The Blade-Wielding Legend

Chapter 1420 731: Legends of Taodu Mountain (2)

"And the appearance of this 'Xiao Sheng', sounds like it's Tubo."

"The Ghost Eye Pit that suppresses the head of 'Xiao Sheng' is likely already destroyed. During the Great Song and Great Xing periods, it reemerged, deceiving the people to offer tributes in the Nuoshen Temple."

"It is said to have suffered divine retribution, which sounds like it was destroyed by Thunder Technique."

"And Fatty Lin seeking out Kong Shangzhao is probably for the wood from Taodu Mountain."

Lv San frowned and said, "Trouble yourself much? Couldn't you just tell the Law Enforcement Hall?"

Wang Daoxuan sighed, "Do you know what this wood from Taodu Mountain represents? It's something from mythological legends—if you tell the Law Enforcement Hall, it wouldn't be their turn."

Saying so, he glanced at the departing clerk outside and muttered:

"Moreover, we can't say anything."

Lv San understood and whispered back, "Why?"

"Because it involves the 'living Yin messenger' and the 'Rejuvenator'!"

Wang Daoxuan said solemnly, "You know about Brother Yan. The 'living Yin messenger' was once called the 'Yellow Springs Envoy', the 'East Yue Visitor', and now might even be an 'Youdu Messenger' or 'Taodu Mountain Guest'."

"Since the Buddhist Law appeared in the Central Plains, the Netherworld has changed again. Brother Yan's 'living Yin messenger' has become one of a kind; maybe this thing can help him."

"Furthermore, this matter might involve the Daluo Law Realm. We don't know the specifics, and now the human reformation is upon us—it's an era of great contention."

"If we inform the Captain Bureau, this opportunity might be lost."

Hearing this, Lv San immediately understood, whispering, "Should we go back and tell Brother Yan?"

Wang Daoxuan pondered for a moment and shook his head, "We can't."

"Brother Yan must protect the Sui Lun True Monarch; that's more important. He's been planning for us for many years, and we can't let him bear all the burden alone."

Lv San nodded in agreement, "All those ancient recorded places are either destroyed or vanished. Daoist, how should we start looking?"

"I don't know, but we have leads."

Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard, "Didn't Lin Bo mention? They spoke about the Ghost Market, and the beast-shaped Nuo Mask was found there. They will most likely go to the Ghost Market to find clues as well."

"Tomorrow, we'll go to Su Garden; nothing in the Ghost Market escapes them..."

...

The next day, rain suddenly poured in the Capital, unceasingly.

In Su Garden's "Tingquan Pavilion", sandalwood incense lingered, while raindrops tapped the pond outside.

"Thank you, Miss Zhao."

Wang Daoxuan smiled and cupped his hands; alongside, Wu Ba was stuffing pastries into his mouth.

They came to Su Garden naturally because of the person in front of them, Zhao Wanfang.

Due to Li Yan, they were familiar with each other from back in Chang'an.

Whoosh!

Seeing Wu Ba gorge himself, his neck veins bulging, Zhao Wanfang couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, then personally poured tea for the three of them.

"The Daoist is being too courteous."

Zhao Wanfang smiled, "Not to mention we are old acquaintances, now the Golden Swallow Sect collaborates with your Twelve Primordial Spirits, naturally, we have to assist you whole-heartedly."

"Speaking of which, Daoist, when are you leaving the Capital?"

"There's a lot of profitable work over in Jiangnan."

"In a while."

Wang Daoxuan replied vaguely, "There's still some matters in the Capital to settle before leaving."

While the two chatted, a maid in blue hurriedly approached, holding a finely crafted, richly patinaed bamboo tube crafted into a Lu Ban Lock.

Zhao Wanfang lightly twisted open the bamboo tube, glanced at it and frowned slightly, "Daoist, do you know the Rabbit God Temple?"

"Of course."

Wang Daoxuan replied, "We've dealt with it before."

Zhao Wanfang nodded and said gravely, "Just now, three hundred 'Gray Threads' were cast out by the Golden Swallow Sect, finally catching a trace of scent. Lin Yu, Kong Shangzhao, and Kuai Dayou disappeared after finding someone."

"Who?"

"An old beggar often squatting beside the wall of the Rabbit God Temple."

"Capital Old Ghost?"

Wang Daoxuan was astonished at the words.

Zhao Wanfang nodded, "That's him."

"Young Hero Li entered the 'Nine Gates Yin Ruins' because he showed the way."

