Chapter 333: The Three Messages from Vermilion Bird Mountain

The long rainbow traveled at an extreme speed. Not long after, it arrived beside the six people. After a slight pause, a sharp gaze emanated from within the blue rainbow, sweeping across the six of them.

Aside from the old man surnamed Hu and the green-clad old servant, the others felt their hearts tremble and hurriedly lowered their heads.

"There are actually two Soul Transformation Cultivators." The blue rainbow dissipated, revealing the figure of a young man in white. His face was as white as jade, and he was extremely handsome. Standing there, he resembled a green pine, standing apart from the crowd.

Wearing a white robe with four golden dragons embroidered on it, he exuded an aura of ethereal lightness.

The young girl from the Artifact Refining Pavilion who followed the old man surnamed Hu, though she lowered her head, felt her cheeks flush slightly. This man in white was the most handsome person she had ever seen.

"Where are you all heading?" The young man in white spoke with a flat tone, yet he could not hide an air of superiority.

The old man surnamed Hu saw at a glance that this young man in white was at the Peak of the Early Stage of Soul Transformation. He sneered internally, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "We are heading to the Immortal Relic Land."

The young man in white let his gaze fall upon the veiled woman and suddenly said, "Take off your veil."

At this moment, the old man in green stepped forward, blocking the woman, and said respectfully, "Lord Envoy, my Young Miss has an ancestral injunction that she cannot easily reveal her face. I hope you will forgive us, Lord Envoy."

The young man in white's gaze turned sharp. After a moment of contemplation, he flicked his sleeve and sped off into the distance.

The six were silent for a moment. A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Hu as he flew forward. He wanted to see why this envoy from the Vermilion Bird Country had come to the Chu Country.

As he moved, Qiu Siping, Xu Luo, and the young girl hurriedly followed.

The veiled woman glanced at the old man beside her, gritted her teeth, and followed. The old man in green sighed softly and guarded behind the woman.

Everyone followed from a distance, only to see the man in white flying straight north, in a direction that was actually toward the Immortal Relic Land as well.

"Could it be that some treasure has appeared in the Immortal Relic Land?" the old man surnamed Hu thought to himself.

Just then, his gaze suddenly fixed. He saw the young man in white in the distance flying toward a valley when his body was suddenly pushed back by a great force, retreating more than ten zhang in an instant. A look of shock appeared on his handsome face.

The old man surnamed Hu landed on a cliff nearby, and the other five landed separately, looking toward the young man in white.

The young man in white frowned. He tapped his Storage Pouch with his right hand, took out a Jade Slip, and focused his gaze on it; the place depicted in the Jade Slip was exactly here.

He was silent for a moment and took several steps forward, but immediately, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended. The young man in white's expression changed again, and he retreated several steps.

The old man surnamed Hu was moved. He looked carefully and saw a high Pagoda inside the valley. Under the tower, it seemed someone was sitting, but this person had no signs of life. In his view, it should be a dried corpse.

The young man in white tried a few more times, but not once could he enter more than ten li. Finally, he stood outside the valley, his expression uncertain. He cupped his fists and said loudly, "I am Feng Yushan of the Vermilion Bird Country, seeking to meet Fellow Daoist Ceng Niu!"

"Ceng Niu!" The old man surnamed Hu immediately narrowed his eyes, his heart extremely shocked. His gaze involuntarily fell upon the dried corpse beneath the Pagoda.

It was no wonder he was so shocked; the name Ceng Niu had become the most eye-catching new star in the Cultivation Devil Sea in recent years. Rumors about him were as numerous as the crucian carp crossing the river, countless in number.

There were rumors that he was a master secretly cultivated by the Vermilion Bird Country and the successor to the title of Vermilion Bird. Otherwise, why would the Vermilion Bird Country ignore the fact that he had severed one of Hong Die's arms? This did not fit their usual overbearing style.

There were also rumors that he was the Disciple of some hidden Cultivator, possessing talent far exceeding Hong Die's, and that he was a member of some faction. Within this faction, there were many Cultivators with higher cultivation than him, which was why the Vermilion Bird Country held back.

In addition, there were even more exaggerated rumors that this Ceng Niu had been Cultivating for less than sixty years and was more precious in the eyes of the Vermilion Bird Country than Hong Die.

Such rumors were numerous.

"Ceng Niu!" The veiled woman's eyes lit up. Her breathing became slightly rapid as she thought to herself, If this Ceng Niu is willing to help me, then the great matter can be accomplished!

The old man in green beside her had a flickering gaze, and a look of respect appeared in his eyes.

"I never expected that the widely rumored Ceng Niu would actually be here!" Qiu Siping took a deep breath.

"No wonder the envoy from the Vermilion Bird Country came to this Chu Country!" A look of disbelief appeared in Xu Luo's eyes.

"I wonder what relationship this Ceng Niu has with the Chu Country…" the charming young girl said thoughtfully.

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Hu immediately looked thoughtful and ordered, "Cancel the matter of sending people to the Cloud Heaven Sect."

Xu Luo was startled and hurriedly agreed.

At this moment, the young man in white outside the valley waited for a while, but seeing no reply from the valley, he frowned deeply and said, "Fellow Daoist Ceng, I have not come this time because of the matter of you injuring Hong Die, but to deliver a challenge on her behalf. I hope you will come out to meet me."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the six people on the cliff varied. The old man surnamed Hu's eyes flashed as he looked into the valley.

