Chapter 1189: Chapter 219: Heavenly Secrets and Mystical Arts
The other party consisted of two Parthians dressed as herdsn, a common sight in Parthia, yet these two seed not to be living well.
The younger one was only in his teens, with lingering traces of innocence in his features. The older man was already in his forties or fifties. Both wore sowhat worn-out fur clothing, with dark patches on the cuffs and shoulders, as if they hadn’t been washed in a long ti.
A knife hung from the older man’s waist, its bronze handle polished smooth from prolonged use.
Each rode a lean horse. In Parthia, horses and knives are a person’s greatest and most important assets. These two Parthians were carrying all their belongings with them.
After talking for a while, Gu Qinghan climbed onto the carriage. Sheng Zhehan lightly flicked the whip, and the four horses moved into stride, accelerating the carriage forward, quickly leaving the two herdsn behind. Sheng Zhehan seed to ask casually, to which Gu Qinghan rubbed his forehead and sighed with a smile:
“I asked for directions, it’s been so long since I traveled here that I forgot so things.”
“Ah, that old brother, he’s traveling vast distances to find his daughter.”
“He looks quite miserable, so I gave him so rations and qingke wine.”
“Hahaha, gold? What use is gold when there’s wine?”
“Gold attracts horse thieves, while good wine relieves sorrow; this is an eternal truth.”
Far behind after being left by the carriage, a dark-faced man, whose skin was etched by the sun’s rays, took a sip of wine and then glanced in the direction, smiled hoarsely, and said:
“Let’s go, go find your sister.”
“I no longer care, it will be much easier for you at that ti.”
“Live a good life.”
The young boy beside him remained silent.
The man chuckled wordlessly, raised his hand to pat the horse’s back, and the two horses, weaker-looking than people, snorted and trotted forward along the road.
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Lan’ata City is located in the northwest of Parthia, and as soon as you leave the city gates, it’s wilderness.
Heading further northwest, within about a thousand miles, you’ll reach Parthia’s border pass. Leaving the border pass, you can head in any direction to exit Parthia’s territory and enter a large area of unclaid land.
This is the buffer zone between Parthia and several other countries.
The environnt is harsh, and nothing could grow and yield a harvest. The only oasis couldn’t support too many people. There wasn’t much profit, so typically only traveling rchants would pass through here.
Consequently, there are more horse thieves and bandits.
Thanks to Gu Qinghan’s inquiry, Wang Anfeng and the others managed not to stray from the shortest route and successfully reached Lan’ata City before the strong winds rose at night.
As per usual, Wang Anfeng and Lv Yingbo first rested and refreshed themselves in the inn.
anwhile, with their standard Parthian features, Gu Qinghan and Sheng Zhehan went out to gather information. Although it was getting close to night, in such a bustling place, nightti is when information flows most freely, accompanied by the sll of drunkenness, the scent of won’s costics, and so more primal odors that lower people’s defenses.
At that ti, anything you want to know is likely to be found.
Near the border pass, the mixed population included not only Parthian martial artists but also martial artists from other nearby countries who frequently ca and went. With his Qin appearance, Wang Anfeng no longer stood out as much as before, drawing less attention.
The innkeeper ushered them into a private room. Lv Yingbo, still wearing a cloak, hid his appearance entirely, staring blankly at the pedestrians outside.
Wang Anfeng sat beside him, poured himself a cup of tea, and gently chewed on the tea leaves, a subtle bitterness easing the brain fatigue from deducing mystical arts during the journey. anwhile, his Qi chanism gradually spread, ready to encompass the whole inn by the ti Gu Qinghan returned.
This was a technique of the Dongfang Clan’s mystical arts, called Linked Machine.
If unexpected changes occurred, one could seize an advantage.
However, for most mbers of the Dongfang Clan, this was of little use because, due to their cultivation of mystical arts, their cultivation could only reach the Seventh Rank. Competing with experts would render that advantage aningless.
However, when fighting a Seventh Rank Martial Artist, it could be quite beneficial.
At least it would prevent being ambushed or having knockout drugs put in the food.
Wang Anfeng’s thoughts wandered, suddenly realizing that this was probably created by that elder with extrely profound mystical arts skills to prevent the younger generation from being overwheld by the black-market inns while traveling in Jianghu.
Casually, he opened the to, flipping to a later part, and looked at the notes for this mystical art, pausing slightly.
‘In the eleventh month, my younger sister returned from the Mo Family, bringing sothing.’
‘An unexpected creation by a Mo Family Master: sugar, mild and gentle, with a taste much fresher than sugar pills.’
‘Yue’er also liked it a lot, but as her father is two or three decades older than her, she would have plenty of candies in the future, but these could still be eaten, although if I let her eat them, I wouldn’t have any left, so I decided not to give her any.’
‘Thus, I created this technique, not to conceal Heavenly Secrets, but for warning purposes.’
‘Nad “Quick Step,” before Yue’er arrives, in the ti of one step, enough to hide the candy, excellent.’
‘Upon hearing it, my sister was quite dissatisfied, but I disagreed. Who says mystical arts need to be tucked away on high? Only when they are practical for use can they be called arts; otherwise, they’re just so useless and pretentious knowledge that would surely be lost over ti.’
‘Later, my uncle heard about it and requested it.’
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