Who Brought Him into Chapter 435 - 377: Just Like an Old Enemy

Chapter 435: Chapter 377: Just Like an Old Enemy

When Han Yu was brought to a small garden by a young cultivator, Xiao Shui was half-reclining in a deck chair, squinting at the sky.

Upon seeing Han Yu arrive, Xiao Shui greeted him with a smile and pointed to another empty deck chair beside him, laughing as he said.

"Today isn’t suitable for tea, mind lying down together for a while?"

Han Yu chuckled without saying a word and directly lay down on the other chair.

"In the past, when I had nothing to do, I loved to move a chair here and lie down for a bit."

Xiao Shui squinted his eyes, letting the sun slightly seep into his gaze, feeling a warm and gentle sensation like the first ti a spark burned in his heart.

Han Yu just smiled; there had been a chair standing here, and soone had been lying on it.

This was once the small garden where Xiao Shui lived, the only place in the Xiao Mansion that hadn’t changed much.

"People tend to be sowhat nostalgic. When the Xiao Mansion was being renovated, I specifically asked them not to touch this place."

Xiao Shui looked around, everything changing very little, still like his mories.

"You’ve co twice, how co I haven’t seen your clansn."

Han Yu followed his gaze, looking around, and suddenly asked curiously.

Previously, Xiao Shui also ntioned returning with his clan to settle, yet Han Yu hadn’t seen anyone from the Xiao Family except him.

The whole Xiao Family, as Ou Mingdong said, was left with only cultivators.

Xiao Shui seed to not have expected Han Yu to ask this, slightly stunned before quickly smiling.

"Minzhou City is no longer suited for them; after returning for less than half a month, they left again. The Xiao Family has many businesses; anywhere can be ho."

Actually, where the Xiao Family is located doesn’t matter, and neither does Xiao Shui’s answer, because Han Yu knew beforehand the Xiao Family mbers never returned.

Since Fatty Zhu’s response, Ling Wuce had activated the entire city’s dark scouts to investigate the Xiao Family thoroughly.

Their relationship wasn’t particularly deep, so aside from the Celestial Water Sect affair, they had no other common ground.

Han Yu didn’t like playing gas, having no past to recount, naturally getting straight to the point.

"Actually, Fatty Zhu sent us a ssage back."

Us, naturally referring to him and Ling Wuce’s group.

Surely, Xiao Shui couldn’t be unaware of a Vice Tower Master from the Fifth Tower being here.

"Hmm!"

Xiao Shui shook the chair, letting out an indulgent nasal sound.

"He should be doing well!"

He showed no signs of panic after being exposed, rather asking with a charming smile.

"He’s okay, just afraid to go out, worried about bad luck."

Han Yu also pulled a smile.

"Actually, our reunion timing isn’t right."

Xiao Shui suddenly sighed.

"According to the cliché, after you helped , upon our next eting, it should have been after I’ve achieved success and fa, right?"

Yet life doesn’t abide by that cliché.

Han Yu appeared just like that again, disrupting his life once more, altering his path.

"Mind sharing your secrets? I have plenty of ti to listen today."

Han Yu shrugged at this, resting his foot against the rocking chair and sitting upright.

"I’m quite bothered by this; everyone has their secrets, and since they’re secrets, who would willingly disclose them?"

Xiao Shui shook his head, smiling faintly.

"Who says that? I’m quite forthcoming, for example, I can sense Divine Techniques, and I can tell you that."

Han Yu grinned widely.

Xiao Shui’s expression beca frozen; able to sense Divine Techniques?

"Any Divine Power User, even burrowing underground, can’t escape my perception, so if at night they crawl on the ground in the shadows, it’s akin to being stark naked."

As they spoke, Xiao Shui’s face no longer smiled, instead, it looked slightly grim.

Therefore, Han Yu already knew about visiting the greenhouse.

"Ti is abundant, we’re all acquaintances, just chat freely. Perhaps I’ll need your assistance with so matters."

