Chapter 69 — The Past
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Zhang Qingyue, with Tian Lingsu, Song Dayi, He Dachuan, and Du Biyan—five in all—rode their treasures and flew swiftly forward through the forest. With their cultivation, it would naturally have been much faster to ride their treasures straight up into the blue sky; but just now, as they broke out of the demon cult's encirclement and were about to take flight, they saw several disciples of small sects rise into the air nearby, only for several savage streaks of light to burst suddenly from the dense forest below their feet and strike them down.
Those piteous screams—plainly they would not live.
Everyone paled. The forest here was dense with branches and leaves, and the night was deep, and demon cult followers were everywhere about; if they flew up and were discovered, they would be living targets.
Song Dayi, as the senior brother, had after all seen more of the world than his juniors; he made a prompt decision—they would fly swiftly among the trees. The woods here were dark, and though it was hard to spot the demon cult followers, neither could the enemy easily see them. If they flew straight east, once they were out of this forest and away from the demon cult's encirclement, they would be far safer.
His mind made up, the five flew east with all their strength.
Song Dayi led the way, Zhang Qingyue brought up the rear, focusing his mind as he rode his treasure, weaving through the forest. His chest still ached faintly, but the wound he had taken in the fight with the old blood-sucking demon was not so grave as he had feared; and from the Mystic Fire Mirror bound to his right arm, threads of warm primal yang qi came drifting from time to time, moving slowly through his body, as though it had a special power to restrain the old demon's strange blood-sucking **.
Yet though the Mystic Fire Mirror secretly checked the evil power of the blood-sucking **, as Zhang Qingyue now rode the Dark Iron Staff in flight, that strange icy chill coming from the staff seemed to clash with the Mystic Fire Mirror; within his body, the two alien energies repelled each other the moment they met. But after all, the Mystic Fire Mirror was not driven by Zhang Qingyue's own spiritual power, and so it was quickly suppressed by the cold qi of the Dark Iron Staff.
Zhang Qingyue's entire attention was fixed on following the senior brothers and sisters flying ahead of him, so naturally he did not notice these tiny changes within his body. Only in the intervals of flight did he happen to lift his head, and he saw black clouds at the horizon churning like boiling water, waves of radiant light piercing straight to the ninth heaven, reddening more than half the sky.
There, naturally, his master Tian Buhui and his martial uncle Daoist Cangyan were locked in magical combat with the demon cult's villains. He wondered whether the old man might come to harm.
At this thought, Zhang Qingyue shook his head at once, thinking to himself that with his master's cultivation so profound, surely nothing could happen; it was purely his own overthinking. Having silently laughed at his own excessive worry, Zhang Qingyue roused his spirits and was just about to quicken his pace a little more to catch up with the senior brothers and sisters ahead.
Ahead, the darkness was like a net without bound or edge, stretching endless and without margin. The five of them gradually drew far from those clamorous sounds of magical combat and sank into the darkness, until even their surroundings slowly fell quiet.
In the night, it seemed that only there, in the depths of the darkness ahead, over that sea drawing ever nearer to them, did that mysterious and shrill long cry grow ever clearer, ever closer. This chapter was posted by a web friend.
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