159: Sword Mark

"Let's go back."

Zhou Leren said softly, looking at Jing Ya who was lost in thought.

The scenes of Jing Ya's time with Elder Qingshuang slowly replayed in her mind. Hearing Zhou Leren's voice, she slowly nodded.

With a thought, Zhou Leren summoned the luan fa sword, pulled Jing Ya, and left Qianmo Valley.

"Something is fishy. With the Crescent Moon Sect's strength, to be able to wipe out the entire Sect without outsiders noticing, and not even have time to crush a distress Talisman, the enemy could only be a Golden Core Stage True Person, and not just any Golden Core Stage True Person..."

"How could the Crescent Moon Sect provoke such a powerful expert for no reason..."

"Moreover, the Crescent Moon Sect doesn't seem to have any extremely precious treasures or resources that would attract the attention of a Golden Core True Person..."

"Could it be that this mysterious Golden Core True Person also came for the hidden secrets of the Four Sects' Legacy?"

On the luan fa sword, Zhou Leren's thoughts churned.

"After returning, I'll investigate."

The Zhou Family had obtained those few Cultivation Techniques several years ago, but based on True Man Jin Feng's conjectures and their own discoveries, the connections between them had never been revealed.

The Zhou Family had not given up and had been searching for relevant clues, but without any substantial gains.

The sudden destruction of the Crescent Moon Sect this time might be related to this.

"If that's truly the case, I'll have to remind the family to be extra careful..."

...Elsewhere, high in the sky.

A pinkish-white handkerchief embroidered with various patterns of flowers, birds, and landscapes silently streaked across the sky.

On the ground, three young figures, slightly weathered by the wind and frost, traveled through the mountains and forests.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, how much longer, I wonder?"

Zhou Xiuyuan dispersed the Incarnation in his mind and asked Shen Xuanzhao.

During this journey, besides memorizing the route, Zhou Xiuyuan had been using the time spent traveling to hone his Sword Intent in his Sea of Consciousness, based on his gains over the past half year.

The few of them had been out of Feiyue City for quite some time. Aside from necessary rest to recover their magical power, they had basically traveled day and night with few stops.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, it will still take some time."

The location of the ruins was hidden and remote. If not for that, it would have probably been discovered by others long ago, and it wouldn't have been their turn.

Shen Xuanzhao replied, then looked at Yun Qingsi beside him.

Yun Qingsi's cultivation was lower than theirs, and her magical power was not as strong, so the two of them needed to consider Yun Qingsi's condition.

Yun Qingsi's face was slightly pale, and her magical power was somewhat depleted, but she still nodded to Shen Xuanzhao.

Shen Xuanzhao slightly slowed down, and the route appeared in his mind.

Zhou Xiuyuan did not ask any more questions. His left hand gently brushed over the Storage Pouch at his waist.

This time, the family had not only prepared ample Medicinal Pills and Talismans for him, but also several Low Grade second-tier precious Talismans.

In addition, before his departure, Zhou Liyue had personally handed him a scale shimmering with mysterious light/aura (boundary).

It was carefully placed in his Storage Pouch by Zhou Xiuyuan.

He still harbored caution towards the two of them, but along the way, neither of them had revealed any malice or flaws.

From the silk handkerchief of plain silk, a precious bead flew out, and a snake shadow appeared.

"Uncle Xuan, has something happened?"

Seeing this precious bead, Zhou Liyue's Aura subtly rose, her heart vigilant, and her Divine Sense spread out, sensing her surroundings.

"No need to be nervous."

Mo Xuan's slightly deep voice came from the precious bead.

It was merely that the confirmation of the destruction of the Crescent Moon Sect in Qianmo Valley caused some emotional fluctuations in him, which is why this wisp of Divided Soul awakened.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Liyue relaxed his mind.

"Uncle Xuan, I've already given that scale to Xiao Yuan."

Zhou Liyue said.

The precious bead bobbed up and down.

