Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Moyun Mountain’s Primordial Infant Realm Cultivator

Everyone reported back to their respective sects.

Eyes on the orange clouds, Cheng Yan asked, “You were the one who dismantled the formation, weren’t you?”

Mu Yu nodded. “I still can’t believe Ju Wenxing could shamelessly claim all the credit.”

Cheng Yan smiled. “You can’t mention it, though. He got a freebie this time. Shifu always told us to maintain a low profile. You successfully did so this time, but I didn’t.”

After hearing the story from the tree elder, Mu Yu questioned how Cheng Yan crossed the dangerous mountain range as a Golden Core Realm cultivator. Mu Yu, therefore, inquired, “First Brother, is Shifu at Golden Core Realm?”

“Shifu suffered injuries he can’ treat outside the mountain, so yes.”

“I was told Golden Core Realm cultivators can’t cross the mountain where high-level fiend beasts roam. How did you enter Moyun Mountains?”

“You have to bear in mind Shifu was once an incredible cultivator. I was young at the time, so I didn’t pay much attention to how advanced he was. Having said that, even if he was injured, those at his level have knowledge, experience and magical treasures.” Chen Yan paused before resuming, “It’s not that difficult to handle fiend beasts. I’m more worried about the individual you told me about. I can’t comprehend how he located Shifu because outsiders don’t know he came here.”

Mu Yu figured Cheng Yan, an assumed former resident of Third Heaven Continent, knew a thing or two about the outside world. “Have you heard of Celestial Prison?”

Cheng Yan mused over the question before answering, “I think I heard Shifu mention it way back then. I don’t really have much of a recollection. Why the sudden question?”

Though there were plenty of other uncertainties, the fact that the youth in red mentioned Celestial Prison and Cheng Yan recognised the name suggested the tree elder wasn’t just making things up. Mu Yu was also hung up over how he’d liberate the inhabitants of Celestial Prison from their doom if he couldn’t even defeat the youth in red alone.

“First Brother, have you never had any suspicions about me in spite of my ability to control wood? Why is it never seemed to have bothered you?” questioned Mu Yu, never recalling Cheng Yan ever discriminating him and doing the reverse.

Tone nonchalant, Cheng Yan replied, “Suspect you of what? Your connection to elemental demons?”

“Surely you know a thing or two about my ability.”

Based on the look in Mu Yu’s eyes, Cheng Yan figured his junior wouldn’t be able to put it aside unless he explained. “There’s a legend that originates from the world of cultivation beyond Moyun Mountains. It claims there will be five individuals with the gift of humans and abilities of elemental demons who will decide the fate of the situation between the two races. The majority of cultivators are afraid the elemental demons will manipulate the five into annihilating humanity. Accordingly, they are being hunted.

“Rise.”

Daoist Qing Song rose to his feet and placed his arms by his sides the way servants did.

“If it wasn’t for the spiritual energy crystals I brought into Celestial Prison and expended so much spiritual qi, you would never have ascended,” stated the youth, sweeping his gaze over the mountain of empty spiritual energy crystals.

“Thank you, Master.”

Daoist Qing Song also learnt the true purpose of Moyun Mountains from the youth.

The youth’s eyes flickered red. “I didn’t help you for your gratitude. I have a job for you.”

Daoist Qing Song genuflected. “I am at your service.”

“We need to deal with something first.”

“What might that be?”

“Sword Shadow Dust Gale.”

***

Neither Mu Yu nor Cheng Yan exchanged a word for the rest of the journey. Though Cheng Yan looked composed, the melancholic mood was obvious.

The duo soon sighted light from Mount Dustfallen. They rushed through the night without breaks to warn their shifu as soon as possible. Upon landing, Uncle An welcomed them.

“Uncle An, where is Shifu?” hastily inquired Mu Yu.

Ordinarily, everyone would be up to train at that hour, while Feng Haochen would be in the garden, but he wasn’t there.

Uncle An looked perturbed. “Didn’t he go with you? Where is he?”