Free Web Novel“Calamitys Death” Countdown: 107h15m5s
Upon arriving at the agreed-upon location with Zhang Huainan, Lu Yibei did not contact Zhang Huainan immediately. Instead, she went with Bai Kai and Nanling Yaohua to the dilapidated small Taoist temple.
Once they arrived here, they no longer had to worry about the Nameless Assassin Group pursuing them. They might have the guts to kill indiscriminately in Sanxia Mental Hospital, but they would never dare to act wildly in the territory of Da Chunyang Palace.
What's more, to prevent them from knowing her travel plans to Da Chunyang Palace, Lu Yibei had “entertained” those guests well. They were busy dealing with the Shancheng Si Ye Hui and probably wouldn't be able to get away anytime soon.
Arriving before the dilapidated small Taoist temple, Lu Yibei found the nameless tombstone. From her God Kingdom Prototype, she took out incense and candles and silently lit them for Qingji's four Masters.
“The Spell that troubled and worried you your entire lives has dissipated. Now, you should be able to rest in peace, right? From now on, no one will be trapped by the destiny of guarding Yumen Pass...” freewēbnoveℓ.com
She paused, then quietly added, “Except for Fang Ji; he deserved it.”
As her words fell, she vaguely felt something subtly change around her.
Her Spiritual Energy didn't detect any Spiritual Energy fluctuations, nor did any premonitions flash through her mind, but she just felt it...
Looking around, the originally eerie and decaying small Taoist temple seemed to instantly become clear and bright. Only the traces of time flowed quietly within the dilapidated buildings, and even the surrounding air became fresh, carrying a faint, unique fragrance of grass and trees from the mountains.
Perhaps the Ancestor's four Masters' last lingering obsession had also dissipated?
The destiny of guarding Yumen Pass was probably their last regret after Qingji's return... Lu Yibei thought.
She had seen tens of thousands of unformed urban legend and residual souls attached to objects in the pre-change Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, unwilling to dissipate for a long time due to their unwillingness. Qingji's four Masters, she imagined, existed in a similar form.
Perhaps it was regret for escaping Yumen Pass, or the fear of destiny pursuing them.
After waiting for a moment, once Lu Yibei turned around, Bai Kai leaned forward and curiously asked, “Xiao Bei, you just mentioned the destiny of guarding Yumen Pass?”
He paused, then looked at the nameless tombstone not far away, “Could these... uh, seniors have something to do with Yumen Pass?”
“Yes!” Lu Yibei nodded, “They are the four Masters of my grandfather's grandfather. From the relics they left behind, it's very likely they escaped from Yumen Pass...”
She spent a few minutes briefly explaining the story of Qingji's four Masters to Bai Kai.
After listening, Bai Kai was silent for a moment, then slapped his head and said, “No wonder! Grand Senior Brother Lu clearly has a profound family background, why did he have to get involved in the muddy waters of the Yumen Sand Sea lineage? I never expected it to be like this!”
At its peak, the Yumen Sand Sea had at most five householders. Each householder had several disciples trained as successors. However, by the time Nanling Qifeng was young, it had declined to only him and his Senior Brother Bai Xun.
After Bai Xun died in a conflict with a Strange Tale, the young Bai Kai became a disciple of Nanling Qifeng, joining the Yumen Sand Sea lineage.
Before Lu Ming appeared, he always thought he was Nanling Qifeng's second disciple.
The day Lu Ming arrived at the Yumen Sand Sea, he was overjoyed, thinking he was about to be promoted to the position of “Second Senior Brother.” But he never expected to hear the bad news of becoming the “Junior Junior Brother”...
Although Lu Ming was slightly older, shouldn't this kind of thing be about seniority?
In a fit of rage, the still immature Bai Kai secretly found Lu Ming without his Master's knowledge and challenged him to a duel, hoping to reclaim the “Second Senior Brother” position with his long sword. Then...
He was completely subdued by a dazzling array of Spells.
Subdued in both a “magical” and psychological sense!
Although the Spells Lu Ming used at that time were all low-to-mid-level Spells that barely reached the precise Spell level, Bai Kai still found it incredible when he recalled it today.
High-speed chanting, triple chanting, combined Spells, Spell advancement during chanting, transformation... various Spell casting techniques that usually only appear on high-level Psychic and are typically mastered only one at a time, appeared together on a low-level Psychic.
Even more terrifying was that this low-level Psychic was only twelve years old. Other children at this age might still be immersed in toys or games, but Lu Ming gave the young Bai Kai the feeling that he treated Spells as toys or games...
Because he smiled very happily when he “beat up” Bai Kai with Spells.
After further contact with Lu Ming, in Bai Kai's mind, he gradually transformed from an enemy who took away the “Second Senior Brother” title into a mystery.
He heard his Master say that the guy had a family background no less profound than the Yumen Sand Sea lineage...
He also heard his Grand Senior Brother say that when the guy came to the Yumen Sand Sea, he rarely practiced with his Master. He always slacked off during his Master's best sword techniques and the daily morning and evening Body Technique training...
He also personally saw that guy holed up in the cave where the classics were stored all day, poring over the Spells and divination-related classics left by his predecessors, to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. He only occasionally asked his Master some questions...
Those tricky and strange questions often troubled his Master for many days, and only after repeated attempts could he give relatively accurate answers.
