Chapter 746 - 116: Seeking the Teleportation Array

Beside the official road outside Black Stone Hill, morning mist has not yet dissipated.

The dense forest blocks out the sun, and amidst the interwoven branches, two figures meld like shadows into the rocks.

Quietly hibernating atop the tree canopy.

It’s Xu Xiaochun and Zou Qi.

Both restrained their entire aura, even their breathing was suppressed to a whisper.

Only two concentrated Divine Senses pierced through the thin mist, precisely locking onto the three vigilant escape lights in the distance.

Precisely Xiaoqiao, Qin Chuan, and Zhang Zhiwei.

"Could the person who took action be the junior brother?"

Xu Xiaochun first transmitted via Divine Sense.

His sinister brows furrowed tightly, his eyes swirling with unresolved suspicion.

The scene of the ambush at Black Stone Hill last night was still vividly etched in his mind.

The substantial magical power of Dong Cheng, at the late stage of Core Formation, was utterly powerless under the suddenly appearing phantom blade.

At the moment his head flew skyward, the sheer oppression, the ruthless swiftness of the instant kill, was too astonishing and unconventional.

"There are few in the Ten Thousand Merchants Domain with such methods."

He added in a deep voice, with a trace of gravitas in his Divine Sense.

"The junior brother is outwardly at the middle stage of Core Formation, but he always hides deeply..."

"Middle-stage Core Formation, absolutely cannot achieve this."

Zou Qi’s transmitted voice through Divine Sense was succinct, devoid of any extraneous emotion.

He leaned against the sturdy trunk, eyelids slightly drooping, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.

Matters outside the Sword Dao weren’t worth his mental effort.

"At least, it should be an Ascendant of the same realm, with extremely strong trump cards."

This was his only judgment on the mysterious person’s strength from last night.

Late-stage Core Formation, only then would qualify to decisively and smoothly behead another late-stage Core Formation Ascendant in frontal combat.

Still achieve it silently.

Xu Xiaochun sensed Zou Qi’s indifference and laughed at himself.

The astonishment in his Divine Sense gradually dissipated.

Indeed, regardless of whether that person is the junior brother, at least Xiaoqiao and the group’s safety is assured.

That’s enough.

He collected his thoughts, once again suppressing his aura to the extreme.

Together with Zou Qi, they followed Xiaoqiao and the group like two silent shadows from afar.

Moving gradually towards the direction of the Celestial Cyan Domain.

The morning mist gradually dispersed, and the sun began to rise.

Golden rays pierced the clouds, spilling across every inch of Feihong Immortal City.

Outside the Dao Field where Li Ji’an resided, a slender figure stood silently.

It was Bai Cailin.

She wore a plain Daoist robe, her fingers tightly clutching her sleeves, knuckles white, easily revealing her inner tension and unease.

A few days ago, she inadvertently heard at the market in the Immortal City.

Recently, a Tier Three Vermilion Toad Great Demon appeared in the Ten Thousand Merchants Domain, and it was the Spirit Pet of the Chang’an Honored Guest.

This statement, like a key, instantly unlocked a memory long sealed and forgotten.

Back then at the Fierce Tiger Commerce Association, that pudgy cultivator claiming to be Liu Qingyun, and his Reverse Golden Core Vermilion Toad.

"It’s not about snatching a Spirit Pet."

Bai Cailin affirmed in her heart.

A Tier Three Golden Core Great Demon, with opened spiritual intelligence, is extremely loyal to its master. How could it be easily taken?

The only possibility is that the Chang’an Honored Guest is actually that pudgy cultivator, Liu Qingyun, from back then.

These days, she tossed and turned, deeply conflicted.

Today was her day to return to Linchun Immortal City. After much consideration, she finally couldn’t suppress the obsession in her heart.

She wished to stand in front of this Dao Field, to see the Chang’an Honored Guest.

Even if it was just a distant glance, it would fulfill a long-held wish.

She took a deep breath, just about to request an audience.

The restriction around the Dao Field suddenly glowed with a faint spiritual light.

A detached and ripple-less Divine Sense swept over her body like a fresh breeze.

It showed no intent of probing, yet it precisely understood all her intentions.

Soon after, Li Ji’an’s voice directly resonated in her Sea of Consciousness: "The destined encounter has ended; fellow Daoist, please return."

No excess pleasantries, no hesitation at all.

The refusal was crisp and straightforward, without a trace of emotion.

Bai Cailin’s body instantly stiffened in place.

The expectancy and unease on her face turned swiftly into disappointment.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat tight, unable to utter a word.

The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, eventually turning into a soft sigh.

She slowly lowered her head, bowed slightly towards the Dao Field in gratitude for the direct response and bid a complete farewell to the past.

Then she straightened up, turned, and walked towards the end of the road shrouded in morning light, gradually disappearing.

Deep within the Dao Field, in a quiet room.

Li Ji’an sat cross-legged on a jade bed, eyes slightly closed, expression serene.

Responding to Bai Cailin, from his perspective, was merely handling a trivial affair.

Transforming into Liu Qingyun back then was merely a temporary measure.

The interactions with Bai Cailin were chance meetings within chance meetings.

Such past karmic entanglements, unrelated to the core path of Dao, should be severed if they can be, without any need for entanglement.

Ning Sujin stood quietly by his side, dressed elegantly in a light cyan Daoist robe, her posture graceful.

Feeling Li Ji’an retract his Divine Sense, she softly inquired, her voice gentle: "Not going to meet?"

"Just an old mortal attachment,"

Li Ji’an opened his eyes, clarity within them, "No need to be concerned."

He paused, tone turning solemn: "Try to divine the future path; twenty years later, I’m still uncertain."

Ning Sujin nodded, taking a slight step forward.

The Nascent Soul-layered Divine Soul unfurled slowly from her Sea of Consciousness, like a veil of invisible mist, enveloping the entire quiet room.

The surrounding Spirit Vein’s aura seemed to respond, beginning to ripple gently.

"Which directions need divination?" she inquired.

"Three directions."

Li Ji’an’s fingertip lightly tapped the jade bed, speaking each word clearly.