Mo Xuan had already sensed it.

He could sense all the scales he had shed and knew their location.

Only the scale Zhou Liye had given him when he last left had lost its connection a long time ago.

Mo Xuan had never tested how large his sensing range could be, but even as his strength grew to its current level, there was still no connection.

Zhou Liye was probably no longer in this world.

"Uncle Xuan, try my craftsmanship."

On the silk handkerchief of plain silk, Zhou Liyue took out a stove and her family's cultivated tea leaves, brewed a pot of spiritual tea, poured two cups, and placed one of them below the precious bead.

Inside the precious bead, Mo Xuan was somewhat speechless. He didn't even have a Physical Body, what tea could he drink... "Good."

Mo Xuan nodded.

The black snake shadow moved, and a spiritual light overflowed from the teacup, merging into the precious bead.

The fragrance of the spiritual tea slowly disappeared as the spiritual light flowed out.

"Not bad."

Mo Xuan commented.

At this moment, the tea in the cup had already turned into clear, transparent spring water, devoid of the spiritual tea's charm.

Zhou Liyue, hearing this, was slightly pleased. She also picked up her teacup and took a sip.

"Hmm, it's indeed not bad."

Zhou Liyue secretly praised.

Pondering slightly, her technique didn't seem to have changed much, so why was this tea more fragrant than before?

"Strange..."

Zhou Liyue and Mo Xuan chatted while drinking tea, passing the time very comfortably.

Several months later.

In a secluded, barren mountain.

Three young figures appeared.

"Finally here..."

Shen Xuanzhao let out a sigh of emotion.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, how about we rest here first?"

Before Zhou Xiuyuan could reply, Yun Qingsi nodded like a pecking bird, finding a clean spot.

With a wave of her hand, a magic mirror floated in the air, reflecting her entire being within it.

Yun Qingsi turned a few times in front of the mirror, her magical power flowing continuously, her hands never stopping, tidying up her slightly disheveled appearance.

Zhou Xiuyuan casually glanced at her, then no longer paid attention.

"Troublesome..."

Nodding to Shen Xuanzhao, Zhou Xiuyuan sat cross-legged, recovering his depleted energy.

Shen Xuanzhao watched his Junior Sister's actions, chuckled softly, and also sat down cross-legged.

Hearing Shen Xuanzhao's laughter.

Yun Qingsi naturally knew he was teasing her. She let out a soft snort, stomped her foot, and was about to speak when she saw both of them had already closed their eyes to condense Qi.

Yun Qingsi, feeling helpless, closed her mouth. After tidying herself up, she also began to recover her magical power.

Several hours later.

The three of them got up, erased their traces from the surroundings, and followed Shen Xuanzhao through the winding paths of the barren mountain, arriving before a crack no wider or taller than a single person, and entered one by one.

Some time later.

Zhou Liyue arrived at this place, thinking to himself:

"This place is truly hidden."

He put away the silk handkerchief of plain silk and silently entered the crack.

This was a downward cave, dark and damp, with complex terrain and many bifurcations.

Yun Qingsi held a round pearl in her hand, which emitted a bright light, illuminating the area around the three of them.

Shen Xuanzhao held a scroll of unknown material in his hand. Every so often, he would compare it again.

"Treasure map..."

Zhou Xiuyuan's heart stirred, but he showed no change in expression.

The three of them moved at a slow pace.

After an unknown amount of time, a huge stone wall in front of them gradually revealed its shape in the pearl's light.

On the stone wall, the marks of time were evident, along with deep scratches.

"We're here, Fellow Daoist Zhou. The rest is up to you."

Shen Xuanzhao put away the treasure map in his hand, looked at the stone wall in front of him, and turned to Zhou Xiuyuan.

The round pearl floated in front of Yun Qingsi, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Zhou Xiuyuan stepped forward, looking at the scratches on the huge stone wall, his mind slightly excited.

"Sword marks..."