Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 478 - 470: It’s You (Combined - 4k)
Chapter 478: Chapter 470: It’s You (Combined Chapter 4k)
Two more human cities have fallen, suffering heavy casualties.
The Corpse-Driving Sect immediately dispatched more elders and disciples to put out the fires and urged the other three sects to quickly send reinforcements.
Many Demon Generals made their infamous names known.
The Lion Demon, suspected of having ancient sacred bloodlines, with three heads; the Hill Giant, over a hundred feet tall, as large as a mountain;
The terrifying Water Demon with countless clones that couldn’t be killed; the Deer Demon whose green chest gem can shoot a beam of destruction; and nameless ghostlike demons with no physical form…
Many more Demon Generals, who have yet to take action, are continually joining the fray.
The Wolf Clan of Cyan Wolf Ridge has also yet to strike.
Lou Yi knew he was bound to rejoin the battlefield sooner or later.
Yet, the Martial Artist’s sixth sense warned him.
If he dared to join the war again, he would inevitably face an unprecedented ambush!
“The Seer must be killed.”
If he didn’t eliminate the Seer who could break through his Disguise Talent, any approach to the battlefield would lead to a Demon Clan ambush.
The Demon Clan sees him as the greatest threat, and to kill him, they would undoubtedly throw unprecedented forces at him.
“I need to quickly enhance my strength…” Lou Yi pondered.
When strength is sufficient, all schemes and conspiracies would crumble of their own accord.
…
Shortly after Shi Caifeng and her fellow outer sect members left, Lou Yi received a message from Su Yu.
“Have you found the whereabouts of the Ancient Martial Cultivator so soon?”
“He wants to meet in He City…”
Lou Yi was quite surprised at how quickly Su Yu discovered the Ancient Martial Cultivator’s whereabouts.
After all, it was nothing more than a casual move; he never thought it would actually be useful.
As for whether it was a trap.
Lou Yi felt that Su Yu lacked the guts for that, and secondly, when the Golden Core wasn’t likely to intervene, he was confident that he could retreat unscathed in any extreme situation.
Having made a decision, he no longer hesitated and left the Corpse-Driving Sect, heading for He City.
…
In He City, at the Bafang Teahouse.
As He City is located in the heartland of Zhao Kingdom, it hasn’t been much affected by the human-demon war, and the teahouse was still bustling with noise.
In the center of the teahouse, a storyteller with graying temples, wearing a dark blue long gown and black cloth shoes, was animatedly speaking.
He held a clapper and a folding fan, narrating with great passion, frequently drawing applause from the patrons in the teahouse.
“Speaking of that Red Hero, he hails from an ancient secluded sect, which stays hidden from the world, watching the vicissitudes of life and the rise and fall of dynasties from a distance…”
“However, his master, Tian Daozi, foretold a calamity in our Zhao Kingdom.
In the heart of this calamity, a person of great fate would be born to stir the winds and clouds and thwart the Demon Clan’s evil deeds…”
“Red Hero, whose real name is Cheng Chen, possesses a formidable illusion technique called ’I Picture All Beings As Myself Yet Not Myself’.
This Cultivation Technique is immensely powerful; even encountering demons face-to-face, they would mistake him for their kin, allowing Red Hero to kill them in a single blow!”
“Red Hero used the Secret Technique ’I Picture All Beings As Myself Yet Not Myself’ to storm thirteen cities in quick succession, slaying countless demons, instilling fear throughout the Demon Clan!
The most famous battle was against the Mirage Demon… Among the myriad demons, he took its head and left with wild laughter; who can stop me!!”
As the storyteller reached a critical moment, recounting the slaying of the Mirage Demon and Red Hero’s triumphant departure,
His voice grew increasingly fervent, and the crowd’s excitement soared with continuous applause and cheers, with many copper coins thrown at the storyteller, landing at his feet.
“Bravo!”
“Well done!”
“Red Hero truly is a hero of the Human Race, treating the Demon Clan like pets!”
The listeners erupted in cheers, as if they were witnessing Red Hero’s feat of slaying demons firsthand.
In a corner of the teahouse, a simply dressed man in his thirties sat alone at a table.
Unlike most people, he showed not a hint of excitement at the storytelling, but rather, surprise flickered in his eyes.
“Ancient secluded sect, master Tian Daozi, Secret Technique ’I Picture All Beings As Myself Yet Not Myself’… What on earth?”
