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Chapter 1003: Chapter 47: There Is No Path to Becoming an Immortal in This World (9)

Long Xiruo quickly regained some composure, or rather, temporarily overcame a certain sense of fear that even she was unwilling to admit.

The power of ‘Hope’ was evidently the key to this sudden dense fog—even so, it was impossible for Luo Pianqian to just disappear right in front of her… That only meant that the leak of ‘Hope’s power was causing additional effects.

Because it was born from the Spirit Vein of the mountains in this area, the closer one got to the true core of the Spirit Vein, the stronger ‘Hope’s ability became, thus causing partial distortion of space was not out of the question.

Attempting to solve such a problem now was clearly beyond her reach. But if she continued to allow the power of ‘Hope’ to leak, the returning consequences would be unpredictable.

Moreover, now coinciding with the decennial Penglai Gathering, with Daoist and Yao Associations coming together, it might be difficult not to notice the oddity of this place… A Spirit Vein capable of dragon transformation, and ‘Hope’ who has successfully transformed into a dragon, would be an irresistible allure, whether for the Taoism-cultivated field or monsters.

After weighing the pros and cons in her heart, Long Xiruo helplessly realized—that relying on the skills of the man in front of her might be the best option to settle this matter.

But… he said something about being on vacation, can you believe that?

Long Xiruo suddenly moved, recalling that Luo Pianqian occasionally spoke about Luo Qiu—the little butterfly sometimes said the boss was nice and took good care of her and such.

“I don’t know yet what happened to ‘Hope’.” Long Xiruo looked at Luo Qiu at this moment and suddenly said, “I’m powerless for now. But Pianqian just disappeared from right in front of me.”

“That child came too?” Luo Qiu was slightly stunned, realizing he hadn’t seen Luo Pianqian for a short while either.

Long Xiruo nodded at this moment, rolling her eyes, she said, “Otherwise, how do you think I came to such a place in this state?”

Luo Qiu smiled faintly, pretending not to hear the subtle protest and discontent in the two sentences Long Xiruo just said, simply said calmly, “I understand, let’s first find that child.”

At this moment, Long Xiruo quickly lengthened her sleeve a bit—the last time at the sports pavilion incident, a large amount of essence blood was drawn from her wrist.

“Let’s go.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly, casually taking hold of Long Xiruo’s hand.

“What are you doing?” Long Xiruo instantly shouted angrily.

Luo Qiu stated directly, “If you get lost too, it’ll be quite troublesome, this way it’s less likely to get separated, isn’t it? Besides, it’s also more energy-efficient. After all, dispelling this dense fog requires extra effort… Hmm, rest assured, I won’t tell anyone.”

Momentarily enduring it!

Long Xiruo gritted her teeth but still pulled the sleeve over her hand, reluctantly letting Luo Qiu hold on through the fabric.

Only to see that Luo Qiu didn’t mind, walking ahead but slowing down his pace.

He suddenly said, “If you want to revert, just say the word.”

What?

Long Xiruo was stunned, subconsciously looking up at Luo Qiu’s back… just say the word.

Just say the word, only a single word, but it also represented bowing down… admitting one’s mistake.

She lowered her head, following Luo Qiu’s footsteps silently, this word was rather beyond difficult.

“Let’s find Pianqian first.” Long Xiruo slowly exhaled, “That child can’t be found, she must be panicking by now.”

“Ms. Long is actually quite kind to people.” Luo Qiu smiled, “Regarding that matter last time, I apologize to you once again… She is irreplaceable to me.”

Long Xiruo slightly opened her mouth, “You… who possesses everything?”

“To Ms. Long…” Luo Qiu softly said, “as the Godly Land’s true dragon that you are, do you also possess everything?”

Possess everything… once upon a time.

Suddenly, even though separated by a thick layer of fabric, Long Xiruo realized the palm of this guy had been warm from the beginning… A long, long time ago, there seemed to also be such a time when a tall figure held her hand and walked forward.

Also a tall back that could only be seen by looking up.

“By the way. Ms. Long, did you eat the red dates I sent during Christmas, I heard from You Ye they are a local specialty somewhere, very nourishing and good for blood supplementation. If you like them, I can bring you more later.”

“Get lost!!! Howl——!!”

