Chapter 404 (1/2)

In the palace in the Blood Sea, Daoist Wen Jing’s ghostly figure floated forward and circled around the Asura girl. Then, she opened her red lips and blew a wisp of aura beside her ear.

Although the young girl tried her best to endure it, her face still blushed slightly. Her silver-white hair fluttered gently.

Wen Jing smiled and said, “She’s really a good seedling. It’s a pity to send her to the spiritual mountain. Few of the old Daoists there know how to get rid of her charms.”

“Wen Jing, the ancestor’s sword is an important token of our race.” In the corner, the hoa.r.s.e voice continued, “We have already submitted to the spiritual mountain. The Primordial Ma.s.sacre Sword is in the hands of His Highness. There is no loss to the spiritual mountain.”

“I will relay your message without missing a single word.” Daoist Wen Jing chuckled and brushed her fingertips across the silver-haired girl’s face. “However, I can’t decide if they are useful or not.”

Ring…

In another corner, a burly figure seemed to be about to rush out of the darkness. The rough voice was filled with anger. “King Wen Jing, what do you mean?” “It’s superficial.” Daoist Wen Jing flicked her fingertips gently and smiled. She glanced at the figure from the corner of her eyes. “You’re not convinced?”

The burly figure fell silent.

“Useless.” Daoist Wen Jing snorted softly. Then, she suddenly turned around. As her sanguine dress fluttered, it illuminated the entire hall.

In various corners, the Asura figures were sitting, standing, or lying down. They were old, young, and weak. Most of them looked angry. “The Blood Sea Asura is no longer the same as before.

He still holds onto a sword and fantasizes about the beautiful dreams he had back then. Have you forgotten how your ancestor died? So what if you have a sword? You even found Yuan Tu’s nose. So what? Why not just wither like this? Why struggle? Hahaha, hahahahaha!” Amidst the ear-piercing laughter, Daoist Wen Jing and the silver-haired girl disappeared. Bang!

A wall was smashed by an iron fist. The broken palace echoed with suppressed roars, but eventually, it calmed down.

In the sanguine light that was flying towards the border of the Netherworld, Daoist Wen Jing looked at the young girl in her hand. She pondered for a while and smiled faintly. Forget it.

I can’t contact the Sea G.o.d now. I should settle the task given by the spiritual mountain first. Don’t create unnecessary trouble. I originally wanted to nurture a maidservant for the Sea G.o.d. After all, the bloodline of the Netherworld Patriarch is quite rare now.

Huh?

Daoist Wen Jing raised her eyebrows and scanned Fengdu City with her immortal senses.

The Battle Magi carrying the coffins and playing music had already walked out of the custom outside the city. They seemed to be heading towards the border of the Netherworld.

The Soul-Reaping Marshal of the Netherworld, who was wearing a headgear, was sitting on the stone coffin. Following the rhythm of the gongs and drums behind him, he kept twisting his strong body. The corners of Daoist Wen Jing’s mouth twitched a few times. She suddenly felt that it was better to be loyal to the Sea G.o.d than to go undercover in the Western Sect…

Happy.

At that moment, near a human city in the northwest of the South Continent, old Daoist Lu Ya carried a huge gourd on his back and slowly descended from the clouds. His immortal senses carefully searched the situation in the city. Perhaps he was too focused, but when he was about to land on the ground, his feet suddenly slipped.

The mighty Demon Prince, the owner of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber, and the best chaser in the Heavenly Courts, inexplicably fell forward. Lu Ya was stunned, but his reaction was fast. His figure flashed slightly and he used a teleportation spell. He appeared 100 feet away and stood firmly. Daoist Lu Ya frowned.

I… have experienced such a feeling before…

What happened? Why is it here again? Could it be that the bad luck is caused by the Qi Circulation? Or is it because the demons lack luck? “Hmph!” How can I, Daoist Lu Ya, be trapped by such bad luck?!

