Supreme Emptiness Chapter 887: Little Qilin’s Map

The Six-Path Masters can easily harm him.

Because he is one of the very few who know that Jiang Fan is cultivating the Void Flow Thunder Force.

If he truly wanted to harm Jiang Fan, he only needed to spread this news.

Naturally, there would be plenty of strong figures from Taicang State, drawn by the reward of a Sky Ascending Pill which can help break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, who would seek to take his life.

Writing "Jiang Fan was here" at the cri scene was rely a deliberate act to draw the attention of the Qintian Bureau to Jiang Fan.

To bring him so convenience.

This was the true intention of the Six-Path Masters.

A fact that indeed unfolded according to his sche.

A householder nad Bai Xin approached him, granting him temporary Sky Watcher status, and even gifted a powerful Seven-star Treasure Sword.

If he had gotten this sword earlier, the Evil Pupil Master would not have gotten away today.

"I hope when I reach the Taicang Continent, you, old man, are still alive,"

Jiang Fan thought to himself.

The Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master noticed Jiang Fan was silent.

Thinking he was worried, he said, "Don’t worry, the Qintian Bureau masters are nurous."

"Catching the Six-Path Masters is just a matter of ti."

"Let’s go back to the Heavenly chanism Pavilion first."

He summoned a cloud to carry Jiang Fan to the Heavenly chanism Pavilion.

With soone leading the way, he took the opportunity to pull out a bamboo slip given by the Prince of Beihai before leaving.

The bamboo slip was very damaged, leaving only a piece smaller than a palm.

On it were about a hundred Hell Language characters, with translations in Demon Race language beside them.

Though the number wasn’t much, Jiang Fan studied them like priceless treasures.

It took just one two-hour period.

A hundred Hell Language characters were engraved in his mind.

"It’s a pity they’re all the simplest ones in Hell Language, not enough to decipher the inscriptions on the bronzes."

Jiang Fan secretly sighed.

Feeling sowhat troubled.

"I’ve traveled around the Continent, the Four Seas."

"Where on earth can I learn this Hell Language?"

Underworld.

Ninth Layer.

A new secret space.

Hua Xin pointed to a Hell Language character on a small blackboard, "What does this character an?"

The Little Qilin had a book of Demon Race language text in front of it.

Upon hearing this, the Little Qilin flipped its two little paws over.

Then pressed on the character "pet".

Hua Xin smiled and petted its head, "You really are a clever Spiritual Pet."

"Recite the few inscriptions I just taught you?"

Little Qilin raised its little paw, earnestly finding them in the text one by one.

"I" "am" "Hua" "Xin’s" "Spiritual" "Pet".

Hua Xin showed a sly smile of a little fox having stolen a fat hen, pamperingly ruffling its fluffy head:

"So clever!"

"Soon you’ll learn our Hell Clan’s language."

"Adapt to our Hell Clan’s culture."

"By then, you’ll be my Spiritual Pet."

At this mont.

The text fell to the ground, and a piece of paper hidden inside dropped out.

The Little Qilin, seeing this.

Quickly pounced on it, covering it with its chubby behind.

"What’s that?" Hua Xin asked.

The Little Qilin shook its head, indicating nothing.

Hua Xin put her hands on her waist, pouting her snowy cheeks: "If you don’t let see it, I’ll get angry!"

The Little Qilin reluctantly shifted its rear, using its little paw to press on a corner of the paper.

Hua Xin looked over.

On the paper were twisted patterns drawn in three places: north, west, and east.

"Let see what you’ve drawn?"

"The one on top, is it a bone?"

"Bone... Blood Bone Ghost King?"

The Little Qilin nodded.

"The west is drawn with a tangled ss of hair?"

"Thousand Silk Demon Charm?"

"The east is a spider web?"

"Human-faced Ghost Spider?"

Hua Xin realized, exclaiming, "I understand!"

"You’re drawing the hidden spaces of the Ninth Layer for your master?"

"To help him gain rit for opening up space?"

