Chapter 62 — The Demonic Cult
劍問蒼天 · Page 3 of 7
He had barely spoken half his words when Tian Lingsu, ahead, turned her head. Her face was wreathed in smiles; seeing that it was Zhang Qingyue, she was all the more delighted, and called out loudly: "Xiaofan, isn't flying like this wonderful? Look—how high the sky is, how blue!"
Zhang Qingyue turned his head, drew a deep breath, and smiled.
The sky was high, the clouds pale, the blue boundless—truly it lifted the heart and refreshed the spirit. And yet, how could it compare with that one smile of the beloved woman deep in his heart?
Tian Lingsu flew into the wind, her fine hair streaming. Above her was the blue sky, below her the green hills, and farther off still the boundless blue ocean; gazing to the far horizon, sea and sky met in a single line.
This land was like a painting, its beauty beyond all telling. Tian Lingsu was in excellent spirits; she smiled sweetly, and as she turned her head she twisted her body and moved to the side. Zhang Qingyue suddenly saw Tian Lingsu fly near, looked at her, and said: "Senior sister, what is it?"
Tian Lingsu laughed. "Xiaofan, do you remember when we caught Little Grey back then?"
Zhang Qingyue was somewhat puzzled. "I remember. What of it?"
Tian Lingsu reached out and seized his arm. "Let's go!"
Zhang Qingyue was just wondering what she meant when he saw Tian Lingsu's treasure suddenly plunge—she was diving straight down. Zhang Qingyue hastily brought his treasure down too, following close behind her. And behind the two of them, Song Dayi and the others were farther off and had not heard what they said; caught unprepared, and with their treasures flying at such speed in midair, in an instant they had shot out ahead.
The three of them groaned in dismay and hastily reined in, turning to look back, only to see their young junior sister and little junior brother, one after the other, flying down toward the green forest below their feet. They could only shake their heads and smile wryly, and hurry after them; after all, the sect's command was to search out the remnants of the Demonic Cult, and searching in this forest would serve just as well. But by this, a distance had opened between them and Zhang Qingyue and Tian Lingsu.
Zhang Qingyue followed Tian Lingsu closely, and in a trice they had descended below the forest canopy. He heard Tian Lingsu give a soft laugh ahead, and turning her head, she said: "Xiaofan, hurry!"
As she spoke, the Amber Red Silk, as though possessed of spirit, turned over like a serpent twisting in midair, whirling and whistling beneath her pretty figure, red light flashing, and flew into the vast, wild forest. Zhang Qingyue gazed at that red shadow ahead, and hot blood surged in his heart; he thought of nothing else, and flew straight down.
The forest on this mountain was like the rest of the Liubo Mountains—giant ancient trees everywhere, rising straight to the sky, and even on the ground there were many shrubs and thorns, so that it was hard to find a foothold.
The moment the two of them entered the forest, they felt the world around them suddenly grow quiet; the sharp wind was gone from their ears, and a fresh scent of trees met them face to face. Tian Lingsu, smiling, stood upon the Amber Red Silk, her figure swift as lightning, weaving and flying through this ancient forest, among the countless giant old trees.
Looking from behind, Zhang Qingyue saw that lovely red shadow rise and fall, darting swiftly among the dense branches and leaves; accompanied by that shrill, light whistling, she was like the most beautiful fairy in the world, in this place beyond the world, in this forest of ancient trees, in a world where countless green leaves seemed to brim with laughter and faint cheering, dancing out the most beautiful of dances.
That figure—like lightning, like light—hugged the bodies of the giant trees; it looked most perilous, and yet with a gentle grace she slid softly past, never touching them in the least.