456: Chapter 114: Twilight Years_1 456: Chapter 114: Twilight Years_1 The old Priest closed the doors to craft the Hidden Clothes.
Wu Quji studied the source water and treated his injuries.
Su Qi then imrsed himself in the Holy Tribe’s library, browsing through the nurous records.
It’s worth ntioning that the language of the Holy Tribe, much like their spoken word, is quite close to the language of the present world, making it not too difficult to analyze.
At the sa ti, Jiang Wang also announced his retreat.
He firmly denied that it was because he lacked ideas for courting Qing Qishu’s favor, and was afraid of Qing Qishu’s pestering.
His purpose was to cultivate.
Inside the fruit house, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged.
The black Hidden Snake that had been trapped in the Divine Soul Flower Sea was still roaming aimlessly within Tongtian Palace, listless after entering the Divine Shade Land since the Hidden Snake King died.
This actually facilitated Jiang Wang’s research.
The composition of the Divine Soul Fla Flower was based on Divine Soul Strength, replacing Path Origin, and directly induced using the thought process of Dao Technique Fla Flower.
On the other hand, by analyzing the black snakes, could one deduce the process of their formation?
The Caster was dead, lacking control and subsequent power, and the residual Dao Technique strength still lingering within Tongtian Palace was undoubtedly rare material.
Cultivation is a process of understanding the world and oneself, exploration, seeking knowledge, and finding joy within.
Jiang Wang was not afraid of fatigue or hardship, but the difficulty of unraveling such a Dao Technique still surpassed his expectations.
After returning from the Hidden Snake’s territory, it was already afternoon.
An entire night, plus the following day and night, were spent on the analysis of the God Soul Technique, and it still had not been completed.
If this Dao Technique were compared to a whole black snake, then he had only just managed to analyze half of the snake’s body, specifically the tail half.
It was already the last day before the confrontation with Yan Xiao, and ti did not permit him to continue his analysis.
Fortunately, he had established a foundation, and he could certainly extrapolate from this base on the cultivation stage after leaving the Forest Sea Source Realm.
It would just consu so more of his effort.
This is the benefit of the Taixu Illusion Realm.
…
Jiang Wang sat in front of the old Priest.
By now, Wu Quji’s injuries had healed, and Su Qi was still in the library seeking answers.
After the completion of the Hidden Clothes, the Priest called Jiang Wang to et with her alone, as he indeed had needs that required her involvent.
“This is the best one among the four Hidden Clothes,”
The old woman took one out, and laid it in front of Jiang Wang.
It appeared to be a gray robe at first glance.
With a rather standard style and unremarkable color, it did not seem conspicuous.
Only upon closer inspection could one sense its extraordinary nature.
The most important thing was that the entire robe was whole and complete without a single sign of stitching, as if it was animal fur, naturally so.
The so-called “seamless garnt of the heavens” must be just like this.
This Hidden Clothes’ material was naturally that of the Hidden Snake King.
“Four pieces?” Jiang Wang caressed the Hidden Clothes, quite puzzled.
“Only four were made in the first batch.
Qing Qishu will also join you in hunting Yan Xiao, so one piece is for him,” the old woman said.
“Qing Qishu is going too?”
The old Priest surely knew where his confusion stemd from and replied, “He will only be responsible for defense, trying his best to withstand Yan Xiao’s attacks so that you can inflict more damage.
This will not affect the outco of Yan Xiao’s death.”
If Qing Qishu only defended and did not attack, he indeed wouldn’t trigger the rules of Yan Xiao’s revival.
It’s just…
“This is too dangerous for him,” Jiang Wang said.
The old woman spoke slowly, “By avoiding the hunt, he must fulfill his responsibility.
He’s also fully aware, so you need not worry.”
Jiang Wang finally understood.
Back in Hidden Snake land, when Qing Eight asked Qing Qishu why he didn’t carry a knife, Qing Qishu’s response of “practice” ant sothing.
