Chapter 39 The Three Immortals Descend from the Golden Turtle, Shadow Guards Infiltrate the Chen Family Compound at Night.

Jinao Island, Biyou Palace.

Ever since Gu Ziyuan suppressed the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect in a single battle, the entire Jie Sect had been immersed in a state of ecstatic euphoria.

With ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage, their Luck was flourishing, and the stifling frustration of being suppressed by the Chan Sect in the past had been swept away; when countless Disciples walked through the Primordial World, they held their heads high.

Yet, this joy could not dilute the thick, inseparable yearning on Three Immortals Island.

Inside Yunxiao's Immortal Cave.

"Sister! I can't take it anymore!"

Bixiao, dressed in a fiery red dress, stood up abruptly and paced back and forth in the Immortal Cave in agitation, her footsteps thumping on the smooth floor.

"Those fellow Disciples only know how to drink and celebrate. Who among them still remembers Senior Brother Ziyuan?"

"He is alone in the mortal realm now, without any relatives or friends, and his cultivation is completely lost. What if he gets bullied? What if..."

"Bixiao, sit down."

Yunxiao's voice was as gentle as ever. She was meticulously wiping the hunyuan golden bucket in her hands, her movements soft, as if she were caressing a rare treasure.

"I can't sit still!" Bixiao's almond-shaped eyes widened.

"Eldest Sister, don't you miss him? And Qiong Xiao, stop just smiling!"

Qiong Xiao, who was weaving a flower garland on the side, stuck out her tongue, put down her work, grabbed Bixiao's sleeve, and whispered persuasively.

"Second Sister, of course we miss Senior Brother Gu too. But Revered Master has given orders; this is Senior Brother's own Dao tribulation, and we cannot intervene."

"If Revered Master won't let us, can't we go secretly?" Bixiao lowered her voice, a glimmer of cunning and determination flashing in her eyes.

"We won't interfere with his fate, we will just... just take a look from afar! It should be fine to see if he is doing well, right?"

This suggestion was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Yunxiao's hand, which was wiping the golden bucket, paused slightly.

How could she not miss him?

That lonely figure playing chess, that composed face that did not change color even when facing a Saint, had long been engraved deep within her Primordial Spirit.

It was just that she was steady by nature and had suppressed all her worries and longing deep in her heart.

"Revered Master has vast Divine Abilities. If we leave the mountain, he will know immediately," Yunxiao sighed softly.

"That's why we have to go secretly!" Bixiao leaned over to Yunxiao and shook her arm.

"Eldest Sister, have you forgotten the Wuwei Sutra that Senior Brother Ziyuan gave us? As long as we don't activate great magic power and restrain our Qi, even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would not be able to see through us!"

"Besides, Revered Master is busy with ten thousand affairs; how would he have the time to watch us three all the time?"

Qiong Xiao's eyes also lit up.

"That's right, Eldest Sister! The Cultivation Technique Senior Brother Gu gave us is best at concealment! We will just go to Chaoge City, take a look, and come back. We won't stay long!"

Looking at the expectant eyes of her two younger sisters, the last line of defense in Yunxiao's heart finally began to loosen.

She closed her eyes, and Gu Ziyuan's calm farewell before his incarnation-breaking floated in her mind.

He said, "Wait for me to return."

But is he still himself now?

After a long while, Yunxiao opened her eyes, and a trace of determination flashed in those gentle eyes.

"Okay."

She only said one word.

"Yay!" Bixiao and Qiong Xiao hugged each other excitedly.

"But we must agree on three conditions," Yunxiao held up three jade fingers, her expression serious.

"First, this trip must not be known by anyone other than the three of us."

"Second, once we arrive in the mortal realm, we must act low-key and not reveal any Divine Abilities."

"Third, no matter what we see, we cannot intervene. We will take a look and must return immediately."

"Okay! We will listen to Eldest Sister!" Bixiao promised, patting her chest.

Three streams of light, taking advantage of the night, left Jinao Island silently and flew toward the Nanzhan Buzhou of the human world.

They did not know that a game targeting the person they were thinking of had already quietly begun.

...

Great Shang, Chaoge, Chen Residence.

The continuous torrential rain finally stopped, and a crescent moon poked its head out from the gaps in the dark clouds, casting a cold, clear glow.

The night was deep, and everything was silent.

In the courtyard of the Chen Residence, several stones that Chen Yuan had placed casually while playing during the day, an overturned flowerpot.

And a few withered branches knocked down by the rain cast shadows of varying lengths under the moonlight.

Everything seemed so ordinary.

Suddenly, the shadows in the corner of the wall twisted, and three black shadows appeared like ghosts.

