novelraw Chapter 329: The Masters Words Make So Much Sense!
Chapter 329: The Masters Words Make So Much Sense!
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Once Ji Han Zhou had spoken, there was no turning back.
Though he hadn’t expected Yu Zhao and Silence to actually agree, once both of them nodded, he didn’t hesitate. Drawing his flying sword, he leapt forward.
But before his toes left the ground, Silence grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back down.
“Junior Brother Ji, you’re being too hasty. Yu Zhao and I aren’t ready yet.”
“Ready for what?”
“Obviously, to make sure you don’t die too quickly.”
Ji Han Zhou: …
So, Ji Han Zhou stood there, watching Yu Zhao and Silence fiddle with him for a while.
When they finally pulled their hands back, he looked down at himself. “What did you two put on me?”Yu Zhao chuckled lightly. “You’ll find out once you’re down there.”
Silence was less subtle—he kicked Ji Han Zhou hard in the backside. “Off you go!”
“Agh! Silence! You damned bald monk! I’ll kill you!”
Ji Han Zhou’s body shot into the air before plummeting downward.
The surroundings blurred past him at alarming speed. He tried channeling his spiritual energy to slow his descent, but the more energy he used, the faster he seemed to fall.
Frowning, Ji Han Zhou held his sword horizontally across his chest, his gaze fixed on the scene below.
As he pierced through the clouds, the previously obscured landscape came into focus.
A field of stark white filled his view.
Countless white bones were piled chaotically, some reduced to fragments by exposure to the elements. Others, sturdier skulls, faced upward, their hollow eye sockets exuding an air of despair, as if awaiting the arrival of a kindred spirit.
Chilling. Silent.
Ji Han Zhou couldn’t think of better words to describe this Land of White Bones.
As he drew closer, he noticed sharp, jagged bones protruding from the top of the piles like spikes. At this speed, he wouldn’t just die—he’d be skewered into a sieve.
Summoning his will, he expanded his flying sword until it was large enough to shield his entire body.
Before he could sigh in relief, a sharp buzzing noise rose from below.
He looked down to see the jagged bones lifting from the piles, shooting toward him with terrifying momentum.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The piercing sound of bones cutting through the air screamed past his ears.
Gripping his sword tightly, Ji Han Zhou slashed horizontally.
A burst of sword energy erupted.
The air resounded with the clash of bone and blade, reminiscent of jade colliding with stone.
However, the excessive use of spiritual energy caused his fall to accelerate abruptly.
Boom!
He crashed heavily into the bone pile, the grinding sound of bones scraping together echoing beneath him.
“Hm?”
Ji Han Zhou stood up in astonishment.
Despite falling from such a height, he didn’t feel even the slightest pain.
It didn’t take him long to realize that whatever Yu Zhao and Silence had done to him was working.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him.
He looked up in irritation. “Again?”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The familiar whistling sound of incoming bones filled the air.
Now unburdened by other concerns, Ji Han Zhou went all out, sending flying bones scattering before they could reach him.
But in the Land of White Bones, jagged bones were endless.
Before long, Ji Han Zhou was nearly submerged in a sea of flying bones.
By the time Yu Zhao and Silence descended, Ji Han Zhou was barely visible under the heap.
Yu Zhao swept her divine sense across the area and flicked her finger, releasing a streak of spiritual light.
The light struck the walls on either side, severing glowing formations. The polished bones immediately lost their sheen, dimming to a dull gray.
Silence tossed his prayer beads into the air.
The beads hovered mid-air, emitting a gentle light.
The murderous bones instantly calmed, tumbling down with a clatter. Ji Han Zhou’s figure emerged, finally freed from the assault.
“Thanks.”
Ji Han Zhou adjusted his breathing, his expression complicated as he addressed Silence.
Silence smiled faintly. “I’m glad Junior Brother Ji doesn’t hold a grudge for my rash actions.”
Ji Han Zhou’s face darkened as memories of being kicked off the cliff resurfaced.
He turned to Yu Zhao, his eyes filled with hope.
But Yu Zhao’s attention was fully on the bone piles. She didn’t spare him a glance.
Sighing in dismay, Ji Han Zhou cleared his thoughts and began examining their surroundings.
Yu Zhao picked up a small finger bone from the ground and pinched it lightly between her fingers.
The bone crumbled to powder, slipping through her fingertips.
She repeated this with several other bones, all yielding the same result.
Shaking her head, she muttered to herself.
They were too late.
The spiritual energy in these bones had been entirely drained, rendering them useless. That was likely why they had been left here.
The formation beneath the cliff was undoubtedly designed to kill or trap anyone who investigated.
If Ji Han Zhou had come alone, he would have remained here forever, a companion to the white bones.
Silence approached from another direction, shaking his head at Yu Zhao.
“This formation targets not only living cultivators but also restless spirits. So…”
“I understand,” Yu Zhao said, her gaze deep.
Finding this Land of White Bones was already an unexpected gain.
Moreover, she had a clearer lead now.
The massacre of the Black Tortoise Hall must be connected to the mysterious organization Tian Pu Zi had mentioned.
Even if the culprits weren’t core members, they were likely rogue cultivators nurtured by the group, practicing cruel and unorthodox methods.
One common trait of this group was their refusal to rely on their own cultivation, instead seeking power through violent and inhumane means.
The seemingly tranquil world of cultivation concealed a massive, shadowy organization.
For the first time, Yu Zhao felt a strong desire to return.
She couldn’t wait to meet Sect Master Ji Yuan and share everything she had uncovered.
“Silence, Ji Han Zhou.”
Both men turned to look at her.
“I suspect an evil organization is operating in secret, threatening the peace of the cultivation world. I plan to return to the Five Elements Dao Sect to report this to the sect master. What are your plans?”
Ji Han Zhou’s heart sank.
He knew it was time to part ways.
In matters of such importance, he couldn’t avoid informing his sect.
The fastest way was to remain at the Black Tortoise Hall and await the elders’ arrival.
This meant separating from Senior Sister Yu Zhao.
While Ji Han Zhou wrestled with his emotions, Silence spoke up.
“This monk will accompany you to the Five Elements Dao Sect.”
Ji Han Zhou bristled. “Why aren’t you returning to the Harmony Sound Temple?”
This bald monk had no sense of responsibility!
“This monk can simply send a message. Why travel back personally? Besides, I also wish to visit Sect Master Ji Yuan and exchange thoughts with him on behalf of the abbot.”
Ji Han Zhou: !
The bald monk—no, the master—made so much sense!
He was enlightened!
He saw the light!
“Senior Sister Yu Zhao, I’ll go with you to the Five Elements Dao Sect as well!”
“Alright.”
Yu Zhao collected a few bones from the pile, storing them separately in her space, and set off with Ji Han Zhou and Silence toward the Five Elements Dao Sect.
After days away from her sect, she was finally heading home.
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