Chapter 273: 139：Heaven knows, earth knows, I don’t know, nurturing Gu Daoist is like old knowledge (Seeking monthly pass)_1 Chapter 273: 139：Heaven knows, earth knows, I don’t know, nurturing Gu Daoist is like old knowledge (Seeking monthly pass)_1 In this world, there are always those who tout their righteousness, yet conduct their nefarious deeds behind the backs of others.
As reality unfolds, it surpasses the constraints of morals and ethics, leaving raw human nature free to flourish.
At this moment, within a mysterious valley filled with old and new trees, thick fog filled the valley like a rising tide.
It was as boundless as the sea, carrying with it a subtle hint of bloody scent.
In the middle of the valley, cloaked in fog, a magical array was activated.
A group of cultivators, their identities concealed by their ensorcelled robes, were standing around the array, performing an ancient ritual.
Holding special candles and bells in their hands, they moved within the array while muttering some kind of mantra.
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As the obscurity of the chanting combined with the sound of the bells gradually increased in intensity, it seemed as if the surrounding nature’s spiritual energy was stirred.
One could sense a mysterious force flowing within the array.
Especially within the blood pool in the center of the array, where faint breathing sounds and child-like whispers could be heard intermittently.
As the mysterious ceremony continued, the blood within the array began to bubble, slowly coalescing into a fearsome, blood-red face.
It was a sight that filled those who saw it with dread, as if something unpredictable was about to happen.
A faint sound of wind being split echoed from within the fog, halting outside the mysterious array ceremony.
It quietly sent out a faint spiritual might.
“How much longer until we find him?”
Near the array, a mysterious person shrouded in a cloak responded.
“Elder, we can’t be certain of the exact timing yet, but we have been able to determine an approximate range.
He is still in the Eastern Region, and not too far away from us…”
“Speed up the process.
Ideally, we should have results within thirty days!”
“We will do our best…”
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In the sky above, black clouds billowed.
A spring thunderstorm was imminent.
A spirit boat, like a struggling fishing vessel, sailed beneath the low-hanging, thunderous clouds, gradually losing altitude.
At this moment, the initially pitch black sky began to turn pale.
The roiling black clouds turned into boundless vapors and mist, blending the sky and earth into one.
The world was instantly shrouded in a misty rain.
“Ugh!”
The Black Cloud Panther awakened uncomfortably, shaking off the raindrops from its glossy fur like a swooping hawk shedding feathers.
Chen Dengming frowned and made a gesture to activate a different array.
The array runes sketched onto the surface of the spirit boat, forming an eggshell-like spirit shield that kept the rain out.
After doing this, he felt the unsettling sensation from earlier decrease but felt compelled to summon the Soul Attracting Banner anyway.
He called upon his sworn brother Chu Xun within the banner to perform a ritual, expelling resentment energy.
But this time, the resident soul of the banner after circling around him roared out in frustration.
Not having the expected resentment energy to consume seemed to have left it irritable.
This both relieved and puzzled Chen Dengming.
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“Three days ago in my cave dwelling, I already purified myself of any lingering resentment energy.
I haven’t felt any unrest since then.
Now it seems there’s still no resentment energy around me.
So why did I feel that unsettling sensation again just now?”
He pondered with a furrowed brow, infuriated and mystified, much like the oppressive weather around him.
It felt as if a plot was brewing, as though an observer full of malevolence was staring at his throat.
He swiftly turned around, the surrounding area was blanketed with misty rain, and it seemed like his earlier misgivings were just illusions born out of paranoia.
Chen Dengming slowed the speed of the spirit boat, maintaining a height of only a few tens of feet from the ground.
He suddenly remembered and took out the storage bag given to him by Liang Yunsheng before parting.
The bag was a gift from the sect leader, Qiu Feng.
Dengming had been a member of the Changchun Sect for nearly two years, but he had yet to meet the elusive sect leader in person.
However, he had heard many descriptors of the man within the sect—”public-spirited”,”sharp and capable”, “uncompromising”, “protective” and so on.
All these phrases suggested that Qiu Feng was a tough man who acted decisively and fairly, cherishing the disciples of his sect.
This perception seemed to conflict with the image Dengming had of the Changchun Sect leader.
In Dengming’s imagination, the Changchun Sect leader was likely lackadaisical, practiced for the sake of prolonging life, often dawdled in matters, and was generally indifferent.
Regardless of the contrast, a senior figure who was gentle to his followers, yet hard on outsiders, was undoubtedly great news for the disciples of the Changchun Sect.
When they traveled outside the sect, they could hold their heads high with pride.
At this moment, Chen Dengming held the storage bag in his hand, his eyes flashing with indecision as he wondered whether or not to open it to check its contents.
He was a cautious man, preferring to be in control of his surroundings.
Even if he didn’t have control, he liked to prepare before taking action, always wanting a rough idea of what to expect.
The contents of the storage bag and how to use them were still unknowns to him.
If he was only to take the items out when in trouble, he would be entrusting his safety to an unknown factor, which introduced too many variables.
“Senior Brother Liang only instructed me to use the items inside the storage bag whenever I’m in trouble, and he didn’t specifically tell me not to open the bag…
After some contemplation, Chen Dengming made a decision.
He cast a spell, a spiritual light appearing at his fingertips.
The storage bag instantly opened.
Looking inside, the storage space of about three cubic feet contained only two simple wooden tokens and a note.
Chen Dengming was startled and with a quick motion, beckoned the items to him.
The two wooden tokens flew out and floated in front of him, emitting a strong vitality.
One wooden token bore the ancient characters of the Cultivation World, ‘Changchun’!
The other token displayed the characters ‘Longevity’!
“Are these the tokens representing the Longevity Sect and the Changchun Sect?
Am I to show these tokens in time of trouble to be safe?”