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Chapter 341 The Silk Road

In Shuanglou Town, at an unnamed restaurant.

Xiao Er glanced at the two women sitting at the table by the window with terrifying smiles on their faces and subconsciously swallowed.

'Are these two out of their minds?'

With that thought in mind, he hurriedly left the second floor after serving all the dishes.

Unaware of what the waiter was thinking, the slightly younger girl at the table fiddled with the dishes and muttered, "Sister Miao, do you think we've made a wasted trip this time?"

Upon hearing this, the mature woman known as "Sister Miao" let out a chilling laugh: "Hehe, it's better if such things happen less often. I'm sure the Master doesn't want us to constantly report to Him whether a chosen target has appeared on the Silk Road."

".Too."

"Let's go, Big Rope, let's see what's going on this time."

As soon as she finished speaking, the mature woman stood up and started to walk downstairs.

But at that moment, the girl couldn't help but ask, "Sister Miao, then why did we order such a big table of food?"

When asked, Sister Miao stiffened for a moment, then said in a somewhat dry tone, "That's how it's always portrayed in storybooks; ordering a huge table of dishes is in line with our status."

"Yes, yes."

Just as the girl was about to ask something, a series of footsteps suddenly came from the stairwell.

Upon hearing the sound, the two men grinned again, revealing their terrifying smiles.

The guests who had just arrived on the second floor of the restaurant were stunned upon seeing this scene.

Seeing this, the girl and the mature woman exchanged a glance and then fled from the second floor as if escaping.

After leaving the restaurant, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl rubbed her stiff cheeks and complained with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Sister Miao, why does the organization stipulate that we have to put on that grumpy face when we go on missions?"

"Sigh, Master, if I had known, wouldn't I have told you already?"

During their conversation, the two, one big and one small, arrived at a large gate with red and black lanterns hanging on it.

After passing through a long, narrow corridor, a small square suddenly came into view.

Looking at the noisy scene in front of them, the two unconsciously put on that terrifying smile.

Just then, the girl named "Big Rope" seemed to remember something and whispered to the person beside her, "Sister Miao, do you think we'll run into the Nine Realms Gate again this time?"

".Shouldn't it be possible?"

Upon hearing this, Sister Miao was also somewhat uncertain, after all, they had encountered members of the Nine Realms Sect in the previous two missions.

Strangely enough, the Nine Realms Sect rarely interacted with the Thousand Machine Hall before, but recently, for some unknown reason, they have been frequently encountering disciples of the sect.

More importantly, these guys have completely changed their arrogant attitude and are now surprisingly nice.

It should be noted that although the Thousand Machines Sect can be considered a major sect, it is obviously no match for the number one sect in the world of supernatural powers.

Miao Jie did ask the owner, but he only told them to ignore these stupid dogs.

The phrase "stupid dog" is the owner's original wording.

"Speaking of which, Sister Miao, have you noticed that every time we run into those guys from the Nine Realms Gate, it seems like we always end up being chosen as targets?"

Upon hearing the girl's words, Sister Miao fell into deep thought.

After a brief recollection, she realized that this seemed to be the case, at least in the most recent missions.

With some doubt in her mind, she whispered to the girl, "After this is over, Da Sheng, you should tell the master what you just said."

"I know"

Faced with her master's instructions, the girl immediately wanted to nod and agree.

However, before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped talking as if she had a choke.

After a brief silence, she spoke in a slightly strange tone: "Sister Miao, it seems that there are even stranger guys than us this time."

"?"

Upon hearing this, Sister Miao subconsciously followed her disciple's gaze and saw two figures, one tall and one short, wandering around the square.

Normally, it's not unusual for an experienced person to mentor a new one, but the problem is that these two are wearing identical bronze masks.

Although Sister Miao is least skilled at using magic weapons, as a seeker of magic from the Thousand Machines Pavilion, she still has at least some insight.

Those two bronze masks were no ordinary items; they could easily buy anything in the black market.

'Whose young master is this, out experiencing life?'

Unfortunately, before Sister Miao could reach a reliable conclusion, the two figures had already disappeared into the crowd.

