Chapter 296: Chapter 13 Where is My Senior Sister?
By the time Lin Duanshan and the others had regained consciousness, they found that Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu had both vanished without a trace.
The three of them exchanged confused looks for a moment before Guan Shanyue took out a sand pen and began trying to contact An Zhisu.
After a short while, a response came from the other side.
Looking at An Zhisu’s response, the three of them were somewhat baffled.
This Misty Forest, the people of Shushan had almost entered it yearly, and there had never been a case of someone disappearing.
Everyone had always been sent out safely and soundly.
Even if we take a step back, the Jade Capital Sect Leader had also gone in to investigate. If there were any dangers, wouldn’t he know?
That is the Sect Leader of Shushan!
Guan Shanyue conveyed the group’s opinion back, and soon the sand pen began to write out extremely sloppy characters.
Seeing the new reply, everyone fell silent once more.
“Are you kidding?” Duan Fenhai frowned and said, “Asking us to split up and look for Ling Yunpo, yet he himself woke up first and ran off somewhere. With these Hundred Thousand Mountains so vast, where are we supposed to find him?”
“Brother Duan, choose your words carefully,” Lin Duanshan cautioned, “Judging by the tone and wording of the reply, Senior Sister An is already very unstable at the moment. If we add fuel to the fire, she might just lose control.”
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“What if she loses control?” Duan Fenhai sneered, “Is she going to kill us or what?”
“Wouldn’t she dare?” Guan Shanyue coldly retorted.
The three fell silent once again.
Well, An Zhisu really would dare… It’s not that she would commit murder on the spot, but this woman held grudges. If she decided to seek revenge against them after returning, or challenge their junior brothers and sisters to a duel, it would be a real headache.
“Alright, alright,” Duan Fenhai sighed, “An Zhisu, after all, has at least a High-Grade Golden Core. Since we’ve already achieved our goal for this trip, let’s just do her a favor and build some goodwill.”
So the three of them dispersed to look for Ling Yunpo.
……….
It was unknown how much time passed before Ling Yunpo emerged from the Misty Forest.
The ancient language of the South Sea Dragon Clan was fairly simple to write and read, and listening was manageable, but pronunciation was absurdly difficult.
It wasn’t that Ling Yunpo’s tongue was stiff, but that the vocal organs of the Dragon Clan were different from those of humans.
Many words that the Dragon Clan could easily articulate required humans to pucker their mouths, creating as large a cavity as possible, to produce those syllables with special vibrations – sounding much like a male singer’s high-pitched chant.
Ling Yunpo decided to call it “Old Dragon Accent.”
After learning the Old Dragon Accent, Ling Yunpo could now converse with the dragons and Aquatic Clan of the Southern Sea.
As for the East and North Sea, it was more or less like different dialect zones, communication was still possible.
In the future, if Wei Dongliu wanted to fall out with Long Xiaoqi and suddenly used the Old Dragon Accent to say “What are you looking at,” it would definitely confuse Long Xiaoqi on the spot, and he could take the opportunity to strike fiercely…
Huh?
Where is my senior sister?
Where is my huge senior sister?
It took him some time before Ling Yunpo sharply remembered that he had asked the fish person priest to send his senior sister and the others out ahead of time.
If it had been Junior Sister Xu, Miss Shi, Jiang the Witch, there probably wouldn’t be any problems. But considering how much Senior Sister An cared and doted on him, what could she possibly do?
After pondering for a moment, Ling Yunpo suddenly realized that Senior Sister probably wouldn’t think he was still lingering in the Misty Forest, but would assume he had left early or been taken away by someone.
After all, with so many examples before and the endorsement of the Jade Capital Sect Leader, who could have anticipated that it would be different when it came to his turn?
Alas, it’s all my fault, all my fault!
Ling Yunpo decided to quickly find Senior Sister An, but couldn’t figure out where to start looking.
He could only begin searching the vicinity in hopes that, with some luck, he might encounter her.
He picked a random direction and after walking several miles, he found several corpses by the mountainside road.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the bodies had all died from stabs to the heart.
Such skilled, ruthless moves were very likely made by Senior Sister An, as she usually preferred aiming for the heart and throat during sword practice – she just wouldn’t actually thrust.
Ling Yunpo sighed and began checking pockets and containers.
