When Immortal Ascension Fails Time Travel to Try Again Story 10 - The Spy Who Rocked Too Hard (43/52

Story 10 - The Spy Who Rocked Too Hard (43/52🎸)

From my flying sword, I frowned down at the crowds that littered the festival like ants. One of these assholes might be the man we were looking for. Of course, searching for him would go so much goddamn faster if we knew a general location, but we’d start here.

So that outside vendors could participate, the festival was located in front of the sect, next to where the trials for rogue cultivators took place. Technically, the practice ground where I perford for the first ti was where our concert would be held later. It had already been fixed up by dread painters and outer sect disciples to look like the classic concert grounds that I’d described to Pearlescent Rose.

It had seating, aisles, and a standing area right in front of our epic spiritual wood stage. Using so illumination pearls and tal tubes, I created moving spotlights that so desperate Qi Condensation cultivators would control for a few contribution points a day.

I had also thrown together a formation on a stone that produced a fog illusion as a cheap fog machine. While that didn’t sound like much, the combined effect was going to be badass!

Probably.

I hadn’t had the chance to test everything out.

Most importantly, I taught Shadow Panther and Three Drops how to control the projector I created so that they could turn it on when I gave the signal. When projected onto the beautiful life-size glass statue of myself that I’d created, the hologram looked perfect.

Had I accidentally introduced complex glass sculpture creation to this universe? Yes. Did I give a shit? No. Frankly, it had been so easy to just grab so sand from Fairy Lake and lt it into clear glass with my furnace and formations that I’d forgotten about this era’s lack of complex glass works.

I had also pre-recorded myself playing our entire set and had already tested it out with my band.

Of course, they had asked about how I made the glass statue and projector, but I had no ti to explain, so I’d had to ignore their questions.

… It had been a fucking busy-ass week.

Little Spring flew over to from the other side of the festival. “Sister Linlin. I don’t think we’ll see him from up here. We should probably get a closer look.”

I grimaced. Technically, I should be able to find the guy using my divine sense. Unfortunately, I could only do that if I wanted everyone in the goddamn sect to know I was a rude bastard who was searching for soone. Basically, to use my divine sense the way I’d need to would bring too much attention to us, and, as spies, we couldn’t afford that.

Damn it.

I landed at the festival’s entrance, where disciples and vendors hawked food, talismans, and pills.

Lines of beautifully dressed cultivators in varying colors casually walked down large rows of tents and booths. The scent of roasted lon seeds and cooking spiritual at wafted through the air and mixed with the perfu of the ladies who passed by while fanning themselves.

“Sister Linlin, are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”

::I really want to use my cleaning technique on everything.:: Was it just or did the soul healing I went through make my need for clean worse? Maybe I should add the Dao of Perfect Cleanliness to my Unlimited Dao? Fuck. Whatever. I’d deal with this dirt existing near . “I’m fine.”

He paused like he didn’t trust that I wouldn’t start scouring the whole festival. And I wasn’t sure he was wrong about that.

He pointed to a tent that sold snacks.

“Let’s check out the stalls. I hear there are visiting rchants from all over the continent.” ::And if we pretend that we’re tourists we can look around for that guy without looking suspicious.::

I nodded and followed after the brat, even as I carefully examined everyone I could see. Mostly, I watched how they moved. While it was easy to disguise soone’s exterior, it would be very difficult if they tried to do the sa with their habits.

Little Spring, anwhile, seed to be having the ti of his life, going around to every vendor and buying one or two things from them. He even picked up two sticks of bright red spiritual tanghulu and handed one.

After using my divine sense to make sure they were safe for the kid to eat, I gave in to my need and scoured the two sticks of candied fruit with my cleaning technique. The booth’s immortal chef glared at when he noticed.

What? Who would be crazy enough to trust food from a vendor here?!

Aside from... apparently most people. Fools! All of them.

Little Spring sighed and took a bite of the red candied hawthorn.

I stealthily handed mine to a Qi Condensation girl who wouldn’t stop staring at them and drooling.

The brat rolled his eyes and put his away.

“Sister Linlin, I think your paranoia has beco worse.”

“Good. Paranoia helps you survive.” In this fucked up world, anyway. Not necessarily in my original one.

We moseyed over to the next stall. This one had scarves and inexpensive cloth armor. Not as good as I could make, but not terrible for the realm of most of the cultivators here.

Just as I ran my hand down a beautiful white scarf, I noticed Little Spring stiffen. He suddenly grabbed my arm so tightly that If I hadn’t gone through body cultivation, he would have left a bruise. But that didn’t matter, because he was hyperventilating. And from his energy fluctuations, I could see that he was on the brink of a cultivation deviation. The last one he had was when he’d just started cultivating. If he had another now, I wouldn’t be able to unravel it the sa way, so he could start over again. This would permanently damage him!

The bath had ssed with his energy, so it was reasonable that the warring energies within him would make it easier for this to happen. I should have warned him.

But why was he going through this now? What was the trigger? I had seen this kid weather trials, win tournants, kill assassins, and cry over my almost-dead body. But I had never, not in all the ti I’d known him, seen him react to sothing so strongly.

I imdiately followed the direction his shocked and terror-filled eyes were staring.