Chapter 247 – Sects are moving

Chapter 247 – Sects are moving

Umbra briefed the Blood Fox on those traps. There were many of them and it was difficult to remember all of them.

"You outdid yourself." The Blood Fox sighed. She had a hard time remembering, this was pretty much a trap on a trap that leads into a trap kind of situation.

"Thank you." Umbra nodded. "What do you think?"

"I think we should start defending from the entrance of the cave..." The Blood Fox shook her head. "Honestly there are just too many traps for me to be able to navigate and I don't want to get caught in one of them, while I would be able to defend against those traps, it would drain my energy."

"Okay." Umbra nodded. She had to agree that she went a little overboard and it was difficult to move without being slashed and caught in one of those traps. "Then me and Wanshu will fight in the forest and you will call us once they breach it."

"En." The Blood Fox nodded, agreeing with this arrangement.

She would be hard-pressed if she were to fight inside that forest.

Umbra nodded at Wanshu and they went inside the forest, since there was still time before Aiko erupted, they would create more traps for weak Cultivators.

...

{Somewhere in the north}

A girl played with turtle shells, each scale on the shell represented something else: a word or a place. Depending on how her energy bounced around, the shell would communicate with her.

She was a beautiful girl with black hair and blue eyes. Her body was slim, maybe a bit too slim, making her into a fragile beauty. Her eyes were innocent with a hint of curiosity. Furthermore, her nose was small alongside her small mouth. Her fingers were short and she felt overall small. Her hair was overly long, so much so that her hair could create a cocoon around her body. A black and soft cocoon.

Her body and expression would drive everyone into the overprotective category. Doting on her and fulfilling all of her wishes.

"Saintess?" The Elder teaching the young Saintess and the most heavenly Divination Cultivator tilted her head.

The Elder was old, she was a female veteran who was mostly immune to the Saintess charm, but that didn't mean she didn't pamper the Saintess. She felt bad for her that she was trapped in here, so she would indulge the Saintess once in a while.

While the Saintess's clothes were white as the snow, the Elder had clothes as black as the darkest night.

The Saintess repeated her motion many times, which startled the Elder.

"There is a great Treasure near a certain Capital." The Saintess spoke softly.

"Do other Sects know about this?" The Elder asked, knowing the sacrifice they would have to make to know the answer.

The Saintess bit her finger and a few drops fell inside the turtle shells. She immediately paled as her Vitality was drained from her body to know the secrets of this Lower World.

"Only one Sect knows, there are a few around that place, but for some reason, I can only see the carnage." The Saintess sighed weakly, it was unlike her to mess up such an important Divination.

"Should we engage with them and obtain the Treasure?" The Elder asked.

The Saintess paused. "You can try, but depending on how well you do, it might destroy this continent." She shook her head afterwards.

"That powerful?" The Elder was shocked.

"It's not powerful, but the Treasure's potential is undivinable." The Saintess laid back tired from this Divination. It took much more from her than she expected.

"Then we should definitely obtain that Treasure before the small Sect does." The Elder made up her mind and went to visit the Sect Leader.

"..." The Saintess didn't say anything as she knew it was useless. She was the most sheltered Saintess out of them all since she was the only one that could Divine things with accuracy.

Others were likewise protected, but not restricted or sheltered. Sure, some had their Seniors that took care of them. Those were mostly the Pill Refiners or Array Cultivators, but even then they would be allowed to explore the world, unlike her.

"Beasts are more powerful than us Humans, if we make it obvious we are there to defend, they will take a kinder stance against our intrusion." The Sect Leader shrugged.

"What if they are weak?" The old Cultivator narrowed his eyes.

"Even if they are weak, they are much tougher than Humans, they can help to at least clear the weak garbage." The Sect Leader snorted.

The old Cultivator nodded happily, that his friend didn't stray from the right path. After all his daughter was a Beast, so it would be enraging if his friend went against Beasts.

"When will we return to the mainland?" The old Cultivator asked.

"After this disaster is over, I don't want to lose this base of operation, we need to funnel new blood into the main continent so we don't lose the foothold." The Sect Leader spoke seriously.

The old Cultivator shook his head. "You guys and your silly wars." He could not understand why they had to battle so much on the mainland, since it was overflowing with good Qi and Treasure. Everyone would be able to get a piece of that pie if they were willing, but to restrict and cut the main continent so harshly...

"Anyway, with this, this continent should survive for a few more years. The next big event should be in a hundred or so years." The Sect Leader scratched his head. "I can never get the date right..." He sighed before sitting down and sipping tea.

"And you call me old." The old Cultivator shook his head.

"You are old." The Sect Leader snorted at his friend.

"You-!" The old Cultivator glared. "Another game of Go!"

"Sure!" The Sect Leader glared back, he could not win a single game of Go against his friend, so he had to resort to gambling to recover his wealth.

"By the way, when are we going to the Heavenly Massage Parlour?" The old Cultivator asked.

"It doesn't do anything to us, why would we go there?" The Sect Leader shook his head.

"The girls over there are cute?" The old Cultivator smiled.

"That's exactly why you are old!" The Sect Leader glared at him.

...

{Somewhere in the West}

"How curious..." A man in black played with a strange cat.

"Is there something wrong, Master?" His servant asked.

"The South and North are moving." The man in black narrowed his eyes.

"They believe that Treasure is about to be born and will fight over it?" His servant tilted his head.

"Not quite." The man in black smiled. "Get ready to depart. I'm curious what they are planning."

"Yes, Master!" The servant immediately ran to prepare for the departure.

"What will it be this time?" The man in black stroked his shaved chin. He was youthful-looking, but it was hard to see anything else. His eyes were the strangest thing as different colours flowed inside them. "Treasure or a Beast..."

The cat inside his arms hissed.

"Don't worry, you are my dearest pet, even if it's a Beast at best it will be used as a mount." The man in black soothed his pet in his arms.

The cat happily laid back and enjoyed the care.