My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1301: Chapter 715: Ming Venerable (Double Chapter) 3

A group of Taoists from the Shenxiao Sect trudged with difficulty through the rugged stones, finally stopping at a relatively open clearing in the forest. A few people quickly set up an ancient Eight Diagrams Plate, while another disciple attempted to wipe the dust off a copper mirror, yet the mirror surface remained dim, as if the spiritual energy here had completely derailed, making it difficult to connect.

Ever since parting ways with Chen Yi and others, Zhao Deshan had been leading the Shenxiao Sect members on a quest to find the Great Demon soon to descend into the world, the founder’s warning in the dream still vivid in his mind, how could they dare to slack.

Moreover, if the Great Demon truly descended in the Southern Border, they, being the nearest Taoists, would surely be the first to bear the brunt.

Zhao Deshan held his breath and concentrated, standing at the center of the Eight Diagrams Plate, his fingers changing with various techniques, muttering incantations, trying to deduce the secrets of heaven and lock the demon’s trail. The disciples around him gathered anxiously, not daring to breathe.

Suddenly, without any warning, a fierce wind whipped up, causing everyone’s garments to flutter wildly, the trees rustling loudly, and that already dusty copper mirror shattered with a resounding "bang" without any premonition!

Zhao Deshan’s whole body shook violently, he suddenly looked up, blood drained from his face, exclaiming in horror, "The Great Demon... has already descended?!"

The words were like a clap of thunder, exploding in the minds of all the Shenxiao Sect disciples.

Everyone felt a buzzing in their heads, their faces instantly turning pale. Whether the founder had exaggerated or not, since the Great Demon had descended, its ferocious power must be immense, and these disciples with shallow Taoism, perhaps...

A young disciple’s voice trembled, clinging to the last sliver of luck, asked, "M-Master... should we, divine again?"

Zhao Deshan shook his head pale-faced, with a bitter expression. Everyone understood in their hearts, the previous divination had reached the utmost, the divination was undeniably clear.

Despair began to permeate when another disciple suddenly remembered something and asked with a trembling voice, "What... where is the person of great power that the founder spoke of?"

Zhao Deshan suddenly slapped his forehead, as if grasping the last straw for survival.

"Right! Right! There is still a turning point!" He immediately suppressed his panic, once again using the finger technique, using the method of Six Strokes to divine, trying to seek that shred of hope.

All the disciples held their breath, focusing intently on Zhao Deshan’s every subtle movement and expression.

A moment later, Zhao Deshan’s movements froze, he slowly lowered his head to look at the divination, his pupils suddenly contracted, his face full of disbelief: "The divination... does not show... only a straight heavenly line, falling from the Big Dipper..."

He mumbled to himself, his voice drifting.

The young disciple next to him saw his strange expression and trembling voice asked, "Master, what does the divination show? Where is that person of great power?"

Zhao Deshan’s forehead was dripping with cold sweat, as if in a dream, his voice low and trembling: "True... Heavenly Person, Xu Qi..."

The mountain wind ceased abruptly, dry leaves fell silently.

The rain still drizzled gently.

True Heavenly Person... Xu Qi.

Unknown how much time passed, a hoarse voice sounded among the group: "How could we divined out... Xu Qi’s whereabouts, the whereabouts of the world’s number one... can we divine that?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone woke from a dream, releasing half a breath they were holding, they looked at Zhao Deshan, as if asking him to divine again.

Zhao Deshan was also incredulous, could it be that in this Southern Border, the Great Demon born was truly horrific to such an extent that only the True Heavenly Person could suppress it?

"Then... divine again,"

Zhao Deshan said to everyone:

"Honestly, I also don’t believe what was divined, that it’s True Heavenly Person Xu Qi, as the saying goes, how could we divine Xu Qi?"

Seeing everyone nodding slightly, he turned around and began divining again.

Indeed, how could they divine Xu Qi? Ordinary people expert in Qimen techniques would deliberately obscure the divination, let alone such a dragon whose head and tail cannot be seen. Just in an instant of their mental focus, a very light voice sounded from behind:

"Because I happened to arrive."