Free Web NovelLi Mo and the others dismounted from the Peng Demon at the edge of the Mingjiao Clan’s territory.
It could not go any deeper into the territory of its sworn enemies, otherwise, if discovered by a strong expert of the Mingjiao Clan, it would very likely be shot down.
Watching the Peng Demon fly away, Xiao Li was deep in thought.
He had been to the military camp in Baoping Town; the border guards there, plus a Guan Shen Realm expert guarding the town, could have easily captured the Peng Demon long ago, or at the very least, driven it away.
Why, then, had it always been allowed to remain on Baoping Mountain, causing such widespread panic?
The group walked on this land called Blackwater Marsh.
This place, often muddy and rainy, also had Human Race towns, but they no longer had garrison troops.
The Human Race, who had lived here for generations, all believed in 'Wuling'.
Different towns worshipped a wide variety of Wuling, which, in addition to protecting the peace of their respective areas, also had various strange functions.
For example, right now.
After five days of continuous travel, amidst mountains piled upon mountains, a relatively flat town finally appeared.
The entire town was built around a lake, and faint sounds of exotic fishing songs could be heard from the lake.
“This is the last town before entering the Mingjiao Clan’s territory,” Huang Donglai said, looking at the map with certainty.
“The fabric of the clothes here in Blackwater Marsh is really strange.”
Murong Xiao took off the silk hat covering his head, shook it twice, and all the water droplets slid off, leaving it dry again, with a faint, beautiful luster reflecting from it.
Huang Donglai said, “Each land nurtures its own people. This pearl white lotus silk naturally repels moisture and is very precious.”
“The texture is really good; it’s practically the best-feeling thing in the world,” Murong Xiao said, touching the silk hat.
“No, it’s not!” freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Suddenly, Li Mo spoke, his eyes filled with conviction.
Just by his expression, one could tell that he was speaking the truth!
“Then what is the softest and smoothest thing in the world?” Murong Xiao asked, puzzled.
“Sigh...”
Li Mo sighed, shook his head, and gently kneaded and rubbed the silk hat.
This technique couldn't be described as similar; it was exactly like a massage...
“??”
Murong Xiao was utterly confused, racking his brain but unable to understand what Brother Li’s action expressed.
Brother Li’s insight was indeed far beyond his comprehension.
“This fabric is good, more comfortable than black cloud gauze. What do you think about using it for stockings?”
Li Mo didn’t know why, but he subconsciously blurted out this question.
Indeed, not only did his hands have their own ideas, but now even his mouth did!
“??”
This time, not only Murong Xiao was stunned, but Huang Donglai was too.
“You know, my Hammer Technique is still decent, so I’ve recently become quite interested in forging.”
“Forging such delicate items is very demanding on technique, so I can start by practicing with a thousand or eight hundred catties.”
Li Mo cleared his throat and put the hat back on Murong Xiao’s head.
Murong Xiao’s eyes were filled with wisdom and surprise.
He had practiced a lot with Elder Han He on Shenbing Peak; Master said that once he could forge a qualified black cloud gauze inner armor, he could be considered a skilled craftsman.
Brother Li was actually choosing the more difficult pearl white lotus silk to start with?!
“......”
Huang Donglai thought to himself, what does this have to do with forging? Isn’t this weaving?
“Brother Li, ten thousand catties of lotus, two taels of silk.”
“Let alone a thousand or eight hundred catties, the entire town’s output wouldn’t even reach twenty catties.”
“.....”
Li Mo looked around and saw figures bending over in the mud by the lake, some women even carrying infants in slings on their backs, stumbling through the mud with one foot deep and the other shallow, so dirty they looked as if they had grown out of the mud themselves.
The pearl-white lotus silk fabric was hard to associate with the group of people before him.
Li Mo and Murong Xiao entered the town.
After spending a large sum of money to purchase a few catties of lotus silk from an out-of-town silk merchant, his doubts remained.
They were producing such precious items.
Why were there still women bringing infants to work in the fields?
The silk merchant, however, enthusiastically said at this moment:
“Today, there happens to be a Wuling sacrifice here. If you are not in a hurry to travel, why not go and see? The Wuling here is very efficacious, and many people believe in it.”
“Thank you,” Li Mo said, but he wasn’t very interested.
Murong Xiao also had little interest in the so-called Wuling sacrifice; he was now somewhat excited and nervous.
“I wonder if my parents are getting impatient.”
He had never seen his parents since he was born.
“Hmm... I also greatly admire Brother Murong...”
Walking along the road, Li Mo couldn’t help but wonder:
“Since Uncle and Aunt miss you so much, why don’t they come to Qingyuan Sect to see you? And they even feel at ease letting you come to the Southern Border alone.”
“Perhaps they also have their difficulties, and besides, aren’t we almost safely there?”
Murong Xiao grinned, his heart full of the joy of soon seeing his birth parents.
Li Mo: “.....”
If it weren't for the joint {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} enforcement of Sword City and Rain Listening Pavilion, you’d still be serving as a Divine Child for the Demon Summoning Sect right now.
However.
After not seeing each other for many years, it just so happened that when the Jade Phoenix descended to the Southern Border, Murong Xiao was suddenly called back.
It’s hard to say there’s no connection.
But the reasons behind it would only be known once they reached the Mingjiao Clan’s territory.
As they spoke, the group arrived by the marsh, where there was a tall altar, bearing the marks of wind and frost.
Without even getting close, they could see the statue of the god upon it.
The statue was entirely made of stone, with a large head and small body, and two pairs of eyes, grotesque and terrifying.
“Hiss... why does it feel familiar to me?”
Li Mo recalled the Sanxingdui of his previous life, but then felt it wasn’t entirely similar.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember.
It was on Qunyu Peak!
Among the pile of God-Observing Picture statues shattered by the beautiful Master, there were some with similar forms to this one.
At this moment.
The shaman, wearing a mask identical to the face of the statue, was performing a strange dance on it.
The people below devoutly offered sacrifices and received a black incense stick, which they lit and prayed fervently, some even unable to resist speaking their heartfelt wishes. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
“I hope for a good harvest this year...”
“I hope to have a son...”
Li Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.
This Wuling...
He found that this Wuling statue subtly gave him the illusion of looking at a God-Observing Picture, yet it was much more bizarre than ordinary God-Observing statues.
This didn’t seem like a proper deity.
Li Mo recalled that in other villages they had passed through, all the worshipped Wuling seemed to be like this.
“I hope the vicious Ming Jiaolong will no longer invade the village...”
“I hope to meet my parents smoothly...”
Huh?
Li Mo turned his head and saw that Murong Xiao was also praying there.
No, Brother Murong, the greatest function of this Wuling is to defend against the Ming Jiaolong.
And you’re bowing to this?
Even if the Wuling agrees, can the Buddha agree?
Just then.
Gurgle gurgle—
The sky suddenly darkened, and a whirlpool abruptly appeared in the lake, rapidly expanding and growing larger, with a huge, pitch-black shadow within it.
“The Ming Jiaolong are causing trouble!”