However, she didn't take it to heart, since if the other party participated in the "Silk Road" later, they would meet again sooner or later.

Thinking of this, she solemnly said to the girl beside her, "Da Sheng, I have to correct you on one thing, which is that we are not strange."

"."

However, what the two did not notice was that while they were talking, five people, men, women, and children, brushed past them.

……

Just as the master and disciple were joking around, Bai Xiaoxiao was getting a rough understanding of a corner of the world of supernatural powers under Zhao Yan's guidance.

'Is this what a gathering of seekers of the Dharma is like?'

Looking at the bustling scene before her, the girl couldn't help but think to herself.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Zhao Yan said in a low voice, "Xiao Xiao, most of the people here are just ordinary people trying their luck. It's not as exaggerated as you think."

"Moreover, even if they were all seekers of the Dharma, it wouldn't have been anything special back when our Wangchuan Academy of Arts hadn't been wiped out."

This is the truth. After all, the Wangchuan Academy was once a top sect for seekers of magic, and its disciples rarely appeared in such small black markets.

But the words came back again.

The past was before and the present is now.

The Wangchuan Academy is currently under reconstruction, so there's no point in saying anything more.

'I wonder what that person wanted us to do here. Was it merely to broaden this little girl's horizons?'

As this thought flashed through his mind, Zhao Yan silently glanced around at everyone present.

Yeah, it's all junk. Most of the stuff is just useless little gadgets.
Just as he was thinking this, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

'Interesting. I never expected to run into this little guy.'

'and'

Looking at the gray-haired boy surrounded by four people of different ages in the distance, Zhao Yan couldn't help but frown.

It was that little guy named "Gao Haoguang" from not long ago; he never expected their second meeting would be under these circumstances. More importantly...
He sensed faint traces of the [Return to Heaven Blood Body] cultivation technique on the other person's body.

But this is a complete fantasy, since he is the only one who has mastered the [Return to Heaven Blood Body], and even the little girl beside him has only just begun to learn it.

Just as Zhao Yan was racking his brains trying to figure it out, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

Ignore him; the Resurrection Blood Body was given to him by me.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan was taken aback at first, then a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

If that's the case, then it makes sense, since the person behind him saw everything he did back then.

No wonder he couldn't find anything when he went to look for the blood letter; it turned out that the other party had given it to this little guy.

Although Zhao Yan still had some doubts in his heart, he did not ask them aloud, but kept them to himself.

Just then, a voice called out to him pulled him back to reality.

"Master?"

".fine."

Seemingly sensing Bai Xiaoxiao's concerned gaze, Zhao Yan immediately came to his senses and waved his hand slightly to indicate that he was alright.

Ignoring the gray-haired boy in the distance, he continued to observe the remaining people.

However, to Zhao Yan's surprise, among the remaining people was a seeker of the Middle Divine Power, and judging from his aura, he did not seem to be from a rogue cultivator or a small sect.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but feel that he was no different from Sister Miao.

"Which rich young master is out here experiencing life?"

After making a casual remark to himself, he stopped paying attention to the other person.

After all, could even the most powerful young master compare to the current supreme master of the Wangchuan Academy (under reconstruction) beside him?
Just as Zhao Yan was lost in thought, the sound of a gong coming from the end of the square suddenly caught his attention.

"Please look this way, everyone. I am Chen Feng, the manager of Louzhong Street."

On the platform was a middle-aged man holding a megaphone, and next to him was someone holding a bronze incense burner with incense sticks inserted.

Seeing that everyone below the stage was looking at him, the middle-aged man continued, "Recently, I acquired a new treasure in Louzhong Street, and I would like to invite you all to take a look."

As he spoke, he pointed to the incense sticks that were stuck in the burner, with only the end remaining.

"Although it has been used many times over the past thousand years, it is still just a targeted magic weapon without any destructive power, but it was undoubtedly made by a great supernatural being."

Great supernatural power? !

Nowadays, apart from a very few individuals, the majority of people in the square are ordinary people who have only a superficial understanding of the world of supernatural powers, as well as some beginners seeking the Dharma with low strength.

