389 Consul (1/2)

All this while, Old Man Mu had been hiding in a corner of the forest that had never seen the sun. Naturally, the Great Snowmountain had been unable to track him down since they were searching the Land of Fragrance.

More than 1000 nobles were forced to enter the forest. They wandered around and soon entered the vicinity where Old Man Mu was. They disrupted his spiritual retreat and he was furious. He was even more enraged when he realized that he was unable to master the Five Hole Earth Punch.

The two fits of anger rose in him and he vented it all on the nobles who had accidentally barged in.

After killing more than a dozen of them, Old Man Mu calmed down and asked a few of the nobles about the events that had happened in the Land of Fragrance. He lashed out at the other nobles, including the now deceased Shili Luomo, ”So many of you, yet you were beaten by a defeated army, are all of you still men even? No, I mean, are all of you still humans?”

He had forgotten that he had subdued the whole country using only cruel means of killing and some boasting. He began to scold the weak nobles, saying that they had no guts. The few nobles who unfortunately fallen into the clutches of the devil trembled as they took the oath, stating that they had received blood from the ”Revered” and would go out of the forest to resist Dragon King with all of their might.

Old Man Mu's anger gradually disappeared, he knew that these cowards did not have what it took to fight against Dragon King, so he plotted a plan for them, ”You bunch of fools, don't the slaves listen to you the most? Pretend to surrender to Dragon King and join the army, then encourage those idiots to rebel.”

Old Man Mu was very proud of his wit. Therefore, these ”bunch of fools” quickly contacted their peers who were unaware of what had happened and walked out of the forest together to surrender to Dragon King. They were zealous in ordering the ”bunch of idiots” to stage a mutiny.

Su Mohua did not see Old Man Mu, but he heard about what had happened from his brother. He had been hesitant all along; now that the conspiracy had revealed so quickly, he need not be in a dilemma any longer.

Gu Shenwei did not hear any important information from Su Mohua. To him, it was not important who led the mutiny.

”That's it?” He frowned slightly.

Su Mohua became more and more flustered. He thought hard to see if there was anything else worth mentioning. It was not his intention to hold back any information, just that he was unable to differentiate the order of importance when it came to such matters. Therefore, it was only until the end when he came to what he thought was unimportant, ”And, he wants the high priest, my brother...”

Gu Shenwei waved his hand to interrupt, ”What does Old Man Mu want the high priest for?”

Gu Shenwei had lied about the high priest possessing Chapter Eight of the Wayless Book. That pedantic semi-paralyzed old man knew nothing about high-level Kung Fu, he had merely memorized the records penned by the ancestors and occasionally blurted out some shocking observations.

”No, I don't know.” Su Mohua was both elated and nervous that Dragon King was finally interested in the information that he provided. ”I heard that he had met the high priest before and talked for a long time.”

Gu Shenwei really could not understand what Old Man Mu could get from the high priest.

Suddenly, he felt that he must meet the high priest and clarify this matter.

Dragon King walked out of the tent. Su Mohua was perplexed. Bracing himself, he asked, ”Dragon King, about my brother...”

”Go and tell them to think hard about what other information can be used to redeem their lives. Let me know before dawn.”

Gu Shenwei would never forgive the mutinous nobles easily. Moreover, he was certain that these nobles had withheld many secrets about the Land of Fragrance that even the slaves were unaware of.

The high priest lived alone in a small tent near to the imprisoned nobles, right in the heart of where the soldiers were lying in ambush.

He had a young disciple as a servant but that disciple did not stay with him at night.

The high priest smiled kindly upon seeing Dragon King. He was an easily contented old man who lived in a world built by ancient books. With the Flower Soul Forest burnt, and most of his disciples dismissed; even though he was surrounded by strangers with sabers and swords, all of these happenings would not change his world. It was as though he still lived in the straw hut inside the forest.

Beside him piles of ancient books were stacked, these were the only treasures that he refused to let go of. Gu Shenwei had quickly looked through the books once, but most of the content was meaningless. There were many Kung Fu skills mentioned in the books which were already long lost.

There was an old monk from the Four Truths Temple who always had a kind smile as well, but it was a smile that made him look like an all-knowing god looking down from up high. The smile of the high priest, however, seemed like a smile that a child would possess, someone who had not yet grown up and knew nothing about the world. To put it bluntly, Gu Shenwei felt that the high priest had not yet matured in terms of intellect.

”Have you met Old Man Mu before?” Gu Shenwei asked calmly. There was no need, nor was it necessary, to speak harshly to someone like the high priest.

”You mean that shorty?”

”Yes.”

”Yes, he is very studious.”

It was a very strange judgment. Gu Shenwei was somewhat regretful that he did not come to clarify earlier. It suddenly occurred to him that during the few times when he spoke with the high priest, he had not mentioned Old Man Mu at all. Moreover, the high priest would never take the initiative to start a topic that was unrelated to Kung Fu.

”What did you guys talk about?”

”He said, 'Old fellow, your Kung Fu must be quite good to be able to recognize that I am using the unique skill of Yuqing Sect,' and I said, 'Hey fellow, isn't it easy? It's all written in the books.' Then, he said...”

Gu Shenwei quickly corrected his mistake. If this went on, the high priest would recount every word that he had said at that time. Although he might seem odd, the high priest did possess a good memory. It was so good that he was able to repeat a book he had read decades ago word for word.

”Then he realized that you don't know Kung Fu.”

”How can I not know Kung Fu?” The high priest was never angry, but there was a slight surprise in his tone and facial expression. ”I know the best Kung Fu in this world and I even teach it to many disciples.”