Nine Mystic Immortals
The freaky qi and voices at No-Man’s Cemetery were no longer around, yet the neighbouring villagers still distanced themselves.
“What the? Who else would come here to repair the hole?” Xiaoshuai verbalised, surprised to find the hole they intended to mend already mended.
The dragon vine guessed, “Could it have b-”
“No, it’s not Shifu’s qi,” Mu Yu declared.
“It couldn’t have been Elder Ku Mu, Chen Tiandao or Sword Shadow Dust Gale. Maybe Xie Bulao or Third Heaven Palace?” Qiao Xue proposed.
“Bai Jie’s not nice enough to do that. My guess is Illusionary Clear Rain.” Mu Yu clapped. “If we could find Illusionary Clear Rain, maybe we can turn this around for the better!”
“Illusionary Clear Rain has probably arrived at Third Heaven,” opined Xiaoshuai. “You reckon he’d save Old White Beard?”
“Mm… Either way, we can’t just rashly dive in head first. Seeing as this hole has been sealed, let’s regroup with the fiend kings to see what they have on the menu,” suggested Mu Yu, checking the hole again just to be safe.
“It should take us, at least, ten days to arrive,” stated Qiao Xue.
“Let’s drop by Mist City. We should collect some intelligence after spending, what, half a year away from Third Heaven Palace?” Mu Yu recommended.
“I wonder how my martial siblings are doing. I’m confident Cheng Yan will be fine. Not sure about Lie Shang. I’m worried most about Xiang Nan because of his intention,” Mu Yu mused to himself.
Arriving at Mist City wearing fake appearances, Mu Yu conveyed, “Well, the city is just how I remember it, same scenery and same gossip. Let’s find an inn to rest up. Plus, that’s where we’re likely to have the biggest abundance of information.”
“I don’t like crowded places,” shared Qiao Xue, cultivation suppressed to Primordial Infant Realm similarly to Mu Yu.
“Don’t worry about it. We just need to see if anything major has happened during our absence. If not, we can bounce off right away.”
When they ordered dishes, they had to order two big plates of drumsticks for Xiaoshuai.
“That third-rate Western Empyreans Sect’s Xi Chukuang reached Body Synthesis Realm in a single year to snag the forty-sixth rank on Ultimate Immortals Ranking. I’m pretty sure their patriarch is a measly Body Severing Realm cultivator.”
“Yeah, who would’ve thought he’d turn on his shifu, Daoist Xi Xian, to lord over the sect.”
“Not sure what you expect when he’s surpassed his teacher.”
“You high on something? What sort of normal man backstabs his mentor, forces his mentor to abdicate and then starts running the sect as if he’s the hottest bloke in the world?”
“Well, you have a point. Man, where are all these dark horses crawling out from? It’s like they spawn out of thin air ever since Sikong Qiwen’s meteoric rise. At the top of my head, there’s North’s Huai Li, South’s Shu Da, East’s Ren Hua, West’s Chu Kuang. They could take dumps on disciples from the eight great sects when they come from sects nobody ever put on the map.”
“Well, Xi Chukuang is challenging Sword Purifying Valley’s Brilliant Swordsman for his rank forty-five spot outside the city.”
“I’ll be there to spectate.”
“Third Heaven Palace has announced the finals will be held at the heart of Third Heaven in eight months from now because of how rampant the element demons have been the past year. Fail to show up and you forfeit your chance to become one of the chosen Nine Mystic Immortals.”
“Well, I know how these absurd cultivators are popping up,” Mu Yu muttered under his breath, listening in to the conversation.
“Is this a good or bad thing?” Qiao Xue, having heard about what transpired at Clearwater City, queried. “The Nine Mystic Immortals will introduce yet another volatile element to the board if Third Heaven Palace does declare war on elemental demons.”
“Beats me. I think the nine will most likely be under Third Heaven Palace’s brainwashing. Xiang Nan is now in the ninth rank spot, so he’s sticking out like a thorn right now to them.”
“Do we need to give him a hand?”
“Nah, he doesn’t need our help. I have an even better idea.”
“And that is?”
“We also become part of Nine Mystic Immortals,” Mu Yu answered, grinning the way a man about to mow down the enemy vanguard would.
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