That loud, burly fellow had indeed been prepared all along.
“Actually…” Jiang Wang thought for a mont and said, “I’m not confident about killing Yan Xiao.”
He had nothing to hide; his own safety was at stake, so there was no need for pretense.
His doubts about Yan Xiao had not been dispelled, and after the trip to Hidden Snake land, he was dissatisfied with the quality of his “comrades.”
As a dical cultivator, Wu Quji had his combat capabilities verified; he was not very weak but certainly not very strong either.
Su Qi was emotionally unstable, making it difficult to perform at his peak.
Now his focus was entirely on the “Night Attack.” If he stumbled upon so clue, he might abandon the mission to kill Yan Xiao on the spot.
There was no need for false modesty; Jiang Wang was the absolute main force on a mission to kill Yan Xiao along with them.
This also ant that he would face the greatest danger.
No need to ntion missions or honor.
After all, the Senhai Holy Clan was completely foreign to him.
Even after so interactions in the past few days, and despite getting along well with Qing Qishu, he was far from ready to risk his life for them.
If things turned sour, he’d rather leave the Divine Shade Land and find another way out of the Forest Sea Source Realm.
If there were truly no other options, he could always co back to confront Yan Xiao later.
The old priest, having seen much of the world, could obviously see through Jiang Wang’s feelings.
Giving him the source water before, and now informing him of Qing Qishu’s resolve, was all to bolster his confidence.
But clearly, it was not enough.
“I know you may have doubts about Yan Xiao, and I understand that,” she said.
“Addressing your doubts is my duty as a priest of the Holy Tribe.”
“So young man, would you like to hear what efforts we have made to weaken Yan Xiao?” the old woman asked.
Jiang Wang replied, “I would like to hear the details.”
“What I am about to tell you must not be disclosed to anyone.”
“Su Qi and Wu Quji are not as close to as you might think.
We don’t share everything.”
The old woman clarified, “I am not talking about them, but about the mbers of my Holy Tribe.”
Jiang Wang suppressed his doubts and simply said, “Please speak.”
Yet, the old woman suddenly asked about sothing seemingly unrelated, “When Wu Quji previously asked why the Holy Tribe sacrifices its warriors to Yan Xiao with ‘The Hunt’ instead of sending the old and children, do you rember my answer?”
“The old are history, and the children are the future,” Jiang Wang replied without hesitation, as he actually agreed with the answer.
But the priest said, “Actually, it has nothing to do with history or the future.
It’s not about honor, nor even about morality—it’s all about Yan Xiao.”
Jiang Wang silently waited for her to continue.
“Young man, I can see that you are a trustworthy person,” said the old woman with a kind expression in her eyes.
Jiang Wang did not speak.
On this matter, he had no need to be modest because he truly was trustworthy.
The old woman’s tone suddenly beca wistful, “When I was about Qinghua’s age, I too t a young man like you.
He was also a foreigner, also summoned by the Dragon God.”
“That was such a wonderful age…” she murmured softly.
Listening is a critical skill; nobody taught him, but Jiang Wang knew it well.
At that mont, he simply watched the white-haired old woman, expressing his attentive focus with his eyes.
“He was intelligent, brave, hardworking, and powerful.
When I t him, it was in a place where the Divine Soul Flowers were blooming.”
“The ‘flower’ in Divine Soul Flower is the divine silk; it grows in strands like hair, which we also call ‘trouble strands.’ It truly is ‘trouble’…”
With a sigh, the old woman’s eyes gently lowered, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
In that mont, she had the timid charm of a young girl: “Trouble that’s both sour and astringent, and yet sweetly endearing.”
As she spoke, her hands, deeply wrinkled and withered, patted the cushion: “Oh, this cushion is woven from divine silk.
We make clothes and straw shoes with it…
Everyone has ‘troubles,’ and no one can do without it.”
User Comments
0 comments from readers