Chapter 132 Departure from White Cloud Temple

  The next day.

  Outside the General's Mansion, another horse-drawn carriage appeared, and a deputy general was assigned to act as the coachman.

  Inside the carriage, Shen Yi looked at him with some confusion: "Don't you need to rest for a few more days?"

  Xiao Xiangwei changed into a loose-sleeved long shirt to cover her wrists: "No need, it's already bandaged, and the doctor has also prepared medicine for me. At most, I'll recover in one or two months, don't delay things."

  She's worried that they haven't set off yet, and Yan Xingkong has already returned the Tianchu Po Ri bow ahead of time. Even if it's just to Tingyang County, it would be difficult to bring it out again if they go all the way to Qingzhou Zhenmo Si.

  To avoid embarrassment, Xiao Xiangwei steered the conversation back to the matter at hand: "I thought carefully last night and still find it strange. Yan Xingkong knows that the lives of both him and his wife are in the hands of the Demon-Slaying Department, so why would he steal the precious bow for no reason? And even use this bow to shoot down the ancestral hall of the White Cloud Temple, this is not a small matter, it can be said that it's a life-and-death feud."

  At these words, Shen Yi slightly raised an eyebrow and looked at a bag of white silver beside him.

  A blood feud, so compensation is two hundred taels.

  He didn't know much about these forces: "Frame the Demon Slayers?"

  Xiao Xiangwei shook her head and said, "It's meaningless. Although Baiyun Temple doesn't dare to show its dissatisfaction with the Demon-Suppressing Department openly, it still has the courage to ask two questions. Yan Xiangkong clearly knows that the demon catcher has a grasp of his aura, so Baiyun Temple will definitely be able to find him through us."

  She frowned slightly: "He is good at body technique, but when it comes to a real fight, he can't withstand the two instruments of the Taoist priests... He dares to steal this thing, Baiyun Temple will make him pay the price with his life. The martial arts skills are not something that can be solved by borrowing and returning."

  Even if the original is returned intact, who knows whether a copy has been secretly made.

  "What is true intention?" Shen Yi was somewhat curious.

  "You guys don't even have the physique to practice this. Xiang Qianwei explained slightly: 'Condensing aura into intent, consuming a lot of energy, turning the heavens and earth's breath into tangible objects, this kind of martial art is rarely seen in the entire Qingzhou, for example, Jiang Chengyun was able to cultivate Yunhe True Intent, so he could resist Mountain Lord across borders.'"

  Shen Yi nodded thoughtfully.

  The General has not returned, and up till now, he still hasn't come into contact with the true Cong Dan Wu Xue, nor has he ever crossed hands with a Cong Dan realm martial artist.

  It involves two top-notch forces, so it's better to be more careful.

  At this thought, Shen Yi closed his eyes and meditated.

  Xiao Xiangwei wasn't a talkative person either, she lifted the curtain and stared outside the window, occasionally stealing a glance at the young man, before quickly withdrawing her gaze.

  ……

  About two or three days.

  The horse-drawn carriage stopped on a small path, with the continuous mountain range beside it, shrouded in a faint white mist, vaguely revealing its majestic outline.

  Two Taoist priests in blue robes stood with their palms together in front of them, with a few fallen leaves on their shoulders, as if they had been waiting quietly by the roadside for a long time.

  All have crane hair and childlike face, with a wooden pin holding up their hair bun, eyes half closed, and deep gaze.

  "Pure Yang Elder, Clear and Calm Elder."

  The coachman, holding the reins, seemed somewhat surprised: "Why didn't you wait at the pavilion and come down to this mountain?"

  Tall and slender Pure Yang Taoist, slightly short Clear and Calm Taoist, hold extremely high positions in the White Cloud Temple. Apart from the Temple Master, they are the two with the deepest cultivation, both being powerful practitioners who have entered the stage of forming elixirs for many years.

  “……”

  The pure Yang elder seemed to have a more straightforward temper, and upon hearing this sentence, he subconsciously wanted to speak up.

