Wayfarer

Chapter 862: The Venerable Buddha, Liu Miaoyin

Chapter 862: The Venerable Buddha, Liu Miaoyin

"You certainly know quite a bit, don't you?" The head of Snowborne, Han Gucheng, smiled coldly.

"No, that can't be. Snowborne has existed for longer than a millennium. You, Han Gucheng, weren't around a thousand years ago! How could you be the head of Snowborne?" Saint Lun Hui cried out.

"You're a man on the brink of death. Why waste your time asking me questions?" Han Gucheng steadily walked toward Saint Lun Hui.

"You must have killed the real head of Snowborne, replaced him, and deliberately got close to me—all to scheme against me and seize my charm of heavenly law! What a schemer you are!" Saint Lun Hui exclaimed, finally piecing everything together all too late.

Han Gucheng ignored the saint's curses. Surrounded by radiant green light, with the charm of heavenly law glowing within his body, Han Gucheng's aura was steadily growing stronger. He drew a longsword and pointed it at the saint.

The saint's avatar, trapped inside the Ice Casket, was unable to move. He watched Han Gucheng approach as his face twisted with terror. "No! Don't come any closer! The heavens won't forgive you for this!"

"You're nothing more than the heavens' lapdog. Do you really think you're anyone of importance? They won't care even if you're dead. Now, die!" Han Gucheng shouted.

He swung his longsword at the Ice Casket, which trembled and opened up slightly—just enough for his blade to reach the saint's avatar within.

The saint's face was a mask of despair as he foresaw his end. With a hateful glare, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Han Gucheng, the heavens won't forgive you! You'll die a terrible death! Now, explode!"

The saint self-destructed, unleashing a massive explosion that shattered the Ice Casket. The blast sent Han Gucheng flying backward, his clothes torn and tattered.

He picked himself up from the ground, his expression darkening with frustration. "What a nuisance."

After thoroughly checking the area to confirm that the saint was truly dead, Han Gucheng turned and flew off, disappearing into the vast expanse of the ocean.

In the Sieve of Heaven, within a grand hall, Xiao Nanfeng's avatar stood before the blue lotus, which emitted faint wisps of black mist. Within the lotus, the voice of the Venerable Buddha could be heard.

"Senior, it's such a relief to have you back. Shall we try to separate your cursed spiritual avatar from my blue moon?" Xiao Nanfeng asked.

"No! Don't do that."

"Why not?" Xiao Nanfeng asked, puzzled.

"The blue lotus is perfectly suppressing the cursed will of your blue moon, and can protect you from calamity. It's an ideal balance. The fusion is so harmonious that separating us would cause significant damage to your blue moon," the Venerable Buddha explained.

"But if we don't separate, what will happen to you?" Xiao Nanfeng continued, frowning.

"What did you exchange for my life?" the Venerable Buddha asked.

Xiao Nanfeng described how he had sacrificed the golden lotus hoods and black coffin to the primordial altar.

"No wonder. The black coffins were once a powerful cursed king. Unlucky for it, though—its cursed will gave me my life back, and the black coffins themselves imparted me with an unexpected boon."

"A boon?"

"When you performed the sacrifice, you asked the altar to grant me whatever you contributed in excess, and it did just that. The altar communicated its intentions to me, allowing me to bring back a vast reserve of cursed spiritual power and special materials."

"Oh?" Xiao Nanfeng's eyes lit up.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Xiao Nanfeng smiled wryly and said, "Forgive me for staring. Your beauty is overwhelming."

Liu Miaoyin chuckled, not offended. "You've already reached the Golden Immortal realm? How?"

She knew the techniques that Xiao Nanfeng cultivated, as well as how hard it would be to advance them.

"I've had some fortuitous encounters," Xiao Nanfeng replied modestly.

"Oh? Tell me about everything that happened while I was gone," Liu Miaoyin requested, curious.

Xiao Nanfneg nodded and began to recount his recent adventures. Liu Miaoyin's brows furrowed upon hearing just what Xiao Nanfneg had managed.

"In just a few years, you destroyed the divine empire of Dayin, then Hongyue, then orchestrated the downfall of a saint, and then claimed all the treasures of the green knoll hidden realm?" Liu Miaoyin summarized, astonished.

"I was just lucky," Xiao Nanfeng replied modestly.

Liu Miaoyin's eyes lit up. "As expected of the man I favor."

Xiao Nanfeng chuckled. "Senior, your statement's quite easy to misunderstand, you know..."

Liu Miaoyin blinked in confusion before realizing the implications of her words. Her face turned slightly red as she retorted, "You little rascal, what nonsense are you thinking about?"

"Nothing at all, Senior!" Xiao Nanfeng smiled again.

Liu Miaoyin smiled back. She didn't take offense; it was clear she hadn't meant anything by her earlier words.

"As I said, call me Liu Miaoyin, or just Miaoyin if you prefer."

"Very well, Senior Miaoyin," Xiao Nanfeng replied.

Liu Miaoyin gave her a slightly exasperated look, but didn't argue further.

Rising to her feet, she said, "From your description, I believe I have a good grasp of the current situation. Let's go. I'd like to meet with Yu Fuli."

"Very well!" Xiao Nanfeng nodded and stood up as well.

He unsealed the grand hall as he and Liu Miaoyin emerged from within.

A large number of Xiao Nanfeng's subordinates were on guard outside the hall. His sudden seclusion had drawn the attention of many cultivators in the Sieve of Heaven, who were spying on him from afar. When they saw the doors to the hall opening up, they cast curious glances toward the hall—only to see Xiao Nanfeng emerge with a woman shrouded in black fog. Her figure was graceful and lithe. The onlookers were taken aback.

"Didn't Xiao Nanfeng enter secluded cultivation alone? Where did that woman come from?"

"She might be deliberately hiding her appearance, but for some reason, I feel a sense of peace when I gaze at her. I almost want to become her follower..."

"Just what was Xiao Nanfeng and that woman doing together all this time in this hall? Could they have been...?"

A wave of whispers spread throughout the crowd. Had Xiao Nanfeng really been indulging in private pleasures while the Heavenly Emperor was taking on a saint?