Free Web NovelChapter 279: Chapter 52: Is This Fellow Daoist’s Bird?
’I never thought a sect would be here. It’s a shame he placed a soul restriction on those two women, so I couldn’t leave them alive.’
Fang Cheng retrieved the Immortal Binding Rope and Youhong Sword, then took the young man’s storage bag.
This young man was respectfully called "Young Master" by a Late-stage Life Talisman Cultivator and had third-tier protective measures. His background was likely extraordinary.
Fang Cheng broke the restriction on his storage bag and swept his Divine Sense inside. He was slightly taken aback; the amount of wealth within was staggering.
There were over a hundred Upper-Grade Spirit Stones alone.
There were also many Tier Two Talismans, pills, Magical Artifacts, and jade slips—a collection more extravagant than Fang Cheng’s own.
That golden seal was also a Third-tier Magical Artifact. Unfortunately, the man’s Magical Power was weak, like a child wielding a sledgehammer, so he had failed to unleash the treasure’s true might.
"Junior Brother, we shouldn’t linger here. We should leave as soon as possible, lest complications arise," Hua Yutang said.
With that, she moved to kill the two Cyan Birds pulling the chariot and retrieve the vehicle.
These two Cyan Birds had witnessed the entire process of Fang Cheng killing the young man; they couldn’t possibly be set free.
She released a flash of sword light, beheading one Cyan Bird in the blink of an eye. The other, however, erupted in a brilliant cyan glow. It flickered, shrinking more than tenfold to about a foot in size, and shot toward the sky.
Fang Cheng and Hua Yutang were both startled. They hadn’t expected a chariot-pulling Cyan Bird to have such an ability.
Fang Cheng chuckled, then cast out the Immortal Binding Rope. It instantly caught up to the Cyan Bird, bound it, and brought it back.
The Cyan Bird spoke in human tongue, "Daoist Brother, wait! Don’t kill me!"
"Demon Race?" Fang Cheng’s brow furrowed slightly. He looked at the Cyan Bird, his expression unfriendly.
The Cyan Bird nodded and said, "Daoist Brother, your methods are brilliant. Even the Young Master of the Rakshasa Sect was no match for you. I only hope that you will see the virtue in sparing a life and grant me mercy."
Fang Cheng’s gaze was profound as he sized up the Cyan Bird. "Can you take human form?" he asked.
The Cyan Bird shook its head. "I infiltrated the Rakshasa Sect under the Demon King’s orders. To conceal my aura, I have not practiced the Transformation Technique."
Its pair of jet-black eyes studied Fang Cheng as it said, "Judging by your Divine Techniques, Daoist Brother, you don’t seem to be from the Wilderness. You must be new here. I may be untalented, but I am familiar with the major powers of the Wilderness Domain... Also, regarding that Immortal Binding Rope of yours, I know a place where a large quantity of Geng Metal Profound Silkworm Threads are sold. If you spare my life, Daoist Brother, I am willing to take you there to purchase them."
The bird was desperate to live, terrified of being slain by one of their swords, so it hurriedly spewed out a pile of words to prove its value.
Fang Cheng, however, was surprised by its sharp eye.
It wasn’t difficult to see that he was new here, but recognizing the origin of the Immortal Binding Rope was no simple feat.
However, the bird only had the strength of the Tier Two Early Stage and had been subdued to pull a chariot; its own Divine Techniques weren’t very powerful.
Fang Cheng immediately placed several Demon Sect restrictions on it before retrieving the Immortal Binding Rope.
After landing, the Cyan Bird mimicked the Human Race’s customs, bowing its wings toward Fang Cheng in thanks. "Thank you for the grace of sparing my life, Daoist Brother."
Fang Cheng said indifferently, "Your life and death rest on my whim. Whether you live, and for how long, depends entirely on your own performance."
The Cyan Bird nodded lightly, then glanced around and said, "Daoist Brother, this place is only a few thousand miles from the Rakshasa Sect. The commotion from your battle was not small. I’m afraid it won’t be long before the Elders of the Rakshasa Sect arrive. It would be best to leave this place first."
It glanced at the enormous Outer Realm Cold Iron nearby and said in a low voice, "The Rakshasa Sect’s Young Master has a Mountain Moving Talisman in his storage bag that can be used to collect this iron."
Fang Cheng glanced at it, then rummaged through the storage bag and pulled out a Tier Two Talisman emanating a spatial aura. "Is this the one?" he asked.
The Cyan Bird said, "That’s the one. It can only be used once. It was refined by the Celestial Talisman Sect and is specially used by major sect families for moving mountains to create landscapes."
Hua Yutang watched the Cyan Bird curiously from the side, not interjecting.
Fang Cheng activated the Mountain Moving Talisman and placed it on the Outer Realm Cold Iron. The next moment, a soaring spiritual light appeared, abruptly enveloping the mountain-sized piece of iron.
A moment later, a flash of light filled the space between heaven and earth. The Outer Realm Divine Iron vanished, leaving only a brilliantly shining silver talisman suspended silently in the void.
On the talisman, a phantom-like ball of white light slowly rotated. Within the phantom image was the very same piece of Outer Realm Cold Iron.
Fang Cheng put away the talisman, grabbed the Cyan Bird with one hand, and said to Hua Yutang, "Let’s go."
The two transformed into sword lights and flew into the sky. They circled once, returned to the mountain peak where the Flying Celestial Chariot was parked, retrieved the chariot, and then flew off toward the distant sky.
「Not long after.」
The sky began to lighten slightly, a faint whiteness appearing on the eastern horizon.
Dozens of imposing Escape Lights flew in from the distance.
...
「Ten thousand miles east of Great Black Mountain.」
On a desolate mountain, Fang Cheng and Hua Yutang sat under a tree. A foot-sized, remarkably handsome Cyan Bird stood before them, pontificating on the power structure of the Wilderness.
The bird claimed to be from the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, one of the Three Great Demon Race Sacred Lands in the Wilderness Domain.
Its ancestor was a Cyan Heaven Sparrow with a trace of the Ancient Golden-Winged Roc’s bloodline. After being enlightened by a Demon Saint, it gained sentience, learned to take human form, mastered Demon Techniques, and formally joined the ranks of the Demon Race.
"The Demon Saint bestowed upon my ancestor the surname Cang. My ancestor adored reading, a habit that the patriarchs of my family have inherited through the generations. We consider reading and collecting books our greatest hobby, so much so that our home’s collection is numberless. Therefore, you could say I come from a scholarly family, and I have been an avid reader since childhood..."
"However, the more one reads, the more one understands the vastness of the heavens and earth and the infinity of time. Thus, I gave myself the name—Wuya."
The Cyan Bird, now known as Cang Wuya, explained leisurely.
After he broke through to the second tier, he was sent by the Demon King of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts to the Rakshasa Sect as an undercover agent, a role he has held for over thirty years.
