Star Trace Gate

Chapter 851: False Village, Who Am I?!

Mr. Xu actually left?

Shit, is this a premonition that I'm going to get him to teach in Qingliang Mansion for free?!

Ren Ye stood at the gate of Qinghe Academy, his heart filled with regret. He had originally thought of asking Mr. Xu in person how to further strengthen his physical body before entering Tiandu, but he hadn't expected that he had already left.

He felt a sense of regret that he had not gained any advantage but had suffered a great loss.

However, Little Bad King felt that an "old scholar" like Mr. Xu, whose origins were unclear and whose thoughts were hard to fathom, wouldn't completely disappear in such a prosperous world. Therefore, the two of them would probably meet again, but they didn't know when that day would come.

I hope it can be sooner, because Qingliang Mansion really needs a great scholar who can pick up the ruler.

Even if I have to kneel, I will kneel to him.

After reading the letter left by Mr. Xu, Ren Ye rushed to the ancestral land of Gutan. However, when he visited the ancestral land again, he was unable to find his beloved senior Bai Tiao Ji.

He also left and left a letter for Ren.

"The Jiuli matter is over. Now that the one-month period is up, I will travel to many places, explore and explore, looking for a way to defy the will of heaven and prolong my life. When the two-year period is up, when you have your final battle with the Wall-Facing Ancient Prince, I will rush to Tiandu."

"No outsiders are allowed to enter the ancestral land, including those from the Wanxiang Gate."

After reading the letter Bai Tiaoji left for him, Ren Ye instinctively guessed, "Mr. Xu is gone, and my Da Baibai is gone too, and they both left letters behind. Is this a fucking coincidence? These two old guys... are they in the same business? Or do they share some little secret?!"

He blinked, with many thoughts in his mind.

However, this speculation is not groundless, because after all, it was Mr. Xu who persuaded Bai Tiao Ji to protect him, so the two old men had communicated privately.

If they really did go together, that would be a good thing. Because Ren Ye and Bai Tiao Ji had a close relationship, they were already close friends regardless of age. If Mr. Xu could keep in touch with him, then the next meeting between the two would definitely not be too long.

Ren also carefully put away the letter, and diligently cleaned the Jietian Mansion for Senior Bai Tiaoji, and finally irrigated some important exotic flowers and plants with the power of luck.

After everything was settled, he left his ancestral land and rushed to Wanxiang Gate, where he met Taoist Master Wang Changfeng, whom he had not seen for a long time.

The Wanxiang Sect was founded by the descendants of the Gutan Sect. The two sides are of the same origin, and the current elders, masters, and disciples of the sect are all disciples of Senior Bai Tiaoji.

However, after being trapped for five hundred years because the sect broke its promise, Senior Bai Tiaoji apparently disliked the disciples of the Wanxiang Sect and never spoke to them. Therefore, Wang Changfeng, the chief disciple of the Wanxiang Sect, was very depressed about this matter.

There is a Tongtian Patriarch in the family, but he doesn't recognize them. This is so painful.

Therefore, every time Ren Ye came to the Wanxiang Sect, he would always receive some very valuable souvenirs. Daoist Master Wang attempted to use Ren Ye's connections to repair the relationship between the sect and the ancestor.

But in fact, Ren knew very well in his heart that although Senior Bai Tiaoji said that he did not love them and even always showed hatred for the Gutan Sect, in fact... his feelings for the sect were unmatched by anyone.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the anger of the ancestor when he thrust his sword into Huangling when the wall-facing man shouted that he would massacre the city of Gutan and acted like a tyrant.

Ren also came to Wanxiang Gate. He first comforted Master Wang with a few words and accepted a small gift. Then he asked the other party whether he also wanted to send people into Tiandu.

Wang Changfeng replied, "Your battle with the Wall-Facing Prince Gu was caused by me, Gu Tan. So how could we not go to Tiandu to help Shousui Ren?! Currently, ten teams have gone to Tiandu to trigger the mission. There are both fourth- and fifth-rank warriors, and Zhang Linghuo is among them. You should be able to meet him in Tiandu."

The Wanxiang Sect's current strength, aside from Senior Bai Tiaoji, was in no way comparable to the Jiuli Ancient Sect or families like Xiao Shuai. However, their ability to mobilize so many core disciples, even their most valuable fifth-grade disciples, was sufficient proof of their resolve.

Ren Ye felt warmed by this answer. After inquiring in detail about the method of recognition used by the Wanxiang Sect disciples in Tiandu, he spoke out, "If we meet in Tiandu, we will naturally stand together with the Wanxiang Sect disciples. Also, if it is convenient, please ask Daoist Master Wang to occasionally send some disciples to help look after Qinghe Academy and clean it up, and to prevent unauthorized entry."

"This is a trivial matter." Daoist Master Wang responded immediately. "Little Human Emperor, I have only one thing to say. Although my Wanxiang Sect's foundation is far inferior to that of the Shousui Sect, if a decisive battle really came to Tiandu one day, even if my entire sect perished in the battle, I would never abandon my allies and flee in cowardice."

"We will advance and retreat together!"

“A gentleman’s promise is worth a thousand gold.”

After both parties made their promises, the Little Bad King took the gifts and left happily.

……

The park team rested for two full days in Gutan City, where they embarked on a near-retaliatory shopping spree. They collected a wide variety of earth-shrinking talismans, disguise skins, elixirs, magic talismans, hidden weapons, armor, and more, all of which were distributed fairly and reasonably.