Long Xiruo was extremely fierce.

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On Mountain Wudang, amidst the bamboo forest of a certain peak.

‘Mo Xiaofei’ was skillfully operating a mobile phone while watching Zhuifeng strike at a large rock with his fist.

Nowadays, for ‘Mo Xiaofei,’ operating a mobile phone was no longer a difficult task, he even excelled at it—except for never attempting to dial any of the numbers in the so-called contact list, he had mastered the basic functions.

He had no interest in mobile games and couldn’t understand why people nowadays would be infatuated with some paper characters on their phones; card pools were just money traps, no?

Pitiful fellows indeed.

‘Mo Xiaofei’s favorite was still the all-knowing ‘Duniya’ that Zhuifeng mentioned, the tides of history from ancient to modern China.

Once more, he sighed over the changes throughout the ages.

Suddenly, the sound stopped as Zhuifeng struck at the large rock, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ frowned and looked over, only to see Zhuifeng with his hands naturally lowered, his eyes closed.

Suddenly, Zhuifeng moved, throwing another punch—this time his punch was not fast, even somewhat slow, and when it touched the large stone, there was not a sound.

Zhuifeng’s fist just pressed against the stone.

Not long afterwards, Zhuifeng opened his eyes and slowly exhaled, and the large rock in front of him instantly turned to dust, cascading to the ground.

The large stone directly became a pile of earth.

‘Mo Xiaofei’ was surprised and opened his mouth—the time was no more than two days, yet Zhuifeng had already learned the first move of his Imperial Martial Arts ‘Emperor’s Supreme Shock World Fist’.

This child… No, was this little monster actually a martial arts prodigy?

“Big brother!!” Zhuifeng turned his excited face.

‘Mo Xiaofei’ nodded, “Not bad at all… Zhuifeng, take a rest first, and carefully contemplate the feeling you had when you made that punch just now. Once you can perform this punch as naturally as instinct, you will have truly mastered this move.”

Without a word, Zhuifeng sat cross-legged—mainly copying what ‘Mo Xiaofei’ did.

Seeing that Zhuifeng was still obedient, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ resumed looking through the history of the Republic of China he just searched on his phone, “Hmm… This person with the surname Mao was indeed an extraordinary talent.”

But right then, Zhuifeng suddenly opened his eyes and asked, “By the way, big brother, are we still going to find the Clothed Daoists?”

“Clothed Daoist?” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ unconsciously furrowed his brow.

Zhuifeng felt it necessary to remind him… or perhaps help him return to his original form?

“Yes, didn’t you say before that you were going to look for the Clothed Daoist?” Zhuifeng shared his limited intelligence: “You mentioned something about a Penglai conference on Mount Tai?”

“Mount Tai…” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ suddenly fell silent and looked into the distance, softly saying, “Sacrifice and Worship.”

He gradually sank into deep thought.

“Big brother? Big brother?”

“Zhuifeng.” Suddenly, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ called out gravely.

This instinctively made Zhuifeng sit up straight, as over the past two days he increasingly felt that when ‘Mo Xiaofei’ got serious, he exuded such a heavy authority that Zhuifeng couldn’t help but become cautious.

“Accompany me to Mount Tai, will you?”

“Oh… alright!” Zhuifeng nodded, “So, shall I ride on your back to fly there again? Don’t worry, this time I won’t lead us astray!”

“Insolent!! How dare you suggest riding on me?!”

“Yes, yes—sorry!!”

“Hmph! If not for your remaining loyalty, I would have certainly condemned you to death for your words!” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ stood up, flicked his sleeves, and walked away.

The current big brother seems rather difficult to talk to… Zhuifeng sighed and had to follow along.

But Zhuifeng then had a sudden thought and quickly accelerated his pace, leaning forward. In an instant, Zhuifeng’s form underwent a tremendous transformation, morphing from a young boy into a giant wolf with gray fur.

“Big brother, you can ride me instead!”

‘Mo Xiaofei’ frowned, but seeing Zhuifeng transformed into a mighty gray-fur giant wolf, his expression relaxed, and he calmly said, “No need, there is a modern tool called a train which I would like to try.”

Zhuifeng had to lower his head and say: “But big brother, we don’t have enough money…”

“Don’t worry.” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ said nonchalantly: “In that bamboo grove hut, I found some modern money, presumably left by the villain trying to harm me. Use it.”