  The ancestral temple was destroyed and the martial arts were stolen, who has the mood to continue sitting in the hall.

  The serene elder took a slight step forward, blocking the way and bowing: "Baiyun Temple has been robbed, fortunately with the help of the Town Demon Bureau. After rushing along the road, I am exhausted. How could I be rude? May I ask which noble sir you are? Would you please get off your horse to chat?"

  Between words, Xiao Xiangwei picked up the bag of silver and got off the carriage with Shen Yi, handing it over to Pi Jiang: "General You heard about this matter and had me bring a gift to make you feel at ease. This matter has nothing to do with the Demon-Slaying Department, and the Tian Ku Broken Day Divine Bow was also stolen."

  The old monk respectfully accepted the silver.

  The magnificent ancestral temple of a powerful family collapsed, and many plaques were destroyed. Only 200 taels of silver remained, which felt like a slap in the face.

  But he was very satisfied, after all, being able to accomplish such a thing must be General You, and the other party's words also represented the meaning of this Town Demon General.

  Put away the silver, two Taoist priests looked at Xiao Xiangwei and then looked at a young man in black beside her, before looking back at the carriage.

  The pure Yang elder could no longer hold back his impatience: "Sir, please get off the carriage quickly, I have an urgent matter to request."

  The sky-breaking day god bow was stolen, how could the Magic Suppression Department only arrange a clearly injured and breathless Cheng Dan realm, as well as a young youth to come over.

  “……”

  Shen Yi watched as the two old Taoists bowed to the empty carriage, and fell into silence.

  Xiao Xiangwei lifted the curtain with a wave of her hand, allowing the two to see the situation inside clearly. Only then did she say, "There are no other adults here, this matter will be handled by Lord Shen."

  The pure Yang Taoist was stunned for a long time before finally focusing his gaze on the young man, somewhat incredulous: "Sir, what is your surname?"

  Sink.

  Shen Yi always felt that after he finished answering, even the more stable dwarf Taoist had a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

  The pure Yang Taoist murmured somewhat discomfited: "Nonsense... nonsense... the heavenly vault breaking day bow and other precious artifacts, falling into the hands of that traitor who colludes with demons, I don't know how much chaos will erupt in Qingzhou, how many people will die, why is the Demon Suppressing Department so indifferent..."

  A Taoist priest pulled him back with one hand, squeezing out a smile: "No worries, the two of us will definitely use our full strength to help the Demon-Suppressing Department retrieve the treasure. I heard that the demon catcher has the aura of that thief on his hands, please lead the way for us."

  Upon hearing the subconscious words of that Pure Yang Daoist, Shen Yi's impression of these top-notch powers improved slightly; his family's ultimate technique was gone, yet he still had the mood to worry about others.

  If possible, he also wanted to show off his cultivation in the realm of embracing Dan, so that these two people would be slightly at ease.

  But I sensed the Qi Hai of my own jade liquid fullness realm.

  Shen Yi gave up on the idea, after all, he couldn't just walk over and give the two old men a big slap in the face each, showing off his astonishing physical skills.

  "You two don't have to worry about the imperial court's affairs." Xiao Xiangwei stretched out her hand and took out a clear breath from the silver bell, then closed her eyes to sense the direction.

  A look of surprise flashed across his face.

  Noticing her change in expression, the two Taoists asked aloud: "Is there something wrong?"

  "That's not it."

  Xiao Xiangwei took a deep breath and looked at Shen Yi: "He is no more than three hundred miles away from us."

  Three hundred miles, for an ordinary person, relying solely on two legs to walk, including eating and sleeping, would not take many days.

  And for a bandit king famous for his physical skills in the Condensed Elixir Realm...

  It's almost as if he took away the White Cloud Temple's kung fu and then waited beside him, not even thinking of escaping, afraid that the demon catcher wouldn't be able to find him.

  (End of chapter)