Chapter 924: 836: The Second Psychiatric Patient |
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In the Star Vault, a fleet was heading towards the Martial Desolate Realm.
This fleet, grand and mighty, comprised of forty terrifying starships.
Astride each warship, flew a flag proudly bearing a single, dragon and phoenix dancing character:
"War!"
— The Martial Desolate Realm was a place selected by the Ultimate Beings of the Martial Clan — Wu Jiandao.
Thus, the Martial Clan dispatched numerous strong cultivators to establish a dojo!
Leading the magnificent fleet was a battleship, like a mountain in majesty, built entirely of terrifying dark iron, its surface covered with runes and emitting a horrifying aura.
That was... a Spirit King Level battleship!
Four Refinements, Five Aggregates, Six Storages, Spirit Platform, Soul Awakening, Flawless!
After Flawless, came the Open-Gate Realm. Beyond that lay the ultimate — the Ascendant Path!
And those in the Flawless Realm were revered by the world as Chaos Spirit Kings!
In this world, the Ultimate Beings on the Ascendant Path were all within the Sacrificial Temple.
And at the Open-Gate Realm, one would have uncovered the Path-Scenic Land. Cultivators of this caliber were almost always in deathly seclusion, seeking the path within the Path-Scenic Land, regarded as the final trump card of their clans and not to be revealed until the utmost crisis.
Therefore, in a sense, the Chaos Spirit Kings were the strongest beings visible in the world!
This time, the Martial Clan could be said to have mobilized their true foundation.
"Reporting to the Bright Flame Spirit King, in one more day, we will arrive at the Martial Desolate Realm."
Atop the Spirit King level battleship, a middle-aged man sat beside a table, sipping on faintly grey origin tea, a Bright Flame spirit pattern at his brow, resembling a closed eye.
He was none other than the strongest being the Martial Clan had sent for this mission — the Bright Flame Spirit King!
At that moment, an elder stood respectfully behind him and said,
"Spirit King, this realm is extraordinary; our Martial Clan's strong practitioners who were dispatched before... have all died."
"Even the Martial Self Mirror has vanished without a trace."
Upon hearing this, Wu Minghuo chuckled coldly and said,
"Is this mere Martial Desolate Realm capable of turning the heavens?"
"Don't worry. With this king personally present, no matter the entity, they shall all perish!"
The fleet continued its advance.
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And at this moment.
In the Martial Desolate Realm, the Deadman Wilderness.
Nan Feng and the others had reached a small mountain village.
Upon seeing the village before them, Qiu Qing and Xuehen were utterly shocked.
This place...
"Is this some kind of forbidden village? At first glance, it seems more terrifying than Immortal Melody Mountain where the Ten Venerates dwell!"
Xuehen was somewhat afraid; she felt that this place harbored vast and boundless forces of terror, and getting closer would undoubtedly mean being crushed.
"Master... please wake up, this place is too terrifying, we must not go..."
Meanwhile, Qiu Qing looked towards Qingcheng, continuously trying to awaken her.
But at this moment, Qingcheng was still soullessly fixated on the ancient zither on Nan Feng's back.
The zither's impact on her soul... was too profound.
Even now, she couldn't break free.
"Let's go."
Nan Feng stepped into the village.
Yet Qiu Qing and Xuehen struggled, frantically shoving against Wu Dade.
"No, we won't go... we don't want to go to such a place."
"It's too frightening here..."
They were extremely afraid of the village.
They dared not enter it.
Wu Dade was speechless; having no choice, he could only tie them to a large tree outside the village.
The group entered the mountain village.
As soon as she stepped into the village, Qingcheng's expression suddenly changed.
The aura of this place invoked an inexplicable fear within her, snapping her out of her dazed state.
"This isn't right..."
She instinctively glanced around, her face suddenly going pale.
"No... what place is this?!"
She exclaimed in fear, while rapidly backing away!
She clearly saw that every inch of space held Supreme forbidden auras in circulation!
Every seemingly ordinary cottage was like an unfathomable forbidden abode, unknown what enormous calamities resided within!
Each tree, with autumn leaves falling, seemed like ancient terrifying beings of eternal silence, suppressing overwhelming power!
Heavens!
Where had she ended up?
Could this place be...
the world beyond the path?
Fearfully, she looked at Nan Feng and the others and asked,
"Who... who are you people exactly?"
For it was Nan Feng and the others who had brought her here.
Could they have come from the other side of the road?
Impossible to imagine!
No creature that entered the path on the other side had ever emerged!
Nan Feng looked at Qingcheng with a calm demeanor and said,
"You'll naturally understand when you meet my master later."
Qingcheng was startled and said,
"Your master... is it the owner of that qin on your back??"
She was exceedingly wary of that qin.
