inspire-indiana Chapter 398 Ling Yuanzi's Squad
Chapter 398 Ling Yuanzi's Squad
"Your method is to bury things under the tree and see if I can dig them up?"
After hearing Xue Lan's plan, Xue Tong's face was filled with disbelief.
Xue Lan patted the dirt off her hands: "That's right, you should go now."
Xue Tong obediently walked towards the big locust tree in the center of Wuci Town, speaking as she went:
"Xue Lan, don't you think this method is a bit too hasty?"
Five hundred years is a long time. Even if Xue Lanzhen was in the Five Porcelain Town five hundred years ago, things buried in the ground would move on their own!
Xue Lan chuckled:
"Actually, I think it's alright."
The woman's tone was like that of a spoiled child:
"Go dig, go dig! Go dig!"
Carrying a long, black sword, the girl walked through streets and alleys where porcelain was everywhere, and finally arrived at her destination—under an old locust tree that had been growing for at least seven hundred years.
The girl first cast a spell to conceal her aura, then bowed several times to the old locust tree, chanting incantations:
"Senior Locust Tree, I am so sorry, so very sorry!"
After saying this, the girl channeled her magic power and blasted a deep crater under the locust tree.
Although we had taken great care to protect the locust tree's root system, the scene was still quite tragic.
The girl bent down and searched carefully in the deep pit, but she didn't find Xue Lan's porcelain butterfly. Instead, she heard an old, shocked voice:
"No, girl... you've been apologizing for so long, but you were really quick when you did it!"
Xue Tong froze and turned to look at the source of the voice.
In a teahouse not far behind Xue Lan, an old man in yellow robes listening to a storyteller met Xue Tong's gaze.
The old locust tree felt that its luck was bad today.
I spent a month convincing myself to stay home, and only today, on this fine, sunless day, did I finally go out to the teahouse to listen to some storytelling.
I saw a polite little girl bouncing around.
Then the girl blew up his real body!
Xue Tong felt like she was finished!
The girl, her face filled with remorse, waved her hands repeatedly at the old man in yellow:
"Senior, I'm just looking for something. I'm truly sorry!"
"Don't worry, the soil will be filled in, it will definitely be filled in!"
No sooner had the girl finished speaking than a yellow figure appeared before her; the old man from the teahouse had arrived in front of Xue Tong.
The old man's voice was deafening to Xue Tong; he immediately launched into a barrage of three deadly questions:
"Which sect are you a disciple of?"
Who is your master?
Why are you blowing up the tree trunk? What's under the tree?
Xue Tong shrank back and remained silent, completely frozen in place by these three questions.
The old man in yellow looked at the girl in front of him without saying a word. She kept her head down like a little quail, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"if you……"
"senior!"
Xue Tong spoke weakly, raising half of her paw:
"I am a disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect, and my master is Ling Yuanzi, the peak master of Jiyuan Peak."
"Senior, whatever compensation you desire, my master will provide it!"
The old man was slightly taken aback, then anger rose in his heart, and evil thoughts arose in his mind.
"Your master is Ling Yuanzi?"
"Ling Yuanzi?"
"Tell me what he really wants to do?"
Looking at the old man's expression, Xue Tong realized that she had unintentionally added fuel to the fire.
The girl spoke softly:
"Does the senior know Master Lingyuan?"
It would have been better if he hadn't asked. This question completely enraged the old man, who stared into Xue Tong's eyes.
"Of course I know them: Ling Yuanzi of the Xuanhuang Sect, Yu Changsheng of the Bingdeng Academy, Ning Hongtao of Jiyue Mountain, and Zhao Qingying of the Xuanlu Blade Sect!"
"I would recognize them even if they turned to ashes. Back in the day, I was still an unformed being..."
Fifteen minutes later, Xue Tong searched for Xue Lan's porcelain butterfly while talking to Xue Lan:
"Back when this old locust tree was still an unformed plant spirit, your master and his friends came here. I'll call them the Ling Yuanzi Squad for short!"
"It was probably around five hundred years ago!"
"Then……"
Before Xue Tong could finish her story, Xue Lan, who had been trying to suppress her laughter, interrupted her.
The woman's voice was tinged with laughter:
"Don't tell me what you're going to say next, let me guess."
"Huh?" Xue Tong was somewhat surprised.
"You could guess something like that?"
Xue Lan spoke:
Let me guess!
Xue Tong couldn't stand her like this, and the girl quickly spoke up:
"Okay, okay, guess!"
Xue Lan's voice, tinged with laughter, slowly rang out:
"Did my master say that his locust tree actually bloomed in winter, and that he should pick some locust flowers to make dumplings?"
Xue Tong's expression froze:
"No way, this is too amazing! Has your Xuanhuang Sect's anti-counterfeiting code reached this level?"
"You even know that this old locust tree used to rebel and bloom in winter?"
Xue Lan's snickering voice rang in my ears again:
"Yes, our Xuanhuang Sect is that easy to recognize!"
Xue Lan covered her eyes, peeking at the people in front of her through a small gap between her fingers.
It was none other than the Ling Yuanzi squad that Xue Tong had mentioned.
The boy with the ponytail was still chattering on about his plans for the locust blossoms. But the scholarly-looking young man beside him poured cold water on his enthusiasm:
"Can you cook?"
The vibrant young Ling Yuanzi, no, he's still called Xie Linghuan now.
The vibrant young Xie Linghuan looked at the youth beside him:
"Brother Yu, you can handle that! I'll take care of picking the locust flowers!"
The boy was eager to step forward, but was stopped by a girl in a pink dress behind him:
"Don't make a move yet. Look over there, can she see us?"
The four of them followed the direction the girl was pointing and looked at Xue Lan.
Xue Lan pretended not to see the four people, slowly lowered her hand covering her eyes, and turned to leave.
But after turning around and taking two steps forward, the woman suddenly stopped.
Xue Lan stood there, waiting for news from Xue Tong.
"Xue Lan, I found your porcelain butterfly!" The girl's joyful voice rang in Xue Lan's ears.
"But the words engraved on it have changed; they've become 'Lu'."
Xue Lan sighed with relief:
"I think I've found the Pillar of Revelation!"
The woman turned around resolutely and walked towards Xie Linghuan and the others.
The people behind him were eventually persuaded by Xie Linghuan and were now picking locust flowers.
Holding a long sword, Zhao Qingying watched the three people in front of her bustling about, a slight smile curving her cold face.
Suddenly, the young man noticed that the three people in front of him were staring in his direction and remained silent.
He turned around, gripping the hilt of his knife, and saw that the girl who had just left had reappeared behind them.
This time, the girl didn't try to hide it; her round, almond-shaped eyes were full of laughter.
"Gentlemen, what are you doing?"