Chapter 465 - 300 Years

The Forest Sea Source Realm could not escape its shadowy gloom during the day, and the night was exceptionally pitch black.In the dark night where one couldn’t see their fingers before them, the red glow of the Dragon Incense burned particularly conspicuous.

In the darkness, Su Qiyun’s voice rose, “Yan Xiao is already dead, so why do we need to light the Dragon Incense?”

Jiang Wang placed the Qing Qishu on the ground, and a flame flower blossomed from the tip of his index finger, floating lightly in the air.

The flame flower brought light, flickering over the faces of Su Qiyun and Wu Quji.

“Yan Xiao is dead, but the ‘Night Attack’ may not have disappeared,” said Jiang Wang.

According to the information gathered by Su Qiyun, Yan Xiao was closely related to the ‘Night Attack’, and it was very possible that Yan Xiao had created the ‘Night Attack’.

But the question was, where did Su Qiyun get this information from?

From the libraries of the Senhai Holy Clan.

In other words, if one were to think more sinisterly, if the Senhai Holy Clan wanted her to find something, that’s all she could find.

As for the truth…

who knows?

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Su Qiyun evidently struggled to accept it.

She finally found the culprit behind the ‘Night Attack’, came to the Forest of Hanging Skulls, and fought desperately to avenge Little Fish.

Now Jiang Wang was saying that although Yan Xiao was dead, the ‘Night Attack’ might still be active.

Didn’t that mean everything she had done was in vain?

Jiang Wang was about to explain when Wu Quji suddenly interrupted them.

“Did any of you notice…” his voice held a touch of uncertainty, “that the swallow nest seems to have disappeared?”

The flame flower Jiang Wang had just released was very small and only illuminated the immediate area around the three of them.

At Wu Quji’s words, the flame flower suddenly swelled up, rising mid-air and clearly illuminating the open space in front of the wooden house.

The flame flower spell, in Jiang Wang’s hands, had long since become as natural as breathing.

They could now clearly see that the swallow’s nest, which was located under the eaves of the wooden house where Yan Xiao had perched, had indeed vanished!

Jiang Wang had been too hasty to light the Dragon Incense before and hadn’t noticed it; Su Qiyun’s thoughts were all consumed with why Jiang Wang had turned back, but Wu Quji had been the more observant.

“What’s going on?

Is Yan Xiao not dead, or did it come back to life?” Su Qiyun’s brows were firmly knit.

“No, it’s dead.

It hasn’t come back to life,”

Jiang Wang checked his Storage Box and said, “My Yan Xiao’s beak is still here.

According to the records, if Yan Xiao were to revive, its ‘corpse’ would also disappear.”

Su Qiyun observed the surroundings with vigilance, “Then can anyone explain why the swallow’s nest has disappeared?

Has anyone else been here apart from us?”

“I can’t explain it now, I’m just as puzzled as you,” said Jiang Wang, setting aside his doubts and stepping forward towards the wooden house, “Since we’re back, let’s go inside and take a look.”

A wooden house stood deep in the Forest of Hanging Skulls, and Yan Xiao perched right under its eaves.

Just like the swallows in front of a commoner’s hall.

Night fell early today, Yan Xiao was dead, yet the swallow’s nest had suddenly disappeared.

This unavoidably caused unease.

The unknown is the greatest terror.

Wu Quji and Su Qiyun were not people who had never witnessed terror, but at this moment they couldn’t help but follow closely behind Jiang Wang, reluctant to stay outside the house alone.

A flame flower continued to float ahead, like a floral lantern.

The first room they entered was the hall, which they had already seen during the day: benches, a wooden table, simple and plain.

Nothing had changed upon entering.

To the left and right were rooms, separated by door curtains.

Jiang Wang lifted his sword and parted them to look; one room was a kitchen, with a stove and firewood, and the other a bedroom, containing a wooden bed.

Nothing else.

A very ordinary, very commonplace wooden house.

Perhaps the only extraordinary thing about it was its location in the Skull Hanging Forest.

