Chapter 1412: Chapter 89 Searching
In the desolate wilderness, the yellow-faced old monk trudged through knee-high wild grass.
The free-spirited wind wandered between heaven and earth, yet he seed to carry a heavy shackle, making each step far from easy.
He no longer soared high into the sky.
These past few days, he had gone back and forth between Zhongshan Country and Jade Capital Mountain three tis, but the traces of Zhao Xuenyang and Jiang Wang seed to have vanished completely.
He could see through illusions but could not produce sothing from nothing.
He was certain that Zhao Xuenyang had hidden himself sowhere with his slippery disciple.
Now, he abandoned the broad thod of tracking traces and turned to searching inch by inch. He didn’t believe that, after painstakingly combing through every possible hiding spot, Zhao Xuenyang could still escape his sight.
This piece of wilderness lay between Guard Country and Fertility Country—Fertility Country was also the last place where he had caught traces of Zhao Xuenyang.
Now he walked here, like a diligent old farr patrolling through the desolate furrows of a barren field.
Of course, he found nothing.
The autumn sun scorched his body, burning pain searing into his chest.
Heaven does not grant wishes; what use is crying out in vain?
Long ago, he had sensed the gigantic web of fate. He had tried countless tis to break free but failed ti and ti again.
From God Arrives to Dongzhen, he had grown stronger, yet the stronger he beca, the more deeply he felt his own powerlessness.
In the vast and unfathomable river of destiny, his little raft could shelter no one.
Just like Jing E…
Just like Jing Shen.
No.
Ku Jue licked his parched lips,
Jing E was dead, but Jing Shen was still alive.
Jing Shen had to still be alive.
Jade Capital Mountain required a public trial, and Zhao Xuenyang was still in hiding.
It wasn’t as if all these twists and turns were for him to secretly bury Jing Shen in so unknown place.
Moreover…
That kid was quite clever.
Thinking of this, Ku Jue suddenly grew irritable: “Clever, my ass! Leaving Qi Country and not even coming to the Hanging Monastery to see his master—serves him right to get bullied!”
The more he thought, the angrier he beca: “Running off for so many days and not even leaving his master a single clue! With his ager skills, he dares call himself the best Inner Mansion cultivator in the world? Just wait until I find him—I’ll beat him black and blue!”
After venting with a few scolding words, he felt slightly relieved. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
The Tianma Plateau overlooking the Long River ca into view.
As he searched back and forth between Zhongshan Country and Jade Capital Mountain, extending his Divine Sense across the terrain, there were still many places he couldn’t thoroughly check.
For example, the core strongholds of major powers—places like imperial palaces surely wouldn’t permit him to search. If he wanted to check the Lingxiao Secret Land, Ye Xiaohua would undoubtedly fight him.
Fortunately, those places wouldn’t easily accommodate Zhao Xuenyang either.
Aside from these, there were also so rather mysterious locations that had never been fully unveiled to the world.
Such as… the Tianma Plateau.
This plateau, perched on the northern bank of the Long River, was supposed to be exceedingly conspicuous, known to all. Yet only a handful of people had ever entered it or seen its true appearance.
Most had only flown over it at high altitudes, catching a distant glimpse.
It had its share of mysteries and rules.
Such a vast plateau, capable of hiding one or two people, was as simple as a needle disappearing into the sea… Could Zhao Xuenyang have hidden here?
A thought stirred in Ku Jue, and he could no longer restrain himself.
Though he had a reputation for being shaless and persistent, he was keenly aware that no one would tolerate this endless pursuit.
Put yourself in Zhao Xuenyang’s shoes: if three whole days had passed since the ssage was broadcast on Mirror World Platform and Jiang Wang hadn’t been caught, what kind of situation would unfold? By now, Jiang Wang was likely already under the protection of the people of Qi Country.
Now he had chased Zhao Xuenyang for three full days. With the cultivation level of a True Man of the Age, to fail in tracking down even a Godly cultivator left him utterly without clues. If he continued to act oblivious, Jinguo would surely lose patience.
Even within the Hanging Monastery, it was unlikely that they would permit him to ddle in this matter indefinitely.