With the scanning ability of the Kunlun Mirror, no matter what traps, poisons, or curses were set on the bodies, he had a way to detect and counteract them.
Of course, what was more important was that no one was present, so he didn’t have to worry about breaking character!
This matter was also quite strange, where others claimed “more hands make light work”, why did it seem to turn into “long live the lone ranger” for me?
By my fellow disciples’ sides, to fit into the roles they expected, I was always so restricted and couldn’t let go;
But now, on my own, with the Thunder Divine Light Qingping Sword, ambushing and rifling through corpses, I did whatever was convenient, and it was downright exhilarating!
Having collected three or four Storage Bags, which were full of all kinds of toxic Magical Treasures, they could all be used for Wei Dongliu’s two disciples.
After gathering everything, Ling Yunpo continued on his way.
At least judging from the state of the corpses, Senior Sister An must have been here before.
Passing through valleys and entering forests, Ling Yunpo saw even more bodies, around seven or eight of them, some pierced through the chest, some with slit throats, the extreme cruelty of it all.
He sighed, feeling a sense of guilt beginning to build inside him.
Senior Sister An seemed to be in a bit of a hurry… No good, I need to find her fast!
So he rifled through the surrounding corpses once more, collecting various Cultivation Techniques, Magical Treasures, Elixirs… practically everything there was to gather.
It had to be said that trash was really trash. With Ling Yunpo’s current standards, there was little to catch his eye.
Passing through the forest once again, he arrived at a river.
The riverbanks were densely lined with the bodies of Demon Cult Cultivators, roughly a dozen in sight.
The causes of death were varied and bizarre, some with slit throats, their heads severed; some pierced through the heart, others had their chests and bellies ruptured, their intestines spilling out.
Ling Yunpo: ………
From the state of the deaths, it was clear that Senior Sister An was extremely unstable, even her Sword Control Technique no longer striving for precision.
In her haste to kill, she spared no means!
Ling Yunpo frowned, wishing he could immediately fly up into the sky with the Sword Control Technique and have an unobstructed view of everything below.
However, seeing the peach blossom miasma in the sky, he instantly gave up the idea.
Well, at least I’m not fighting alone…
“Ah Jing, Qing Ping!” Ling Yunpo cried out in his mind, “Lend me a hand quickly!”
“Mhm,” the Qing Ping Sword pondered for a moment, then said, “Finding An Zhisu might be unlikely, as there is nothing special about her, but… we can find the Flying Smoke Sword.”
“Great,” Ling Yunpo said with joy, “How do we find it?”
“Have you forgotten? Your innate talent ‘Innate Sword Bone’ allows you to resonate with the Flying Sword,” Qing Ping Sword reminded him.
Ling Yunpo slapped his forehead immediately, How could I have forgotten that?
From the dispersal of blood in the river, the bodies hadn’t been dead for long, and Senior Sister An might still be nearby.
Only hidden by the mountains and forests, hence invisible.
With this thought, Ling Yunpo held his breath and activated the resonance of his Sword Bone.
Instantly, the swords beside the bodies of the Demon Cult Cultivators began to vibrate and ring out.
On the other side of the mountains, the encirclement set up by the Demon Cult Cultivators had been broken through by An Zhisu alone, armed with just a sword.
“What are you waiting for, stop her!”
“With what? You go on and stop her!”
“If we can’t kill her, we all die!”
The crowd babbled and blustered, vocally aggressive but without hesitation in action, they quickly scattered like birds and beasts.
Those who survived within the fiercely competitive Demon Cult had to be at least a little clever. Even those who relied on their own strength and didn’t take the Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal seriously were cut down like chives under her blade, so the remaining clearly knew what to do.
An Zhisu stood amidst the devastation, her face expressionless as she looked around her.
Her expression was utterly detached, unmoved by the hellish scene around her.
Her heart was equally cold, as if it had fallen into an exceedingly frigid ice cave.
With no master and no sight of her junior brother, she felt as if she no longer had a heart.
Suddenly, the Flying Smoke Sword, telepathically connected with her, seemed to sense a call and began to joyfully sing, pulling her in a certain direction.
An Zhisu didn’t know what was happening, but she had an intuition: it was her junior brother calling her!
If she went there and discovered it wasn’t her junior brother… no matter who it was, she’d kill them all!