They vaulted over the wall silently, landing without making a sound.

They were dressed in tight black clothes and wore bronze masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. They were the Shadow Guards of King Wendin.

The leading Shadow Guard, codenamed Ying Yi, made a gesture, and the other two immediately dispersed, one rushing toward the Revered Master bedroom and the other sneaking toward the study.

As for himself, he slid quietly toward the side courtyard where Chen Yuan was, like a leaf blending into the darkness.

The King's order was clear: find out the true source of that map that changed the route.

Chen Lie was a martial artist and could not possibly possess such world-shaking talent.

The source must be in the residence! And that five-year-old child, although he seemed the least likely, was the most suspicious.

Ying Yi moved as fast as a civet cat, and in a few flashes, he arrived at the moon gate of the side courtyard.

The courtyard was not large and could be seen at a glance.

Directly opposite was Chen Yuan's bedroom, and a faint, bean-sized light shone through the window paper, obviously not yet extinguished.

Ying Yi sneered in his heart.

A five-year-old child was actually so undefended.

He did not hesitate at all and stepped into the moon gate.

However, it was this step that made the hair on his whole body stand on end!

The scene in front of him had not changed at all; it was still that small courtyard, a few stones, a flowerpot, and a few withered branches.

But he felt as if he had run into an invisible spider web.

The air around him seemed to become viscous, and his sense of direction appeared to be strangely disordered at this moment.

He was clearly walking toward the bedroom in front of him, but after walking seven or eight steps, he looked up and found that he had actually returned to the moon gate!

"Ghost hitting the wall?"

Ying Yi felt a chill in his heart. He was a dead soldier trained by the King with secret methods and countless resources; his will was as hard as steel, and he absolutely did not believe in ghosts and gods.

He steadied his mind, changed direction, and walked toward the wall on the left.

This time, he only walked three steps before he tripped and stumbled forward.

Lowering his head to look, it was an inconspicuous stone thrown by the child during the day.

With his skill, he could never be tripped by such a thing!

Ying Yi flipped up, his back already oozing cold sweat.

He looked up again and was shocked to find that he had returned to the starting point of the moon gate!

An unprecedented sense of absurdity and fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

This small courtyard seemed like a living thing, a maze, no matter how he walked.

He could not leave this starting point, let alone approach the bedroom with the light on.

"Hmph!"

Ying Yi gave a low drink, no longer trying to find a path, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, intending to jump onto the roof in the most brutal way.

However, just as his figure rose, a black shadow whipped toward him. He subconsciously reached out to block.

He only felt a sharp pain in his arm, and when he looked down, it was a withered branch that flew from who knows where, leaving a bloody mark on his arm!

Immediately after, it was as if a hornet's nest had been poked.

The stones on the ground, the fragments of the flowerpot, the scattered withered branches... these originally static dead objects seemed to have been given life at this moment!

They did not fly up, but every time he tried to move, they appeared in his path at an incredible angle and timing.

Tripping, scratching, hitting...

In just a short dozen breaths of time, this top Shadow Guard of Great Shang.

Was actually made to look incredibly disheveled by these children's toys, with seven or eight small wounds on his body.

What made him feel even more broken was that the gathering signal from the other two Shadow Guards had not been sent.

He turned his head abruptly, only to find in horror that, at some point, the entire courtyard had been shrouded in a thin layer of fog.

He could not see the moon gate, nor could he see the courtyard wall, as if he were in an independent and closed space!

"Formation!"

A word he had never thought of was squeezed out from between his teeth.

How is this possible?! How could there be such a bizarre Formation in a General's mansion?

...

Inside the bedroom, the lamp flickered.

Five-year-old Chen Yuan was sitting at a small table, holding a small knife in his hand, focusing on carving a piece of wood the size of a palm.

He heard the subtle movements in the courtyard, the stumbling sounds, the suppressed gasps.

But he did not look up, and even the hand holding the knife did not tremble in the slightest.

Where the blade passed, wood shavings flew, and a lifelike silhouette of a mysterious bird gradually appeared in his hand.

That mysterious bird lowered its head and tucked its wings, yet it possessed an Aura that looked down upon the world.

"Thud."

A dull sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from outside the courtyard, and then everything returned to silence.

Chen Yuan's carving movements finally stopped.

He raised his head, those black and white, pure and flawless eyes.

Looking into the thick, inseparable darkness outside the window, the corners of his youthful mouth curled into a cold arc that was extremely inconsistent with his age.

"So... lost already?"

He whispered, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"In this game of chess, you don't even have the qualifications to understand the chessboard."