749: Chapter 162: A Mountain Is Famous With Immortals; Water Is Enchanted With Dragons 749: Chapter 162: A Mountain Is Famous With Immortals; Water Is Enchanted With Dragons Actually, after the teaching ended, You Ye no longer had the authority to mand Da Zhe.
There is no hierarchical relationship between Black soul envoys; all Black soul envoys are just managed by You Ye.
Among them, at most, there is a senior-junior relationship.
Moreover, Da Zhe, who wields the Zhan Lu Sword, is not someone You Ye would treat like an ordinary Black soul envoy.
“No need, this is my own matter.” You Ye calmly refused Da Zhe’s familiarity, “Besides, I remember you should be looking for the master, right?
Why are you here?”
“I encountered some magical things, got delayed for a long time.” Da Zhe shrugged, “Besides, my boss gave me a half-day off.”
A half-day off?
You Ye was slightly surprised under the face concealed by the black mist, unable to guess whether this so-called vacation was the same kind of vacation she understood.
But strictly speaking, Black soul envoys are independent individuals; apart from seeking a master in the club, the entire Black soul envoy group can be described as each minding their own business.
Back when there were many Black soul envoys, there were quite a few examples of some having never exchanged a word before disappearing.
“Is that so, then cherish it well.” You Ye nodded.
“Yes, so I prepared some things.” Da Zhe smiled and took a look at the bag he was carrying.
You Ye glanced at it and found it was full of ingredients.
She shook her head, thinking that Black Souls don’t need food to survive.
To her, Da Zhe was wasting time, “As you please, as long as it doesn’t bother you.”
“Understood.” Da Zhe nodded.
At this moment, he felt a bit eager to return, without focusing much on what You Ye wanted to do.
He waved at You Ye, and a twisting vortex appeared behind him, which he began to walk into step by step.
You Ye watched quietly; she could clearly sense what this twisted vortex was about…
It was the new boss’s power, perhaps just a one-time unidirectional teleport, or possibly a one-time round-trip teleport.
But it was already enough for You Ye to experience quite a lot.
She even couldn’t help but think: Is it really because he’s the new boss’s direct subordinate, so he’s getting special treatment…
just like that idiot Tai Yinzi.
“Oh, by the way, this is for you!” Just as Da Zhe was about to step into the vortex, he suddenly stopped, reached into the bag, and then tossed something over to You Ye.
She instinctively caught it and looked at it, surprised, “What is this?”
“A little cake.” Da Zhe replied nonchalantly.
You Ye said indifferently, “I know.
I mean, why are you giving me this?
Black Souls don’t eat.”
Da Zhe waved his hand, his figure slowly disappearing into the vortex, which was also vanishing rapidly, leaving only his last words, “Didn’t you mention it was your birthday with the big bamboo in the park last time?
Actually, I wasn’t sure either, but since we’re colleagues, I don’t know when your birthday really is, so consider it that day.
Offering you a piece of cake is no big deal, just to have good relations, since we’re all working for the boss.
Also, I just remembered this matter, so you…”
You Ye didn’t catch the rest of his words, as the vortex had already disappeared.
She looked at the small packaged cake in her hand.
It’s the first time she’d received something so insincere, both before and after being a Black soul envoy.
The Black Souls on You Ye’s face were roiling, as if showing her current expression was uncertainly gloomy.
Finally, she tossed the little cake away with a cold snort, “So boring!”
But as the little cake fell and was about to land on the street, it suddenly shot upwards, defying gravity, and returned back to You Ye’s hand.
“Seeing as you’re the bearer of the Zhan Lu Sword, don’t say I lack humanity in the future.” You Ye spoke with apparent annoyance, eventually pocketing the cake into her black robe.
…
Loosening the scarf around his neck, the handsome young man stepped out of the twisting vortex, arriving at the door of a unit in a half-new, half-old building.
The young man took a deep breath, adjusting his clothes, as his youthful appearance matured into someone ten-odd years older.
He gently knocked on the door.
“Who is it?
Please wait a moment!” A woman’s voice came from inside.
He said in a loud voice, “Sister Lin!
It’s me, Gan Jing!
I bought some groceries, I’ll cook for you!”
…
…
Zi Xing observed the True Dragon Saintess—after he meticulously recounted his experiences in the Yan Wuyue World—even so, he withheld the fact that he found the animal skin map at the Nagato House.
