Chapter 448: 206~207: The Death of an Old Friend, Scattered Demon Cultivation Base (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2 Chapter 448: 206~207: The Death of an Old Friend, Scattered Demon Cultivation Base (Requesting Monthly Tickets)_2 Yang Lan on the deck was a little awkward, not expecting Chen Dengming to call her over voluntarily.
She had no choice but to fly over immediately, bow in respect, and force a smile on her face.
Chen Dengming noticed her awkwardness and took the initiative to say politely, “Yang Shi Mei, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?
Oh yes, two years ago I saw Senior Brother Cao in the sect, where is he now?
When he returns, we should catch up.”
The smile on Yang Lan’s face froze, making her pale complexion seem even paler.
“Senior Brother Cao?
That Cao…?”
Yang Zidao was surprised, then he suddenly understood and regretfully said, “Brother Chen, are you talking about Cao Yan?
...
He…
he passed away on the battlefield a year ago! Ah.”
“What?” Chen Dengming’s body shook, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
“It’s Cao Yan, he was close to breaking through to the False Core! it’s a pity!” Miao Fei also sighed.
At this point, Yang Lan also managed to calm herself down, she forced out a breath and managed to laugh, saying, “Thank you, Senior Brother Chen, for still remembering Senior Brother Cao.
Two years ago, he told me you are a man of integrity, willing to help him! what a shame, ah, everyone has their own fate.”
Chen Dengming remembered his reunion with Cao Yan two years ago and how he had enjoyed repaying a favor at the time.
Who knew that after only two short years, they would be separated by life and death.
Chen Dengming regretfully shook his head and asked, “How did Senior Brother Cao die?”
A painful and hateful light flashed in Yang Lan’s beautiful eyes as she said, “It was He Li, the False Core cultivator from the Soul Devouring Sect.”
“It was him?”
Chen Dengming remembered the late Foundation Establishment cultivator who had left a deep impression on him back then.
At the time, that man had single-handedly held back their group’s attack.
The Soul Ghost that Chu Xun had found was from his Soul Attracting Banner.
Feeling melancholic, Chen Dengming shook his head, comforted Yang Lan a little, bid farewell to Yang Zidao and the others, and then turned to leave.
Death is common on the battlefield.
However, when the departed is a good friend, it’s hard to avoid feelings of sadness and fury towards the killer.
But, the reality had to be accepted as is.
Chen Dengming summoned the intermediate rank three Spirit Boat [The Flying Wupeng Boat] which he had redeemed with his battle achievements.
The entire boat was brown and was as small as a walnut.
The Array inscribed on the boat was extremely fine and beautiful.
It somewhat resembled the travel-size walnut boat detailed in the post-mortem account of “The Story of the Nuclear Boat” from his previous life, which would expand when encountering wind after being pumped full of Spiritual Energy.
He flew onto the boat, his robes billowing in the wind.
Taking out three top-grade Spirit Crystals, he embedded them into the Array of the Spirit Boat, and the boat’s Escape Speed immediately increased, quickly receding into the distance.
The Escape Speed of an intermediate rank three Spirit Boat was much faster than that of a lower-grade Spirit Boat.
In half an hour, the boat could fly over three thousand miles.
This Wupeng Flying Heavenly Boat could also enter the clouds.
After activating the silent and stealthy formation and reducing the Escape Speed a bit, its stealth capabilities would be extremely powerful, with even the whistling sound produced as it ripped through the air growing much quieter.
…
Almost two hours later…
Dusk was approaching.
The Spirit Boat flew to the destination recorded in the task information, a cluster of mountains near the southwest of the Eastern Region.
The setting sun shone slanting rays from the west of the mountains, throwing everything below into a blurry, rosy light.
Chen Dengming stored the Spirit Boat in the air, then he took out the Divine Change Saber and used the Gold Escape Skill to infiltrate the blade light, silently descending.
Down in the mountains, two figures had been waiting for some time.
They saw a blade light sneakily approaching.
One of the figures walked out laughing, “Daoist friend Chen, why are you so late and so cautious?”
The light of the blade flickered.
Chen Dengming stopped using the Gold Escape Skill, and his figure came out from the blade light, gently landing.
While still in mid-air, he greeted with a salutation and a smile of surprise.
“Old Qiao, long time no see!
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I didn’t expect that this time, the one sent by the Heavenly Dao Sect is actually you.”
The tall figure of the man speaking below was none other than Qiao Zhaoxian.
“Come, let me introduce you, this is Gao Lingxiao, one of the chosen Sword Sons of the current generation from the Shu Sword Pavilion.
You must have heard of her.”
Qiao Zhaoxian raised his hand to a figure behind him and introduced, “Friend Gao has been interested in meeting you for some time.”
“It’s only interest in a face-to-face exchange.
Qiao, you must make this clear.”
The figure from behind laughed and said with reddened cheeks, steps forward.
The figure was dressed in a green tight-fitting robe, like a warrior’s robe.
The figure was spirited, vibrant, and a tad coquettish, shy.
Surprisingly, it was a woman.
Chen Dengming was also surprised.
The mission information did not provide any information about collaborators from other sects.
The third collaborator turned out to be a chosen Sword Son from the Shu Sword Pavilion, plus one Qiao Zhaoxian…
This mission doesn’t seem to be simple.
Could this be a mission to take the initiative to solve a problem?
Despite this, he greeted her with a smile, “Nice to meet you, Friend Gao, my name is Chen Dengming.
I have long admired the heroic Sword Cultivators of your Shu Sword Pavilion!”
With a smile, Gao Lingxiao held her sword and performed a Swordsman’s salute.
Energetic and captivating, she said, “Daoist Friend Chen, you flatter me.
I have heard of your great name a long time ago.
It’s my honor to be able to execute this task with you.”
“Alright, enough with the praises.
We can continue this on the way, let’s get going now and chat later.”
Qiao Zhaoxian laughed.
His gaze swept over Chen Dengming, seeming to imply Chen Dengming’s strength must have increased in these two years.
But there should still be some time before he breaks through to the Golden Core.
The three of them quickly prepared to set off together.
Seeing the Spirit Boat that Qiao Zhaoxian brought out was also a rank three intermediate, Chen Dengming thought to himself that Old Qiao really does have a lot of spare change, so he dismissed the idea of using his own Spirit Boat.
After the Spirit Boat ascended, Qiao Zhaoxian took out a map of the battle region, spread it out, and pointed to a few positions on the border of the North and South Regions, speaking solemnly.