Feng Qingran narrowed her almond-shaped eyes. “Fifth Senior Sister, you didn’t use the Boots of Extreme Speed?”
“I forgot.” Ning Shiyue’s expression showed a moment of surprise.
The Boots of Extreme Speed that Fourth Senior Brother refined could be used without spiritual power.
“Woman, woman, hurry up and go ten li to the right! There’s a great treasure over there!” Feng Ci transmitted excitedly.
Feng Qingran felt speechless at Feng Ci’s sudden resurrection, and transmitted back: “It’s not just a treasure there, right? There are also a lot of people…”
“No way, even if there are people, you have to go get it. I need that thing!” Feng Ci urged anxiously.
Feng Qingran ignored Feng Ci, took something out from her space, and lightly tapped it with her fingertip. Instantly, the cyan object turned entirely orange.
“Little Junior Sister, what is this thing?” Ning Shiyue looked at the object in Feng Qingran’s hand, feeling an extremely uncomfortable sensation in her heart.
“I don’t know what this thing is called either, but it can be used to find treasures. It lights up orange, meaning the treasure is nearby, no more than ten kilometers away.” Feng Qingran explained.
Ning Shiyue’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. “If you use this thing too much, could it be bad?”
“I don’t know either. This is my first time using it.”
This thing was sold to Qinghe Tower by a family before.
But that family had vanished without a trace since the auction. When she tried to investigate this item further, she couldn’t find anything at all.
“Looking at it as a whole, it seems like a snake holding a fish in its mouth, but the fish is carved several times bigger than the snake. There’s no way this snake could swallow the fish…” The more Ning Shiyue looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt.
“It really does look like that.” Feng Qingran stared intently at the small sculpture in her hand.
She wondered if it was just her imagination?
She felt like the fish on top had blinked its eyes…
Logically speaking, fish can’t blink, can they?
Feng Qingran transmitted to Feng Ci, “Feng Ci, is there something strange about this thing?”
Feng Qingran waited for a moment, but no answer came from Feng Ci.
It was as if the connection between her and Feng Ci had been blocked…
Could this thing be the culprit!?
“Little Junior Sister! Little Junior Sister…”
Feng Qingran suddenly snapped awake, looking at Ning Shiyue’s panicked expression.
“Little Junior Sister, hurry up and come with me. Someone’s coming.” Ning Shiyue didn’t have time to ask Feng Qingran what had just happened.
A flicker of surprise passed through Feng Qingran’s eyes. Someone was coming?
Why hadn’t she sensed anything at all?
Feng Qingran stopped dwelling on it, tossed the thing in her hand into her space, activated the Boots of Extreme Speed with Ning Shiyue, and quickly fled the area.
Just then—
Feng Ci’s transmission sounded, “Woman, how could you block me out! How could you do this? Even if I spoke a bit harshly, you can’t just ignore me, right?”
“Feng Ci, I didn’t do anything just now. I only took out a bronze-shaped carving, and then when I called you, you ignored me.” Feng Qingran explained.
“Impossible! You were clearly in a daze…”
Hearing Feng Ci’s transmission, a dark light flashed in Feng Qingran’s almond-shaped eyes. It seemed that thing really was problematic.
“Feng Ci, can you see that bronze-shaped carving I have in my space?” Feng Qingran’s tone gradually turned cold. If that thing could even block Feng Ci.
Then this thing absolutely could not stay in the Void Space anymore.
“What bronze-shaped carving? Woman, why are you acting so strangely?” Feng Ci said seriously.
Feng Qingran didn’t respond further. Instead, she took out the cyan object and tried again to contact Feng Ci. Sure enough, Feng Ci had no reaction.
“Little Junior Sister, this is bad. Those people are chasing us. We need to run even faster.” Ning Shiyue said to Feng Qingran, who had slowed down.
A glint flashed in Feng Qingran’s eyes. They had fled at least a thousand li and hadn’t used any spiritual power. How could those people track them?
Feng Qingran looked at the object in her hand with a grim expression.
She sent the item into her space, placing it inside a Spirit-Locking Box. It was very possible that this thing had attracted those people.
Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue also sped up.
Less than a moment after they left.
Two gray-robed figures stopped at the very spot they had just vacated.
If Feng Qingran were here, she would surely recognize one of them: Bai Li Xuanqing from the Mystic Cloud Sect.
“Sect Master, who is it that requires you to personally pursue them?” The Third Elder of the Mystic Cloud Sect asked, puzzled.
“I sensed an extremely special aura. This aura, I once felt it on a Mystic.” Bai Li Xuanqing’s eyes were like an eagle’s, scanning the surroundings. The aura had suddenly disappeared right here.
“How can that be! Wasn’t the Mystic clan exterminated long ago?” The Third Elder was greatly surprised.
Bai Li Xuanqing’s eyes were dark and obscure. “The Mystics understood the heavens and the earth. How could they possibly not have calculated that they would be exterminated?”
“I have always suspected that the Mystics still have descendants, or perhaps that those we killed were merely insignificant Mystics.”
“Moreover, after the Mystic clan was destroyed back then, they found nothing useful in that family…” Bai Li Xuanqing’s tone was grave.
Surprise flickered in the Third Elder’s eyes. “But Sect Master, back then, the one who led everyone to wipe out the Mystics was a member of their own clan. That person swore confidently that the entire Mystic clan had been completely destroyed…”
Bai Li Xuanqing pressed his thin lips together tightly. He had always suspected that the events of that year were a play staged by the Mystic clan themselves.
Eight years ago, a bizarre incident occurred outside Forge City.
Someone had seen a twenty-five-year-old at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage outside Forge City.
Afterwards, upon further investigation, no one could remember the characteristics of that Nascent Soul cultivator…
Bai Li Xuanqing glanced at the ground where Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue had left, his eyes complex. “Let’s go back. The aura has already disappeared.”
