Standing silently on the high platform of the earthen mound, Li Muyang, having failed his interruption, had no choice but to stand and listen to the enthusiastic pointers from the mysterious corpse.
But he had already known these words from a previous save.
Knowing that the mysterious corpse had limited active time, once the corpse finished discussing the Red Evil Bell, Li Muyang immediately asked.
“Senior, do you know about the ancient Netherworld Saint Spirit above the Misty Sea?”
After Li Muyang asked this question, the mysterious corpse responded with surprise.
“Shouldn’t you ask me who I am?”
“emmm…” Staring silently at the mysterious corpse in front of him, Li Muyang covered his head, “Please enlighten me on this issue, Senior, about the Netherworld Saint Spirit of the Misty Sea.”
You say you have no relations with Heavenly Machine Pavilion, but damn, you must be an ancestor of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, having already calculated what I’d ask the first time, right?
The mysterious corpse shook its head, speaking self-absorbedly: “You don’t need to know who I am, you just need to know that I am not your enemy.”
“Death is not something to fear; it is a reward. Jiang Xiaoyu, you shouldn’t fear death.”
The corpse spoke with a calm demeanor, exactly the same as during the previous save.
Listening to this mismatched speech, Li Muyang was utterly speechless.
“It really is an NPC…”
This corpse, its words are pre-programmed scripts!
Putting on a supernatural show here.
If not for dying accidentally once and reloading the save, this wouldn’t even have been discovered.
Li Muyang approached and reached out to touch the talking mysterious corpse.
The next second, a white cloth obscured his vision, and Li Muyang was forced to log out.
[You have died, game over]
After reloading the save, Li Muyang once again ascended the earthen mound high platform.
The white-shrouded mysterious corpse slowly rose in the mist.
“…You’ve come back, Jiang Xiaoyu.”
“Welcome back, but it seems like you’ve met me elsewhere, haven’t you?”
Watching the mysterious corpse’s pretentiously profound demeanor, Li Muyang totally gave in.
This senior from Heavenly Machine Pavilion is indeed a priceless character.
Knowing he couldn’t pry any useful information, Li Muyang silently stood aside and listened to the lengthy discourse from the mysterious corpse.
Even though Li Muyang didn’t ask, the mysterious corpse still narrated its answers according to a preset rhythm.
Everything was just so perfectly timed, clearly like an NPC’s program.
And the most rigid and stiff kind at that.
After listening to the guidance from the mysterious corpse, Li Muyang shook his head and left.
“I actually wanted to ask about the apparition of Little Wild Grass…”
The apparition of Little Wild Grass had led him to this place, but after entering, it disappeared.
He wanted to ask how the apparition of Little Wild Grass was left behind, but now there clearly was no answer.
Accompanied by the Princess of the Defunct Country, he descended the earthen mound high platform, walking through a plain riddled with fissures, scooped up a handful of black soil, then got up and left.
It was troublesome to enter, but leaving was very simple.
Li Muyang, driving a carriage, activated the power of the Evil Vein within his body with a thought.
The next second, the carriage moved forward, driving out of the plain and into a mountain of corpses surrounded by swirling mist.
The long-imprisoned Grand Elder immediately began to speak.
“…Didn’t swallow this carriage?”
But what it said was actually the unfinished latter part of the sentence it hadn’t completed when entering the Ancestor Spirit’s resting place.
After finishing this sentence, the Grand Elder was momentarily confused.
Then it suddenly screamed: “We’re back again?! What’s going on? Jie Zijiu, how did we come back? What exactly happened?!”
As outsiders, in the resting place of the Ancestor Spirit, the Grand Elder, the carriage, and the Princess of the Defunct Country, all had their pause buttons pushed as it were.”
The consciousness of Grandpa Wu obviously still lingered at the moment just before entering the resting place of the Ancestor Spirit.
Li Muyang couldn’t be bothered to explain, urging the carriage to head back, saying, “Nothing happened, we’re leaving, there’s nothing here.”
Driving the carriage and holding the Rainbow Glazed Staff, Li Muyang quickly found the driver, Ding Liang, who had stayed in the same spot in the mountains.
