freenovelworld Chapter 208 The ambition is etched into one's bones
Chapter 208 The ambition is etched into one's bones
Yun Fuzhao was somewhat surprised, "Why are you here?"
Qi Huai crossed his arms and looked at her leisurely. "I heard there were problems with the day trip to the Demon Realm. I came to see if there was anything I could do to help."
"The news spread so fast, it's even reached the demon realm?"
Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.
Qi Huai flicked her head lightly with his finger. "Not that fast. I've been keeping an eye on your sect's movements."
Yun Fuzhao nodded. "Since you're here, come with me to find Que Chi. I need to investigate a disciple."
Mentioning this name, Qi Huai raised an eyebrow; he was indeed an annoying fellow.
Yun Fuzhao had no idea where Que Chi was; he was always elusive and rarely seen. She wondered if he had seen the text message she had sent him.
Before searching for him, the Grand Elder told her about Lü Siyuan's family background.
Yun Fuzhao glanced through it. Lü Siyuan was an orphan who was raised by his grandfather. From birth until the age of thirty, he had never shown any talent for cultivation.
Later, at the age of thirty-one, he awakened his water spiritual root. With good aptitude, he was admitted to the Boundless Sword Sect.
As far as she knew, spiritual roots generally awaken before the age of ten. Some exceptionally gifted individuals may awaken them at the age of three to five, or even at birth.
Those over ten years old are basically out of luck when it comes to cultivation.
This Lü Siyuan actually awakened his spiritual root at the age of thirty-one.
Qi Huai asked, "Is there no precedent for this in the cultivation world?"
Yun Fuzhao didn't know much about this. "I don't know. But it's not impossible."
The Grand Elder was very efficient; in such a short time, he even investigated Lü Siyuan's character and social interactions.
This person has a bad reputation; they're always arguing with everyone. They're arrogant and domineering, and have no friends.
So it's not impossible that he bumped into Qi Ming. Could it really be just a coincidence?
Yun Fuzhao planned to go to the place where Lü Siyuan lived to find out more. As soon as he arrived in the town where Lü Siyuan lived, his eyes turned and he saw a familiar figure.
The man leaned against a pillar, watching the people perform face-changing, a smile playing on his lips.
"little tricks."
These words, spoken neither too lightly nor too heavily, were overheard by the performers.
The man had been performing on this street for five or six years, and he had never received such praise before, except when he won applause from the people. He immediately looked at the young man in the black robe and said angrily, "Little tricks? If you're so good, why don't you do it yourself?"
The boy nodded and casually walked to the center of the crowd. His gaze swept over the mask on the man's face. "I don't need this."
The man scoffed, "What are you pretending for—"
Before he could finish speaking, the words caught in his throat, and the boy's terrifying face loomed large before his eyes in the blink of an eye.
The man was so startled that he fell to the ground with a thud.
The boy smiled, then transformed back into a vengeful ghost with a meter-long red tongue.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into dozens of ghostly faces, all of them grotesque and terrifying. It was obvious he wanted to frighten them.
The onlookers were terrified and screamed as they ran away. "Monster! Monster!"
After everyone had left, the boy lazily straightened up. In the blink of an eye, he saw Yun Fuzhao standing not far away, staring at him.
"Why are you here?"
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Yun Fuzhao walked over to Que Chi. “Why didn’t you reply to my text message?”
Que paused for a moment, then said, "Ah, I didn't see it. Did you need something?"
"I would like to ask you to help me with spirit communication."
"A day trip to the Demon Realm?"
Yun Fuzhao nodded. "You know too?"
"Is there anything in this world I don't know?" Que Chi glanced casually at Qi Huai standing beside her. "Do you need bodyguards when you go out?"
Qi Huai's expression softened, and he put his hand on Yun Fuzhao's shoulder. "There's nothing we can do, we're quite close. We're inseparable."
Que Chi glanced at his hand. "It's one-sided, isn't it?"
Their eyes met, and a sense of tension filled the air.
"Alright, enough chit-chat." Yun Fuzhao took out a precious sword from his storage bag. "This was used by Lü Siyuan when he was alive. Can we use this to summon his spirit?"
Que Chi took it and said, "Okay."
Being on the street was inconvenient, so Yun Fuzhao simply found an inn.
"Speaking of which, what are you doing here?" Yun Fuzhao asked curiously. "Aren't you afraid the Ghost Clan will find you?"
Que Chi toyed with the longsword. "They seem to have been busy with other things lately."
"It's most likely related to Wen Yan awakening his ancient bloodline."
Right now, the entire Southern Continent is discussing this matter, and even her contract with the dragon race has been suppressed.
But this is also good. The bigger the tree, the more the wind blows. Fewer people will pay attention to the dragon clan, and her crisis will be less.
Que Chi placed the longsword on the table, recited an ancient text, and the next second, wisps of green smoke rose from the sword.
Lu Siyuan's soul was summoned.
Yun Fuzhao asked quietly, "Don't they go to the underworld to be reincarnated?"
Que Chi chuckled upon hearing this, "To be reincarnated, one must first accumulate merit. Do you think everyone has the chance to be reincarnated?"
Is that so? I've learned something new.
Lu Siyuan was quite shocked when he saw Yun Fuzhao's face. "Sect Master, you're dead too?"
Yun Fuzhao: "..."
Can't we hope for something better for her?
Lu Siyuan looked at her, then at the other two unfamiliar men, and finally realized that something was wrong.
"What exactly is going on?" Lu Siyuan raised his hand and touched his head, muttering, "The complete story."
Yun Fuzhao: "Do you remember how you died?"
“I remember,” Lu Siyuan said, his soul fluctuating violently as he spoke of the matter. “Sect Master, you must kill those demons for me. They are complete madmen!”
"Recount what happened. If the demons were at fault, I will avenge you."
Qi Huai chuckled, "Are you really willing to do that?"
Que Chi didn't speak.
Yun Fuzhao pretended not to hear and pressed Lü Siyuan with a serious expression.
Upon hearing Yun Fuzhao's assurance, Lü Siyuan recounted the whole story.
It was pretty much as she knew, but according to Lü Siyuan, it was Qi Ming who spoke rudely first, saying that she had belittled the Boundless Sword Sect, and he retaliated because he couldn't stand it.
Lu Siyuan: "Sect Master, you don't know, that demon said that if you hadn't used underhanded means to win over the Demon Lord's heart, the demons wouldn't have cooperated with us. There were even more unpleasant things he said, but I haven't said them yet."
Qi Huai clicked his tongue, never one to miss a good show, "Since even his bodyguards dared to say such things, it means Yu Ze thinks the same way to some extent..."
Que Chi glanced at him, then casually looked away.
Yun Fuzhao: "...Alright, stop stirring things up."
"I'm just telling the truth."
For the fox clan of Qingqiu, competitiveness is ingrained in their very bones.
Seeing that she couldn't get any useful information, Yun Fuzhao changed the subject, "I understand that you awakened your spiritual root at the age of thirty. Can you tell me what the trigger was?"