Lou Yi couldn’t help but admire the storytellers’ imaginative minds. Not only could they conjure stories from thin air, but they could make them sound so convincing, almost fooling him.
He popped a few peanuts into his mouth, quietly waiting.
Before long,
A man wearing a bamboo hat appeared diagonally ahead of him, finding an empty table nearby to sit at.
The two communicated silently through Spiritual Sense.
“Where is the inheritor of the Ancient Martial Cultivator?”
“In the Yin Sha Realm.”
The man with the bamboo hat was naturally Su Yu. Lou Yi learned from him that the Yin Sha Realm was a small world affiliated with the Yellow Springs Sect.
“A small world…” Lou Yi pondered for a moment.
Though he hadn’t been to a small world himself,
He knew they generally required Teleportation Arrays or portals to enter, with secret entrances known only to the core members of their powers.
Su Yu himself was far from a core member of the Yellow Springs Sect; how could he obtain a way for himself to enter the Yin Sha Realm?
“The opportunity to enter the Yin Sha Realm is controlled by the higher-ups of my sect.
I’ve happened to latch onto the Holy Daughter’s support. She agreed to give me a chance… However, she wants to see you.”
“Did you tell her about us?”
Lou Yi narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether to deal with Su Yu directly.
“No, she deduced there was someone behind me controlling. She knows of your existence.” Su Yu’s voice carried undisguised fear. “In the presence of the Holy Daughter, I can’t hide anything.
She resembles an ancient deity, lofty and exalted, able to perceive my every thought…”
“Who is this Holy Daughter?”
Lou Yi wouldn’t rush to meet the Holy Daughter just because of what Su Yu said.
To be safe, he used his Control Talent and Illusion Talent on Su Yu.
Su Yu stiffened, his eyes turning vacant.
In his mind, Lou Yi’s questions echoed.
“How did you come into contact with the Holy Daughter?”
“I don’t know. The Holy Daughter chose me; I was surprised too.” Su Yu communicated through Spiritual Sense in a rigid manner.
The outsiders in the teahouse saw no anomaly, continuing their excitement at the storytelling, with cheers occasionally rising.
In the corner, Lou Yi’s interrogation continued.
“Did you voluntarily tell the Holy Daughter about our dealings?”
“No, she discovered it on her own.”
“Why does the Holy Daughter want to see me?”
“I don’t know either…”
“Who is the Holy Daughter?”
After extensive questioning, Lou Yi found that Su Yu was clueless, knowing nothing.
“Is it a trap?”
Lou Yi hesitated a bit, as the Martial Artist’s intuition told him there was no danger.
But in this world, treasures or Cultivation Techniques that could obscure intuition, though rare, weren’t nonexistent. For instance, the previous Seer, who almost lured Lou Yi into an ambush.
As if aware of Lou Yi’s concern, the Holy Daughter chose the meeting location at the well-known high-end teahouse Ling Feng Pavilion in the city.
Lou Yi immediately headed for Ling Feng Pavilion.
Located in the east of He City, it was as expansive as a small estate, with flowing corridors and bridges, seven or eight exquisite towers standing tall within, with gentle music occasionally echoing.
Lou Yi entered the agreed-upon fourth tower.
No one was there, but tea sets and tea were already arranged on the long table inside, with incense burning in the incense burners in the four corners of the room.
An inscription hung in the center of the wall: ’Separated by the vast ocean, your visage remains unchanged; continuing on the refined path, what shall be my intentions?’
Lou Yi stared at the inscription for a moment.
Without a sound, a woman in a white dress appeared a few steps behind him.
Her face was veiled with white silk, and her deep eyes seemed to house countless stars, distant and mysterious.
Lou Yi turned around, his pupils suddenly enlarging.
“Lou Yi, we meet again.”
“It’s you, I really didn’t expect this.”
The woman in white before him, though veiled, had eyes, a posture, and a voice that Lou Yi found incredibly familiar.
Yet now, she seemed entirely foreign.
She appeared as though floating in the sky, her presence emanating a profoundness that even made Lou Yi’s scalp tingle.
That kind of aura, Lou Yi had only felt in previous encounters with Golden Core elders and Great Demons.
How could this be!
Lou Yi found it hard to believe what mystic art could transform a woman who had never embarked on the path of cultivation to such a level in less than five years?
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