Chapter 694: 777 Arrive at Mutel Desert
The speed at which the Immortal Crane soared through the sky was astonishingly fast. A vast array of mountain ranges was left behind in its wake. Although the Immortal Crane could cover a thousand miles in an hour, within the expansive territory of the Central Province, a thousand miles was hardly significant.
Zuoqiu Yiren’s Flying Sword was naturally much faster than the Immortal Crane, but to accommodate her fellow sect members, Zuoqiu Yiren didn’t fly too quickly, instead following the Immortal Crane overhead.
The originally three-foot-long Merak Sword had now expanded to nearly ten zhang in length and approximately one zhang in width, allowing Chen Mo to even roll around on it.
However, this was clearly not Chen Mo’s fantasy.
To his understanding, Immortal Cultivators always rode their Flying Swords standing, unlike this instance of Sword Control.
But since the Sword Master was Zuoqiu Yiren, it seemed not strange at all.
Being a creature of flesh and blood, the Immortal Crane, with a person weighing a couple of hundred jin on its back, would tire over long distances, needing rest and water to replenish its stamina.
Thus, every hour or two, everyone would land for a rest.
But Zuoqiu Yiren did not need this. She lazily lay on the Flying Sword, sipping her wine. The gentle breeze carried a mix of wine aroma and faint body fragrance to the noses of Chen Mo and others.
Seeing Zuoqiu Yiren’s carefree demeanor, Chen Mo and the others, having spent some time together, were quite used to it.
And with the Flying Sword being this wide, the disciples below had no way of knowing how many people were on it or what they were doing.
Their faces were full of envy and jealousy, solidifying one fact: Chen Mo was indeed Zuoqiu Yiren’s disciple.
They lived together on Merak Peak.
Now with Zuoqiu Yiren escorting them and sharing the Flying Sword, wasn’t this a privilege only afforded to her direct disciple?
"I heard that Elder Zuoqiu is Senior Brother Wang Chen’s aunt, yet even Senior Brother Wang Chen has never enjoyed such treatment, right?"
"Fortunately, Senior Brother Wang Chen isn’t here; if he were to see this scene, he’d surely feel unbalanced in his heart."
The disciples looked up and whispered among themselves.
Su Zhouze and Liu Jingchun looked somewhat grim.
Elder Zuoqiu valued Chen Mo so highly; if they killed Chen Mo later and it was exposed, Elder Zuoqiu surely wouldn’t let them off easily.
The two exchanged a glance, pondering whether they should proceed with their plan.
After some contemplation, they decided to go ahead.
Long Xiaoyao had said he only wanted Chen Mo’s life and didn’t care about the Top Grade Magical Artifact or the Heart-Protecting Silk that Chen Mo had taken.
If they killed Chen Mo, Long Xiaoyao would not only reveal the Activation Technique for the Heart-Protecting Silk but also reward each of them with three hundred Sect Points.
Sought wealth in peril; such a bargain was worth taking a shot at.
Moreover, if they dealt with Chen Mo, they would gain favor from Long Xiaoyao.
As long as they did the job cleanly without Elder Zuoqiu finding out, it’d be fine.
...
Nightfall arrived, the mountain range ahead had vanished, and the villages and towns below were nowhere in sight. Replaced by a vast, endless desert over which the moon shone brightly.
The Mutel Desert had been reached.
The Mutel Desert was under the domain of the East Night Kingdom.
"We’ve reached the Mutel Desert. I’ve heard that there are evil cultivators in the Mite Desert. Tonight, we’ll gather intelligence here. By morning, we will set off from this place and head straight to the towns of the East Night Kingdom, exterminating that group of evil cultivators..."
Su Zhouze suddenly spoke. His voice, augmented by True Qi, spread across the night sky, making sure all the disciples were aware. After speaking, he cupped his hands toward the Flying Sword above, seeming to await Zuoqiu Yiren’s opinion.
Zuoqiu Yiren spoke calmly, "This is your mission, not mine. You can decide how to handle it yourselves."
Saying so, Zuoqiu Yiren turned serious, "As always, know your limits. Failing the mission only means a deduction of monthly offerings, nothing serious. If you encounter danger, prioritize reporting. If needed, retreat. I can assist with the high-tier evil cultivators, but the low-level ones are yours to handle. This mission is also meant to temper you; I can’t be your personal Guard."
"We humbly obey Elder Zuoqiu’s teachings," the disciples respectfully replied.
"You all can set out now. I’ll be following you in the shadows, but don’t wander off. My Divine Sense cannot cover every one of you," Zuoqiu Yiren transmitted to Chen Mo and others.
The girls nodded, and Chen Mo joked, "Sister Yiren, my life is entirely in your hands; don’t get drunk and be lured away by evil cultivators..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zuoqiu Yiren raised her gaze slightly, and Chen Mo immediately felt an invisible force hit him, throwing him off the Flying Sword.
"Sister Yiren, don’t get drunk..."
As he fell, Chen Mo wanted to fly, but an invisible force pressed against him, preventing him from ascending, leaving him to crash into the yellow sand below.
Fortunately, Zuoqiu Yiren was measured in her strength, only meting out a mild punishment.
Chen Mo wasn’t truly hurt.
"Your courage is growing; you’ve even learned to tease your sister," Zuoqiu Yiren’s transmission echoed in Chen Mo’s mind. As he looked up, both Zuoqiu Yiren and her sword disappeared before his eyes.
"Master, are you alright?"
"Brother Chen Mo, are you okay?"
"Chen Mo, are you alright?"
The girls hurriedly flew to Chen Mo’s side, with Xiao Jiu reaching him before Nangong Yue, Zhao Qianyi, or Jiang Ruoqing, helping him up.
The disciples, initially ready to tease upon seeing Chen Mo knocked down by Zuoqiu Yiren, froze their smiles at the sight before them.
You mocked his fall.
He laughed at your loneliness.
Only a few noticed Chen Mo calling "sister Yiren" as he fell.
"It’s fine. Thick-skinned and sturdy, not prone to death from a fall." As Chen Mo hit the yellow sand, he distinctly felt an invisible force supporting him, obviously done by Zuoqiu Yiren.
"I never thought Sister Yiren would be this interesting," Chen Mo mused to himself.
The nighttime temperature in the desert was extremely low, but for the cultivators, this was insignificant.
While resting, the disciples naturally formed into groups.
Many composed teams of five or six.
Chen Mo, Jiang Ruoqing, Zhao Qianyi, Xiao Jiu, Nangong Xue, and Nangong Yue were initially one team but were soon joined by Su Zhouze and Liu Jingchun, who approached akin to celebrated actors.
Having previously agreed to group with them, and due to his own considerations, Chen Mo did not object.
However, while resting, Chen Mo kept a watchful eye and ear, remaining alert to the two.
Even though Zuoqiu Yiren was secretly protecting them, and simulations suggested the two would trouble him, they might still take a dangerous risk.
After all, the simulation only predicted a rough outline of the following ten days, and his interventions could bring slight changes to future events.
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