The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 163 - 112 Three-eyed Crow

"Could it be an Immortal instead of a demon?" She furrowed her brows without slowing her pace.

"No, no, not an Immortal. Mistress, such words could bring bla from the Immortals if overheard!" This ti it was Qiongqi who spoke up. Since having this noisy tiger around, Changtian frequently didn’t need to explain much, "That’s just the projection of an Immortal Official, it has no consciousness and its power is rely one percent of the real entity, but its advantage is that it will act according to the master’s commands—calling it a puppet would be more accurate."

So, the kidnapping of children was masterminded by soone? Ning Xiaoxian’s rage didn’t diminish, instead, it flared up even more. In Huaxia, nothing was more despicable than human traffickers and scoundrels who assaulted won; such scum who would eagerly cause harm to their own kind had no right to live in this world!

After a lengthy pursuit, she saw clearly that the yellow shadow before her was a man with a yellow turban wrapped around his head, his arms adorned with bronze rings, running barefoot, his muscles bulging intensely. Although this guy wasn’t very fast, with his tall stature and long legs, each of his strides covered thrice the distance of hers.

But this was ultimately Rock City, not so remote rural place. A few more steps and they’d be on a bustling main road! Ning Xiaoxian’s impatience grew; a Yellow Turban Warrior bold enough to abduct soone in an alley must have had a backup plan. Otherwise, how could he manage to avoid trouble with so many people watching on the streets?

Indeed, before turning onto the main street, the Yellow Turban Warrior stopped, stretching out his hand to press against the wall beside the road. Instantaneously, a black, gaping Big Hole cracked open in the wall, just large enough for a person to pass through. The Yellow Turban Warrior, carrying Gouzi, was about to make his escape.

"Damn!" Ning Xiaoxian clenched her teeth, not hesitating, she threw the Tusk she held in her left hand. It chased the Yellow Turban Warrior like a teor catching up with the moon, stabbing right into his back.

This strike hit a vital spot; a yellow light flickered on the body of the Yellow Turban Warrior, indicating that the effect of his Divine Skills was about to expire. Unfortunately, he had already stepped into the black hole, vanishing without a trace, and the Tusk lodged in him disappeared as well.

When Ning Xiaoxian approached, the black hole had also disappeared. The wall remained just as it was, uneven and covered with a bit of green moss, without the slightest sign of damage.

She scrutinized the wall closely and discovered a circle drawn with vermillion on the wall, with so unique runes on it. However, because the wall was originally built with red clay bricks, it was nearly impossible to notice without a thorough inspection. She tried pressing on the circle, but it had no effect whatsoever.

"Is this a simplified translocation array?" Changtian spoke up, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "In Ancient Tis, there were people capable of creating translocation arrays that could transport soone thousands of miles away. This array seems too crude, capable of transferring soone only up to six hundred yards, and it can only be used once."

Six hundred yards? She leapt onto the wall to scout the surroundings, but under the sunlight, the residential area was eerily quiet, without the slightest movent. Who knew where the opening of that translocation array was, possibly set up in so alley.

Unwilling to give up, she checked several nearby alleys and sure enough, found array diagrams of small translocation arrays on several red walls. Apparently, the opponent ca prepared, even taking precautions for their retreat.

"Changtian, can you sense the location of Tusk?" This was a contingency plan she had left for herself. On a whim, she had thrown Tusk, betting that Changtian could find this Magic Artifact. This treasured item, obliging to her inmost will, could be recalled within the bounds of Rock City, but pinpointing its location would most likely require Changtian’s own effort.

As expected, he praised with a trace of amusent in his voice: "Smart girl." Ning Xiaoxian usually acted confused, but her reactions to major events never failed to astonish him. Though in his view, this current situation hardly qualified as a major event.

"Mistress, an ordinary Magic Artifact will lose its connection with its master beyond two hundred yards, and even one nurtured with the heart’s blood is no exception," Qiongqi butted in, seizing any opportunity to curry favor, "However, the Tusk in your hand is made from the Snake Teeth of Lord Divine Monarch, which are intrinsically linked by blood; it can be directly summoned back to you even from thousands of miles away!"

"Now we do not need to recall it, just pinpoint the location of Tusk for ." She planned to utilize Changtian’s sensing abilities to use Tusk like a GPS locator.

"A trivial matter." Under Changtian’s guidance, she eventually tracked it to a desolate garden nearby. The place was lonely with wild trees and dense vines, and most conveniently, it was deserted, making it the perfect spot for a handoff or exchange of stolen goods. However, it seed she was still a step too late; there was no one there.