Chapter 447: The Lost Sheep
Chapter 447: The Lost Sheep
The Mystic Peak of Sword Monks, the headquarters of the Warrior Monk Sect, is located in the central region of the Holy Spirit Mountain World.
According to the captive Shi Yali, the Mystic Peak is the very center of this continent, a place that can be used as a geographical coordinate.
Where is the Night Venom Lake?
It lies to the north of the Mystic Peak, deep within the snowy plains.
And the Sword Mountain Peak?
It's also to the north of the Mystic Peak, slightly west, and is said to be over a thousand kilometers away, though the exact distance is unclear.
The vastness of the Holy Spirit Mountain World can make one lose all sense of distance.
Most of the locations Lu Ran learned from the captive were described relative to the Mystic Peak, using it as a starting point.
When Lu Ran finally saw the Mystic Peak, he was truly amazed!
Such towering mountains indeed deserve to be used as a geographical coordinate!
The soaring peaks, amidst the continuous mountain ranges, stand out like a beacon.
Even the surrounding shorter mountains are tall enough that clouds only dare to swirl around their mid-slopes.
The mountains, including the one piercing the sky, collectively form the concept of "Mystic Peak."
"So this is a major sect?"
Lu Ran exclaimed, gazing up at the lush mountain forests.
Yu Changsheng looked west of the highest peak, observing the thick clouds swirling between the sky and the towering mountains.
Lu Ran suggested, "Sect Leader, there must be someone cultivating within the Mystic Peak. Should we wait a few more days before paying a visit?"
Lu Ran thought for a moment, "It should be fine."
The Holy Spirit Mountain World has its own set of rules.
If you approach someone while they are cultivating, it's akin to harboring murderous intent and taking advantage of their vulnerability!
Even if you don't have any ill intentions, it's difficult to explain.
However, this place is the headquarters of the Warrior Monk Sect, not some remote wilderness.
Lu Ran only intends to ask a question, not to provoke any conflict with other forces.
Yu Changsheng advised, "Sect Leader, think it over."
This trip is for recruiting talented individuals, not for conflict with other sects.
Lu Ran replied, "No problem. I'll just find a Warrior Monk guard at the foot of the mountain and ask."
Seeing the Sect Leader's determination, Yu Changsheng couldn't dissuade him further.
In truth, Lu Ran's real intention was that if He Qifeng was having a hard time at the Mystic Peak, they could take advantage of the thick fog and muddy waters.
Ever since visiting the Blade Ridge Peak, Lu Ran had gained a deeper understanding of the dark side of human nature in this world.
Lu Ran had great faith in his intelligence-gathering abilities!
When he inquired about He Qifeng, he was confident in observing and analyzing any subtle expressions the other party might display.
"Joining a sect is indeed necessary," Lu Ran sighed as he walked forward.
Currently, a Warrior Monk disciple is located on the most central peak of the Holy Spirit Continent, openly declaring to everyone that he is cultivating.
Who dares to kill him?
He has the backing of an entire sect!
Recalling Deng Yuxiang, Lu Ran and He Qifeng had sought a night of peace, but they didn't even get that!
In the end, they were found by the women of the Sword One Sect.
Tsk, how bitter!
The three from the Flame Gate reached the summit and witnessed another astonishing sight.
At the foot of the Mystic Peak, the trees had been cleared, creating a distinct isolation zone.
Anyone approaching the Mystic Peak would have to expose themselves.
Perhaps only the top scouts of the Crow Sorcerer Sect could sneak into the mountain unnoticed?
"Cong Long Evil Shadow, you two wait here," Lu Ran ordered.
"Sect Leader!" Yan Shuangzi immediately responded.
"I obey," Lu Ran waved his hand, and his figure flashed away.
Yan Shuangzi: "..."
Yu Changsheng, seeing the silent woman, tried to comfort her, "The Warrior Monk Sect's techniques are straightforward and lack sinister moves. They won't harm the Sect Leader."
Yan Shuangzi remained silent, her face hidden beneath the brim of her hat, ignoring Yu Changsheng.
Yu Changsheng, feeling rebuffed, shook his head.
At the foot of the mountain, Lu Ran wore a green cloak and blue hat, his attire mysterious and concealing.
However, his actions were open and aboveboard as he strode out of the forest.
Lu Ran didn't cross the wide isolation zone but stopped in the treeless area, bowing respectfully towards the distant mountains.
His intention to pay respects was clear.
After a short ten seconds, two Warrior Monk disciples emerged from the forest on the opposite side.
Both wore hats woven from grayish-yellow grass leaves and donned golden-brown robes, holding wooden staffs in their hands.
Their robes were worn and tattered, indicating they had seen many battles.
"Young friend, your aura is impressive, but you don't seem to be a disciple of our Warrior Monk Sect," the older man spoke first.
"Baa~" Lu Ran let out a sheep's bleat, using the Divine Art of Immortal Sheep: Desolate Cry.
This single bleat left the two disciples stunned!
"What the...?" The younger man exclaimed, taken aback.
What kind of sound was that?
A sheep's bleat?
Holy crap!
