Tao Mingxuan took a deep look at the cliff and sighed, "Let’s go."
Jing Ci glanced at Tang Peizhong, and just as Tang Peizhong also looked over, Jing Ci gave him a smile and was about to leave.
Tang Zan had already drawn his sword and stood up; the tear marks on his face had long been dried by the wind, his eyes red and devilish.
He was clearly smiling, but it felt like he was crying.
"Jing Ci, if it weren’t for you kidnapping Shu’er, if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have fallen."
Jing Ci looked innocent: "She ran over here by herself, what does it have to do with ."
Tang Zan said coldly: "She’s dead, so don’t think you can live."
Tang Zan charged at Jing Ci with his sword, his assault so fierce and unstoppable that Jing Ci had to halt and counter his techniques.
Tang Zan’s techniques were vicious and relentless; at first, Jing Ci could dodge, but later, he couldn’t.
It wasn’t until Tang Peizhong intervened that Jing Ci managed to escape from Tang Zan’s grasp, though he was in a miserable state, with his abdon injured by Tang Zan.
Tang Peizhong glared at Tang Zan, his gaze full of reproach.
"Tang Zan!"
Tang Zan shot a cold glance at Tang Peizhong, sending chills down Tang Peizhong’s spine.
Xuan Liu quickly said, "Master, there’s no sign of your wife at the bottom of the cliff. I’m afraid..."
...really struck by lightning and turned to ashes.
Tang Zan said, "I will look for her myself."
anwhile, Shu’er, taking advantage of the lull in the thunder, continued to fall and relied on her spatial skills to cushion the descent’s gravity and inertia.
But with only four ters left, Shu’er was severely drained and couldn’t enter the space again, feeling so dizzy she could vomit.
She fell straight down, hit her head, and passed out.
At this mont, a monk in white robes appeared, tall and with a tear mole at the corner of his eye, his features exquisite and handso, surrounded by an aura of nobility and tranquility.
He was initially on the mountain to gather firewood and then saw Shu’er falling off the cliff.
She lay there without a breath of life.
In his calm black eyes, there was not a single ripple, as if he completely ignored that there was a person here.
Not at all like a compassionate monk, but rather like a cold, emotionless machine.
Shu’er awoke at this mont and saw the monk in front of her.
She looked around at her surroundings, realizing she was likely at the cliff’s bottom and needed to leave imdiately.
If not, how sad would Tang Zan be?
"Little monk, is there a way up here?"
Only then did Zhen Xu stop and look at Shu’er, his eyes blank.
"No path."
His voice was very pleasant, like the sound of a flowing spring.
Shu’er also believed it; the cliff was so steep, it’s unlikely there’d be a path, finding a way up would indeed be difficult.
Just as she was about to speak, the White Tiger in the space called out.
Shu’er quickly said, "Little monk, wait for , I need to bring my mother."
Zhen Xu neither spoke nor stopped, continuing to walk on his own.
Shu’er quickly moved to a hidden place and released Shen Wanqing.
Shen Wanqing slowly opened her eyes and imdiately saw Shu’er, but she didn’t recognize her, instead backing away a bit in fear.
Shu’er hurriedly said, "Mother, it’s ."
Shen Wanqing’s eyes lit up, and she happily embraced Shu’er.
"Shu’er, thank goodness you’re alright."
She still felt chilled recalling the earlier scene; fortunately, her daughter was unhard.
Shu’er smiled slightly: "Mother, rest assured, I tricked Tang Qingrou into the exchange."
Shen Wanqing nodded repeatedly: "Mother knows Shu’er is resourceful, that Tang Qingrou was truly deserving of it."
Shu’er smirked.
After saying this, Shen Wanqing looked around and noticed a large pond.
Further up was an extrely steep mountain.
She had no idea how they ended up in this place.
Shu’er helped Shen Wanqing up before walking towards Zen Master Zhenxu.
Zen Master Zhenxu, tall and long-legged, had walked so far ahead he was almost out of sight.
Shu’er hurriedly brought Shen Wanqing along quickly to finally catch up with Zhen Xu.
She knew that since there was a monk here, there might be a temple, offering shelter for her and her mother.
She also noticed the monk’s indifference and maintained her distance, only following him.
But the road beca steeper the further they walked, and Shen Wanqing beca hesitant to proceed.
Shu’er quickly fashioned her a walking stick, and the two continued behind Zen Master Zhenxu.
Moreover, the longer they walked, the more familiar Shu’er felt this path.
With the indifferent monk and the tough, rugged mountain path beneath Dazi’s cliff.
Shu’er rembered that the main character, Lin Shiyao, had coincidentally been here?
And then discovered an exceptionally rare herb that could cure many terminal illnesses.
Furthermore, there was an iron mine here, a very large iron mine.
The iron mine behind the mountain wasn’t much, just enough for building steel and water pipes.
If there was this iron mine now, not only could the people of Deserted Mountain arm themselves, the Gulan soldiers could also be equipped.
Even if they couldn’t match the Dazi in physical prowess, with the right weapons, they wouldn’t be powerless in battle.
However, Shu’er heard sounds of soone mining ahead, and indeed saw a group upon moving forward.
Silently, Shu’er morized this location, since it was an era where one claid what they saw.
When convenient, she could co back here to mine as well.
With space at her disposal, mining was most profitable.
Shen Wanqing, exhausted to the point of coughing constantly, was quickly carried by Shu’er on her back.
Shen Wanqing was about to say sothing when Shu’er laughed: "Don’t worry, Mother, I’ve gotten much stronger lately, even working on the Deserted Mountain."
The main reason, though, was the imnse transformation her body underwent due to the Spiritual Spring Water, and those cultivation techniques.
Now, lifting Shen Wanqing was effortless for her.
After a long walk, they finally sighted a mountain temple.
This temple, though not grand, was nestled deep in the mountains, exuding a sense of tranquility.
Zhen Xu entered without looking back once, remaining cold throughout.
Shu’er thought about Zen Master Zhenxu’s extre indifference, reaching an exasperating level.
Even though Zhen Xu later beca secular, grew his hair, and even engaged in power struggles.
However, Shu’er’s opinion of Zhen Xu remained constant and unchanged.
The man utterly lacked a heart.
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