793: Chapter 47 Immortal Master_1 793: Chapter 47 Immortal Master_1 The dagger was already wiped to a snow-brightness, its cold gleam even blinding.
But he continued to wipe.
He always wanted to wipe sothing away, yet he was clearer than anyone that so things could not be wiped off.
But sothing had to be done, right?
Otherwise, on what would he rely to keep living?
He understood that guy who went by the na Yu Songhai better than anyone present.
His na, his background, even his living habits…
He did not have any goodwill towards that guy, not in the past, not now, and he reckoned not in the future either.
In the past, he loathed how that guy always held his head high and his spine straight, showing no subservience even in front of Fenglin City’s three major families.
He rembered his cousin praised that guy with a touch of…
jealousy?
In the past, he did not understand what there was about that guy to be jealous of.
This ti, it was but a fleeting glance upon reencounter.
But that brief glimpse made him see that the guy was still as he had been, unchanged.
Still proud, still resolute, still brave, still…
always with a heart as one, drawing his sword to protest the unfair.
“Unchanged,” that truly was enviable.
Why was he able to remain unchanged?
When everything had obviously changed!
Years later, he thought he finally understood what his cousin was jealous of.
But it had been years.
He knew too much about that guy.
The information he knew, if given to a fortuneteller, could definitely turn that guy’s life upside down.
But why, in the end, did he say nothing at all?
Why?
Fang Helling kept his head down all the ti, continually wiping the dagger.
It seed like the dagger could never be completely cleaned.
He had no answer.
Probably just didn’t want to speak.
After everyone had spoken, the fortuneteller thought for a mont, lifted and soaked his fingers in blood.
Beside the slightly concave notch on the stone platform, there was a cleared, smooth area, devoid of any patterns.
Like a blank piece of paper.
The fortuneteller then, dipped in blood, wrote a “Yun” character with great flourish on that spot.
The character exuded an ethereal grace, while the blood ink looked fierce and bizarre.
After this character was written, the five bloody wounds on the naked man’s body imdiately stopped bleeding, and the man stopped breathing, completely dead.
The fortuneteller stared intently at the character for a while, then suddenly closed his eyes.
Two trails of blood andered down from the corners of his eyes.
It looked terrifying.
“What’s the matter?” Zheng Fei asked.
The fortuneteller remained silent with closed eyes for a long ti before he slightly parted his lips: “The cause and effect are too profound, too heavy; even I cannot see it clearly for the mont.”
As he said this, the blood character vanished, the stone platform crumbled, dissolving into the soil.
Zheng Fei smirked again: “Interesting!”
Li Shou was quite surprised: “Our toy is that formidable?”
The blood from the corners of his eyes had stopped, but the fortuneteller still kept his eyes closed, as if restraining himself from seeing sothing.
“But to be unable to calculate is in itself an answer,” he said softly.
Then he began to laugh.
“Hehehehe, hehehehe.”
Under the astonished gazes of the others.
He started laughing sowhat madly.
“It’s the Immortal Master!”
He said heavily.
…
…
After leaving Shun’an Prefecture, Jiang Wang did not linger; he traveled incognito, passing through Yonghuai and Fuchun, and thus left Yong Territory.
Saving Feng Ming marked the end of his involvent; what remained was his own life.
How he chose to proceed was his own affair.
Jiang Wang had his own path to walk and was not obligated to be responsible for everyone else.
After the chaos caused by the nine major demons in Shun’an Prefecture, people with hidden agendas like him, entering Yong Territory, would not have peace in the tis to co.
Especially since he also really couldn’t explain his origins; it was a wise choice to leave Yong Territory as soon as possible.
As for what would beco of Feng Ming, as for those followers of the Church of Lifeless recently active in Yong Territory ntioned by the mysterious person, as for why Fang Helling had beco one of the nine major demons…
Compared to his own safety, none of that mattered anymore.
