The sky gradually brightened, yet the city still appeared sowhat quiet.
Accompanied by the sharp sound of a whip cracking, a rather spacious carriage passed through the deserted street, heading straight for the city gate. The carriage wheels rolled over the yellow stone-paved ground, emitting a slight rumbling sound.
The person driving the horse was a man about thirty years old, sitting upright in the driver's seat.
His face was white and beardless, with a pair of triangular eyes that looked quite fierce. Even the still-sleepy guards were intimidated by a re glance from the man with triangular eyes, imdiately shivering.
Burying the little sches in their hearts, they hastily opened the city gate. The carriage barely paused even for a mont, not slowing down, charging straight onto the gray road outside, pulled by four horses, with enough strength to disappear in no ti.
The guards at the gate let out a long sigh of relief, not realizing the cold sweat on their foreheads, drawing mockery from a companion who had just passed by. Feeling indignant, the guard retorted:
"If you were to be stared at by those triangular eyes, you'd be worse than !"
"That gaze truly was fierce, undoubtedly a bloodthirsty scoundrel!"
The soldier opposite was indifferent, casually jesting. The two argued for a while, causing enough commotion to draw the attention of the guard captain, who, after hearing their argunt, furrowed his thick brows and reprimanded in a low voice:
"All right, enough talking."
"Do what you're supposed to do. Recently, several families in the city with connections to Jianghu sects, as well as those shady characters underground, have gotten into so unknown trouble, causing quite a few disturbances. You guys better stick to guarding the gate honestly and keep your nonsense to yourselves!"
"If you provoke soone you shouldn't, you won't even know how you died!"
The two soldiers shivered at the rebuke, recalling the recent occurrences in the city, unable to help but shiver again, their expressions changing.
In the past few days, several well-known figures with widespread connections in Jianghu have t disasters. Golden Blade Invincible had two eye-sized holes pierced into his golden blade, and the one proclaiming to pacify the four corners encountered a ghost in the middle of the night, nearly succumbing to madness. He is now almost half-dead.
The two instinctively shrank back, losing any desire to argue, feeling as if a cold breeze was blowing on their necks, chilling them.
......
"The news Qingfeng gathered in the city these past few days is all here."
"Still, no news of the Great Wilderness Stronghold."
Inside the carriage, Wang Anfeng placed a few sheets of parchnt on the little table and pushed them towards the woman shrouded in a cloak opposite him, his voice calm.
Without a word, she accepted the parchnt and quickly browsed through them.
Through the cloak's slit, one could see that the woman had rather delicate eyes, appearing only around twenty years old, yet lacking the innocence befitting that age, instead being quite deep and repressive, her body covered tightly, carrying a faint fragrance.
Other than Wang Anfeng, even Gu Qinghan had to take elixirs to resist, being careful lest they experience swirling blood and dizziness, forced to maintain a distance from Lv Yingbo to avoid being affected.
Though Lv Yingbo lost all mories related to the Great Wilderness Stronghold due to the White Tiger Hall Master's sche, her understanding of herself remained unaffected thanks to her inherent strength.
After Wang Anfeng explained the situation to her, she quickly accepted her circumstances and has been cooperating in their efforts, with a month passing since then.
During this ti, they would rest whenever passing through an Oasis City.
Wang Anfeng recuperated in inns, cultivating and ditating, while Gu Qinghan and others searched for information on the Great Wilderness Stronghold. As the Jianghu was aware of "Blade Madman having once shattered the Great Wilderness Stronghold of Great Qin", the two who valued their lives didn't suspect anything.
Instead, when Wang Anfeng 'casually' ntioned that the Great Wilderness Stronghold held many treasures, combined with Blade Madman's 'coincidental' disinterest in wealth, their enthusiasm grew.
Despite their dedicated efforts over the past month, most of the information they obtained remained re rumors, with occasional truths being months old. The cavalry under the Great Wilderness Stronghold moved like the wind; by the ti they reach an incident site, it was already too late.
After finishing the stack of parchnts, Lv Yingbo placed them on the table, paused, and said:
"At this rate, even searching a lifeti would yield no results in finding the Great Wilderness Stronghold."
Even within the carriage, Wang Anfeng sat upright, his eyes not on Lv Yingbo, holding a book with his right hand, flipping through it while casually saying:
"Do you have any better ideas now?"
Lv Yingbo remained silent.
Wang Anfeng's gaze swept over the pages of the book in his hands, silently calculating. After turning to the next page and reading a few lines, he flipped back to review the last few lines again, progressing slowly—this superior text from the Dongfang Clan never failed to make his mind boggle.
However, aside from gathering information, only mystical arts remained as a dependable resource.
After all, within the Western Regions, there was no possibility of relying on Great Qin's Ministry of Punishnt's intelligence network. Though he suspected its mbers existed even outside the territory, Jiu Zizai hadn't disclosed much upon departure. All Wang Anfeng could do now was to diligently cultivate mystical arts.
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