Saying so, her almond eyes showed heaviness, "This person is far from an ordinary beggar. Through many generations of business threads spun by Gray Threads—this Old Ghost is likely a remnant of the Imperial Family's mage from the previous dynasty of Great Xing."

"Perhaps for this reason, his familiarity with the Capital's earth vein secret passages far surpasses our Golden Swallow Sect! It's even to say that many dark, damp corners we can't probe are his true lair."

"This person has lurked in the Capital for many years, occasionally doing 'business' with our Golden Swallow Sect, only trading information, never revealing himself, like a Divine Dragon, visible yet elusive."

"It seems Fatty Lin's disappearance is related to this person!"

Wang Daoxuan's eyes flashed with brilliance: "Miss Zhao, do you know where he is hiding at the moment?"

"His whereabouts are a mystery, but it's confirmed that near the Rabbit God Temple is his base," Zhao Wanfang said, "Latest news from Gray Threads suggests someone saw him at dawn heading toward the abandoned 'Sedimentation Pond' behind the temple."

"That place has stagnant, foul water amassed over the years, even the City God's patrol avoids it; there's likely a hidden path or cavern! But where exactly, Daoist, you must find out yourself."

"Understood! I'll set off at once."

Wang Daoxuan didn't hesitate, bringing Lv San and Wu Ba, cupped his hands, and left.

By the end of the hour, the heavy rain turned into light drizzle.

The misty rain seemed to drape a veil over the Capital.

In the dark, the lanterns outside the Rabbit God Temple's main gate shook in the night wind.

Following the map and Zhao Wanfang's last guidance, Wang Daoxuan and his companions avoided the main path in front of the temple, swiftly moving through a lowland overgrown with wild grasses.

This area is relatively secluded, the air filled with the stench of rotting muddy earth.

Ahead, a black pond exuding a foul odor emerged in the mist.

The grass along the pond was taller than a person, rustling in the fine rain.

"Daoist, let me."

Lv San stepped forward, chanting a spell, hissing audibly from his mouth.

Soon, amidst the wild grass, poisonous snakes began to emerge.

Lv San hissed again, and the serpents swam, leading them deeper into the thicket.

The smell of rotting mud and grass grew pungent, almost stinging.

Yet at the same time, they discovered the target.

Lifting the broken mat under the grass, a dark hole just large enough for a person to crawl into emerged before them.

Just about to enter, Lv San's ear suddenly twitched.

"Something's off, there are hidden weapons, be careful!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Before the words were finished, three black blades suddenly shot out of the mist.

The angles of the three hidden weapons were sinister and deadly.

Two tore through the air, aimed directly at Wang Daoxuan's eyes.

The other traced a strange arc in the air, blocking all his sideways escape routes.

However, Wang Daoxuan remained calm, unmoving like a mountain.

He didn't attempt to dodge, as his skills were rather ordinary.

In the past, he relied on his companions, but now he was no longer fearful.

Just as the poison darts were about to hit, he performed a hand seal and forcefully drew.

"Command!"

A crisp True Word pierced the rain curtain.

The wide Daoist robe around Wang Daoxuan fluttered without wind, the surrounding rain shook.

The Daoist's lineage came from the West Xuan Lineage, yet due to some unknown Mystical Sect secrets, the lineage had become incomplete.

Nonetheless, the Daoist had found another opportunity, obtaining the source inheritance from the West Xuan Lineage, created by the ancient cultivator Chi Jiang Ziyu, called the "Five-Headed Divine Technique."

This is an ancient Taoist Qi cultivation technique, wonderfully profound, and possesses Daluo Divine Power.

Borrowing Li Yan's Divine Astral, Wang Daoxuan refined the Five Heads Divine Power.

Firstly, it could spray forth Astral Bane Qi to enhance spells.

Secondly, it could nurture a Gang Qi within the chest, ready to be summoned at any time.

In the academy, making magic artifacts was not just for Li Yan and Sha Lifei alone; Wang Daoxuan spent heavily to acquire this protective Daoist robe, embedded with Mystic Iron Threads, and was crafted by Wan Baicao with exquisite technique, embroidered with cloud patterns and thunder inscriptions.

The Gang Qi from his chest surged, comparable to Vajra Iron Cloth Shirt.

It couldn't block firearms, but was more than enough against hidden weapons.

Bang, bang, bang!

The three hidden weapons were all deflected, spiraling down into the mud.

They were, in fact, three shurikens.

Beside him, Lv San's pupils constricted, "Are they Japanese?!"