What concerned him the most was actually the information regarding Zhang Linchuan.
But soone who had fought against a deity of the Underworld—and won—clearly wasn’t soone he could confront at present.
He had decided to avoid crossing paths with Zhang Linchuan in the short term.
If the enemy was strong and he was weak, he would keep his distance.
The next ti he visited the Western Territory, he would not be the sa person, and the current problems might no longer be problems.
To the east of Yong Country lay a small country called He, and further east of He Country was the Tianma Plateau.
anwhile, the Tianma Plateau was located to the north of Yun Country.
North of the Tianma Plateau stood a powerful sect nad Renxin Pavilion, recognized as a great dical sect on par with East King Valley.
Such sects generally weren’t trifled with.
North of Renxin Pavilion lay Jingguo.
The vast territory of Jingguo, like a giant compared to the once glorious Yong Country, seed to half encircle the region surrounding the Tianma Plateau.
The fertile Tianma Plateau was a land without a master, and Jiang Wang often had the inexplicable feeling that the existence of He Country was solely to prevent Yong Country from extending its reach to the Tianma Plateau.
When he left the borders of Yong Country and entered the territory of He Country, Jiang Wang suddenly thought of a question.
He now knew that it was the Cloud Top Fairy Palace who had left the blood of balance within the Feng and Chi Branches to maintain a long-term equilibrium.
But why did the Cloud Top Fairy Palace do that back then?
What significance did maintaining the balance between Feng and Chi Branches hold?
If it was simply for the continuation of the Green Cloud Pavilion’s legacy, it didn’t seem necessary.
Neither Lingxiao Pavilion nor Spirit Void Hall encountered such a circumstance and their legacies continued without issue.
He considered a very dark possibility—
Could it be…
for the blood of balance?
The creation of the blood of balance obviously couldn’t be achieved simply by boiling the cultivators of Feng and Chi Branches together.
There had to be a unique thod and requirents for its refinent.
So, how did the Wan E and the others, the demons who refined the blood of balance, obtain their thods?
Could it be…
that it was also passed down from the Cloud Top Fairy Palace.
Or to say, even if that technique had been lost, as long as one knew that the cultivators of Feng and Chi Branches could refine the blood of balance, figuring out the corresponding thod was only a matter of ti…
The Azure Cloud Immortal Technique he’d received allowed him to “Walk in the Sky,” stepping on the benevolence and fortune of Qingyun; it was transformative and as natural as walking on flat ground.
The benevolence and fortune of Qingyun seed quite upright and good.
But do not forget that the Green Cloud Pavilion, which inherited certain legacies from the Cloud Top Fairy Palace, also had a secret technique called the ‘Cloud of Misfortune’.
Its use by the Sect Master Chi Dingfang was fraught with extre danger.
The Immortal Technique of “Walk in the Sky” takes the benevolence and fortune of Qingyun as its Technique Introducer.
Could the blood of balance be the Technique Introducer for so other Immortal Technique?
And correspondingly, shouldn’t there be an Immortal Technique that takes the ‘Cloud of Misfortune’ as its Technique Introducer?
Ancient Tis concealed far too much history—a vast void of blankness that left posterity groping in the long river of ti, only able to conjecture.
As Jiang Wang was imrsed in his contemplation of the sealed history of Ancient Tis, he suddenly felt an imnse sense of palpitations.
It was as if he had been targeted by so fearso Fierce Beast, yet he had no idea where that gaze originated from.
With no understanding of where this sensation ca from, he had no way to react.
All he could do was grip his Longsword tightly and vigilantly look around.
Right at that mont, the ruins of the Cloud Top Fairy Palace began to tremble.
Lingxiao Pavilion, Spirit Void Hall, Green Cloud Pavilion—three intact structures emitted a serene light in unison, and an ancient and majestic aura appeared briefly within the five provinces.
That sensation of palpitations…
Vanished in an instant.
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