Supreme Soaring Immortal Chapter 152

Supreme Soaring Immortal

Chapter 152 Dried Leaves Fly in the Moonlight

Island Lord Li and Xiang Island Lord both nod: "Please let us know if you have any ideas Lord Huyan."

"Li Island Lord's side is good at the Formation Dao, Xiang Island Lord's side is good at Talisman Dao, and the disciples of our Leaf island are proficient in the study of Dan Dao. Let's discuss how many teams we'll send to the mainland in secrecy, but each team will have only three people, each of whom is a disciple of our three islands. Because the search for the door of demons requires disciples in the Formation dao and the Talisman dao, and our Dan dao disciples can also play a certain role in healing the wounded disciples, so this set up is best, and each team has only three people which is not conspicuous."

"That's great!" Lord Li and Lord Xiang both nod.

"The disciples sent out do not need to be high cultivators, but they must be calm individuals."

"Yes!"

"There are countless islands in this area, and after sending out our disciples into the mainland in search of the door of demons, our three islands will join forces to unify these islands. Whoever dares to resist, kill!"

"Yes, will do!" The eyes of Lord Li and Lord Xiang flash with a trace of killing intent.

Outside the temple.

On Half Cliff Mountain, a beautiful woman is holding a bunch of freshly picked flowers, one hand in pursuit of a palm-sized colorful b.u.t.terfly.

"Junior Sister Mo, you aren't cultivating, instead playing around here, be careful of Master seeing you and punishing you." A man in white says helplessly towards the woman running east and west on the mountainside.

"Master will not punish me!" The pampered woman simply turns her head and says: "I Zizai am a genius, I don't need to cultivate like others, now I'm in the late stage of the Core Formation realm. As long as I have time and cultivate a little, I will successfully become a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"Senior Brother, see how beautiful this b.u.t.terfly is!"

Mo Zizai stretches out her delicate palm. In her palm, the colorful b.u.t.terfly flaps its wings, wishing it could fly away but the palm of Mo Zizai seems to have a suction force, it cannot fly from the palm of her hand.

"Master is here!" The man suddenly whispers.

"Ah?"

Mo Zizai's heart is startled. The b.u.t.terfly in the palm of her hand spreads its wings and flys away.

"Zizai, you're playing again." An old and strong voice falls from the air, Huyan Island Lord descends from the air, staring at the young man in white and yelling:

"You're watching your Junior Sister mess around?"

The man's face is helpless, bowing his head low.

"Master!" Mo Zizai suddenly rushes over to Huyan Island Lord, grabbing the arm of Huyan Island Lord with both hands and shaking him, she coquettishly says:

"You've scared all of Zizai's b.u.t.terflies away…"

The face of Huyan Island Lord shows a kind smile, reaching out, he strokes Mo Zizai's beautiful hair:

"Zizai, don't mess around. Cultivate well, or you'll waste your qualifications."

"Oh!" Mo Zizai softly answers. Her eyes turn around and she says, "Master, have you finished discussing things with Lord Li and them?"

"This is exactly what Master wants to say to you. Lord Li, and Lord Xiang are ready to join forces with us and clean up the forces in the sea. So you have to hurry and cultivate, it won't be long before Master sends you down Half Cliff Mountain to contribute."

"Master is letting me go down the mountain?" The eyes of Mo Zizai light up at once.

"Really not a demon?" Qin Yunxia looks weakly at Qin Shuang. Qin Shuang pats her head:

"Don't think so much, where in the world do these demons come from?"

"It's hard to say…" Qin Yunxia says weakly: "There are demonic beasts, so there should be demons."

"Demonic beasts?" Qin Shuang laughs: "Have you ever seen a demonic beast?"

"No!" Qin Yunxia shakes her head, and then says: "This is because our Crescent Moon Kingdom is not on the edge of the mainland, I heard that there are still demon beasts on the edge of the mainland."

"That's right! So to say…" Qin Shuang nods. "Its unlikely for demon beasts to run to us. And beasts are beast, demons are demons. Demons have the same wisdom as the human race, while demon beasts are far worse in their intelligence."

"Oh!"

"Nothing unusual!" Yuan Ye looks up and stares into the distance, looking at a mountain on the left:

"Miss, shall we go over to that mountain?"

Qin Shuang looks at the mountain, with a bitter smile: "That mountain is so big, even if we go searching, I am afraid we can't find anything."

At this time within that mountain, a pair of eyes stare at Qin Shuang and them. Excitement flashes in those eyes, a low and hoa.r.s.e voice says:

"It turns out to be three martial artist. What a rich smell of qi and blood!"

"Let's go back!" Qin Shuang says helplessly: "If we haven't found it tonight, then we'll have to wait for the authorities."

"The authorities?" Yuan Ye says dismissively: "Will the authorities send any good masters to a place like this? Come and throw their lives away."

"It's hard to say!" Qin Shuang shakes her head: "Perhaps the authorities will invite the people of Wuzong Temple to come."

"Wuzong Temple!" Yuan Ye is silent, martial artist in the world still hold awe for Wuzong Temple.

"Let's go!"

The three return to the village, where their water had been boiled. The horse was fed too. Qin Shuang and Qin Yunxia go to Zhang Lao's house to bathe, while Yuan Ye goes to Lao Si's house to bathe. Then they go to the old man's house for a meal. Soon after, the three of them observe the village carefully, but find nothing.

At night, they return to the ancestral hall again.

This time the three of them did not have to eat dry rations, the villager's had prepared meals for them in the ancestral hall. Qin Shuang and them finish eating their meals, then wait till the bonfire dies out, once the bonfire is completely extinguished, Yuan Ye takes out a can that is loaded with oil, from the villagers. Yuan Ye pours oil on the bonfire, and the door of the hall is closed tightly. To avoid being found out by the unknown thing, the three of them sit crosslegged, placing their long swords on their knees, closing their eyes, and listening intently to all the sounds around them.

The whole village is silent, only the wind and the leaves sway.

Time pa.s.ses little by little, slowly reaching midnight. The ears of the three involuntarily move. They clearly remember that yesterday they heard a blood curdling scream at midnight, so they are particularly attentive at this time.

"Hu…"

Outside the hall a gust of wind sweeps over…

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and in the dim night light, the wind rolls the dried leaves up over the village, and a dry yellow leaf falls from the air onto the steps in front of the door of the ancestral temple.

It's just that……

This dried leaf is very strange, not lying flat on the steps, but standing upright. Even more strange is that it is not leaf shaped, but human-shaped. A palm-sized human form…

Mo Zizai's name means free and unrestrained, at ease and comfortable just like her character.