Originally, Ren also planned to rush to Tiandu with everyone, but he didn't expect that the Tian'en Order given by the second master had a special transmission channel, so he had to separate from everyone.

Before leaving, the Little Bad King earnestly warned, "Ask the Dragon Chief if you have any questions about external affairs; ask Tang Feng if you have any questions about internal affairs; and the battle of life and death depends on the Marquis. Wise men worry more, fools keep their mouths shut. Do you understand?"

A Pu thought for three minutes, then asked with a squinting look, "Who is the fool you are talking about?!"

The young marquis blinked his eyes and said, "Could it be Xu Bangzi?"

Wang Lili looked at the two wise men with a look of frustration, muttering, "Two fools are speculating loudly...!"

"It's happily decided, brothers. See you tomorrow!"

Ren also waved.

"You must come back alive, Captain!"

Everyone looked reluctant to say their final goodbyes.

"Damn, bad luck!"

Ren Ye cursed, then activated the Tian'en Order and disappeared in Gutan City.

……

Maybe it's a long time, maybe it's just a moment.

When the darkness and coldness faded away, a foggy sky appeared in the eyes of the Little Bad King.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on wet ground, surrounded by endless forests and thick fog that blocked his vision.

Is this Tiandu? I'm not in the city center?!

He slowly sat up straight, turned his head and looked around, only to see that the forest stretched as far as the eye could see. He seemed to be on the mountain, but also seemed to be in a forest on the flat ground.

The Little Bad King spread out his perception slightly, but found that his spiritual sense could not penetrate the fog in the forest at all. At most, he could only perceive the scene ten steps in front of him.

The trees here were extremely tall, enough to block the sight of any land creatures, and now his divine consciousness was obscured by the fog, unable to spread far. Therefore, at this moment, he could not tell east, south, west, or north, and had no idea where he was in Tiandu City.

Welcome to a secret place somewhere in Tiandu City. The time is now May 251st, 5st year of the Migration Calendar.

[There's a fisherman waiting for you here. He's your contact. His patience is limited, so please find him as soon as possible.]

"May 5st?! That's a very precise timeline."

Ren Ye slowly stood up, patted the weeds off his butt, then carefully observed the ground, sensed the moisture, and walked quickly forward.

Fisherman?! It must be by the water. There's plenty of moisture and greenery there, so it must be the meeting place.

The Little Bad King silently praised himself for his cleverness and wit.

After two hours, he searched all the surrounding areas but found no place to fish. But finally, in the middle of the woods, he saw an old man wearing a conical hat and a straw hat. He was sitting on a rock and waving his fishing rod at a puddle on the ground that was less than 20 centimeters deep and only the size of his face.

After seeing this, he cursed angrily in his heart: "Are you fucking idiot?! This puddle is not even as deep as my pee. What the hell are you fishing for?"

The fisherman turned sideways to Ren Ye, staring intently at him and said, "You're here after all."

"Could it be... I shouldn't have come?" Ren also spoke in the style of Gu Long.

The fisherman, with white hair and a wrinkled face, asked mysteriously, "Boy, do you remember who you are?!"

"what?"

Ren Ye observed him, and was very resistant to this incoherent line in his heart, so he casually added: "I will never change my name. I am the only survivor of the Great Power Tianlong's men - Binhai Sandbag!"

After he finished speaking, a hint of speechlessness appeared on the fisherman's dull face, and then he said, "It seems that you still haven't found everything that belongs to you. Go, go to that place, I'm waiting for you to give me an answer."

"You trying to play Riddler on me? What the hell are you talking about...!"

Ren Ye stretched out his little hand and was about to start his rap performance.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook the fishing rod gently, causing the fishing line to float, and the hook was caught on the clothes of the little bad king.

"Fuck...!"

Ren also exclaimed, but felt that the surrounding scene was spinning dizzily. His body drew a beautiful arc in the air along with the fishing line, and then dived into the puddle that was only the size of a washbasin.

He felt that he was about to fall to the ground in a dog-eating-shit position, with his handsome cheeks about to kiss the earth fiercely, so he instinctively protected his face with his hands.

"Plop!"

His body fell into the pit, splashing water more than a person high. Endless darkness and coldness came over him. The Little Bad King's soul trembled and he gradually lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, but Ren also felt that his brain was like he had experienced a long period of serious illness and fainting, with an indescribable feeling of heaviness and pain.

This feeling was more intense than the "short-term aftereffects" he'd experienced during previous secret realm teleportations. However, he was, after all, a fourth-grade cultivator, and his physical body had reached the pinnacle of this realm, so he quickly adjusted to his current state.

As usual, he tried to open his eyes and take in the surroundings. However, after blinking several times, he found that his vision was still pitch black, and his eyes felt as if they were being squeezed.

Who blindfolded me?!

Ren also sat up and instinctively scratched his temple with his hand, and he actually touched something that looked like a strip of cloth.

He slowly pulled it down, and the cloth slid off his cheek, but his vision still did not recover. It was still pitch black, without a trace of light.

Damn it! ! !

Ren was so frightened that he suddenly jumped up and touched his eyes with his hands. However, because his body had no sight to support it and was shaking violently, he actually fell headfirst from a broken bed to the ground.

"Boom...!"

After a dull thud, he still couldn't avoid the fate of hitting the ground face first. His nose was hit with a puff sound, and he felt a sharp pain.

"I'm sorry..."

He kept reciting Chinese classics, awkwardly adjusting his body position on the ground, and tried to open and close his eyes again, but his vision remained unchanged.

At this moment, he finally realized his situation.

"I... I'm blind?! Huh? Really blind?!"