They never dreamed that they would one day witness a magical treasure of such a level as "great supernatural power," a term that had previously only appeared in legends.

At this moment, after noticing that he had stirred up the atmosphere in the square, the middle-aged man couldn't help but reveal a sly smile, and then said, "Next, I will light this incense, everyone please watch!"

After he finished speaking, amidst a crowd of excited and curious gazes, he carefully lit the incense stick.

As the incense burned slowly, the pale yellow smoke emanating from its tip gradually condensed into a human figure.

A moment later, everyone present stared intently at the fairy who seemed to have stepped out of the Dunhuang murals, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. However, two of them had expressions on their faces as if they had lost their horses.

One is Gao Haoguang, and the other is Zhao Yan.

Especially Zhao Yan.

He stared at the image of a woman formed from the condensed smoke, his brows twitching wildly as painful memories flashed through his mind.

'My dear brother's perverse sense of humor remains unchanged.'

Even though hundreds of years have passed, Zhao Yan still felt dizzy when he recalled the good deeds his old friend had done.

After all, who would have thought that the mighty Immortal Lord of All Laws of the Eternal World would be a cross-dresser?!
Moreover, his virtuous brother even used a woman's body to set him up in a honey trap in order to learn the "Return to Heaven Blood Body".

Fortunately, he was innocent and cleared his name, and his senior sister was easygoing; otherwise, he would have had no way of explaining himself.

Just as Zhao Yan was reminiscing about what had happened, the fairy formed from smoke suddenly shot out countless threads downwards.

Seeing this, the group of seekers present couldn't help but frown and instinctively chose to avoid the situation.

The mortals, however, were completely unaware of this, and one after another, they fell into a deep sleep after being struck by the silk threads.

However, when Zhao Yan saw these threads, a look of realization suddenly appeared on his face hidden behind the mask.

'I see. So, you wish to briefly explore the Silk Road?'

If that's the case, then it's not surprising that they were brought to this town.

As an old friend, Zhao Yan was quite familiar with the Silk Road, the "Dream Library" created by his virtuous younger brother. It contained something called "Spell Soul," which could greatly accelerate the learning speed of those seeking the Dharma.

If the person who inherited the same order as that person in the distance were to enter the Silk Road, he would most likely encounter a magical soul with a [talisman].

After all, even though Zhao Yan had lived for so long, this was the first time he had encountered a seeker of magic with such an exaggerated talent in the art of magic talismans.

'I wonder what kind of spirit medium Xiaoxiao will encounter.'

Just as Zhao Yan was thinking this, the group of mortals who had fallen asleep gradually woke up.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, their faces suddenly lit up with extreme excitement.

Seeing this, Chen Feng smiled and said, "It seems that you have all successfully entered the Silk Road, a place where even mortals have the opportunity to learn supernatural powers after meditation."

"If any of you are interested, please follow me."

As he spoke, he walked towards the wooden door on the right side of the square.

Looking at the group of mortals following behind the person in charge, the seekers of the Dharma present had various expressions.

It's obvious that this person in charge wants to fleece the people, but what does that have to do with them?

Moreover, it's good to let these mortals experience the harshness of reality early on, so they won't have such unrealistic fantasies in the future.

Suddenly, a voice rang out in the arena.

“Let’s go to the left gate. The magic treasure that allows seekers to travel along the Silk Road is there. If you have anything that you haven’t sold yet, you can take it with you.”

Upon hearing this voice, the group of seekers responded in unison.

Zhao Yan mingled with Bai Xiaoxiao in the crowd, showing no sign of anything unusual.

Not long after, a precious pearl with countless shimmering lights inside came into everyone's view.

At this moment, Li Ang hid inside the [Heavenly Palace], looking at the magical artifact that was ostensibly meant to allow seekers of the Dharma to enter the so-called [Dream Scripture Pavilion], and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

The question is whether it's still possible for people like Bai Xiaoxiao and Zhao Yan to trigger the [True Blood of Myriad Realms].

'Surely Wanye can't possibly pry the wall back up again, can he?'

As the thought flashed through his mind, Li Ang stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)