Because she is the True Dragon Saintess, Zi Xing naturally didn’t view her as an ordinary little girl.
But could this True Dragon Saintess unravel some of his confusions?
“Hmm…
According to what you said, Izanagi and Izanami actually appeared in the Yan Wuyue World…” Long Xiruo touched her chin, seeming to be in deep thought.
Zi Xing did not interrupt.
Long Xiruo slowly said, “These two are originally the incense gods on Fusang Island, considered the embodiment of the native Wish Power on Fusang Island.
They aren’t particularly strong, nor especially weak, yet if they unite, they could pose some threat.
However, if everything you said is true, I have some theories about the disappearance of the gods on Fusang Island and the decline of the Divine Dao back then.”
“What do you mean?” Zi Xing frowned.
Long Xiruo said indifferently, “You know about the current rules of Heaven and Earth, which reject everything Transcendent, right?
The stronger the Transcendent, the more severely suppressed they are.”
Zi Xing said solemnly, “End of Magic…”
“Yes, and no.” Long Xiruo shook her head.
“To be precise, it’s a kind of struggle by the world’s instinct.
Because the Transcendents have been consuming resources from the main world.
Who wouldn’t resist against such plunderers?
There are many divine pantheons in the main world, but they have all vanished into the long river of history, with the most famous being the Twilight of the Western Pantheon.”
“According to what the Holy Maiden said, was the Twilight of the Gods driven by the main world’s will?” Zi Xing opened her mouth in surprise.
“I am merely speculating.” Long Xiruo shook her head.
“However, different divine pantheons have successively disappeared or fallen.
Even the netherworld gate of my China is tightly shut.
Now, the demons are also in decline and have to rely on humanitarian fortune to barely survive.
Can all these be unrelated?
I don’t think so.”
At this point, Long Xiruo suddenly looked at Zi Xing, “Once prosperity reaches its peak, decline follows.
No matter what it is, even if one bees a so-called divine body, as long as they haven’t transcended, they can’t escape the five decays of heaven and man.
Some beings, unwilling to truly perish, can only exhaust every possible means to sever themselves from the main world pletely, in hopes of maintaining a small foothold.
But these beings initially plundered countless resources from the main world and bear its mark.
Now, wanting to truly sever from it, is easier said than done.”
“Do you mean that Yan Wuyue World by Izanami was created to sever connections with the main world?” Zi Xing came to a realization.
“Theoretically, yes.” Long Xiruo said in perplexity: “But if that was the intention, why open it and draw you in?
The theater… could there be someone else quietly orchestrating things behind the scenes?”
“Holy Maiden, do you know if there have been any successful Transcendents in the main world?” Zi Xing suddenly asked.
“Perhaps there are, perhaps there aren’t.” Long Xiruo shook her head again: “I…
the true dragon is entirely tied to the Shen Zhou Dragon Vein, with no possibility of separation.
If the Shen Zhou Dragon Vein separates from the main world, it will perish…
Should there be a gathering of Transcendents somewhere, I couldn’t go even if I wanted to…”
Her voice gradually became somber.
Zi Xing heard the immense helplessness in her words and fell silent—not unfamiliar with the concept of transcendence, as the Greedy Wolf Tribe had some vague records on the topic, but the gravity of it weighed heavily on her mind.
“There are legends that Penglai allows one to bee an Immortal, transcending Heaven and Earth.” Zi Xing suddenly said, “It is also said that the first true dragon of China emerged from Penglai…”
“I know what you want to ask.” Long Xiruo furrowed her brow, “But I’d advise you to give up that thought.
Frankly speaking, the origin of the first true dragon is also a blank area in the true dragon inheritance.
Whether the so-called first true dragon originated from Penglai or not, even I…
a part of the true dragon lineage, can’t say with certainty, let alone an outsider.”
She adjusted her posture and seemed more fortable, looking at Zi Xing again, speaking slowly: “Many years ago, a talented Greedy Wolf Star with aspirations as high as the sky wanted to uncover this secret, going so far as to confront a contemporary true dragon.
After that battle, I’m sure you know the fate of that peerless talent among the Greedy Wolf Stars.
It surely must have been recorded in the tribe’s inheritance.”
