Dream Picking Records

Meanwhile, Wang Xiao and his two senior brothers, fully aware of the eavesdropping, remained calm and infiltrated the palace, arriving at Xia Qingling's residence. The palace seemed deserted, uninhabited. Since they had arrived uninvited, Elder Xia quietly appeared as promised, this time without anger.

"You are here." Old Xia's voice sounded much more haggard.

"Mr. Xia, where is Qingling?" Wang Xiao asked.

"She snuck out to find help. I thought you guys ran into her."

"No, I heard what happened here from Emperor Ming and hurried back."

"No wonder... you're so scheming. The Imperial City is now a place of trouble, with the Pan family's spies everywhere. It's best for you to leave and not get involved in this mess."

"It's probably too late to quit now."

"Have you been exposed?" Old Xia asked anxiously.

Wang Xiao nodded. "That's only part of the reason. On a larger scale, it's for the country, and on a smaller scale, it's for my friends. For both public and private reasons, I won't leave."

"Your Majesty and I were right about you." Elder Xia paused and sighed, "Well, since you've made up your mind, I can't stop you. I just hope you can prioritize your own safety. You've already sacrificed a lot for Great Xia."

"Old Xia, I have something to ask you. Did His Majesty die of illness? And did he leave any instructions before he died?" Wang Xiao thought, if Emperor Xia deliberately passed the throne to Xia Yuling, he would probably not tell Xia Daoling if he had any instructions, and he didn't say anything just now in the Heavenly Prison, so the most likely person was Old Xia.

"I've examined His Majesty. His Majesty passed away so suddenly due to a relapse of an old illness. Dao Ling was the only one by his side at the time. As for his instructions, he never mentioned them to me."

Was it really an accident? Wang Xiao thought about it over and over again, but he had no idea. He didn't know whether to believe what Emperor Xia had said before his death, that Xia Yuling was more suitable to be the emperor, but he knew there was something he had to do.

"What's your realm?" Old Xia couldn't see through him, but he knew that he must have entered the realm of destiny, and he couldn't see through the two Taoist priests behind him either.

"The third level of destiny." Wang Xiao answered truthfully.

Boss Xia was shocked, but soon his surprise was replaced by ignited hope.

"Okay, maybe my Great Xia is not doomed yet..."

After bidding farewell to Elder Xia, they returned to the inn. After the three of them had gone through a period of 'conspiracy', Wang Xiao settled down to cultivate, unmoved by external events, as if nothing had happened.

"Why don't we go find the big sister?"

The next morning, Feng Tingyun was jumping up and down anxiously.

"Don't worry, someone has already found her. We just need to wait for notification."

"Who is it?" He leaned close to Wang Xiao's ear and asked with a smile.

Wang Xiao scratched his ear and said, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

"Humph, you're still keeping me in suspense. I think you're doing this on purpose!"

Seeing that he was keeping his mouth shut, Feng Tingyun simply sat down to practice as well. After half a day that felt like half a year, he opened his left eye and glanced at Wang Xiao.

"Just practice with peace of mind." Wang Xiao said with a sigh.

Feng Tingyun had no choice but to use cultivation again to cope with the difficult times.

On the third day, a commotion broke out in the inn. Feng Tingjun, instead of finding it noisy, pricked up his ears, not missing a single word.

"What did you hear?" Wang Xiao asked with his eyes closed.

Siqin, the Saintess of Lingxian Pavilion, abandons her status and leaves the Pavilion. Daoxuan's spirit body is being hunted and trapped in Huangfeng Mountain...

Feng Tingjun's voice gradually turned cold. He had been with Xia Qingling for a long time, so he knew who Daoxuan's spiritual body was referring to.

"Let's go, it's our turn to fall into the trap." Wang Xiao patted his shoulder gently and sneered.

After the two of them left the city, Feng Tingyun transformed back into a crow, and Wang Xiao also used his true form. They flew eastward for hundreds of miles and arrived at Huangfeng Mountain.

Huangfeng Mountain is as calm as water at night, but filled with yellow wind during the day, hence its name.

A group of people in the inn were talking loudly. When they arrived at the place, there were only three or five people around. They had blood and energy condensed on their bodies, and it was obvious that they had committed a lot of murders.

"Should we go in? It looks like a simple trap. The big sister may not be in there." Feng Tingjun was not blinded by anger and analyzed calmly.

"Go in, of course we have to go in, otherwise how would they jump out on their own?" Wang Xiao felt a little relieved and said, "It's hard to tell the direction in the yellow wind, hold on to me and don't lose me."

Wang Xiao placed him on his shoulder, then used his immense mental strength to search for traces of human beings in the yellow wind. Soon after, he discovered dried blood on the ground, tinged with a faint spiritual aura. He determined that this was Xia Qingling's blood.

"What's wrong?" Feng Tingjun asked when he saw him stop.

"Nothing, let's keep going."

Wang Xiao rubbed off the marks on his fingertips, and then chose a direction according to his perception.

After he left, three figures appeared in the same place. They were covered with halos, and the howling yellow wind seemed to have no effect on them.

Wang Xiao and Feng Tingyun gradually approached the center of the mountain. They could smell the aura of a magic circle from afar. He judged that two people were trapped in the magic circle, and there were several people guarding them outside.

"There are several acquaintances here." Wang Xiao sneered and then quickened his pace.

Just as he had sensed, the people outside the formation included Xiao Sheng from the Xuanyin Sect, the tall Yang Xiu, and Yu Nianqiu from the Changle Palace. They all looked unwell: Xiao Sheng had a broken arm, Yang Xiu had a broken leg, and Yu Nianqiu was half bald, with several scars on her delicate face. They all looked like ghosts.

"Haha, what do you think Wang Xiao's expression will be when he sees us later? I'm afraid he will be so scared that he will tremble on the spot and piss his pants. I'm really looking forward to his surprised look!" Xiao Sheng said with a disgusted look.

"Hmph, I must chop off his limbs and turn him into a human pig, and then use a knife to cut off his flesh piece by piece! I will make him pay a thousand times for his actions!" Yu Nianqiu's expression and tone were the most vicious.

"No wonder you designed to trap us in Huangfeng Mountain. It turns out you wanted to lure Brother Wang into the trap." Siqin activated the guqin to resist, but she could only barely protect Xia Qingling beside her with her own strength and could not break out of the siege.

"Just because you've been such a loser, you're still barking like a stray dog. It'd be fine if he didn't come, but if he did, none of you would be able to escape." Xia Qingling, her face pale, clutched her chest and forced herself to stand as if to boost her morale. Suddenly, she spat out a mouthful of blood, which transformed into a spirit bird in her palm, instantly breaking through the magic circle.

"Want to tip off the secret?" Yang Xiu reacted quickly and tried to stop him, but he retracted his outstretched right hand.

"What a pity, the person is already here!" He licked his lips and looked back, his perception still sharp.

"I said I smelled a familiar stench, and it turns out it was you rotten fish and shrimp."

"Brother Xiao, hurry up! Don't worry about us, there is an ambush here!" After hearing Wang Xiao's voice in the wind, Xia Qingling shouted with all her might.

"Don't worry, big sister, we are here to rescue you!"

As Feng Tingjun shouted and Wang Xiao landed, several people surrounded him in an instant, leaving him no chance to move forward.