The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 8: Divine Beast Descendants

Vol 2 Chapter 8: Divine Beast Descendants

Several days later, at Mount Dishan.

The usually desolate high mountain was now filled with crowds of spectators from the foothills to the mountainside.

According to Chenyao Dynasty customs, only the summit of Mount Dishan was sacred and inviolable, while the rest was open for public use. During grand occasions like coronation ceremonies and heaven worship rituals, powerful martial artists would directly move their reinforced mobile houses onto the mountain, and people from various regions would form special small markets through their interactions.

Mo Wen, who hadn't yet made a public appearance, now moved through the crowd in slight disguise, searching for anyone who seemed suspicious.

This should have been work exclusively for the imperial guards and shadow guards, since an emperor might not necessarily be combat-capable. If they actually found traitors, it would be hard to tell whether they were solving problems in advance or becoming problems themselves. But Mo Wen's strength was undeniable.

Beside him, Long Yunshui had transformed into a handsome young noble, wearing a dragon-patterned robe and holding a landscape-painted folding fan.

As a dragon's special observational abilities naturally needed to be fully utilized, but the dragon maiden form would be too conspicuous in such a setting. Though Mo Wen felt this flamboyant young noble wasn't much better, especially considering the name she was currently using.

"I am Long Aotian, might I ask if you are a z... Phoenix descendant?"

She had accosted an aloof young woman wearing a veil that couldn't conceal her elegance, but clearly, the other party wasn't willing to answer a frivolous noble's question.She silently changed direction, but Long Yunshui sidestepped to continue blocking her.

Faced with such provocation, the veiled woman frowned slightly, and some bystanders couldn't hold back anymore.

A white-haired girl jumped out: "This sister doesn't want to talk to you, I hope you'll know your place and stop pestering her. Otherwise, I'm not someone to be trifled with."

She suddenly drew the sword at her waist, but the gleaming blade was instantly caught between Long Yunshui's two fingers.

Seeing the white-haired girl's sword caught, a purple-haired girl who had been blankly munching on grilled fish skewers, and a red-haired girl who had been smiling gently while preparing to wipe the purple-haired girl's mouth, immediately drew their swords as well.

Facing such an encirclement, Long Yunshui showed no restraint. Instead, she took a deep breath, as if doing an epic lungful, enjoying the young maidens' scent, which scared the four girls into retreating several steps. The white-haired girl even abandoned her sword.

Facing such an encirclement, Long Yunshui showed no restraint. Instead, she took a deep breath, as if doing an epic lungful, enjoying the young maidens' scent, which scared the four girls into retreating several steps. The white-haired girl even abandoned her sword.

You call me at a time like this? Couldn't you just use mental transmission properly!

Under the shocked and disbelieving gazes of the surrounding bystanders, Mo Wen still calmly stepped forward and bowed: "Ladies, my friend here has considerable research into divine blood descendants and became overly excited upon seeing potential subjects, forgetting her manners. I hope you can be understanding."

They had previously agreed that if they were enemies, Long Yunshui would lock onto them and find an opportunity to capture them for interrogation.

Since they hadn't reached the stage of crushing skulls yet, he didn't mind being polite.

The emperor was, after all, just a position that didn't affect his true nature.

However, this scene was indeed remarkable - four Heavenly Transformation realm experts appearing at once, something even the imperial palace couldn't find.

Seeing Mo Wen approach, the purple-haired and red-haired girls hesitated slightly before sheathing their swords and bowing. The white-haired girl also wanted to sheath her sword, but upon seeing Long Yunshui who seemed ready for another deep inhalation, she couldn't help retreating several more steps before bowing to Mo Wen: "Your friend... is quite unique. But please ask him not to disturb others."

"Also, we're from Taiping Village and know nothing about divine blood descendants. Your friend must be mistaken."

The veiled woman then replied softly: "Huang Wushang."

The onlookers gasped sharply.

The surname Huang belonged exclusively to the Hundred Birds Dynasty royal family - those divine blood nobles who were no longer human. They never imagined they'd have the privilege of meeting such extraordinary people today, though they couldn't see any non-human characteristics.

But Long Yunshui didn't accept this name: "Young lady, I know the true owner of this name."

Upon hearing this, the veiled woman glared fiercely at Long Yunshui, glanced at Mo Wen, then said helplessly: "Huang Linger."

Long Yunshui nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the three who had drawn their swords: "And you three?"

Since someone had already given a name, the three saw no need to deliberately hide their real names and straightforwardly replied: "Bailu.", "Ziluan.", "Zhuhe."

The bystanders didn't understand, but hearing these name styles, they instinctively felt these might be descendants of Hundred Birds Dynasty royal guards, since they were all bird names. But Long Yunshui thought of her good friend.

She mentally transmitted to Mo Wen: "They were probably all trained by that black-feathered one. They have the scent but not the bloodline... They don't seem to be here to overthrow the dynasty. Should we drive them away or let them be?"

Loving the house extends to the crows, she didn't suggest killing them directly.

Mo Wen replied: "Let them be. No matter what ambitions they have, once they witness true power, they'll understand what's impossible. I can't think of any reason why they would oppose me to the death."

Long Yunshui stepped aside, clearing the path, then opened her folding fan, covering her face with a flamboyant light laugh: "Four beauties, I've remembered your names."

Ugh! We really don't want to be remembered by this strange weirdo!

Huang Linger had guessed part of the truth and didn't argue with Long Yunshui, directly leaving. But the other three girls weren't ready to let Long Yunshui off.

Bailu glared at her angrily, then bowed to Mo Wen: "Brother, are you being held captive by this scoundrel? If you need our help, just say the word."

In cyberpunk worlds, no amount of good looks could compare to directly changing faces. In the worlds Mo Wen had experienced before, his appearance was completely useless. But in this somewhat mystical dynasty, his looks seemed particularly effective.

He found it both amusing and annoying: "My friend really is just a bit too free-spirited. He's not a bad person."

Bailu looked at Long Yunshui, who closed her fan, revealing what she thought was a handsome but disgusting smile. That recently crafted noble face looked so punchable, perfectly matching her newly made-up name.

Faced with such a mocking expression, Bailu immediately grabbed her two companions and began whispering.

Long Yunshui eavesdropped while nodding repeatedly, only putting on an aloof expression when the three girls turned around.

Then, with an "If I don't enter hell, who will?" attitude, the three girls bowed to Mo Wen again: "Might we ask your name, brother? We hope to attend this new emperor's coronation ceremony with you."

"Mo Changsheng." Mo Wen readily gave his pseudonym.

Bailu memorized the name, then suddenly grabbed for the sword still held between Long Yunshui's fingers.

Long Yunshui remained motionless, still smiling brightly.

Bailu didn't make a sound. Full of anger, she pulled again, and again, pulling until her hands were sore, but still couldn't retrieve her sword. Yet she never gave up, stubbornly determined to wrestle with Long Yunshui.

Finally, when tearful Bailu's body overflowed with extremely powerful combat energy and she truly decided to go all out, Mo Wen, who had been struggling to hold back his laughter, couldn't bear to watch anymore and lightly coughed: "Stop bullying children."

"Tch." Long Yunshui released the sword. "Not playing with you anymore. I see a monkey down the mountain, want to go take a look?"