At that moment, Daoist Lu Ya closed his eyes and carefully searched the situation near the city. After discovering the Lord that he was looking for, he used a transformation technique and turned into a middle-aged woman.

Just as he was about to rush into the city, Daoist Lu Ya could not help but frown.

The soft touch of the soles of his feet, the slight stickiness, and the faint fragrance that he smelled…

Lu Ya gritted his teeth and cursed a rude beast as he walked out of the forest. Along the way, Lu Ya inexplicably b.u.mped into two wild wolves that were fighting each other. As he walked, he inexplicably walked into a group of mortal bandits.

Although they were not a threat to him, those encounters did spoil his mood.

I feel that my bad luck this time is much easier to deal with than last time.

Daoist Lu Ya recalled how he had almost died from cultivating in the Sun Palace. He could not help but s.h.i.+ver. He said in his heart that his father had blessed him and left the forest in a sorry state.

However, such small disasters were endless. The middle-aged woman that he had transformed into would be b.u.mped by pedestrians for no reason when he walked on the streets. When he encountered two children playing around, they could even shoot the bamboo arrows at his eyes… It could be that a cloud suddenly floated past, and with him as the center, a torrential rain fell within a thousand feet in diameter.

Lu Ya was so angry that his Dao heart trembled slightly. However, after the lesson from last time, he forced himself to remain calm.

He suspected that someone was deliberately playing tricks on him. However, he could not find any traces of him with his immortal senses.

Finally, after stumbling into the city, Lu Ya, who had transformed into a middle-aged woman, lowered his head and silently walked to the side alley of the busiest restaurant in the city. He stood in front of the elder who was dozing off on the table at the entrance of the alley.

It was the place where the senior lived in seclusion. He was a white-haired fortune-teller who specialized in divination.

There was a table and a cloth around it that said, “Nine out of ten divinities are not accurate. Ten divinities per day.” That was all the old fortune-teller’s belongings. “Ahem!” Lu Ya coughed dryly. The old fortune-teller did not even raise his head and replied weakly, “I can’t. I’ve used up all ten divinations today. Please come again another day.”

“Really?”

Daoist Lu Ya sent a voice transmission. “Senior, since you stayed here to see me, why did you lower your head and not look at me?”

“Huh?”

The old fortune-teller looked up and muttered with a confused look in his eyes, “Madam, who are you? Have you seen me before? Eh? Madam, your glabella is dark. You seem to be in danger.” Daoist Lu Ya pulled a long stool over and sat opposite the long table. He smiled and said, “It’s precisely because of this calamity that I came to seek your guidance. I wonder if this calamity can be resolved.”

The old fortune-teller held his white beard and looked a little indecent. He looked a little troubled.

“Why don’t you sit here for another half a day? After tonight, I can continue to read people’s fortunes. I can give you a fortune-telling session tomorrow.”

Daoist Lu Ya frowned slightly and said, “Senior, it’s not appropriate for me to appear here for too long. Why don’t we find a quiet place to talk?”

“That’s impossible.” The old fortune-teller waved his hand. “Although I have no wife or children, I’m still a famous fortune-teller within a radius of a few hundred kilometers. I’m afraid it will cause gossip if I stay in the same room as you, Madam.” Daoist Lu Ya looked down with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “Senior, are you really not going to care about our past relations.h.i.+p?”

“What do you mean?”

The old fortune-teller immediately perked up and sized up the woman in front of him. “Do I… know

you?”

Daoist Lu Ya sighed and looked sorrowful. However, he knew that he could not force anything. He stood up and bowed before turning around to leave.

“Ahem! Your Highness? Why are you here?”

He suddenly heard a voice transmission behind him.

A middle-aged man in a short-sleeved s.h.i.+rt poked his head out of the window at the bottom of the restaurant next door. He was holding an iron pot and a ladle.

“Wait for me to finish cooking this dish. Your Highness, there are still two tables of guests waiting!”