Jiang Wang didn’t say anything, just sat down on one of the hall’s benches.

The flame flower hung above the wooden table, like a chandelier.

Wu Quji sat opposite him, “Your Dao Technique is quite convenient.

If everyone was like you, the suspended bright lamps would be unsellable.”

While the two sat on either side of the wooden table, Su Qiyun walked around and chose to sit at the position opposite the main entrance, clearly not willing to have her back to the night outside the door.

The reason the flame flower could serve as a lantern was due to its superior stability.

It wasn’t simply a matter of arbitrarily controlling elemental force to gather a fireball—that would indeed illuminate, but the continuous loss of elemental force would surely be unbearable for the caster.

Su Qiyun glanced at him and said, “The unique Dao Technique of Zuo Guanglie of Great Chu is much more precious than a suspended bright lamp.”

To ease the discomfort, Wu Quji had randomly brought up a topic, and she just went along with it.

“Ah,” Wu Quji muttered, “I don’t know him.”

Zuo Guanglie was certainly a prodigious figure, but not everyone had heard of him, especially someone from a small sect like the Gold Needle Sect, with the myriad powers within the borders of Qi Country being enough to cause him a headache.

He directly asked Jiang Wang, “Aren’t you an actual enfeoffed baron of our Qi Country?

How are you related to Chuguo?”

“It’s just a technique, nothing to do with any relationship.

Besides, the flame flower has long been deciphered by many people.”

Jiang Wang did not wish to dwell on this topic and changed the subject, “The nights in the Forest Sea Source Realm are very dangerous.

Instead of venturing out into the unknown, it’s better to stay here.

If there’s any situation, we can observe it when day breaks tomorrow.”

Jiang Wang had thought things through clearly.

The greatest danger in the Skull Hanging Forest was undoubtedly Yan Xiao, and now that Yan Xiao was thoroughly dead, this place was relatively safer compared to other parts of the Forest Sea Source Realm.

The mysterious disappearance of the Yan’s nests was certainly a matter of concern, but pursuing clues on such a night was not a wise choice.

Jiang Wang opted for a static approach, deciding to stay patiently in the wooden house for the night, and move after dawn, a prudent and cautious choice.

He had even begun to prepare for cultivation.

Wu Quji, indifferent, played with a golden needle on the wooden table, seeming to test something.

Su Qiyun then looked at him and asked, “Jiang Daoist, you said earlier that although Yan Xiao is dead, the ‘Night Attack’ might not have disappeared.

What did you mean by that?”

Jiang Wang knew he had to satisfy her curiosity to proceed, and after thinking for a moment, he said, “The old priest told me a story, which she said should not be overheard by others of the Holy Tribe.

Now that Qing Qishu has already died, I can tell you about it.”

He selectively recounted the tale of the “Predecessor Transcendent,” Monk Guan Yan.

“Who would have thought there would be such a wondrous man in Buddhism,” Su Qiyun was clearly moved by the story, full of emotion, “So that’s where the Senhai Holy Clan’s tradition of the ‘Offering Hunt’ originated from.

Indeed, it is quite thought-provoking.

No wonder Qing Qishu he…”

Wu Quji had a different perspective, “The sect gave him so many resources for cultivation, for him to transcend, and after his achievements in cultivation, he lingers in a foreign realm for a woman.

How does that justify his responsibilities to the sect in which he was born, or the many resources he consumed?”

Their different backgrounds determined their different perspectives.

These were all part of the complexities of the world, where sometimes right and wrong cannot be clearly defined.

Jiang Wang pondered his own observations while explaining the reason for telling the story, “From the story told by the Holy Clan’s priest, combined with their history, we can know that about eight hundred years ago, Yan Xiao appeared, and the Divine Shade Land underwent an ‘Offering’.

Then, about five hundred years ago, under Guan Yan’s lead, it evolved into the tradition of the ‘Offering Hunt’.”

“Have you ever thought about what happened in those nearly three hundred years in between?” Jiang Wang asked.