novelraw Chapter 328: Alright, You Go Down!
Chapter 328: Alright, You Go Down!
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Yu Zhao’s gaze flickered.
Got it!
As expected, there were two separate groups involved.
“Can we determine how the two Hall Masters were killed?” she asked.
The questioning Daoist shook his head.
Yu Zhao rose to her feet. “One last question—where did the group that massacred Black Tortoise Hall go?”
The questioning Daoist was startled. “Daoist Yu, those people are extremely dangerous.”
“I know.”
Seeing her unwavering determination, the Daoist hesitated before carving the retreat route of the group onto a Jade Slip and handing it to her.Yu Zhao thanked him and signaled to Ji Han Zhou with a glance.
The two of them left the room, one after the other.
“Daoist Yu…”
The questioning Daoist rushed out, intending to say more, but Yu Zhao’s voice reached him first.
“My grudge against the Dark Pavilion is now settled.”
The Daoist wiped his forehead, exhaling in relief.
Finally, he understood why the Pavilion Master had gone to such lengths to mend relations with Yu Zhao.
Barely in her twenties, yet more formidable than some cultivators hundreds of years her senior.
Truly terrifying!
Under the cover of night, Yu Zhao and Ji Han Zhou exited the city, stopping at a roadside. Yu Zhao tossed the Jade Slip to Ji Han Zhou.
Ji Han Zhou scanned it briefly, his expression firm. “Senior Sister Yu, I want to go.”
Yu Zhao smiled. “Then let’s go.”
Both were decisive by nature. Once the decision was made, they immediately followed the route on the Jade Slip.
On the way, they diligently searched for clues. However, it was unclear whether the culprits had done an impeccable job covering their tracks or if they were all masters of concealment. The two found nothing.
Worse still, by the second day, the route described on the Jade Slip came to an end.
Once again, the group’s trail vanished.
Yu Zhao didn’t speak first this time. She quietly observed Ji Han Zhou.
He instantly felt an invisible pressure, as if he were back at the Heavenly Sword Sect being tested by the Sect Master.
After pondering, he spoke slowly, “They didn’t leave behind any traces, but since they’re a large group, perhaps nearby cultivators may have seen them. We could start by asking around.”
When he finished, he anxiously looked at Yu Zhao.
Only after she nodded did he relax entirely.
“When asking, don’t limit yourself to whether anyone saw them. Also inquire about unusual events—things like sect exterminations or missing corpses.”
If it was an organized group, it was likely this wasn’t their only massacre.
Ji Han Zhou nodded. “On the way here, I noticed traces of cultivators to the west.”
With that, the two changed course, heading west.
…
Not long after walking several dozen miles, a crisp knocking sound came from ahead.
Yu Zhao raised an eyebrow.
The next moment, a serene and calming Buddhist Chant wafted through the air.
It was like a gentle breeze, soothing restless emotions and inexplicably calming the heart.
Ji Han Zhou looked awed.
There was undoubtedly a profound monk up ahead, deeply versed in Buddha Dharma.
But he was soon proven wrong.
Very wrong.
From the woods emerged Master Silence, wielding a Wooden Fish Mallet thicker than Ji Han Zhou’s arm, muttering curses under his breath.
As soon as he lifted his gaze, his eyes met those of Ji Han Zhou, who stood frozen like a wooden statue, and Yu Zhao, who smiled faintly.
Master Silence froze for a moment. Then, with a swift motion, he shrank the mallet and tucked it into his monk’s robe. His face returned to its usual compassionate and benevolent expression.
“Well, if it isn’t my two old friends. Master Silence greets you.”
“Master Silence,” Yu Zhao replied, smiling politely.
Encountering him here was an unexpected surprise.
Ji Han Zhou looked puzzled. “Master Silence, were you just… in the woods…”
Master Silence replied serenely, “This humble monk was performing rites to guide departed souls to the Pure Land.”
Ji Han Zhou: …
That wasn’t technically untrue.
Yu Zhao asked, “Master Silence, are you traveling alone?”
He smiled faintly. “Life itself is a journey of cultivation. Every place is a cultivation ground.”
Ji Han Zhou turned to Yu Zhao. “What does he mean?”
Without expression, Yu Zhao explained, “The Abbot of Harmony Sound Temple found him too noisy and sent him away.”
Master Silence’s gaze turned resentful, shifting between the two of them. “And why are you here?”
Ji Han Zhou shared the tragedy of Black Tortoise Hall. Hearing this, Master Silence furrowed his brow and quickly rotated his prayer beads.
“So, you’re here to track their movements?”
Ji Han Zhou nodded gloomily. “We intended to ask around for anyone who might’ve seen them, but now that seems unnecessary.”
The souls were all guided away.
Who should they question—ghosts?
“This humble monk can help you find the way and do what little I can to assist,” Master Silence said, bowing solemnly.
Yu Zhao and Ji Han Zhou were startled.
“Master Silence, do you know where they went?” Yu Zhao asked.
“I do not,” he admitted. “But I can ask.”
“Ask? Who are you asking? There’s no one here except ghosts!” Ji Han Zhou muttered.
Master Silence nodded with a smile. “Junior Brother Ji is correct. I intend to ask the wronged spirits.”
After confirming the exact location of Black Tortoise Hall and the time of the incident, Master Silence lowered his head and began chanting scriptures.
The ethereal Buddhist Chant once again filled the air. Time seemed to slow, and the surroundings grew unusually quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and birdsong.
Gradually, faint wisps of mist appeared, gathering to form a translucent figure—a woman’s vague silhouette.
Ji Han Zhou’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He had actually summoned a ghost?
Master Silence stopped chanting and silently communicated with the apparition.
The figure swirled a few times before flying northward.
“Follow her. She’ll lead us to her body.”
No reminder was necessary. Yu Zhao and Ji Han Zhou were already chasing after it.
The apparition started off slow, but as they neared their destination, it sped up.
Surveying the desolate surroundings, the three thought the apparition would lead them to the culprits’ hideout. To their surprise, it stopped at a perilous peak, halting at the edge of a cliff.
Ji Han Zhou frowned. “Did we take the wrong route?”
Master Silence was about to answer when the apparition took a step forward and plunged straight down.
Startled, Ji Han Zhou stepped closer to check, but Yu Zhao yanked him back.
“Don’t go near it. There’s something strange below.”
Ji Han Zhou was confused, but Master Silence nodded in agreement. “She’s right. There’s something odd down there.”
The apparition hadn’t gone willingly—it was dragged by an unseen force.
No one knew what lay below, so caution was essential.
Yu Zhao and Master Silence exchanged a glance and spoke in unison, “I’ll go down to investigate.”
Ji Han Zhou’s heart filled with jealousy as he witnessed their synchronization.
Driven by an unexplainable urge, he blurted, “I can go down too!”
Yu Zhao and Master Silence exchanged another look.
Then, simultaneously, they nodded and turned to him.
“Alright, you go down.”
Ji Han Zhou: ?!
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