Chapter 331: Chapter 48: Which One is the Real Voice?
To the Orthodox Sect, the Nether Ghost Path’s base was elusive and difficult to find.
However, it seemed that the Demon Cult had some sort of secretive way to communicate with each other.
Anyway, Jiang Liyan brought Wei Dongliu to a ferry crossing by the Yellow River.
This place looked like just a small fishing village, but when Wei Dongliu landed on the ground, he realized that there were oddly too many fishermen around.
More precisely, they were all Nether Ghost Path Cultivators in disguise.
From the perspective of Wei Dongliu, a senior spy with extensive experience, professional training, and decades in this line of work, the acting skills of these Nether Ghost Path Cultivators were so cringeworthy they could explode.
Had Orthodox Sect Cultivators not recognized them face to face, the Orthodox Sect might as well have organized everyone to cultivate Heavenly Vision—after all, there weren’t any interstellar battles to fight in this world.
But then again, would Orthodox Sect Cultivators flying past on their swords ever land to inspect this ferry crossing in detail?
It was simply not possible. Just how many ferry crossings were there along the Yellow River from its source to its mouth!
At a tofu stall near the entrance of the village, the two saw Wen Yang dressed as a laboring woman, with her hemp sleeves rolled up high above her elbows, revealing fair and smooth arms.
Another male Cultivator, dressed as a scholar, was standing in front of the tofu stall fanning himself, eagerly striking up a conversation:
“Sister Wen, you really shouldn’t be pretending to sell tofu. There’s still a spot open at that rouge and powder stall over there.”
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“Brother Jiang.” Wen Yang replied with neither servility nor overbearing pride, but her voice was that of a beautiful female, “Don’t you have your own matters to attend to?”
“Haven’t I just returned from the front line?” The male Cultivator said with a smile, as he took a Magical Treasure out from his bosom, “Here’s a trophy for you.”
“I do not accept awards without merit.” Wen Yang coldly refused.
“Just take it, it’s no use to me.” The male Cultivator then set the Magical Treasure next to the tofu and left with a swish of his fan.
Wei Dongliu slightly tilted his head and saw Jiang Liyan observing her nose, her nose observing her heart, forcibly holding back laughter.
“How much longer are you going to stand there and watch?” Wen Yang turned her head and said irritably.
This time the voice switched to a deep and magnetic male tone.
Wei Dongliu inwardly admired her, thinking it was such a pity not to be a voice actor in the modern Earth.
“How have you been recently, Brother Wen?” Jiang the Witch said with a smile.
“What’s there to be good or bad about.” Wen Yang complained, pushing the tofu stall into the house, “If the Sect commands, go to the frontline to intercept the Orthodox Cultivators, and if there’s nothing, then just pretend to be a mortal here, as you have all seen.”
“Brother Wen.” Wei Dongliu spoke up, “We have found a relic, and would like to invite you to explore it with us.”
Wen Yang was slightly surprised, but quickly nodded:
“Okay, I’ll go change my clothes in the house.”
Soon, he came out dressed in the robes of a female Nether Ghost Path Cultivator.
Wei Dongliu couldn’t be bothered to ask why he was dressed as a woman; after all, a mysterious persona is not supposed to be questioned too much, or else the imposing aura of a great figure would be lost.
The three of them flew on their swords through the air, heading toward the western Long Mountain, and Wen Yang said:
“This place is nearing the front line of conflict with Kunlun, so we must be careful… Is the relic found by Brother Wei nearby, or is it further away?”
“Beneath Long Mountain.” Wei Dongliu stated succinctly.
Beneath Long Mountain? Wen Yang immediately thought of an underground relic previously discovered by the Nether Ghost Path nearby.
It was only after Wei Dongliu led the two to land at a certain foothill of Long Mountain that Wen Yang was astonished to confirm that it indeed was that very relic.
“Brother Wei.” He deliberated on his words a bit before speaking, “This ruin… In fact, many years ago, it had already been thoroughly explored by us from the Nether Ghost Path, and moreover, was nearly completely looted.”
“However, later on, due to the war with Kunlun, we abandoned this place, and there’s basically nothing much left inside.”
“Brother Wen.” Wei Dongliu said calmly, “Do you know of the Flying Asura?”
“The Flying Asura?” Wen Yang’s face changed slightly, clearly knowing what that term implied.
Observing his expression, Wei Dongliu understood that the Nether Ghost Path Cultivator had not only failed to find the White Bone Divine Palace inside but also hadn’t discovered the “Land of Absolute Yang” where the Flying Asura buried its bones.
“Let’s go.” He said indifferently.
The three entered the crevice in Long Mountain, passed through the caves, and arrived in the corridor of an underground palace laid with grey bricks and mortar.
Wen Yang silently observed his surroundings, he had explored this palace more than ten times, yet he never came across any Flying Asura?
Wei Dongliu, following his memory and the route taken by the Flying Asura, reached a certain chamber.
This place was a small room, on the left and right sides stood a coffin each, their lids opened and set aside, both empty inside.
“Originally, there was a golden corpse in each of these coffins on either side.” Wen Yang spoke up to explain, “Later, the elders from my Sect lifted the lids and took away the bodies.”
“Hmm.” Wei Dongliu nodded and looked toward the brick wall between the two coffins.
If his memory served him right, when the Flying Asura had taken Qiu Changtian and Xu Yinglian to this place, there had been a hole in the wall.
Once past the hole, continuing to travel a distance would lead them to the secluded valley where the White Bone Divine Palace was located.
Taking into account the current timeline, with Jian Qingnan and the others possibly still exploring the route of the Flying Asura, and Qiu Changtian and Xu Yinglian being in the Golden Ridge Cave Abode, Wei Dongliu immediately deduced the answer.
He waved his right hand, and from his sleeve, three streaks of golden light flew out, striking the opposite brick wall.
The Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu was originally a fierce insect, its large pincers could even gnaw through a Flying Sword, so ordinary bricks were clearly no match for it.
In no time, it gnawed a large hole in the wall, revealing behind it… a second layer of brick wall.
Although it was still a brick wall, Wen Yang and Jiang Liyan both sensed something was off.
Given the size of this room, a single brick wall should have been enough to support the entire space, making a second layer completely unnecessary.
The Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu continued its assault, swiftly piercing through the second layer of the brick wall as well, revealing a third layer.
Now, the two of them were instantly certain—there definitely was a secret chamber here!
The reason for constructing several layers of brick walls was firstly to increase concealment from Divine Sense searches, and secondly to ensure that even if someone knocked or tapped around here, it wouldn’t produce the sound of a hollow space behind.
The Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu grew increasingly violent, crazily burrowing in, and soon penetrated six or seven layers of brick walls, finally exposing the entrance hidden within.
“Inside here…” Wen Yang extended his Divine Sense, but couldn’t see the end even after hundreds of meters, “What is this?”
“The White Bone Divine Palace.” Before Wei Dongliu could speak, Jiang the Witch had already mimicked his indifferent tone and pompously said.
“The White Bone Divine Palace!” Wen Yang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out uncontrollably exclaiming.
His pitch was piercingly sharp, straying into a feminine pitch.
“Keep your voice down!” Wei Dongliu immediately darkened his expression.
“Ahem.” Wen Yang quickly reverted to a deep male voice and coughed, saying, “Brother Wei, can you be sure that what lies below is truly the White Bone Divine Palace?”
“We’ll know once we go down.” Wei Dongliu said lightly.