Chapter 62 — The Demonic Cult
劍問蒼天 · Page 2 of 7
At this moment the disciples of the various Orthodox sects had scattered in groups of three or five, darting to and fro. The wind whistled over the Liubo Mountains, and lights of every hue flashed past, some swift and some slow, a most pleasing sight.
Zhang Qingyue looked out from atop his treasure to either side, and saw the Orthodox host spreading out in a fan. Close by his own group, some dozens of yards away, on his right hand was a company all of women—naturally the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak—and Xue Qi flew among them, her garments drifting, her fine hair brushing her shoulders; together with her cool, beautiful features, she seemed almost to have an otherworldly grace.
Zhang Qingyue's heart stirred; not daring to look long, he turned back and looked to the other side, where another few dozen yards away were the disciples of the Long Peak lineage, some six or seven of them, among whom were Qi Hao and Lin Jinghong. Just then Lin Jinghong, too, looked over from afar, smiled, and waved.
Zhang Qingyue answered with a smile.
Behind the Long Peak disciples followed another group, which appeared to be the remaining disciples of the Zhaoyang Peak lineage.
Just then, from ahead came a clear whistle from Tian Lingsu. Zhang Qingyue looked forward and saw Tian Lingsu form a hand seal; the Amber Red Silk flashed with red light, gave a "whoosh," and bore her pretty figure straight up into the sky, more than several times faster than before.
Song Dayi was startled. He knew this young junior sister of his was of a lively temperament, and that this outing was a rare chance—unlike on Canglan Mountain, where there were so many restraints. These past days, whenever they came out, she would often fly to her heart's content, which had worried Su Wan a good deal; she had scolded her daughter several times, and this very morning, as they set out, she had again urged Song Dayi to keep an eye on her.
But Tian Lingsu had grown up since childhood amidst everyone's doting, and Song Dayi could not bring himself to speak a single harsh word to her—how then could he keep her in check? With no other choice, he could only speed up himself and chase after her.
Zhang Qingyue, He Dachuan, and the others naturally drove their treasures too, following close behind, and in the blink of an eye they had opened a gap between themselves and the disciples of Long Peak and Xiaozhu Peak.
Zhang Qingyue quickened his pace, caught up to Tian Lingsu, and flew some ten feet off to her side, stealing a glance at her. He saw that Tian Lingsu wore a smile, her expression excited; today she was dressed all in red, and together with that Amber Red Silk, she looked all the more lovely.
The wind was sharp in midair, but through it came Tian Lingsu's joyful laughter, and hearing it, Zhang Qingyue felt a warmth in his heart.
"Little junior brother!" Song Dayi's voice suddenly came from beside him.
Zhang Qingyue hurriedly turned his head. "What is it, eldest senior brother?"
Song Dayi, riding his giant sword, smiled and said: "Little junior brother, I never thought you would advance so swiftly in the Daoist arts—in such a short time, you have actually reached this level."
Zhang Qingyue was grateful at heart. "Eldest senior brother, it is all thanks to your good teaching."
Song Dayi shook his head and laughed. "I would not dare claim the credit. Look just now—you were actually flying much faster than me, and third and sixth senior brothers too."
Only then did Zhang Qingyue realize that, seeing Tian Lingsu fly so fast a moment ago, he had grown anxious and put on more speed to catch up, without noticing those beside him—and so he had flown out ahead of his three senior brothers. But now, seeing Song Dayi and He Dachuan flying behind him so calm and composed, he suspected that if they truly exerted themselves, they might not be any slower than he.
Zhang Qingyue's face reddened at once. "Eldest senior brother, I..."