Chapter 590: Chapter 185: Trace of the Witch Immortal! Signs of Turbulent Times Beginning to Emerge! (Request for Subscription for the 10,000-Word Mega Chapter)_6
But such matters were beyond anyone’s control, within the Imperial City, millions of citizens all knew of this incident.
And who had the power to shut the mouths of so many gossiping citizens?
Even if one could silence the gossiping masses...
Who could block the words of the Blood Gu Sect?
Who could withstand the words of the Zhenhai King?
It was now approaching dusk, and although the carriage was not moving fast, it still traveled several times faster than on foot. They had left Neihai County dozens of miles behind.
Before long.
The sky had already dimmed.
Fan Wu and the others decided to take a brief rest by the side of the official road, which would also allow the tall horses pulling the carriage to take a break.
A bonfire, under the veil of night... was particularly eye-catching.
Atop the bonfire was a wooden rack that had been set up.
Stringed on the rack were several unknown species of birds, which Fan Wu had casually shot down when they happened to fly by earlier.
The birds sizzled and oozed fat as they roasted over the fire. Just as Fan Wu was preparing to enjoy the feast, he seemed to hear something and turned his head to look in the direction across the official road.
Fan Wu’s action caught the attention of Xing Fengzi and Yun Jiuqing.
Because of her experience, Yun Jiuqing immediately became vigilant. She secretly swallowed hard and then cautiously asked, "Daoist Priest Fan, is there... some kind of trouble?"
"Someone’s coming." Fan Wu withdrew his gaze, holding a stick with a skewered bird in one hand, and without caring about the bird’s sizzling heat, he started stuffing it into his mouth.
The scalding heat that could have blistered someone’s mouth was nothing to Fan Wu.
"Someone?" Yun Jiuqing was bewildered. She looked in the direction Daoist Priest Fan had been gazing at and noticed not only that there were no people, but also no sounds to be heard.
But as time slowly passed and the bird in Fan Wu’s hand was reduced to a mere skeleton,
She began to hear noises.
Yun Jiuqing’s eyes involuntarily widened... What astonishing hearing did Daoist Priest Fan possess to detect sounds from such a distance? Just now it was at least two or three distances away, right?
In the darkness of the night, several torches appeared not far away, flickering in and out of sight, attracting much attention.
Yun Jiuqing narrowed her eyes and said, "It looks like there are quite a number of those people."
Late at night, daring to roam in such a place with neither village in front nor shop behind, they were certainly up to no good.
"They’re monks." Xing Fengzi spoke up, "I saw that their heads are hairless. Moreover, the clothes they’re wearing seem to be monks’ robes. But I don’t see any mana fluctuations coming from them."
Yun Jiuqing was taken aback.
Monks without mana fluctuations meant they were not cultivators, right?
A bunch of ordinary monks, what are they up to in the middle of the night?
As they drew closer, Yun Jiuqing could see more clearly.
"Hmm?" Yun Jiuqing noticed there were five monks in total.
Two of the monks were pulling a cart made of wooden planks, on which sat a cage.
Inside the cage, surprisingly, there was a monk.
The last two monks each held a long staff, tipped with a spearhead on the other end.
Clearly, they were for self-defense.
They had a look of vigilance written all over their faces, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings.
Then they saw a bonfire ahead, its light illuminating the faces of Fan Wu and the others.
The monks were also taken aback.
Clearly, they hadn’t expected someone to be resting here in the dead of night.
Yet they happened to run into each other.
"Blessings of the Immeasurable Heavenly Honored," Xing Fengzi stood up and curiously walked over. He could see that the expressions on the monks’ faces were somewhat resistant, but he didn’t mind at all and continued, "May I ask what matters bring the revered masters traveling at night? And what intention lies behind imprisoning a monk in this cage? Could you enlighten me a little?"
The words of Xing Fengzi seemed to awaken the monk inside the cage, who with great effort, barely managed to open his eyelids, then slowly lifted his head.
Just this slight movement seemed to exhaust all his strength.
The monk’s lips in the cage were cracked and dry.
The man himself was extremely gaunt, his half-open eyes filled with pain and despair.
"I... I don’t want... to become a Buddha..." he murmured in a voice that was intermittent yet kept repeating, "Don’t want... to become a Buddha... I, don’t want..."
Xing Fengzi found the situation quite puzzling.
"No comment!" Among the four monks outside, one with a stern face spoke, "This is the sacred secret of Longhe Temple, an encounter tonight is merely a coincidence. We have no need to explain anything to a Taoist priest like you."
After saying those words, the four monks tried to walk around Xing Fengzi.
"Please halt," Xing Fengzi shifted his stance to block their path, his nose twitching slightly, "I smell the scent of blood... What kind of monks are you?"
"Attack!!!"
Suddenly, one of the monks shouted and lunged at Xing Fengzi with a spear while another monk made the same movement.
The two monks who had been pulling the cart immediately drew short knives from their waists.
And charged at Xing Fengzi.
At this moment...
They didn’t seem like monks at all.
They were more like four bandits!
Xing Fengzi quickly dodged an incoming spear and struck towards the head of the other spear.
When his fleshly palm collided with the metal spearhead, sparks flew!
Upon closer inspection, one could see that on Xing Fengzi’s palm, a talisman had appeared out of nowhere, providing his hand with a hardness comparable to steel for a brief moment.
Whoosh—
A Red Jade Short Sword suddenly flew through the air, accurately striking the thigh of a knife-wielding monk charging towards Xing Fengzi.
"Ah!!" The monk hit by the Red Jade Short Sword fell to the ground, tumbling over.
Whoosh—
A tree branch, charred black, flew rapidly towards another knife-wielding monk, striking him in the throat. The monk’s movements came to an abrupt halt as blood started gushing from his neck.
His blood even flowed from his mouth, and he frantically grabbed his neck, trying to stop the bleeding.
But it was to no avail.
Sitting beside the campfire, Fan Wu stood up. He lightly touched the tip of his nose and muttered, "Lately, my sense of smell has gotten sharper too, detecting even the faintest scent."
Fan Wu grinned, "It’s been a long time since I encountered a Witch Immortal. I didn’t expect... to meet one tonight."
"How rare indeed!"
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