If the Fire Spirit was with Xiao Shui, Han Yu would naturally want it from him.

Xiao Shui fell silent for a mont, then gazed up with a complex look.

"I can’t help with your matters, moreover, your ti is actually running out."

...

Ti certainly was limited.

After observing the skies, the appointed two-hour had almost passed.

One mile outside Minzhou City’s gate, he rose into the air using Sword Control, casting a glance towards the city, then took out a porcelain bottle from his robe.

The task given by Xiao Shui was simple: open the porcelain bottle here during the two-hour period.

Aside from this, it couldn’t be opened at any other ti or place.

Xiao Shui’s expression had been solemn when giving instructions, as if fearing he would ss things up.

The steward glanced at the porcelain bottle, wondering what it contained to make his master so cautious.

How difficult could it be just to open a bottle?

Xiao Shui’s words before departure also left him puzzled.

"After this job, you’ll no longer need to reflect upon yourself."

Could it be the master was going to employ him?

The steward speculated, feeling a slight delight.

Why not ask after returning?

Pleased with himself, he impatiently pulled out the wooden plug from the porcelain bottle.

As the plug was removed, a chill rushed to his core, and while he was perplexed, both hands were already covered in black liquid.

"What is this cursed thing!"

Startled, the steward quickly shook his hands desperately, noticing these things all erged from the bottle, promptly tossing the bottle far away.

The porcelain bottle spraying black liquid as it crashed heavily onto the ground.

With several cracks, the bottle expanded like blowing air, becoming increasingly larger, more fissures appearing.

Until finally the entire porcelain bottle expanded like a giant vat.

Break!

With a resounding blast, the porcelain bottle shattered into powder.

A mass of black erged from the debris, stretching out as if compassing, growing larger and larger.

When the silhouette appeared towering like a mountain, the steward was petrified...

By the ti he thought of fleeing, it was too late, those stubborn black substances had already adhered to him, the black connecting to the massive shadow.

In just a blink, the steward couldn’t even put up a struggle before becoming a mummified corpse.

"Ah!"

The creature that had erged radiated fierce rage, as though anger bottled up for ages erupted at that mont.

The city before it beca the best outlet for its fury, the best hunting ground.

Hundreds of black serpents erged, slapping the ground like octopus tentacles, rushing forward swiftly.

Minzhou City.

Ling Wuce’s group had just sensed the unusual ground tremors when people from the Cultivator Institute frantically ca running.

"Mon.... Monster, the monster has appeared outside the city."

One of the cultivators blurted incoherently.

"What monster, be clear!"

Ling Wuce shouted, reprimanding impatiently.

The cultivator swallowed and steadied himself, hurrying to speak, "The kind of monster that attacked several sects has appeared outside the city gate!"

Damn it!

Ling Wuce’s expression changed; this was critical.

"Quickly gather the residents for evacuation, hurry, hurry!"

He couldn’t afford to delay; wherever that monster appears, nurous cultivator deaths would follow.

Cultivators couldn’t preserve their lives against such a monster, let alone ordinary people.

"Esteed seniors, please lend a hand; we mustn’t let this monster enter the city!"

Ling Wuce’s face was grim, already picturing how terrifying it would be if the monster entered.

...

"Is this your tactic?"

Han Yu descended slowly from the sky, mocking at Xiao Shui.

Not to ntion that this monster poses any threat to him; even thinking to use it to delay him was unrealistic.

"Naturally, it’s not just this."

Xiao Shui nodded calmly, leaving so backup was essential while executing plans, and thankfully, he was adequately prepared.

Looking at Xiao Shui’s composed face, Han Yu suddenly laughed, seemingly recalling sothing amusing.

"Why the laughter?"

Xiao Shui frowned, puzzled by how Han Yu could still laugh.

"I just realized your face is starting to resemble Seeking Death Taoist’s from back then..."