Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 760 - 229: [Guest or Prisoner?]

Golden eaves and red walls, grand halls, the suspended bucket and flying eaves...

Beyond the mountain gate, indeed, there is a broad stone staircase descending all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Chen Yan, seated on the paper crane, could see at the end of the stone steps leading to the base of the mountain, there stood a tall stone archway, with a monument beside it.

Surrounding the monument, there was a dense crowd of people prostrating on the ground, bowing non-stop.

Burning incense and praying, just like devotees in a worldly temple.

When the paper crane flew across the sky towards the temple complex halfway up the mountain, some of the devotees at the foot of the mountain saw it, and they all pointed to the sky and shouted, then suddenly, with a clamor, they all bowed down and kowtowed.

Chen Yan observed closely. With the Qi Observation Skill, he could clearly see that the group of devotees at the foot of the mountain had no Primordial Qi swirling above them, clearly just a group of ordinary people.

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The paper crane landed on a clearing before the temple complex, with the ground laid with large stone bricks, seamlessly fitted together.

Jiang Mo leaped off the crane with his junior brothers, with Chen Yan being the last to stand on the ground. Jiang Mo put away the paper crane, glanced at everyone, then looked at Chen Yan, briefly pondered, and then said, "Luo Wuji."

Upon hearing this, one of the junior brothers immediately responded and stepped out from the crowd.

This was the same junior brother whom Chen Yan had previously seen shadowing Jiang Mo earlier.

"Take this... Fellow Taoist Zhao to Jing’an Hall and have him record what he encountered and witnessed."

After a pause, he solemnly said, "Do not slack! This matter concerns the Gu Family, involving the Venerable Saint’s Family, so do not neglect your duties! You must investigate thoroughly, ensuring everything has a trace and every word has evidence, to avoid any issues when the Gu Family sends emissaries to inquire, and there are written records."

"Order accepted." Zhao Wuji solemnly cupped his hands, gave Chen Yan a peculiar look.

Then everyone dispersed, and Jiang Mo headed towards the main hall at the front of the clearing.

Chen Yan didn’t pay much attention to this, as he had been curiously looking around since landing, carefully observing the "Venerable Dojo."

While sitting on the paper crane, he quietly listened to these people chat, gathering some information.

He learned that in this "Saint’s Dojo," also known as the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, there were Inner and Outer Sects.

The floating Immortal Mountain he saw from the flying boat previously was the location of the Inner Sect, which was not easily accessible—even disciples of this sect could only tread there if they were part of the Inner Sect.

Atop the Immortal Mountain, arrays and magical treasures left by the Venerable guarded the place.

The mountain base here, with temple architecture, was the Outer Sect.

To Chen Yan, who observed the Outer Sect structures, they mostly displayed what is referred to as "ancient" styles, yet the buildings were grand and magnificent, not inferior to those in the real world, with faint light flashing around the arrays everywhere.

In some places, the arrays exuded faint Primordial Qi fluctuations, making Chen Yan feel a hint of vigilant and murderous atmosphere. He thought it was probably forbidden for passage.

He was watching intently when Zhao Wuji walked over to him, glanced at him, and said, "Alright, you’ve heard what my senior brother said, now come with me."

Chen Yan had already prepared, smiling as he cupped his hands towards him: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

Zhao Wuji waved his hand: "I’m just doing my duty."

Then Zhao Wuji led Chen Yan from the left side of the square, through an archway, along a long corridor, then around a corner to a building.

Three characters written in flamboyant style were distinctly: Jing’an Hall.

And outside the doors, there were all sorts of weapons, such as knives, spears, swords, and halberds, but they were clearly damaged.

"This is the Jing’an Hall of our sect, responsible for patrolling the sect for peace and deterring petty trouble." Zhao Wuji said to Chen Yan: "Now that you’ve come here, you’ll have to recount last night’s events in detail again. Do not become impatient, as explaining clearly is only for your benefit. If you are unclear, it might cause you trouble."

The words had a hint of warning, and Chen Yan understood, nodding: "I understand, thank you for the advice, Fellow Daoist, I will speak honestly with no reservations."

After entering the building, Zhao Wuji led Chen Yan into a side room, simply furnished, where Zhao Wuji asked Chen Yan to wait. Before long, he returned with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, upon entering, was clearly of higher status than Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji followed beside him, walking with a slight bow of his head.

The man had a square face and a long beard, giving him a dignified appearance. He wore a long black robe, with a waist belt that was apricot yellow.

He walked in, sat directly behind the desk, squinting his eyes, his gaze like electricity, carefully scrutinizing Chen Yan.

Zhao Wuji coughed lightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao Shanhe, this is Elder Qian of our sect’s Jing’an Hall. Whatever he asks, just answer accordingly."

Chen Yan nodded: "Alright, then please ask, Fellow Daoist."

Elder Qian said nothing, only squinting while watching Chen Yan, as the one questioning was Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath: "First recount everything you experienced last night, without missing a detail."

"...Alright!"

Chen Yan nodded and began his narrative.

During his narration, Elder Qian casually waved his sleeve, and on the table appeared brush and ink, with the brush dancing around like a dragon and serpent, automatically writing on the paper.