Sun-Chasing Hall
The thin morning light pierced through layers of haze, casting only a sliver of light into the Spring Returns City.
The slums were dark, devoid of lights.
This was the most drowsy moment for everyone, even the old man and his little nephew in his arms.
Suddenly, a soft, rustling sound came from behind him, and the old man, who had been sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, seemed to sense something and abruptly opened his eyes.
The child in his arms was still asleep, but his whole body began to tense up and become alert.
All around was silent, as if the sounds the old man had just heard were an illusion. But the old man understood that it was precisely because of the extreme silence that the surroundings seemed so strange.
His fingers, glowing with a faint light, touched the head of the child in his arms. The child, who had already fallen asleep, immediately slept even more soundly, probably not even a clap of thunder could wake him.
Seeing the child sleeping peacefully in his arms, the old man carefully moved him and hid him under the broken bed. He then propped him up with two stools and moved everything else that could be moved in the room to completely cover him.
"Luckily, this kid is just a tiny little thing, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to stop him." The old man said with a smile as he worked.
He had barely finished doing that when a sharp aura approached the doorway.
The old man caught his breath and struggled to straighten his aching back. "Since the guests are already here, just come in. What are you doing standing guard at the door? It's almost dawn outside. Aren't you afraid of being discovered if you wait any longer?"
The room fell silent again; no one answered the old man's question.
But soon, a shadow slipped through the crack in the door.
"You're quite perceptive, able to sense that my cultivation is not bad either. With such ability, why would someone so capable needlessly throw away their life for someone who deserves to die anyway?" The shadowy figure was like a shapeless pool of water, penetrating everywhere.
The old man coldly watched as the man twisted into a strange shape before him, completely unfazed by the man's words. "You speak so powerfully, yet you still dared to venture here with so many men. Clearly, in your heart, the one lying on the bed isn't as weak as you claim."
"Stop wasting time talking to this old bastard! The Curse on that Wuming guy has already erupted, and he's weak right now. Take advantage of this moment to kill him!" Another clump of mud-like thing squeezed in, but this one was clearly not as good-tempered as the previous one, and immediately started cursing as soon as he entered the arena.
Hearing this, the old man vaguely understood something. He sneered, "So that's why Wuming was perfectly fine before, and suddenly the Curse on him erupted. It turns out you were the ones pulling the strings behind the scenes."
"So what if it's us? Wuming has already fallen. Why should you, an old man who has nothing to do with him, risk your life for him? You might as well leave sooner rather than later, saving us the trouble of taking action ourselves." Mud continued, but his words revealed a lot of information.
The old man frowned and refused to move aside. Seeing this, the two intruders said nothing more, and a battle between the two sides was about to break out.
The old man knew the intruder's identity— the Hidden Nether Realm had been plagued by Curse for many years. This inexplicable Curse could not be eliminated no matter how many methods were used. Over the years, it had taken the lives of many people and dragged a large number of innocent people into an abyss of suffering.
In addition, the Spiritual Qi in the Hidden Nether Realm is mixed and the cultivators practice the Ghost Dao. With so many dark things around, it's natural that some things that can't be seen in the light will emerge.
Sun-Chasing Hall is such an existence.
Hearing this name, some might think it's some righteous sect that inspires people. But the old man knew it was nothing more than a sect that exploited the despair of those afflicted with Curse, using various means to deceive them and use them for their own purposes.
If the founder of the Sun-Chasing Hall truly cared for those poor people, that would be one thing. But the hall master was clearly using the lives of these poor people to achieve his own desires, wanting the entire Hidden Nether Realm to be under his control!
What Wuming does from time to time is to hunt down these Sun-Chasing Hall Apostles who have committed offenses, under the guise of being a cleaner.
This job is actually not easy. The people of the Sun-Chasing Hall have somehow learned a strange Cultivation Method that allows them to change their bodies at will. This move is often used for assassinations and sneak attacks, and even the city lord of Spring Returns City almost fell victim to it.
Therefore, those who went to pursue the Sun-Chasing Hall apostles were practically risking their lives. But because these missions were so dangerous, the rewards of Spirit Stone were also plentiful.
This kind of work is essentially risking one's life for Spirit Stone; it's usually only people like Wuming, who are desperate and Curse, who would take on such a job.
The Sun-Chasing Hall has developed rapidly in recent years. Since most of the apostles in the hall can change their appearance, the city lord had cloaks specially made to cover the appearance of the cleaners, so that the apostles would not know who was chasing them and their companions, and also avoid being retaliated against by them.
Wuming insisted on sending his nephew away and refused to acknowledge him again because of this. Wuming knew very well that no matter how well he disguised himself, with the all-pervasive ability of the Sun-Chasing Hall, they would find him sooner or later.
It doesn't matter if he dies, but if his nephew dies, he will truly feel sorry for his brother and sister-in-law who raised him with such hardship.
Unfortunately, despite his many calculations, he failed to anticipate his nephew's stubbornness and his own soft heart.
The two apostles were extremely ruthless. The old man only managed to fight them for a few moves before most of the furniture in the room was destroyed, and he himself suffered several deep wounds.
"Old man, he's just a stranger we met by chance. Why risk your life for him? He killed so many of us; we're just retaliating. If you step back now, we certainly won't bother you anymore," Muddy continued to persuade him, having probably also discerned the old man's extraordinary nature.
Seeing that it was getting brighter outside, he didn't want to waste any more time on this person.
The old man suppressed his heavy breathing, not uttering a single word, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would reveal that he was already at his last gasp.
Seeing how stubborn the old man was, the attackers became even more ruthless. Since the higher-ups had said that Wuming was to die, then Wuming had to die today!
Click.
A crisp cracking sound woke Sang Ying from her cultivation. She turned her head and saw the chubby baby Gu Shu leaning against the window, looking at something. Under the windowsill he was standing on was a broken vase, and that was what woke her up.
"What are you doing again?" Sang Ying rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on from Gu Shu's liveliness.
But this time, Gu Shu unusually didn't smile. Instead, he looked back with a serious face. "The waiter at the inn turned into a lump of mud and left not long ago. I looked in the direction he went; it seems to be a slum."
After he finished speaking, Sang Ying's expression changed.
She remembered that the old man who was skilled in divination also lived in a slum!
A note from the author:
Okay, that's all for today.
See you tomorrow~