Chapter 18
Shoo shoo shoo, you are not a woman. Dont you find yourself disgusting to smile at
for a day? Lu Chen snorts. He casually sits on one of the chairs facing the counter and leans forward.
Old Ma stares at him. His frowns slightly and asks solemnly, What happened?
Lu Chen suppresses his voice and speaks. The voice is so hushed such that it couldnt even be heard clearly even in the quiet tavern. Perhaps, only Old Ma who is at close proximity to him can hear those words clearly.
As Old Ma listens, his face suddenly darkens. He sits up straight and ponders for a mont. Then, he glances at Lu Chen and says, Are you sure you didnt see wrongly?
Lu Chen replies plainly, That incident that happened in there back then, what else would I have not seen before?
Old Ma nods his head and continues asking with a hushed voice, Of what tier is that secret ssage?
Lu Chen frowns. After thinking for a short mont, he replies, That is quite a weird location. There is a tree with two leaves on the secret ssage. At most, he would only be of the rank of a xiangzhu in the demonic cult.
Old Mas expressions lightens as he says, From the looks of it, they dont seem to be looking for you? Could it be the remnants of the Three Realm Divine Cult sneaking into this location to recruit new mbers?
Lu Chen humphs and says, Isnt this too coincidental?
Old Ma nods his head and says, I got it. I will investigate it thoroughly, so rest easy. However, didnt the Thousand Autumn Doors kill a hidden remnant of the demonic cult just a few days ago, perhaps the mbers of the demonic cult are here for it?
Lu Chen shrugs and replies, I hope so. Anyway, be careful about this matter.
Old Ma replies, Rest easy.
Lu Chen stands up and prepares to leave. However, just when he is about to step away, he stops yet again. He turns around to look at Old Ma, Theres still another matter. Help
look into it while youre at it.
Old Ma says, What is it?
Lu Chen says, There seems to be a young scholar who just arrived at the opposite bank of the stream. He has a handso face and he is skilled in drawing. I have never t that person before. Help
look into the background of that man.
Oh. Old Ma replies, Got it, its just a small matter.
The sky darkens and there is nothing but silence.
Yet another night has arrived and the small village descends into its slumber. It seems exceptionally cold and lonely under the embrace of the darkness.
Lu Chen lies on his bed in the straw cottage. The interior of the cottage is pitch black.
He closes his eyes, but he couldnt fall asleep.
In silence, humans would tend to recall the past. This kind of thoughts isnt sothing humans are able to control. Thus, even if it is mories which one wants to forget, it would be dredged up uncontrollably.
Despite not being a dream, the mont the eyes are closed, it feels like a descend into a nightmare that is hard to awake from. Sotis there are screams of agony, sotis shrieks of pain, sotis the cold flash of a sword and sotis the fearso and excruciating pain. Of course, the one that conquers most of all is the furious dance of the black flas.
He opens his eyes in the darkness and shakes his head in an attempt to fling off those hateful mories. Turning around, a wind starts to pick up outside the straw cottage. That is the mountainous breeze which blows down from the mountain. It seems to be a little agitated in the night. Lu Chen concentrates for a mont and there seems to be so so distortions in the sound.
A slight and faint distortion
He stands up, covers himself with a shirt and walks out. Only then does he realised that the clouds of tonight seems exceptionally thick. There are only a few stars twinkling in the distant, creating an eerie atmosphere to the night.
The mountainous wind whistles past coldly. Lu Chen turns around and sees a few shadows moving in the darkness. Sha sha sha, a faint and bizarre sounds intertwines and travels along with the wind.
There isnt fear or surprise on Lu Chens face. He stares silently at the cliff of the mountain. After awhile, his gaze shifts towards the top of the tea mountain.
Those weird sounds may seem eerie but it is actually just the unique sound of the rustling of the leaves as the mountainous wind blows through the countless Spirit Tea Leaves. In the dark and silent night, it sounds like the wailing of the ghosts but there is no aning behind it.
Lu Chen doesnt bear any fear at all. He stares at the east foothill at the back of the tea mountain. Then, he mumbles to himself, Doesnt seem to be any movents from the swallows tonight?
He has been living here for the past decade, so he is very familiar with this tea mountain. This include the depression known as the Mourning Ghost Chasm. He has once climbed up to visit it.
That depression isnt really small. Looking at it from the top is quite a spectacular sight. There are thousands of swallows or so living by the rock walls. However, Lu Chen doesnt know whether they are the Red-beaked Crimson Feather Swallows that Hong Chuan ntioned about today.
In Lu Chens impression, that flock of swallows seem to be normal flying beasts. They arent spirit beasts with spirit mark on them. Logically, a disciple of an established sect like Kunlun wouldnt be interested in this kind of useless material.
Or rather, is there so hidden treasure in the depression that drew the attention of a disciple from a reputable sect like him?
At this point, Lu Chens heart moves. However, he shakes his head, choosing not to interfere in it. For the sake of his safety, he has once looked into the location and he didnt find any natures treasures in there. Anyway, even if one exists in there, it would just be his fate.
At this point, he intend to return back to sleep. Just that, when he pushes the door of the straw cottage, he hears gulong, the sound of a deep rumbling from sowhere in the darkness.
That sound wasnt soft. Although it cant be considered to be sharp or harsh, it traveled very far in the night. Lu Chen halts instantly and looks towards the source of the sound, only to see that it is pitch-black. It ca from the deep lake at the foot of the mountain.
Lu Chen frowns. He is a little surprised. That deep lake is at the foot of the tea mountain and its depth is hard to asure. Due to the water becoming freezing cold from a depth of 6 chi onwards, a temperature which ordinary people find it hard to bear, there has been no one who had dived into it before.
6 chi -> 2 ter
All these years, the deep lake has been sitting quietly in the depths of the village. The clear stream originates from the lake and flows through the village. It has been living harmoniously along with this little mountainous village for countless ages.
Lu Chen considers and eventually, he decides to check out the lake. Not too long later, he arrives at the lake. Widening his eyes to take a better look, he releases a hng sound from his mouth after a short mont. From the faint light from the stars, he could see that there is a person floating on the lake.
In the middle of a night, for a person float on top of this deep lake, it is indeed quite a frightening sight. At the sa ti, the wind blows mournfully for a very long ti, making the sight even more sinister.
Lu Chen seems to be oblivious to this sinister atmosphere. Rather, he knits his eyebrow at the sight of the floating figure. After a short mont, he mutters, Why does he look so familiar
Xiangzhu translates literally to Incense Master.
It is similar to the position of a Hall Master (maybe one tier lower, unsure until the structure of the demonic cult is revealed)
Not sure if you all have watch Lu Ding Ji (The Deer and the Cauldron), but the main character Wei Xiaobao is an Incense Master in a sect.
Will change it if a better na appears.
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