For a long time, there was still no sound from the valley. Feng Yushan was secretly angry. As a Disciple of the Vermilion Bird Country, walking in any country, even a Grade 5 Cultivation Country, he would never be treated like this.

"Fellow Daoist Ceng, do not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. No one on the Vermilion Bird Star dares to refuse a challenge from the Vermilion Bird Country!" Feng Yushan said slowly, his eyes gloomy.

As soon as he finished speaking, a great force suddenly erupted from the valley. Immediately following this, an invisible giant hand suddenly materialized and grabbed the young man in white.

Cracking sounds emanated from within the palm. Feng Yushan's face immediately flushed red, sweat appeared on his forehead, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

"I am an envoy of the Vermilion Bird Country, Ceng Niu, do not be impulsive! I am only here to deliver a challenge!"

"Date!" A flat voice slowly drifted out from the valley.

Feng Yushan hurriedly said, "Three months from now, at the Heaven Altar on West Mountain of the Vermilion Bird Country."

"How did you know I was here?" Although Wang Lin's voice was calm, it contained a murderous intent.

Feng Yushan did not hesitate and immediately said, "I truly do not know about this; this is information transmitted from Vermilion Bird Mountain. Otherwise, Hong Die's sect would have long since taken action to find you. This time, the information regarding your location was also passed down from Vermilion Bird Mountain."

At this moment, the old man surnamed Hu's expression changed slightly. He found this voice somewhat familiar. Upon thinking carefully, his expression immediately became strange. He looked back at Qiu Siping and found that this person had a dazed look in his eyes, clearly having guessed something.

"I don't have time." After a short silence in the valley, Wang Lin's voice came out.

The invisible giant hand outside Feng Yushan's body immediately dissipated, and his body regained its freedom. Cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back. For the first time, Feng Yushan knew the terror of this Ceng Niu. Previously, he had thought that this Ceng Niu must have severed Senior Sister Hong Die's arm by sneak attack or by using some despicable means.

But now, he did not have any such thoughts.

However, Wang Lin's answer put him in a dilemma. After hesitating for a moment, he cupped his fists respectfully and said, "Fellow Daoist Ceng, this is an order passed down from Vermilion Bird Mountain, requiring you to fight Hong Die. Vermilion Bird Mountain does not usually transmit any information. Within a hundred years, there have only been three times. The first was to accept Hong Die as a Core Disciple of the Vermilion Bird Country, the second was to stop the search for your tracks, and this third time is to inform us of your location and require you to fight Hong Die. According to my analysis, if you can win, there will be tremendous benefits! After all, out of the three messages, two of them concerned you."

"Tell Hong Die, even if we fight, it will be in ten years!" Wang Lin's voice came from inside the valley.

Feng Yushan was silent for a moment, smiled bitterly, nodded, cupped his fists slightly, took the challenge, and turned to leave. His figure transformed into a long rainbow and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Old friends outside the valley, please enter." The moment Wang Lin's voice came out, Zhou Yi's Divine Thought within a hundred li immediately dissipated.

The old man surnamed Hu laughed, his body flashed, and he stepped into the valley. Behind him, the veiled woman and the servant followed.

Qiu Siping hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly followed with Xu Luo.

Inside the valley, before the six people, the dried corpse beneath the Pagoda moved slightly. Immediately following this, cracking sounds came from within it. A short while later, the dried corpse slowly raised its head, and its eyes revealed a bright light.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, stood up, and smiled slightly at the six people. He waved his right hand, and dense white mist rose around his whole body. After the mist passed, Wang Lin, dressed in white, appeared before the crowd.

The dust and grime that had accumulated on his body from sitting in meditation for the past year had all disappeared.

Wang Lin tapped the ground with his right hand. Immediately, a stone table protruded from the ground, along with several stone stools.

"Please sit!" Wang Lin sat by the table, flipped his right hand, and a tea set appeared.

The old man surnamed Hu looked at Wang Lin and sat opposite him. The young girl following behind him hurriedly stepped forward, greeted Wang Lin, and then took the initiative to pick up the tea set, pour a few cups, and place them aside.

"This Fellow Daoist, please sit." Wang Lin glanced at the old man in green beside the veiled woman and smiled.

The old man in green looked deeply at Wang Lin. He had just recognized that this person was the person from back then. A complex look involuntarily arose in his heart. After a moment of silence, he sat by the table.

The others also sat down one after another.

The old man surnamed Hu looked at Wang Lin and smiled bitterly, "I do not know whether to call you Fellow Daoist Wang or Fellow Daoist Ceng."

Wang Lin picked up a tea cup, took a sip, and smiled, "A name is just a form of address; why be attached to it?"

The veiled woman had been staring at Wang Lin, her eyes showing a complex and indescribable look. She never expected that the prominent Ceng Niu would actually be this person!

"Ten years have passed since we parted, and you are as elegant as ever. Traveling with Fellow Daoist Hu this time, I suspect it is to go to the Immortal Relic Land," Wang Lin looked at the woman and smiled.

"Back then, this young girl did not know your identity, Senior. I hope you will not mind," the veiled woman said softly.

The name of a person is like the shadow of a tree; the name Ceng Niu had immense fame on the Vermilion Bird Star! The old man surnamed Hu was moved by it, let alone her.