Chapter 256 - 256 254 Buried Bones in a Foreign Land

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256: Chapter 254: Buried Bones in a Foreign Land 256: Chapter 254: Buried Bones in a Foreign Land Baili Pianpian, who was skillfully spinning the Vajra Pestle on his fingertips twitched his lips almost imperceptibly. He cleared his throat and said, “Indeed, I am Baili Pianpian.” He tapped the Vajra Pestle on the desk gently, eliciting a dull, heavy sound. Beneath the old man’s increasingly profound gaze, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, “I have heard that in this unnamed town in your kingdom, there exists an unnamed guesthouse, and in its backyard, there is a well without water, containing only the Red Flame Quicksand that is extremely rare in the desert. Today, I wonder if I might take a look.” The wind and sand on the streets wept and complained, casting a layer of murky yellow over the bright sky. Inside the guesthouse, it was extremely quiet. The old man remained silent for a long time. The youth was very patient, slowly picking at the blue talisman paper on the Vajra Pestle. The old man finally spoke, “The Artifact Soldier forged by the Daoist Immortal Xue Cheng is indeed extraordinary, being one of the three weapons of Penglai Immortal Island. Just the lethal power of that sealing rune on the blue talisman is enough to take my life three times over. If you were to tear off this blue talisman and unleash the power of the Vajra Pestle, any cultivator in this city who has practiced the Demon Sect’s Cultivation Technique would find it hard to escape unscathed.” The Demon Cultivators inside the guesthouse involuntarily held their breath, their pupils filled with a murderous crimson glare, staring intently at the young man. However, the old man chuckled softly, his gaze deep and mysterious, the smile on his lips indefinable, “But, young master, if you indeed spread the heavenly weaponry of the Immortal clan across our kingdom’s land, while it would indeed kill all the demon cultivators in the city, you would also face relentless pursuit by countless formidable masters of the Demon Sect.” The old man took down the rag from his shoulder, his attitude still humble and respectful, as he wiped the water stains on the table for the young man, his tone as lax as any ordinary old man. “The Vajra Pestle may protect the young master for a time, but it cannot contend with the true powers within the Demon Sect. If you wish to die in foreign lands, feel free to try.” Baili Pianpian’s expression stiffened. The old man’s smile became even warmer, his tone affirmative, “This object, if not demonstrating its might, indeed allows you to travel safely through the deserts of the north. However, if this object were to be stained with even a bit of tainted blood, Baili, you… will not be able to leave.” The atmosphere inside the guesthouse began to lighten again, as the demon cultivator guests openly displayed mocking and derisive smiles, their gazes utterly contemptuous and disdainful. Baili Pianpian felt as if his face had been fiercely slapped, the pain burning. He had initially thought that having rarely entered Penglai Immortal Island, and even exchanging the most confidential information in the Immortal Alliance to successfully obtain the Demon-suppressing Vajra Pestle forged with the life’s effort of Young Master Xue Cheng, he would be unrivaled in the desert and could help his father to achieve great deeds. However, he had not expected that the Vajra Pestle, once feared by all demons, now couldn’t even intimidate an ancient demon. Looking at himself, intimidated by the old man’s few words to the extent that the Vajra Pestle in his hand felt exceptionally heavy. He even harbored a faint worry that if what the old man said was true, and the rune was damaged in this land of demons, suppressing the demon cultivators here, he truly might end up imprisoned. “With friends coming from afar, is it not a delight?” The old man set up the wine gracefully, his smile unchanged, “If the young master truly intends to be a guest, I shall certainly not dare to neglect, but as for the guest’s manners, surely the young master does not need an old man to teach them?” At that moment, the face of Baili Pianpian could no longer hold the earlier look of triumph. He scowled, carefully tucking the Vajra Pestle into his chest, and remained silent. “Young master… this mission is of utmost importance; you must return the sealed head from the desert to the Immortal Alliance, at all costs…” A disciple following behind him whispered hesitantly. “Shut up!” Baili Pianpian snapped, his haughty gaze turning fierce, “When did I ever say I would back down in the middle of a fight!” He took a deep breath, the spicy taste wreaking havoc and burning in his chest. He clenched the wine cup and ground his teeth, “Let’s see how things go and stay here for now.” As people inside the guesthouse looked at Baili Pianpian, he too scanned every person swiftly and unnoticed. Including the delicate figure behind the black drapery. Clearly, today, their target was the same. Baili Pianpian was not surprised that these demon cultivators could have known about this confidential information in advance because the Wandao Immortal Alliance had obtained the information about the head from the Demon Sect. If there were no demons in this place, that would truly be strange. At this thought, Baili Pianpian’s mood suddenly lightened. Because in this guesthouse, although nine out of ten were demon cultivators, their Realm Cultivation was mostly only at the Kaiyuan Realm, with only two or three at the peak of Kaiyuan, yet always struggling to break through to Seascape. In the Deserted City, to attract such flies, was already the limit. The current plan, only before drawing in the truly terrifying and powerful members of the Demon Clan, was to uncover the secret of the sand well. As for this swarm of flies, they were relatively easy to deal with. Baili Pianpian gave his subordinates a subtle signal and set down the wine cup, preparing to go upstairs to find a room for rest. “Ding ling… Ding ling…” Just then, a crisp bell sound broke the quiet ancient desert road. The harsh sunlight seemed to suddenly grow dim. For on the ancient road of the Deserted City, a black horse had appeared at some unknown time. The black horse’s body was pitch black, its eyes even darker, too deep and cold as if they belonged to some demon below the Nine Nethers. The blistering heat of the daytime desert seemed inexplicably tinged with a chill. The horse was led by a middle-aged man. On its back sat a girl who appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen. She was dressed in a tattered cloak, the hood and hair tousled by the wind, with two tufts sticking up on either side. The girl’s skin was exceptionally pale, like the freezing snow on the mountain tops, cold and devoid of warmth, her large eyes murky, looking as if she had not slept well for a long time, with deep dark circles and no luster in her gaze. Under the cloak, her bare white feet, with tender ankles tied with a pale blue anklet. Apparently, the ethereal bell sound on the ancient road just now must have originated from here. Inside the guesthouse, the Snow Lion, who had been drunk and asleep behind the curtain, snorted loudly and opened its eyes. The man leading the horse stopped at the guesthouse entrance, this ordinary-looking middle-aged man looked towards Baili Pianpian, his gaze landing on the chest where the Vajra Pestle was hidden, then he slightly smiled. The Vajra Pestle, a lifetime’s work of the Immortal Xue Cheng, would not crumble just from a glance. However, the shadows reflected on the guesthouse’s surrounding walls, in an instant, all separated from their heads, and the shadows of blood followed suit chaotically. Baili Pianpian’s complexion turned extremely pale, seated on the chair, he dared not move, for apart from him, no disciple of the Wandao Immortal Alliance was left standing securely within the guesthouse.

Chapter 256 - 256 254 Buried Bones in a Foreign Land

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