After picking up Ding Liang, Li Muyang handed the carriage and even the Rainbow Glazed Staff to Ding Liang to control the carriage and return along the road they had come.
Having obtained the black soil from the resting place of the Ancestor Spirit, Li Muyang had essentially completed the task set by Miao Fengjun.
And the Rainbow Glazed Staff gifted by Miao Fengjun was the reward for this task.
With this staff, slaughtering the remaining nightmare spirits should not be a problem.
The subsequent travel time required would not need Li Muyang to worry.
He clicked the auto-play button, entered the auto-play mode, and then logged out of the game.
Li Muyang, opening his eyes, walked out of the cabin of the Flying Boat and entered the engine room.
Miss Third was steering the Flying Boat, urging it forward.
Seeing Li Muyang emerge, Miss Third snorted coldly, “We’re almost at the Hehuan Sect, have you figured out your plan to kidnap Liu Lian’er yet?”
“Although you are now powerful, trying to kidnap a Junior Sect Master inside the gates of the Hehuan Sect sounds like a suicide mission to me.”
“When the time comes, you go in by yourself, I’ll wait outside to collect your corpse.”
Miss Third was as rude and blunt as ever.
Li Muyang clicked his tongue, saying, “So you think I have a pig’s brain, huh? Do I, being such a shrewd person, look like someone who’d go seeking death?”
“I’ve already thought out the strategy, I have a way to lure Liu Lian’er out.”
Three hours later, the Flying Boat docked in a forest 300 kilometers from the Hehuan Sect.
Li Muyang and Miss Third traveled stealthily through the wilderness, approaching a large city outside the gates of the Hehuan Sect.
This city, under the protection of the Hehuan Sect, bustled with life, filled with many cultivators coming and going, as well as many good-looking men and women dressed in Hehuan Sect attire appearing in the streets and markets.
It looked lively and prosperous.
Li Muyang found a teahouse to sit down in, ordering a few dishes and a pot of hot tea and settled down like that.
Miss Third frowned at him, asking, “Is this your plan? Coming here to drink tea?”
Across from her, Li Muyang, in his two-year-old child’s body, carefully climbed onto a stool and strenuously poured himself a full cup of hot tea, then picked up the chopsticks to start picking up food.
“I have accurate information that Liu Lian’er likes watching plays, shopping, buying clothes.”
“Every three to five days, she runs to this city to shop. See the people on the streets and in the teahouses, why do you think there are so many young cultivators?”
Li Muyang pointing at the young cultivators in his view, smiled and said, “These people, they all came here to lie in wait, hoping to have an encounter with Liu Lian’er.”
“Although the chance of randomly encountering the Junior Sect Master of Hehuan Sect and being noticed by her is very low, it’s not zero, right?”
“The fact that Liu Lian’er likes to come here is no longer a big secret.”
Li Muyang calmly ate the hot dishes, saying, “Once Liu Lian’er appears within my sight, I immediately summon the remains of the True Immortal. In the blink of an eye, I’ll take her away, and Hehuan Sect won’t be able to react in time!”
“By the time Hehuan Sect realizes what’s happened, I will have already run off to the ends of the earth with Liu Lian’er!”
Li Muyang was full of confidence, the plan might be crude, but it had no loopholes.
However, before Li Muyang could finish speaking, a figure took a seat at his table.
White-haired Xie Liuyun asked with surprise, “Cang Su San, what are you doing at our Hehuan Sect?”
“Pfft…”
Food sprayed out of Li Muyang’s mouth at once.
I freaking…
Xie Liuyun?! Ghost Mansion Seven?
Li Muyang stared dumbfounded at the white-haired Sword Cultivator who had appeared beside him, astonished saying, “Weren’t you going to Demon Sword City for a rendezvous?”
How did you end up here?
Seeing Xie Liuyun shaking his head, he said, “The appointment in Demon Sword City is still a few days away, and with the new year coming, shouldn’t I at least stay with my partner until the year is over?”
After saying that, Xie Liuyun looked confusedly at Li Muyang: “I thought I heard you say… you want to take Lian’er away? What are you planning to do?”
Xie Liuyun’s eyes were full of vigilance: “You two aren’t planning to elope, are you?”