In her eyes, the qin was definitely an inconceivable forbidden artifact.
There was no way Nan Feng could possess it!
And what's more, Nan Feng was supposed to be the reincarnation of Sound Venerate. She had died so thoroughly; could it be that Nan Feng's so-called master was the one who enabled her rebirth?
Such an existence... was beyond imagination!
At this moment, she hesitated in her heart, knowing that entering such a place...
It was likely over for her!
"What exactly do you want to do to me?"
She asked through clenched teeth.
Nan Feng said,
"To cure you."
"To cure your mental illness."
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Autumn was growing ever richer, rendering the little mountain village picturesque.
To the east of the village, the gingko trees were lined up in order, their golden leaves dancing in the sky; to the west, the plane trees stood row upon row...
The little mountain village was like a sanctuary from the outside world, always serene and beautiful, even when the outside world was turned upside-down.
In the small courtyard, everything was as before.
Lu Rang was taking care of the cabbages and radishes in the fields, clearing weeds, occasionally handing green grass to Little Gold Bull behind him.
Little Gold Bull had grown even stronger, its body a brilliant gold, looking majestic and extraordinary.
Dugu Yuqing spent his days practicing the Dao Proliferation Five Scripts and had already achieved considerable skill, his strokes bold and forceful.
Little Red Bird would sometimes land on his shoulder, sometimes fly away to mingle with the chicken flock, carefree and content.
Qing Chen, carrying a broom, sat under the Peach Tree, carefully Condensing Spirit. Whenever a yellow leaf fell from the tree, he would deftly stretch out the broom to catch it.
Not allowing a single leaf to touch the ground!
Even his Little Monkey followed suit, squatting by his side, leaping out whenever leaves fell.
The Kirin Tree, Primal Divine Grapes, and other plants were also shedding leaves, which significantly increased Qing Chen's workload.
Lin Jiu Zheng was also scribbling away, but his drawings were all scribbled and askew, much like a child's doodles. Upon closer inspection... they closely resembled the contours of the little mountain village.
He was practicing Talismans, and the little mountain village... was the most vast and Supreme Creation Character.
So, he was mapping out the principle of the village's talisman to strengthen his own abilities.
Of course, he was already sweating buckets just trying to make out the grossest framework.
Little Kirin ran back and forth in front of him, sometimes pointing out this spot with its little hoof, sometimes stomping there, indicating he had drawn it askew again.
But all Lin Jiu Zheng could do was offer a wry smile; he was extremely familiar with the little mountain village, yet, he could not depict it.
Long Zixuan was catching fish; he was becoming more familiar with the Hunting Heaven Six Arts and could occasionally make contact with the fish.
In the pond, unbeknownst to anyone, a patch of lotus leaves had grown—Martial Dao Heavenly Heart Lotus had finally been revived and had come back to life.
The little black fish had grown to be the length of chopsticks, gliding around the lotus leaves, the ripples glimmering.
Xinning read her books quietly, with keen interest, undisturbed by the changing seasons. In just a short time, she had gone through dozens of books.
Now, Xinning possessed a special aura about her; extensive reading had made her appear intelligent, graceful, yet still demure and tranquil.
On the other side, Li Fan was leading Yun Xi, Su Baiqian, and Gong Ya in doing needlework.
The weather had turned cold; it was time to make some warm clothes for everyone.
Cotton, fabric... various materials were set out together, with Li Fan holding a needle, instructing Yun Xi and the rest.
"The cotton robe must be pressed thick and firm to keep out the cold, so the stitches must be tight, and move a bit quicker when weaving in and out..."
Everyone followed Li Fan's lead; among them, Gong Ya and Su Baiqian learned the fastest.
Although Yun Xi was intelligent, she didn't seem to have a knack for needlework or culinary arts...
"The position of the stitch is wrong,"
Li Fan said with a smile, guiding Yun Xi:
"Hold the needle firmly. Relax a bit when you push it in; don't be tense. Pull it out like this, a bit faster, back and forth. Sewing is as simple as that..."
But Yun Xi was still somewhat awkward, casting an envious look for the first time in her pretty big eyes at Su Baiqian and Gong Ya beside her.
"Gong Ya sister is so fast..."
Li Fan couldn't help but smile and said,
"Why don't you join Xinning in reading? I'll make your winter clothes."
This silly girl was hopeless; it seemed he had to do it himself.
Upon hearing this, Yun Xi was delighted and said,
"Thank you... then, I'll go read now, but make sure to make me a thicker winter dress!"
Saying so, she immediately went to find Xinning to play.
At this moment, a voice came from outside the small courtyard:
"Master, we've returned."
It was Nan Feng's voice.
Li Fan looked up to see that Nan Feng and the others had already pushed the door open and entered.
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