Our Great Ancestor holds a special status. He carries magic artifacts; no one would stop him, let alone a minor security check," the white-bearded old man's female disciple shouted sternly, "et your end, you two scourges. Dying by the Great Ancestor's sword today is your karma."
"Even if he is the Great Ancestor, he can't be unreasonable," I said, pulling out the flower hairpin from my head, my deanor neither servile nor overbearing, showing no signs of retreat, "Yun Hao is rely an outcast of the Evil Sect within the Snake Tribe. Such internal grievances of the Snake Tribe don't seem to involve humans, do they?"
"A fiend is inherently inexcusable, and he's a scum among them. Our Great Ancestor will certainly not let them off lightly, as keeping him around would bring calamity upon the innocent," the old man's disciples declared with a mouthful of righteousness, showing a strong killing intent towards Yun Hao without any personal grievances.
Yun Hao, with his typically impulsive nature, now had an unusual calmness, his eyes lightly closed as if he were an old monk entering ditation, tapping the tabletop with his slender, fair fingers like jade chopsticks, "Three, two, one."
Boom!!
A thunderous noise like collapsing mountains suddenly exploded in front of us.
The train that was in motion suddenly screeched to a halt with a violent brake, stopping abruptly!
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