"These three spots remain undeveloped hidden spaces, all told, over ten thousand rit points."

"You little thing, still thinking of that guy!"

Hua Xin felt a sour twinge.

Over the past month, she’d been so good to the Little Qilin.

Trying to please it.

Yet it still thought of that scoundrel Jiang Fan.

So annoying!

At this mont.

She noticed the Little Qilin’s paw was tightly pressing the bottom part of the paper.

Feeling suspicious.

Thinking again about the Ninth Layer’s space.

Apart from her and those three powerful ominous beings, she was considered one of the strongest kings in the Ninth Layer.

Her eyes lit up: "The bottom one is , right?"

"Co, let see what you’ve drawn as?"

She tidied her hair, looking in the mirror at the appearance of Concubine Yunxia glimpsed from Jiang Fan’s mind.

Full of anticipation.

After a month of interaction, she figured she should be a gentle and beautiful confidant-sister figure in the Little Qilin’s mind?

The Little Qilin hesitated before letting its little paw go.

Hua Xin looked over with a smile.

A fierce female ghost with hair unfurled like a lion, mouth wide open, with long-nailed hands leapt off the page.

Her smile froze.

Then, in a fit of rage, she yelled: "Ah! You ungrateful little brute!"

"How could you draw like this!"

As she looked up, the Little Qilin, seeing the bad turn, had already fled.

"Don’t you run away!"

"You’re driving crazy!"

Heavenly chanism Pavilion.

A white cloud ca from afar.

Jiang Fan unexpectedly discovered that the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was abuzz with activity.

The disciples were sparring in groups of threes and fives.

Among them, even the figures of Xu Youran and Chen Silin could be seen.

"Everyone is truly diligent."

He couldn’t help but comnt.

The Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master chuckled: "Isn’t it thanks to you?"

"Last ti’s eight thousand rit points truly motivated the disciples and the masters and vice pavilion masters."

"While you were away, they sparred every day."

"Lazy disciples would be whipped by the masters and vice pavilion masters, and they’d ntion you."

I...

I really must thank all of you!

Over the month he was away, how much resentnt did he passive-aggressively absorb?

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master slightly frowned: "There are visitors!"

He vaguely sensed two Nascent Soul Realm auras.

"I’ll go greet them."

Jiang Fan was eager, saying, "Then I’ll go see Youran and Silin."

He was about to descend on his sword, but the Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master held his shoulder.

Rebuking him, "Now that you’ve placed yourself under the Yunyang Master’s tutelage."

"You should show her so respect."

He nodded toward her direction.

Only then did Jiang Fan notice.

The Yunyang Master was sitting under a willow tree, supervising Jian Linyuan and several seniors as they sparred.

Jiang Fan imdiately felt sowhat guilty.

He claid to be under the Yunyang Master’s tutelage, yet had never properly spoken to this nominal master.

Now, since she and Xu Youran are all at the plaza.

He should first pay his respects to her.

"Thank you for the reminder, Pavilion Master."

He changed direction, landing near the Yunyang Master.

At this mont, the Yunyang Master was watching a few disciples spar with full concentration.

Her face covered with a few traces of worry.

"At this rate, I fear they’ll return empty-handed again from their trip to the Underworld."

"If they could just master this Combined Attack Technique, it would be great."

"With this technique, not only would their strength vastly increase, but they could also combine seven senses to find hidden spaces."

She lowered her head, looking at the yellowed bamboo slip on her knees.

This was a powerful Cultivation Technique of High Earth-level Grade.

The Heavenly chanism Pavilion had only this one copy.

However, the cultivation conditions were extrely demanding.

Requiring more than five people to cultivate simultaneously.

And it’s extrely difficult to comprehend.

She’s had it for half a year, yet hasn’t deciphered it.

Let alone passing it on to Jian Linyuan and the others?

"Perhaps I should lower my pride and ask the Pavilion Master for guidance?"

As she was murmuring.

A voice with a gentle smile reached her ear.

"Master, how about letting have a look?"