Chapter 1334 - 1330: A Sense of Crisis Arises
In the side room.
The Azure Dragon looked at the Bald Monk with some confusion: "Why did you stop me earlier?"
"I have crossed paths with her."
Who this "her" was did not need any special clarification.
The Azure Dragon didn’t rush to speak; he continued to wait for the Bald Monk to continue.
"The sword in her hand is not ordinary; it contains a trace of special power. I suspect that behind her stands a true god..."
The Azure Dragon’s expression changed slightly. If there were anyone in this world closest to and most knowledgeable about gods, it would definitely be the people from their Divine Hall.
"Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong?"
The Bald Monk shook his head, then nodded, the meaning was obvious: he did not see it wrong, it was true!
"How could it be..."
Initially, he hadn’t thought in that direction, so upon first hearing this information, the shock on the Azure Dragon’s face was uncontrollable.
However, on second thought, that woman in the red cloak could not only command a terrifying Dragon Spirit but also withstand their gravitational suppression.
Especially that woman, who appeared even younger than them, who were widely regarded as geniuses.
If she had a true god behind her, everything made sense.
The Azure Dragon, who initially felt something clogging his chest, found that the pent-up feeling between his brows and eyes strangely dissipated.
Thus, they were not being manipulated by an unknown entity; the power behind the opponent might not be any weaker than the Divine Hall.
The Bald Monk waited until the Azure Dragon digested the last of his emotions before speaking again.
"They must have guessed our identity, but we don’t know their background. In such an information disparity, any decision we make might be untimely."
By now, there was no need for anyone to tell them how the information they received before contrasted with reality.
The Azure Dragon nodded and raised his hand, summoning a plume of cyan smoke from thin air.
"Go investigate!"
As his words fell, the cyan smoke vanished once again.
Evidently, this was the channel their Divine Hall used to gather information.
Previously, accompanying the Young Prince over, the Azure Dragon had only glanced at the messages passed to the Young Prince by those below.
The data above never hinted that such a dangerous person was hidden here.
Before, the Bald Monk had intentionally interrupted the Azure Dragon to buy them one more night to gather information.
"The people here in Mei City also need to be questioned again!"
After discussing in the side room, the two immediately took separate actions.
That night, only Yun Ran slept the best.
In the courtyard that Yun Ran could see but not touch, the Little Paperman was making a fuss.
Its hands were on its hips, its expression vicious, and its voice fiercely cute.
"I don’t care, I must go out. My master has returned, and if you don’t open the door, I’ll fight you!"
Heaven knows how happy it was upon sensing the owner entering this base.
But it never expected that when Chi Yao said he wanted to add some protection and upgrades to the courtyard during the day, it would directly cause the entire courtyard to virtualize.
More shocking to the Little Paperman was that such a large courtyard disappeared and not a single person felt anything was amiss.
It was as if, with the virtualization disappearing, all the residents’ memories in this base vanished along with it.
As young as Chi Yao looked, he had a sleep pattern similar to many elderly people, needing little sleep.
Even late at night, he had the leisure to sit in the center of the courtyard, appreciating the moonlight, sipping a drink by himself.
The Little Paperman was that angry, but Chi Yao remained calm.
This time, despite its wariness of Chi Yao, the Little Paperman couldn’t hold back and rushed to pull at Chi Yao’s face.
It wanted to see if this person’s skin was really that thick.
This was its master’s territory, and since Chi Yao moved in, it felt like kicking out the rightful owner.
Now the master had returned but couldn’t enter—is there any justice?
"I! Am! Talking! To! You!!!"
With the courtyard virtualized, the sound inside couldn’t escape, so the Little Paperman didn’t bother restraining its voice.
The voice, slightly carrying sonic attack, reached Chi Yao’s ears, tickling him.
Chi Yao wasn’t affected at all, but Ma San, hiding in the furthest corner of the courtyard and trying his best to lower his presence.
He felt the blood in his chest had its own ideas, desperately wanting to escape from his mouth.
He pressed it down hard, then reluctantly took out a White Jade Bottle and poured out a pill given to him by Yun Ran before.
After swallowing the pill, the congestion in his chest finally eased.
At this moment, he didn’t feel shocked or inferior for not being as good as a small Paper Puppet; nor did he harbor any dark thoughts.
Instead, his eyes gleamed with incredible joy, a thrill for the bright and shining future ahead of him.
How could this not be considered a blessing from his ancestors, allowing him the chance to follow the master?
Otherwise, a person from the lowest rung of the Dark Hall like him, how would he have the chance to witness these ’Immortal Techniques’ he had never even heard of!
Seeing the Little Paperman about to go berserk, Chi Yao finally put down his wine cup.
With a profound and inscrutable tone, he said, "This is your master’s fate. You only need to know I will never harm your master."
The Little Paperman had wisdom, but its wisdom wasn’t like that of a true adult; it took things at face value.
"I don’t care; I must go find the master. If you stop me again, I’ll show you what it means to be haunted by little ghosts!"
It was the master’s dear little servant, and complaining about others in front of the master was second nature!
Chi Yao sighed; if he hadn’t gone through a reincarnation, he wouldn’t want to be the villain either.
"If I say that going out would lead to your death, and because of your death, your master will be severely injured, losing half a life due to being exposed and plotted against, will you still persist?"
Will the master be severely injured?
The Little Paperman was surprised and instinctively refuted: "Impossible, my master is the best, becoming stronger when met with strength..."
But before it could finish, Chi Yao interrupted.
"You were crafted with your master’s Essence Blood. Puppetry Technique isn’t really a high-level secret technique. If cracked, that drop of Essence Blood would be the best means for others to plot against your master."
The Little Paperman immediately froze. If Chi Yao hadn’t pointed it out, it would never have thought in this direction.
The people they had encountered before were not even worth mentioning.
Not only hadn’t they been able to capture them to crack the master’s techniques, but there were also few even able to fight them to a draw.
The Little Paperman glanced at Chi Yao, instinctively flashing to the place furthest from him, a sense of crisis arising spontaneously.