Chapter 101: Siming Mountain Palace (Seeking Recommendations, Asking for Bookmarks)
As the aged voice echoed from outside the courtyard, a profound and overwhelming spiritual force surged forth, so vast it seemed to cover the sky. The golden fist shadow suspended midair, once invincible, involuntarily faltered for a moment.
Then, with a flicker, the golden fist shadow transformed into streaks of golden light, swiftly retracting from the air and flowing back into the body of a gray-clad youth.
Liang Yan withdrew his divine power, standing firm in place with a wary expression as he turned to look outside the courtyard.
At that moment, a white light roared in from beyond the gate, swiftly passing overhead. When the light dissipated, it revealed a white crane. Perched atop the crane was a frail old woman, her hair white as snow, her skin wrinkled and sagging, hair disheveled, teeth worn, and eyes half-closed as if on the brink of sleep, embodying the image of someone nearing the end of her days.
The old woman entered the courtyard and raised her hand, forming three magical seals. Three streaks of white light flashed by and vanished into the three frenzied zombies. Instantly, the once-raging zombies stood obediently like docile sheep, hands lowered, heads bowed, motionless.
“Thank you, young friend, for your mercy,” the old woman said calmly. Even as she spoke, her eyes seemed never to have opened fully, making it unclear if she truly looked at the person she addressed.
Liang Yan naturally paid no mind to this, for this person was a genuine late Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, far beyond his ability to challenge.
“Heh, elder, you flatter me! May I ask what matter brings you to invite us here?” Liang Yan smiled slightly, subtly edging two steps closer to the gate.
“There is no need for tension, young friend. Our meeting is purely coincidental. My original intention was to see Master Ji,” she said, turning toward Ji Lai. With a serious expression, she cupped her hands and said, “Master Ji, my niece’s mischievous antics led to this invitation. It was not my intention. I am here to apologize on her behalf.”
At these words, Liang Yan was stunned into silence. This venerable elder, a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, was actually willing to humble herself before a Qi Refining cultivator? Surely he must have misheard.
“Granny Crane!” Murong Xuewei scolded from the side. “That man is nothing but a lecherous rogue, weak and pitiful. There is no reason to treat him with such respect!”
“Silence!” The old woman’s face darkened as she reprimanded sternly. “Hurry and remove the poison from Master Ji!”
Seeing this, Murong Xuewei could only pout in reluctance. She stepped forward, took out a small red vial from her bosom, opened it, and waved it under Ji Lai’s nose.
Ji Lai inhaled lightly, and the pallor on his face gradually flushed with color. He moved his limbs slightly and then sprang out of the coffin.
“Haha! It’s always better when elders are reasonable. After all, it’s uncivilized for a young lady to be involved in fighting and killing. Especially for a transcendent beauty like Miss Xuewei to consort with these disgusting corpses—it’s truly improper!” Ji Lai grinned shamelessly, his roguish eyes darting incessantly over Xuewei.
“Ji! I warn you, if you keep ogling like that, I’ll gouge out those eyes and feed them to the zombies!” Murong Xuewei snapped angrily.
Ji Lai smiled sheepishly. “How could I dare? If there is nothing else, Daoist Liang and I will take our leave.”
“Daoist Liang may leave,” the old woman said, “but Master Ji, could you stay a moment longer? I have matters to discuss with you.”
“Oh?” Ji Lai’s face clouded with suspicion. “Elder, you jest. What could a Foundation Establishment cultivator have to discuss with a Qi Refining junior like me?”
“Heh, I have come to speak of the matter of the Shanmeng Palace,” the old woman replied leisurely.
Ji Lai’s expression shifted. After a pause, he suddenly pointed at Liang Yan. “In that case, Brother Liang must not leave either. He is part of this matter as well.”
“What?!” The old woman looked surprised, scrutinizing Liang Yan once more before asking Ji Lai, “Are you certain?”
“Almost without doubt. I once divined for Brother Liang. He is indeed involved in the expedition to Shanmeng Palace.”
Even Liang Yan was shocked. He glanced at Ji Lai and asked gravely, “Shanmeng Palace? I’ve never even heard of it before.”
“Brother Liang, do not be too quick to deny it,” Ji Lai smiled faintly. “Can you tell us who poisoned you?”
Liang Yan pondered briefly, then answered truthfully, “The person called himself Yun Xuzi.”
“Then it is him!” Before Ji Lai could speak, the old woman interjected, “That thieving old Daoist! Poisoning others fits his style perfectly.”
Liang Yan was confused and could only step forward respectfully. “I was mistakenly poisoned by Yun Xuzi and know nothing of these affairs. Could the elder please enlighten me?”
The old woman glanced at him. “Since you are also involved, naturally you may hear.”
She paused, then continued, “I am called the Crane Matron, head of the Yunhe Sect of Zhao Kingdom. I have come to this Shanmeng Mountain to explore a certain relic.”
“A relic?”
“Yes. This relic was left behind by a great being. We know nothing of his name or cultivation, only that because it is located in Shanmeng Mountain, we call it Shanmeng Palace. Ten years ago, a group accidentally entered it, but only one survived. Though he escaped with his life, he was gravely injured and died within two years after returning.”
“Before death, he revealed that the place held great treasures. Though secret, nothing stays hidden forever. This message reached the seven sects of Zhao Kingdom, whose leaders then joined forces eight years ago to explore Shanmeng Palace together.”
“I see,” Liang Yan nodded. “So that expedition eight years ago ended in failure.”
“Exactly. When the seven sect leaders reached the relic according to the map left behind, they found at the entrance a strange Daoist formation called the ‘Gate of Disaster.’”
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