But Zi Xing was not resigned, “But Holy Maiden, do we just watch as the demon clan is worn away by Heaven and Earth, and finally extinct?”
“I have no solution either.” Long Xiruo sighed: “If things really are this way, we’ll just have to ply with the Heavenly Will.
Nowadays, with the rise of humanitarianism, the fortune borrowed by the demon clan from it can still keep the demon clan alive for a considerable time.
Whether a solution exists in the future, no one can say for certain.
So there’s no need to worry too much about it.
Who knows what the future holds?”
“It’s said that the Mount Tai Summit was the last place Penglai appeared.” Zi Xing took a deep breath, “Holy Maiden, every ten years for countless millennia, the monks of China and our demon ancient veins have held a ceremony on Mount Tai.
Do you think… is it all in vain?”
Long Xiruo was silent for a long time, looking at the young leader of the Greedy Wolf Clan, and finally said softly, “A mountain does not need to be tall; having an Immortal makes it renowned.
Water does not need to be deep; having a dragon makes it spiritual.”
“Holy Maiden?” Zi Xing seemed to grasp something, but as her thoughts shifted, she couldn’t quite capture it.
“You may leave now; I’m a bit tired,” Long Xiruo shook her head.
“There’s food in the back, and a kitchen.
If you’re hungry, feel free to make yourself something to eat.”
Zi Xing knew that today’s conversation with the Holy Maiden was rare, and now, as she had been indirectly asked to leave, she, with her proud nature, had no intention of lingering further.
She bowed respectfully and slowly exited.
Long Xiruo watched the closing door and suddenly muttered: “They all say Penglai is good, but who knows the bitterness of being an Immortal?”
She shook her head, sighed, and glanced at the folded A4 paper, then cursed: Damn!
Where do I start looking!!
Just as Long Xiruo was about to light another cigarette to calm her nerves, she suddenly heard a knock on the door from outside.
“Who is it?!” she grumbled impatiently, then grudgingly said, “e in!”
Entering through the door was a cautious Zhuifeng.
Seeing Zhuifeng enter, Long Xiruo was stunned—even Zhuifeng was startled.
He originally thought Lord Long was here, yet unexpectedly encountered the Little Dragon Lord.
Regarding the Little Dragon Lord, he had heard from Mo Xiaofei and had seen once or twice but never had much interaction.
“Zhuifeng?
What do you want with me?” Long Xiruo asked instinctively.
“Ah…
I’m not!
I was looking for Lord Long.
She’s not here, so I won’t disturb you,” Zhuifeng said, slowly trying to leave.
But Long Xiruo quickly stopped him, “Wait, if you have something to say to her, you can just tell me.
She instructed before leaving to pay attention to your matters!
Go ahead and say it!”
He wasn’t sure what “your matters” referred to specifically, but since it was mentioned, Zhuifeng paused.
“It’s like this, Little Dragon Lord.” Zhuifeng stepped forward, thought for a while, then suddenly asked: “I intended to ask Lord Long about some ancient star knowledge.”
Long Xiruo paused at this, instinctively saying, “Ancient star knowledge?
Why do you want to learn that?
That field is highly plex—it takes at least a hundred years of immersion to even get started!
Young people, don’t aim too high; develop a solid foundation first.
Only then will you have a firm path.
Focus on cultivating your demonic power first!”
It seems you aren’t that much older yourself…
Zhuifeng moved his lips, wanting to argue something but seeming hesitant, eventually nodding, “Alright, I understand.”
Long Xiruo sighed but suddenly seemed to recall something, standing up abruptly from her large chair, staring at Zhuifeng and asking: “Wait, why are you suddenly interested in ancient star knowledge, who told you about it?”
“I… I heard about it.” Zhuifeng hesitated, suddenly feeling he had rushed over somewhat thoughtlessly.
Long Xiruo scrutinized Zhuifeng for a while, narrowing her eyes as if to see through him, then furrowed her brow with a dash of disbelief in her eyes, finally lapsing into contemplative silence.
“Um… Little Dragon Lord?”
“Zhuifeng, right?” Long Xiruo sat back down, “Starting today, you and Mo Xiaofei will train together at the underground training ground of the hospital!”
“What??”
“And, from now on, maintain a distance from Zi Xing!” Long Xiruo then seriously stared at Zhuifeng, sternly saying: “Don’t go causing trouble!”
“…What?!”
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