Chapter 470: Chapter 266: The Treasure Vault (Part 2) If it’s really this good, then there’s no reason to deceive oneself.
"Could it be that this Cyan Simurgh Peak eats people?"
Lan Shuyi rubbed his chin, feeling somewhat puzzled. He had followed because something seemed odd, but he wasn’t persistent... If a person is gone, they’re gone. He’s done what he needed to do, so why waste time on unrelated people?
When he descended from Cyan Simurgh Peak, he overheard disciples of the Taiheng Sect discussing.
A prominent figure has arrived at the Taiheng Sect.
He casually asked who it was, and the Taiheng Sect disciple looked at him with a peculiar expression, seeming both guarded and annoyed, but finally said:
"The Manor Master of Luochun Manor, Wen Fusheng in person!"
There was a sense of pride in his words.
One must know that this great master of the South Ridge has not stepped out of the 128-mile boundary for a long time.
This time, for the Taiheng Sect’s Sword Bestowal Ceremony, he came... it certainly gave enough face.
Hearing this, Lan Shuyi’s heart was stirred:
"Oh? Such a person, it seems I must meet him... Where is he now?"
"They are all at the Sword Pavilion..."
The disciple spoke reluctantly.
Lan Shuyi nodded and headed straight for the Sword Pavilion.
Just as he arrived at the door, he heard a voice inside laughing sinisterly:
"Well, all talk and no action.
"You say the Third Young Master murdered someone, but there’s no evidence, just a witness who’s one of your own.
"You’re relying on baseless accusations to collectively attack my own daughter!?
"I think you’re courting death!!!"
"Master Wen, calm down!!"
"The ignorant are not guilty!"
Lan Shuyi was taken aback, what does this mean? Yesterday among those besieging the Taiheng Sect, was there someone who was Wen Fusheng’s own daughter?
But why was Wen Fusheng’s daughter with the Third Young Master?
Remembering some rumors in the Martial World, Lan Shuyi’s face showed a peculiar expression, wanting to watch the spectacle.
Then he heard two more voices chiming in...
"The actions of the Taiheng Sect have truly opened the eyes of us at the Iron Blood Hall!
"The Third Young Master, Yi Bo Yuntian, is a contemporary chivalrous hero. Being slandered by your idle talk, he showed magnanimity by not destroying your Taiheng Sect. How can you continue stirring up trouble before others?"
A young lady immediately followed up:
"Uncle Cheng is right! I’ve long been displeased with that lot! Helped with good intentions, only to cause trouble instead."
Lan Shuyi squeezed in by the door crack, looking in with keen interest.
Someone nudged his shoulder:
"Move aside, let me see too."
"Who are you?"
Lan Shuyi felt a thousand resentments, a million complaints, and turned his head to see it was Ye Wanqiu.
Immediately he hunched his shoulders:
"Miss, please, I’ll go over there..."
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In front of the Sword Pavilion, the commotion was lively.
Over at Cyan Simurgh Peak, it remained as cold and quiet as ever, but if one looked down, they’d see a figure clinging to the sheer cliff face of the Cyan Simurgh Stone Shadow, slowly descending.
The person wore wide robes and sleeves, sporting a bald head.
It was none other than the Zen Master Xingzhi, whom Lan Shuyi had sought but not found earlier.
He now held two iron hooks, swaying in the mountain wind, which threatened to loosen his grip and send him plummeting down the abyss.
And from such a height, after reaching the ground, even a broom couldn’t sweep him up.
Even though Zen Master Xingzhi had cultivated for years, he couldn’t help but sweat profusely, his forehead wet, as the wind was not enough to dry it all.
He didn’t know how long he continued downward before he suddenly saw a mirror on the cliff face.
He let out a sigh of relief...
This was already the seventh mirror he had seen.
These mirrors were all in places a normal person couldn’t reach, and he didn’t know who had embedded them here.