usatvline Chapter 417: Night Exploration of Taixu Palace
Chapter 417: Night Exploration of Taixu Palace
Yun Chen: ...
"Don't let me know who it is, or I'll definitely find him and tear him into pieces."
Lin Wan'er's eyes were sharp, her tone was stern, and there was a hint of murderous intent in her voice.
Zhao Xiruo also clenched her fists. Although she didn't say anything, her anger could be seen.
As a native of Daxia, the hatred for Japan is ingrained in my bones.
But the most disgusting ones are those traitors who betray their own people and harm their compatriots.
"Alright, these are not things we can consider. The elders will naturally handle them. Let's get some rest and prepare for tomorrow's qualifying match."
Liu Yanran spoke with a smile, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere.
After hearing this, everyone said nothing more.
The qualifying round is the most important thing right now. Even if we want to resolve Japan’s conspiracy, we have to wait until the qualifying round is over.
Soon, under the guidance of Lin Wan'er, everyone arrived at a group of exquisite courtyards located halfway up the mountain.
The courtyard was shrouded in a faint purple glow, with pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly manner inside. The fragrance of exotic flowers and plants filled the air, and the rich spiritual energy almost turned into substance. It was indeed an excellent place for cultivation.
A plaque with three ancient characters "Zixiaoyuan" is written on the lintel.
"This is Zixiao Garden."
Lin Wan'er paused, turned around, and smiled at the group, "A quiet room has been prepared for you all within the courtyard. It's fully equipped. If you need anything, please feel free to ask the deacons or disciples within the courtyard, or... you can just send someone to find me."
As she spoke, her eyes swept over Yun Chen and Zhao Xiruo again.
Bai Qingluo couldn't help himself and stepped forward, standing between Zhao Xiruo and Lin Wan'er. He said coldly, "Don't worry, Junior Sister Lin. I'll take care of Junior Sister Zhao. Junior Sister Lin, as the Young Master, must be very busy. There's no need to waste your time here."
Her words were a blunt order to leave.
Lin Wan'er's smile faltered slightly, but quickly recovered. She glanced deeply at Bai Qingluo, then nodded to Yun Chen and Zhao Xiruo, her tone still gentle. "In that case, Wan'er will take her leave first. The qualifying matches will begin tomorrow, and I'll come find you tomorrow."
After saying this, she bowed once more to Elder Lei and everyone else before turning and leaving. Her posture remained calm, but as she turned around, the fingers in her sleeves curled slightly.
Bai Qingluo looked at Lin Wan'er's departing figure and snorted coldly before turning to Zhao Xiruo and saying, "Ruoruo, let's go in and not let irrelevant people disturb our peace and quiet."
She emphasized the words "irrelevant people" very much.
Yun Chen looked at this scene and shook his head helplessly.
This trip to Taixu Palace not only involves dealing with unknown dangers, but also seems to involve dealing with increasingly complex "interpersonal relationships."
He held Zhao Xiruo's hand tightly and whispered, "Let's go in."
Zhao Xiruo nodded, feeling the protection of the second senior sister, and smiled helplessly.
In fact, she had no hostility towards Lin Wan'er.
After all... we have been through life and death together, and this girl isn't a bad person, so there's no need to be hostile to her.
As for liking Yun Chen, she could naturally see it, but Yun Chen was so outstanding, wasn't it normal to like him?
As long as Yun Chen likes me, that’s enough.
Everyone stepped into Zixiao Garden, and found that there was indeed a different world inside.
The courtyard is spacious and exquisitely laid out, with rockery, flowing water, and spiritual plants as embellishments. Several independent quiet rooms are distributed throughout, with just the right distance between each other, which ensures privacy while belonging to the same courtyard and making it easy to take care of them.
"Please feel free to choose the quiet room you like."
Although Lin Wan'er had left, there were already well-trained deacons and disciples waiting in the garden, respectfully leading the way and introducing them.
Bai Qingluo glanced around and immediately pointed to one of the quiet rooms with the best location and the richest spiritual energy. He said to Zhao Xiruo, "Ruoruo, you stay in this room."
The tone of her voice was as natural as if Zixiao Garden was owned by her family.
Zhao Xiruo looked at the quiet room, then looked at Yun Chen, and hesitated.
Yun Chen smiled at her gently and pointed to the room next to him: "I'll live in this one."
The quiet room he chose was adjacent to the one Bai Qingluo pointed out to Zhao Xiruo, obviously for the convenience of care.
Seeing this, Bai Qingluo said to Zhao Xiruo, "I'll live on the other side of you."
As she spoke, she walked straight to the quiet room on the other side of Zhao Xiruo.
Liu Yanran and Shen Nan looked at each other and saw a helpless smile in each other's eyes.
"Then we two can live next to each other."
After everyone settled down, it was almost dusk.
The afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of warm gold on Zixiao Garden, adding a touch of tranquility.
The qualifying round is tomorrow. Yun Chen’s current strength is in the late Jindan stage, and he is only one step away from the peak.
However, it was not realistic to achieve a breakthrough in just one night, so he walked out of the quiet room.
Planning to just stroll around Taixu Palace.
Yun Chen walked out of Zixiao Garden and slowly followed the path he remembered coming here.
Taixu Palace covers a vast area. As night falls, palace lanterns light up one after another, complementing the rosy glow in the sky that has not yet completely dissipated, making this holy land of immortals look like a dream.
Occasionally, he could see patrolling disciples of the Taixu Palace along the way. They would cast scrutinizing glances at his unfamiliar face, but after sensing the aura of the Shenlei Palace and his late Jindan cultivation, most of them would nod slightly and not stop him.
He seemed to be strolling casually, but in fact his spiritual awareness was quietly spreading out, carefully sensing the surrounding environment.
On the one hand, he wanted to familiarize himself with the terrain, and on the other hand, he wanted to find an opportunity to investigate the affairs of the Gu family father and son.
Although Lin Wan'er told him that the Gu father and son had been killed by his father, regardless of whether it was true or not, the key to open the passage to the secular world was in the possession of the Gu father and son.
He must find it out, otherwise it will always be a huge hidden danger.
"Did the Gu family father and son hand over the key before they died? If they did, would it be in the hands of Sect Leader Lin? If not, where would it be hidden?"
Yun Chen's mind raced, his eyes seemingly casually sweeping across the magnificent palaces and pavilions.
Taixu Palace is so huge that looking for a small key is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He walked aimlessly and unknowingly came to a relatively secluded area. The buildings here were even older. It seemed to be the place where some elders of Taixu Palace practiced meditation or handled confidential matters.
The guarding was obviously much stricter, and several obscure and powerful auras were faintly visible in the darkness.
Yun Chen didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to investigate further, for fear of alerting the enemy.
He slowed down his pace, pretending to appreciate the night view, but his ears were carefully catching any slight sound coming from the wind.
At this moment, the side door of a hall in front called "Discipline Hall" quietly opened, and two figures walked out one after another.
The person in front was wearing the attire of an elder of Taixu Palace, with a solemn expression on his face; the one following behind was none other than Lin Wan'er!
At this moment, Lin Wan'er's face no longer had the usual cuteness and liveliness, instead, there was a sense of heaviness and... a hint of barely perceptible worry.