Those classics were accumulated during the heyday of the Yumen Sand Sea lineage. Bai Kai couldn't understand them and wasn't interested. He'd get sleepy just looking at them, and his head would hurt if he looked longer, but he didn't care...
He always believed that his Master was right: a person's energy is limited. Finding something one is good at and excelling in one area, while only dabbling in others, is the limit of what an ordinary person can achieve.
Bai Kai always believed that Lu Ming could have avoided joining the Yumen Sand Sea lineage and inexplicably bearing the destiny of guarding Yumen Pass.
He had also asked Lu Ming about this with confusion.
Lu Ming just said with a grin, “My family wouldn't let me touch them; I'd get beaten if I did. But I liked these things, and I couldn't stand the beatings anymore, so I ran away from home in a fit of pique.”
After deeper contact with Lu Ming, Bai Kai discovered that he was telling the truth, but not the whole truth.
Lu Bayi, the Old man Lu, born in the spring breeze and raised under the red flag, was a materialist and indeed did not want his son to come into contact with those mysterious “dregs.”
However, this didn't prevent Lu Ming from joining any other large Spiritual Energy organization besides the Yumen Sand Sea. For someone like him, where couldn't he learn what he wanted?
Later, as he got older and came into contact with more Spiritual Energy organizations, Bai Kai no longer dwelled on this issue. After all, joining any Spiritual Energy organization required a price, only differing in degree.
From the information Lu Ming occasionally revealed, joining the Yumen Sand Sea lineage was just a coincidence: he happened to stumble upon related records while secretly looking through his Old Dad's book collection.
Now, after listening to Lu Yibei's narration, the mystery that had existed in his heart for many years was finally solved.
“Rustle, rustle.”
Just as Bai Kai was immersed in his memories, the sound of a pen scratching paper rang out.
“I heard my grandfather say that the reason the Yumen Sand Sea lineage declined was largely due to the four householders escaping Yumen Pass many years ago. I never expected...”
“Hmm, I heard my Master say that too.” Bai Kai shook his head and sighed meaningfully, “Ah, I never expected it!”
He never expected Lu Ming's background to have such a deep connection with the Yumen Sand Sea lineage...
He never expected that the descendants of the four householders who defected from the Yumen Sand Sea lineage back then would now unravel the Spell-like destiny that had plagued the Yumen Sand Sea lineage for over eight hundred years...
All of this seemed like a coincidence, yet also like a kind of reincarnation, akin to “he who tied the bell must untie it.”
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“Calamitys Death” Countdown: 106h02m51s
After paying respects to Qingji's four Masters, Lu Yibei sent a message to Zhang Huainan via Paper Cicada Immortal, telling him that she had arrived at the agreed location.
However, after sending the message and receiving Zhang Huainan's reply, she waited for nearly an hour, but Zhang Huainan still did not appear.
What was the Old man doing? Why wasn't he here yet? Lu Yibei felt vaguely uneasy.
She wondered if it was her imagination, but she felt that something bad was about to happen. A faint chill, almost imperceptible, kept crawling up her back.
Just as this ominous premonition was about ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) to reach its peak, a whistling sound suddenly came from the mountains. Something seemed to be rapidly approaching, and all the stray Spiritual Energy in the small, low-lying area surrounded by mountains became agitated.
Like startled fireflies, tiny specks of light flickered on and off, flying chaotically across the sky.
Lu Yibei, “???”
What the heck? What's going on?
Did the Nameless Assassin Group catch up again so quickly?
To actually pursue them all the way to Da Chunyang Palace, weren't they a bit too bold?
As Lu Yibei was thinking, a familiar long howl suddenly echoed from the mountains. Immediately, a lithe figure resembling a horse, bathed in moonlight, leaped from a distant mountain peak and landed on a nearby rock, enveloped in dense water mist, with tiny, sparkling electric snakes constantly jumping within the mist.
It was the eldest cousin, Shui Shu Beast.
“Slower, slower, you're going to fall...”
As Shui Shu Beast approached, a weak, murmuring voice could vaguely be heard. Following the sound, a figure was seen lying on the eldest cousin's back, flailing like a cloak as Shui Shu Beast leaped closer.
“Oh, never mind, do whatever you want...”
Seemingly seeing that persuasion was useless, the girl finally compromised. The next moment, with a large leap from Shui Shu Beast, she was flung off, her body splayed out in an X-shape, spinning rapidly, tracing a beautiful arc, and heavily smashing onto the ground in front of Lu Yibei.
“Boom!” The ground shook, and dust billowed.
When the dust settled, the girl, who was embedded in the ground but completely unharmed, revealed her delicate yet somewhat languid face. She raised a hand to push back her messy bangs and smiled at Lu Yibei.
“Long time no see.”
“How have you been recently?”
“Oh, and thank you for the things you specifically sent me before...”
Seeing Hua Sang, Lu Yibei's eyes twitched fiercely.
She wasn't surprised that Zhang Huainan had Hua Sang meet her. What was surprising was that Hua Sang had specifically taken a bath and said more than two sentences upon meeting her.
Even more critically, Nanling Yaohua was also by her side, quietly observing everything.
For a moment, even without activating the special ability of her eyes, Lu Yibei felt as if she was hallucinating, sensing Nanling Yaohua floating in circles around her, looking at her with resentful eyes, and muttering incessantly.
“This little sister is so beautiful! Who is she? She seems to have a good relationship with you! How come I've never heard you mention her?”
Lu Yibei, “...”
