Chapter 98 Looking Back at Where He Came From (2/2)

Shen Lian looked calm and collected, but he was actually walking quickly on the road as though he was the clouds and the smoke.

Even so, that did not stop him from eradicating the pests for the people.

Actually, most cultivators would have turned a blind eye if they were to encounter something like that. After all, the world was huge, and if they were to interfere whenever they encounter an injustice, they would not have enough time on their hands.

Shen Lian was not someone who found it necessary to interfere every time, but he would not be impartial when he encountered an injustice.

The State Capital of Qing was up ahead; the town looked the same, yet the same could not be said about the people.

He sneaked into the town quietly and found his way back to the Shen family. All he saw were collapsed walls and broken tiles.

Having expected this, Shen Lian still felt uncomfortable now that he was looking at it.

The old man who desperately wanted him to inherit the family legacy, the teenage girl who was irked by the sight of him; he still remembered everything clearly, down to the wrinkles of the old man and the tiny hair on the teenage girl's earlobes.

He was not someone who was devoid of emotions, and he was slightly upset by what he saw. However, given the choice to do it all over, he would still choose Celestialism without a doubt.

The pride that he felt from eradicating the pests for the people turned into the greatest irony now.

He was not in the wrong, yet he felt guilty.

A paper materialized from nothingness, and it fell on his left hand. He made a small cut on his index finger with his right thumb, and blood seeped out. He did not try to stop the blood. Instead, he used the blood as ink and his index finger as the pen, and drew a blood rune on the paper.

With a wave of his left hand, a paper crane materialized in mid-air. The crane pecked and circled the courtyard before it flew towards a specific direction.

Shen Lian shifted slightly at the sight of it, and with a wave of his feather coat, his wide sleeves acted like a pair of wings and sent him flying after the paper crane.

Normal humans would not be able to see him. He did not want to draw too much attention and had covered himself up with an illusion trick.

The blood on the paper crane would lead him to the survivors of the Shen family, who shared blood-ties with him. So long as there was someone alive and the crane could capture his or her aura, Shen Lian would be able to locate him or her.

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Mount Qing Xia was the private property of the Shen family. Since Shen Lian had left, no one had been taking care of the Qing Xia Temple on the mountain.

The business and trade scene picked up at the State Capital of Qing, and a lot of villagers at the foot of the mountain had shifted into the town. They earned so much more by working as compared to when they had to dig for food in the ground, which was why the villages at the foot of the mountain were deserted.

Two years ago, the last remaining family had shifted into town, and the area was completely abandoned.

In fact, no one remembered that the mountain and the surrounding area belonged to the Shen family.

The stone steps leading up to the mountain were covered by weed, and they looked nothing like they did before. Maybe landslides had taken place; this would explain why some parts of the body of the mountain that the stone steps were built against had collapsed.

No one would know that there used to be a hiking trail and that there was a Daoist temple deep in the mountains.

Even though it was called a Daoist temple, it was broken and rundown, and might not even be able to shelter one from the wind and the storm.

The paper crane fell from the sky onto a group of collapsed wall. Shen Lian walked closer, and eventually, he stopped. At the back of the wall, there was a little girl covered in sand and dust. She was squatting at the corner.