Big brother, when did you rummage through other people’s drawers?

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…

After leaving the senior’s shop, Mo Mo quickly found a rather ordinary-looking local inn for Zhan to rest temporarily.

The senior had said Zhan would wake up, so Mo Mo planned to wait for Zhan to come around. Otherwise, it would be too inconvenient to travel with an unconscious Zhan.

The innkeeper seemed decent, and after Mo Mo handed over some money, they were given a room. However, the innkeeper cast him somewhat peculiar glances, leaving Mo Mo puzzled.

Mo Mo initially thought the innkeeper might be a spy for the Daoism Association, so he covertly investigated, only to find she was just an ordinary person who extremely enjoyed reading salacious stories of handsome men together, finally realizing what those bizarre gazes were about.

——In life, misfortunes often come, and a peaceful, ordinary heart can get through them.

These were teachings from Elder Changhe that he had frequently imparted in his childhood.

All these years passed, and Mo Mo wasn’t sure how much he had learned or understood of these teachings.

For him now, there was a sense of despondency… Imaginary Immortal Dao did not feel as wondrous as one might think.

At noon, Mo Mo declined the innkeeper’s offer of lunch, intending to go out and find something to eat while trying to gather information about the Penglai conference at Mount Tai—though skeptical of learning anything useful in such a small place, Mo Mo, thinking it was better than waiting idly, quickly borrowed a set of clothes from the innkeeper and went out.

After aimlessly grabbing a bite to eat outdoors, Mo Mo wandered around the small town without discovering any valuable information, then decided to head to a local paper shop to replenish his supplies.

For the Taoist Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, using talismans required specific materials and a strict process, but in this situation, even inferior or almost unusable tools were better than nothing for Mo Mo—his luggage remained at Wolong Mountain Villa, and during the escape, his usual supplies ran out rapidly, leaving him only with a mysteriously acquired Black Wooden Sword.

He soon stopped in an alley next to the paper shop.

Because he sensed a faint monster’s aura… it seemed monsters had recently been around.

Mo Mo was suddenly alarmed; he was being hunted by both the Dao and Demon Realms, naturally meaning they would try everything to locate him… so if he headed for a paper shop for supplies, it likely had been anticipated.

If he appeared before that paper shop, it would probably attract monsters’ scrutiny… who knew if any Taoists might also be hiding nearby.

Mo Mo sighed and decided to retreat, abandoning the idea of replenishing his talismans. Just then, he caught a faint whiff of a bloody scent.

It seemed there had been a fight.

Mo Mo furrowed his brow, pondering whether the Dao and Demon followers had indeed clashed in secret. Previously during his escape, Mo Mo had witnessed them battling multiple times… in fact, but for these internal clashes, Mo Mo might not have found so many opportunities to escape.

If so, perhaps he could gather some useful information.

Weighing the pros and cons, Mo Mo felt it necessary to understand the recent movements of Wolong Mountain Villa, Kunpeng Mountain Villa, and the ‘Special National Land Administration Bureau’ to make better plans for the future. So he stealthily followed the faint scent of blood.

Psst.

In a dark alley, Mo Mo heard such a sound and saw such a scene.

A figure fell to the ground, the alley walls’ stained with splattered blood… Meanwhile, a girl with a drawing tube on her back held a strange long sword, slowly inserting it into the fallen figure’s body.

It was a monster…

Upon death, it revealed its true form… seemingly a monster from the White Tiger Clan!

At this moment, from the monster’s corpse, a grayish light cluster slowly drifted out and into a box in the girl’s hand.

The Taoist Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain frequently interacted with spirits and ghosts, and instantly Mo Mo recognized it as likely the soul of the White Tiger Clan monster!

Looking at the girl holding the long sword…

She now slowly turned her face, her charming cheeks stained with a couple of drops of blood, yet from her lips blew a pink bubble the size of a fist.

Pop—!

The bubble burst abruptly, revealing the girl’s face to Mo Mo—it was indeed the mysterious white-haired girl who had stolen from him back at Wolong Mountain Villa!

“Oh, here comes the pocket money again.”

This white-haired girl was smiling slightly, dragging her long sword slowly towards Mo Mo…