Of course, the Abbot Senior Brother might send a ssage or issue a recall decree, but that wouldn’t faze Ku Jue—
He hadn’t heard it, had he?
Jiang Wang communing with demons had caused an uproar across the world.
From Jing to Qi to Chu to Mu, even the Hanging Monastery was embroiled in the affair.
Throughout the range from Zhongshan Country to Jade Capital Mountain, countless factions were secretly on guard. Especially those along Zhao Xuenyang’s path—few held a re spectator’s mindset.
A great vortex involving the top forces of the world—if not outright fatal to those caught within, would at least inflict severe injuries with no recourse for justice.
Non-participation, non-interference, and non-contact were the guiding principles for factions both large and small along this trail.
When Ku Jue arrived at the Tianma Plateau, it was only natural that soone stopped him.
The person blocking his way was a young man dressed in the ceremonial robes of the Primordial Celestial Temple’s priesthood.
If Jiang Wang were here, he would have recognized him as soone he had briefly interacted with at Sanfen Xiangqi Tower in He Country.
If i Yue were here, she would’ve imdiately called him by na—Yuan Ye.
The man carried an air of wild freedom, almost flowing with his own whims.
His cultivation appeared to only be at the Inner Mansion Realm, yet he stood before a True Man of the Age without fear or trepidation.
“Master Ku Jue.” He stood squarely before Ku Jue. “The Tianma Plateau cannot be entered without permission.”
Ku Jue’s eyes widened: “I just want to go in for a look; it’s not without permission!”
The young priest froze for a mont, clearly unaccustod to encountering such blatant nonsense from a True Man of the Age. After a mont of careful deliberation, he finally said, “The Tianma Plateau cannot be casually entered for sightseeing.”
“I’m not going in casually; I’m going in very formally to look around.” The old monk Ku Jue waved his hand dismissively. “Out of the way!”
Effortlessly, he brushed Yuan Ye, the priest of the Primordial Celestial Temple, aside, sending him flying a dozen or so feet away.
Ku Jue knew deep down that this young man showing up so promptly to block him ant these people had been prepared for a long ti. The Tianma Plateau was indeed not a place one could simply sneak into. So he wasted no ti, relying on his cultivation to brush this youngster aside and flew directly toward the plateau.
But in the next mont, Yuan Ye had already flown back in front of him.
Such speed and perception were absolutely beyond what an Inner Mansion Realm cultivator could display.
The young priest of the Primordial Celestial Temple now radiated treasure’s aura, his eyes glimring with divine light: “The nations of Jing, Chu, and He have jointly decreed—entry to the Tianma Plateau is strictly forbidden! Master Ku Jue…”
His voice now bore a majestic tone: “Don’t make this difficult for a junior like .”
Though it was called a joint decree of three countries, in truth, only Jing and Chu held real clout. He Country, as the de facto guardian of the Tianma Plateau, was rely the executor of the agreent. With this responsibility, it was no surprise he obstructed Ku Jue.
Ku Jue furrowed his brows. “So, you’re this generation’s Child of Divine Command. No wonder you dare block my path.”
His expression suddenly turned severe as he roared, “Your He Country has the audacity to provoke my Hanging Monastery! Very well! Originally, I was just passing through, but now it seems—I must break into the Tianma Plateau today!”
As he spoke, he began rolling up his sleeves, exuding a domineering posture that showed he wouldn’t back down.
Even Yuan Ye, as the Child of Divine Command, typically fearless, couldn’t help but feel stunned in this mont.
When had he ever provoked the Hanging Monastery?
He was practically begging Ku Jue not to cause trouble—was that not clear?!
“If I’ve said anything inappropriate, I’m willing to apologize to the Master.” Yuan Ye swallowed his pride and sighed. “But the Tianma Plateau truly cannot be entered without permission.”
Yet Ku Jue was clearly determined to bully the young, flaunting his seniority and showing no interest in reasoning. With a fling of his sleeve, he declared, “If you want to fight, then let us fight!”
Yuan Ye suddenly doubted himself—had he accidentally issued a challenge instead of an apology?
On the other side, Ku Jue ignored everything else and, with his sleeves rolled up, charged forward.
Just then, a stern shout rang out from the distant sky—
“Ku Jue, how much longer are you going to cause trouble?”
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