The younger disciple adjusted his hat, revealing a face of astonishment.
How did this little lamb end up in the Holy Spirit Mountain?
Is he lost?
"I'm a Xianyang believer," Lu Ran said, looking at the young man with a calm expression.
The young man had a round face and looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, unlike the composed older man beside him.
This way, Lu Ran could better observe the man's expressions and gather information.
Although the older man's face was calm, he remained silent for a while.
His mind was probably in turmoil.
After a long time, the older man finally spoke, "Little friend, what brings you to Mystic Peak? What business do you have here?"
Oh?
Still willing to negotiate peacefully?
Lu Ran looked at the two men with a friendly attitude, "Brothers, have you heard of He Qifeng?"
"He Sect Leader?" The young man with the round face spoke again, sizing up Lu Ran with his eyes.
This time, it was Lu Ran's turn to be taken aback.
Sect Leader?
He Qifeng?
She had only arrived in this world recently, yet she had already managed to secure a position in such a large sect?
This was truly unexpected.
Lu Ran further confirmed, "I'm talking about He Qifeng, a woman, and she's probably your sect's only female disciple."
The older man asked, "You know our He Sect Leader?"
"Yes!" Lu Ran nodded repeatedly, "When I was in the mortal realm, I had a connection with He Sect Leader, and our friendship was not bad."
Lu Ran spoke half-truths and half-lies, and his heart finally relaxed.
It seemed that He Qifeng had done quite well for herself.
Let's take a look at Yan Shuangzi!
The two were like heaven and earth apart.
"A connection," the older man said, chewing on the words, then added, "Little friend, you've come at an inconvenient time. He Sect Leader is out on a trip."
"Oh, where did she go? When will she be back?"
The older man didn't reveal He Qifeng's whereabouts, instead, he replied, "She should be back soon."
Lu Ran discreetly scanned the young man's face, checking if he was lying.
Seeing no abnormalities, Lu Ran said, "Alright, then I'll come back to visit in a few days."
The older man nodded but didn't intend to keep him.
Seeing this, Lu Ran clasped his fists and turned to leave.
But just as he took a few steps, a voice called out from behind, "Hey! Little Sheep!"
Lu Ran's heart sank.
He had thought that Mystic Peak and Blade Spine Peak were different, and he would be allowed to leave peacefully.
It turned out it was all an act.
They still wanted to keep him?
Lu Ran managed his expression, turned around with a smile, and asked, "What's the matter?"
The round-faced youth shouted, "If you really have a good relationship with our He Sect Leader, and you want to come to us, then don't run around everywhere. It's dangerous out there.
Just stay in the nearby mountains for a few days and wait for her return obediently."
Lu Ran: "."
You might not believe it, but I'm not here to join her.
I want her to join me.
But in this world where strength is revered, being a Xianyang believer is synonymous with weakness.
Even just now, after Lu Ran displayed the Divine Art of Immortal Sheep: Voice of Compassion, the two Sword Monk believers visibly relaxed.
A little lamb poses no threat.
Lu Ran openly bleated, a sheep's cry, his unique way of showing weakness.
"Thank you, brother," Lu Ran said, looking at the round-faced youth, "You're a good person."
"Shut up!" The round-faced youth was annoyed, "How dare you talk like that?"
Lu Ran: "."
Indeed, in this world, the fate of good people is often tragic.
And they die quickly.
"I said it again!" Lu Ran clasped his fists and said loudly, "Brother, you're a bad person!"
Round-faced youth: ???
"Until we meet again!" Lu Ran turned and left.
"Haha," the older man said, watching his fellow disciple as Lu Ran walked away, "What's wrong? Have you been charmed by the little sheep?"
The Divine Art of Immortal Sheep: Voice of Compassion was indeed effective.
The round-faced youth shook his head, "If this little lamb really has a good relationship with He Sect Leader, he came all the way here, and he died without even seeing her face. It would be hard to explain."
"What good relationship?" The older man scoffed, "We, as Sword Monk believers, would never have a good relationship with cowards like Xianyang believers."
Everyone looks down on Xianyang believers, let alone the Sword Monk believers led by Shang Wu.
The round-faced youth felt a bit embarrassed and retorted, "I think that little lamb has quite a presence.
After all, he was thrown into the mountains by the Xianyang."
The older man still looked down on him, "I estimate that the little lamb is like those two Green Phoenix believers, coming here because of He Sect Leader's reputation as Great Summer Scholar."
First, they want to put on a good face, and then they'll talk after meeting her.
After meeting, they'll beg, kneel, and bow, all to recognize their master and seek protection.
He Sect Leader doesn't even know those two!"
"Great Summer Scholar," the round-faced youth said, changing the subject, "He Sect Leader is giving the sect face by taking second place.
If I were still at home, I could have also competed."
"Oh? You think you could take first place?" The older man teased.
"Maybe, haha!" The round-faced youth laughed, "I wonder who took first place? Why doesn't He Sect Leader want to say?"
"Since it's not our Sword Monk sect, it must be Sword One Gunrot's disciple, who else could it be?"
(End of Chapter)
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