The Song-Style Courtyard House.
The Silver Flying Boat tore through the night and hovered silently above the Front Courtyard.
Chen Lin led the others off the deck, then formed a hand seal. The Flying Boat turned into a streak of silver light and vanished into his Storage Ring.
At the courtyard entrance, Heavenly Hatred True Lord leaned on his White Bone Cane, resting with his eyes closed. The moment he sensed a fluctuation in the formation, his eyes snapped open and his hunched back straightened.
"Boss." Heavenly Hatred True Lord stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Yun Sheng's bloodstained cuff. A chill ran through him.
Anything capable of injuring a Sword Cultivator at the peak of late core formation meant this trip had been anything but easy.
Chen Lin stopped and got straight to the point. "A thousand years ago, did the Cultivation World have any records of creatures with human torsos and fish tails that used weapons and lived together in clans?"
Heavenly Hatred True Lord froze. His clouded eyes shifted twice, and his brows drew into a deep frown.
He stood there thinking for a full half minute. Then his withered fingers abruptly stopped moving, and he reached for the dark gold Storage Bag at his waist.
White light flashed repeatedly.
Dozens of yellowed bamboo scrolls and tattered ancient books made from animal hide clattered onto the bluestone paving.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord squatted on the ground without a thought for appearances, his shriveled fingers rifling rapidly through the pile.
At last, he pulled out a Jade Slip covered in dark green mold, roughly wiped away the dust, and fed a trace of true essence into it.
The Jade Slip glowed faintly, projecting several rows of ancient seal script.
"Found it!" Heavenly Hatred True Lord's voice tightened. "The