Chapter 1351: Martial Aunt?
Chapter 1351: Martial Aunt?
Translator: CinderTL
A thousand miles outside Thousand Blades City, Song Wen stood atop a desolate mountain.
He and Ke Zheng had agreed to leave the city separately. Ke Zheng also needed to store the soul lamp.
After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Ke Zheng’s figure appeared on the distant horizon.
"Feng Xin, let’s go," Ke Zheng said as he landed beside Song Wen.
Song Wen’s nostrils twitched slightly.
He detected a faint, unusual fragrance on Ke Zheng—so subtle that even his Body Integration Stage cultivation might have missed it.
"Fellow Daoist Ke, please lead the way," Song Wen said, gesturing politely without mentioning the strange scent.
"Let’s take my Giant Flying Ship. You can tell me about the Li Clan while we travel."
Ke Zheng summoned a small flying ship and boarded the deck.
Without hesitation, Song Wen leaped onto the deck as well.
The ship accelerated instantly, streaking toward the horizon.
After about fifteen minutes, Song Wen had finished explaining the Li Clan’s situation. Ke Zheng responded, "According to your account, the Li Clan has only one Divine Transformation Stage cultivator at the early stage. This mission should be a sure thing."
"Fellow Daoist Ke, we must not underestimate them," Song Wen cautioned. "The Li Clan has controlled Beaconfire Market for centuries and undoubtedly possesses a formidable Clan Protection Formation. We need to plan this carefully..."
Song Wen’s voice abruptly cut off, a look of astonishment spreading across his face.
"Fellow Daoist Ke, what’s that strange fragrance coming from you?"
The scent emanating from Ke Zheng grew increasingly potent, so strong that Song Wen could no longer feign ignorance.
"You’ve finally noticed," Ke Zheng sneered, "but it’s already too late."
With a sudden burst of movement, Ke Zheng lunged at Song Wen, who stood about three meters away. His palm glowed with a golden, gilded light as he struck toward Song Wen’s head.
"You’ve already been poisoned by Azure Silk Entanglement! Your spiritual power is completely immobilized. Die!"
Just as the golden palm was about to strike Song Wen’s head, an arm suddenly appeared, striking Ke Zheng’s forearm.
Crack!
The crisp sound of bone snapping echoed through the air, and Ke Zheng felt a searing pain shoot through his arm.
His forearm had been broken, the jagged, bone-white fragments piercing through flesh and blood.
Ke Zheng’s eyes widened in shock and terror.
This scene was eerily familiar. Almost identical events had unfolded at Ke Manor in River Pan City, even the location of the broken bone seemed precisely the same.
"You... you’re Gou Jun..."
Ke Zheng immediately retreated, fleeing toward the ship tower of the Giant Flying Ship.
"Fellow Daoist Ke, your mind is indeed sharp. But as you said... it’s too late!"
A crimson glow surged beneath Song Wen’s feet, and a blood-colored tentacle shot forth.
The tentacle moved with impossible speed, arriving at the ship tower’s entrance before Ke Zheng could reach it, blocking his path.
Like a venomous serpent, the tentacle reared its head, its crimson eyes glaring menacingly at Ke Zheng.
Ke Zheng froze instantly, the tentacle radiating a suffocating aura of impending death.
He glanced at the tentacle blocking his path, then turned to look back at Song Wen, his expression gradually shifting to despair.
His legs buckled, and he knelt toward Song Wen.
"Senior Gou Jun, this junior deserves ten thousand deaths. But might you spare my life, considering that I once led you deep into the Wu Clan to rescue your companions?"
"Answer a few questions, and I’ll grant you a path to survival," Song Wen replied, glancing toward Thousand Blades City, still ten thousand miles away. For safety’s sake, it was best to act further away.
To prevent eavesdropping, Song Wen casually conjured a gray barrier, enveloping the entire Giant Flying Ship.
Though the ship belonged to Ke Zheng, the man was too terrified to maintain control. Under the force of Song Wen’s immense spiritual power, the ship’s speed not only remained constant but accelerated, hurtling toward the desolate wilderness.
"Senior, please ask. This junior will answer truthfully to the best of my knowledge," Ke Zheng replied, clinging to Song Wen’s words like a drowning man grasping at a straw. Whether that straw could save him or not, he had no choice but to cling to it with all his might.
"Why did you suddenly attack me? Did I reveal some weakness?" Song Wen asked, posing a seemingly trivial question.
"Senior, it wasn’t because you showed any vulnerability," Ke Zheng said. "Rather, this junior’s greed got the better of him. I intended to rob you."
Song Wen nodded slightly.
His appearance as a notorious bandit would indeed make him an easy target for such schemes.
"You mentioned earlier that your master, Gu Huang, was involved in a major deal. What exactly was this business?"
"This junior doesn’t know the specifics," Ke Zheng replied. "About a month ago, Gu Huang suddenly announced a lucrative venture but lacked sufficient spirit stones. He summoned over twenty fellow disciples from the Void Refinement and Divine Transformation Stages, promising them a fifty percent bonus as gratitude for their investment. The twenty of us, including myself, pawned our possessions. Combined with Gu Huang’s sale of some spiritual objects, we raised a total of two million high-grade spirit stones. After that, Gu Huang vanished with the spirit stones and hasn’t returned since."
"You’re quite the loyal disciple," Song Wen said, his expression sinister, as if he didn’t believe a word Ke Zheng had said. "Even with your own life hanging by a thread, you’re still defending your master."
Suddenly, Ke Zheng felt a bone-chilling coldness creeping up his spine.
Unbeknownst to him, the Blood Tentacle blocking the ship tower’s entrance had extended a razor-sharp needle from its tip, pressing against the back of his head. The needle had already pierced his flesh, and blood slowly trickled out.
"Senior, I swear on my Dao, I haven’t uttered a single lie," Ke Zheng stammered, frozen in place, afraid to move even a muscle lest he provoke the needle to pierce his skull.
"Very well, I’ll provisionally believe you," Song Wen said.
As soon as the words left his lips, the needle retracted several feet.
Song Wen had merely been trying to intimidate Ke Zheng, not genuinely suspecting he was lying.
"Do you know the whereabouts of your sect’s Ying Wu?" Song Wen continued.
"May I ask why Senior seeks my Martial Aunt? I can relay a message on your behalf," Ke Zheng replied hastily.
Now it was Song Wen’s turn to be surprised.
"Ying Wu is your Martial Aunt? She’s Gu Huang’s dao companion?"
Ke Zheng replied, "They aren’t dao companions. But in Gu Huang’s presence, I’ve always addressed Ying Wu as ’Martial Aunt.’ After so long, it’s become a habit."
"Then why do you call her that?" Song Wen asked.
Ke Zheng explained, "The origins of this go back thousands of years. When Gu Huang and Ying Wu joined the Myriad Swords Pavilion simultaneously, Ying Wu’s striking beauty and her uncommon air of heroism captivated many male disciples, including Gu Huang. However, Ying Wu was completely devoted to cultivation and showed no interest in their advances."
"The more unattainable something is, the more it’s desired. The male disciples didn’t give up; instead, they became even more determined to win Ying Wu’s favor. Not only would they win the hand of a beautiful woman, but they could also boast their triumph over the other disciples."
(End of the Chapter)
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