novelraw Chapter 351: Three Seconds—If You Don’t Speak, Then Never Speak Again
Chapter 351: Three Seconds—If You Don’t Speak, Then Never Speak Again
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Black Falcon?
That black bird?
Wu Shao Zhen immediately realized the colorful leopard before him was targeting him specifically.
His expression remained unchanged, but his mind whirled as he calculated a way to escape.
Alone, he had no chance of survival.
His gaze subtly swept over to Ye Cong Xin beside him.
If he wanted to escape, he had to take a gamble.
“Qing Qing, run! I’ll hold it off!”
Wu Shao Zhen stepped forward, shielding Ye Cong Xin with a look of grim determination.Ye Cong Xin stared at his back and cursed under her breath, “Useless!”
Wu Shao Zhen’s cultivation was nothing against the leopard—one swipe would be the end of him.
However, his actions reignited her hopes of seizing his fate energy.
She had invested too much time in Wu Shao Zhen. Unless absolutely necessary, she wasn’t willing to give up.
“Zhen, I’ll never abandon you!” she cried.
“Qing Qing!”
“Zhen!”
Watching their melodramatic display, Hua Tu tilted his head thoughtfully.
Wasn’t this just like the stories he had read in those novels? So they weren’t entirely fictional, after all.
But Yu Zhao didn’t seem like the type to buy into this nonsense…
While Hua Tu was momentarily distracted, Ye Cong Xin flung her hidden right hand forward.
“Explode!”
Dust filled the air.
A formless power quickly enveloped Hua Tu, forming a silver cage that trapped him.
Hua Tu felt as though he was bearing the weight of a mountain. He couldn’t move, not even to bend a finger.
“Roar!”
Hua Tu’s golden eyes blazed with fury as he let out an enraged roar.
“Qing Qing, this is…” Wu Shao Zhen’s eyes widened in shock.
“Run! The Sky Cage won’t hold it for long,” Ye Cong Xin urged, unwilling to explain further.
As the once-beloved disciple of Lone Moon Peak, she naturally had a few hidden treasures up her sleeve.
Wu Shao Zhen glanced at Hua Tu with reluctance.
If he could devour the leopard’s flesh and blood, his cultivation would skyrocket.
But alas…
He sighed, then retreated with Ye Cong Xin.
Even as they fled far away, the faint echoes of the leopard’s enraged howls lingered.
…
“Daoist Yu…”
Si Tu Yu approached Yu Zhao, her face troubled.
Before she could speak, Yu Zhao interrupted. “Three more days. If we find nothing by then, we stop.”
Si Tu Yu let out a long breath.
Realizing her reaction might seem improper, she quickly added, “Daoist Yu, I didn’t mean anything else.”
“There’s no need to explain. I understand.”
After searching the same area under the blazing sun for seven or eight days without results, anyone would begin to doubt.
Si Tu Yu was negotiating on behalf of the Si Tu family, and Yu Zhao could sympathize.
But she was also deeply anxious.
White Blaze remained asleep with no signs of waking, though the harsh environment hadn’t harmed it.
That was the only silver lining.
After sending Si Tu Yu away, Ji Han Zhou approached.
Yu Zhao assumed he had come for the same reason, but to her surprise, his first words were, “Senior Sister Yu, are you alright?”
The slight furrow in her brow eased, and she smiled faintly. “I’m fine.”
Ji Han Zhou wasn’t convinced.
He knew why Yu Zhao had come and understood the immense pressure she faced with White Blaze’s uncertain condition.
He wanted to comfort her but felt powerless. Realizing he could do nothing to help, he hung his head dejectedly.
Not far away, Long Fei Fei’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
Finally, her moment had arrived.
“Ahem!”
She coughed loudly.
No one paid attention.
Her brows furrowed as she shouted, “Yu Zhao!”
Yu Zhao turned a frosty gaze her way.
For some reason, Long Fei Fei’s confidence wavered, and she smiled ingratiatingly. “I have something to say.”
Yu Zhao nodded slightly.
Long Fei Fei scampered over.
“Speak.”
Long Fei Fei straightened up, boldly declaring, “Undo the illusion spell you cast on me first. Then I’ll think about whether I’ll tell you.”
Ji Han Zhou chuckled mockingly.
Long Fei Fei might fear Yu Zhao, but she had no such reservations about a Golden Core sword cultivator. She glared at him before turning back to Yu Zhao with a sweet smile.
Yu Zhao held up three fingers.
“Three seconds. If you don’t want to speak, then don’t ever speak again. Three.”
One finger dropped.
Long Fei Fei’s face turned pale.
“Two.”
Her eyes widened.
“One…”
“Alright! Stop counting! I’ll talk!”
Long Fei Fei lunged forward, grabbing Yu Zhao’s last finger, her heart pounding in fear.
Ji Han Zhou rolled his eyes.
He had expected nothing less.
“I don’t know where your address came from, but I can tell you it’s wrong. You won’t find anything if you stay here.”
“How can you tell?”
Long Fei Fei exclaimed dramatically, “I’m the thirty-eighth-generation successor of the School of Skillful Empty Hands! I can tell at a glance where treasures are hidden and where it’s just trash!”
“So you deliberately let me waste time here?”
Yu Zhao’s voice was calm, betraying no emotion, but Long Fei Fei shivered.
“No, no! I was just bragging earlier. I just figured it out, really!”
Proficient at adapting to any situation, Long Fei Fei quickly changed her tone.
Yu Zhao pulled out a scroll from her storage space. “Then tell me where the place described here is.”
Long Fei Fei’s eyes lit up at the sight of the scroll.
As she accepted it, she muttered, “If you’d shown me this earlier, we wouldn’t have wasted so much time…”
“You…”
Ji Han Zhou bristled at her complaint.
She had clearly noticed the issue earlier but said nothing. Now, she had the gall to criticize Senior Sister Yu.
“Junior Brother Ji.”
Yu Zhao stopped him.
Now wasn’t the time to argue over who was right or wrong. Finding the ancient Dao Field was the priority.
Long Fei Fei smirked triumphantly and focused on studying the scroll, occasionally tracing its lines with her fingers.
Normally, her carefree demeanor made her seem unreliable, but in this serious moment, she exuded an unexpected air of competence.
Within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Long Fei Fei lifted her head. “I’ve figured out the real location.”
“What is it?”
Long Fei Fei pointed at the scroll as she explained to Yu Zhao, “Your direction wasn’t wrong, but you missed a detail. Don’t these lines look odd? That’s because it’s actually a mirrored image. The real map should be flipped.”
Yu Zhao followed Long Fei Fei’s finger, her gaze landing on the mark representing the Desert of Lost Souls, and suddenly understood.
No wonder Elder Gu couldn’t locate the entrance to the ancient Dao Field. They had been searching in the wrong place from the start.
And the site of Lou Yu Shan’s disappearance might not be here but at the true relic location.
Long Fei Fei was indeed a treasure-hunting expert. In such a short time, she had pinpointed the mistake.
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