Rumours about Moyun Mountains
Mu Yu dropped into Pine City after departing from Crouching Dragon Mountain to gather information from the hub of Moyun Mountains. He decided to start there to learn more about Ghost Gate’s plans because only Elder Chilong knew where Ghost Island was.
Green Pine had undergone its own transformation in the years Mu Yu underwent his. The annual disciple selection was still practiced. Howbeit, the grey-rank disciples there were no longer servants and paid a wage for their services after Daoist Qing Song abolished the previous system. Every time a cultivator needed a favour, he’d have to pay the grey-rank disciples in spirit stones as per Mu Yu’s instructions to Daoist Qing Song.
With Xiaoshuai enjoying meat buns on his shoulder, Mu Yu flew into the academy. The only change at the academy was the abolishment of each sect having their own courtyard, and all courtyards being available to rent.
“Can I help you, Sir?” Xiaofei, a sixteen year old grey-rank, Qi Refinement Realm disciple who demonstrated efficiency, asked.
“I will pay you ten spirit stones to answer some questions,” replied Mu Yu, placing the spirit stones on the table and caressing Xiaoshuai’s tail.
“This one will answer anything he can.”
“Has anything major happened in the world of cultivation recently?”
“Major? Um… The twenty-third Green Pine Alliance announcement is considered major news. Mountainwave Sect’s newly appointed patriarch two days ago is major news. Wordless Sect’s patriarch’s daughter got married five days ago…”
“Next question: have there been any highly-advanced cultivators, exuding black qi and looking aloof around here recently?”
“Exuding black qi? No, this one has not seen anyone of the sort. This one did hear of some rumours of a ghost recently, though. Would you happen to know about, Sir?”
“Go on.”
“About a month ago, a procession sent Elder Zhao, who passed away recently, to No-Man’s Cemetery, the valley in the north that houses a tremendous amount of death qi. On that particular day, however, Elder Zhao levitated back up after he was thrown down and mentioned some bizarre things. Before they knew it, his three sons suddenly died. Black and cold mist shrouded his family members and took all of their lives, too.”
“Did everyone part of the procession die?”
“According to their village’s customs, every household in the village has to send two family members to their dead’s funerals. As such, they sent roughly two hundred people from the village. Strangely enough, every one woke up after passing out to discover that everyone in Zhao Clan was dead.”
“Did someone with a grudge kill his family members?”
“That is too unlikely. Based on rumours floating around, nobody took care of him while he was alive; they only learnt of his death three days after he passed away. His three sons quarrelled over the inheritance right afterwards. That is why people claim that Elder Zhao came back to take them with him as punishment for their heartless behaviour.”
“Everyone else was fine, though?”
“Yes. They witnessed Elder Zhao take the lives of his three scoundrel sons before they passed out,” answered Xiaofei, placing his hand on his chest to indicate a pledge to honesty.
“That certainly is bewildering.” Mu Yu mused, The black mist he spoke of sounds like Ghost Gate’ ghost qi. I can’t imagine them sparing everyone besides Elder Zhao’s family, nevertheless.
“Sir, please feel free to ask any questions. This one has a large news network,” emphasised Xiaofei, eyes planted on the ten spirit stones.
“Mm… Has anything bizarre taken place in the last year? I meant that as in inexplicable phenomenon and the sort, not news pertaining to sects.”
“A year ago? You should already be aware of it, Sir.”
“I went into seclusion last year and only came out recently.”
“Ah, that makes sense. One year ago, the sky turned golden as a plethora of text scattered across the sky. Soon after, streaks of white light ran across the sky similarly to a web. The sky seemingly shattered, and the golden text fell from the sky. For an unknown reason, the text vanished upon raining down. Everyone knows about the event.
“After the phenomenon, a deity clad in white light descended on Dustfallen Sect. We were all amazed because we never expected a deity to descend on Dustfallen Sect nor did we comprehend why. The deity was kilometres tall, so we saw him clearly no matter where we were. We heard Patriarch Feng Haochen flew into the white light and vanished. Everyone is envious he was blessed to be invited to heaven.”
Xiaofei exhaled after the long report and then continued, “Cultivators want to visit Mount Dustfallen to find out the details, but there is a formation that nobody has been able to trespass thus far. Ever since then, it has become a sacred ground since the deity descended there.”
It’s always been a sacred place to me. Whatever, no point in correcting someone who’s oblivious to all the stuff going on in the shadows. There’s no question that was when Third Heaven Palace took Shifu away, Mu Yu analysed. “Take the ten sprit stones. Keep an eye out if you see anyone I described. I’ll drop in to visit you again.”
Xiaofei immediately swiped the spirit stones away and nodded. “I will. Black mist, aloof and advanced cultivation, got it!”
Mu Yu exhaled his rage, setting his sights on No-Man’s Cemetery next to investigate what Ghost Gate was up to.
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