Chapter 299 — Snow-White Flying Bats
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"To the Nether Valley?
" Ling Yuxiu hesitated. "The Si family's Old Ancestress says the Nether Valley is desperately dangerous. Even the masters of the Heavenly Sage Sect and the Great Shamans and Shaman Kings of the Golden Palace of Loulan came back with heavy losses when they explored it.
What chance would the rest of us have? " Shen Mu's resolve did not waver. "My origins may be bound up with that place. One way or another, I must go there once.
This is a private matter of mine—it has nothing to do with the Holy Sect, and nothing to do with any of you. I will go alone. " He rose and walked out of the Supervisory Workshops, then called for the Dragon Qilin, which had been sleeping outside the sheds.
At the sound of his voice the beast scrambled up in a fluster and shook itself awake. "Is it the second day already?
Is it time to eat? " Shen Mu leaped onto its back and said sourly, "It is not the second day!
Sleep, eat, sleep again—what use are you? We are going to Qingmen Pass! " The Dragon Qilin yawned; fire-clouds bloomed beneath its feet and it raced off toward the northwest.
"Hierarch, you have grown fat again. You weigh two hundred catties more than before.
" Shen Mu was furious. "Nonsense!
I have spent these past days forging swords and have grown a great deal thinner. Even counting the swords in my pouch, I weigh a hundred catties more at most. It is plainly you who have grown fatter! " Ling Yuxiu and Si Yunxiang came running out behind him, but by then the Dragon Qilin had already risen into the air and gone more than ten li. Ling Yuxiu frowned. "Even if he means to go, he ought to make every preparation first.
That cowherd is too reckless; he makes light of the Valley's perils. " Si Yunxiang rubbed her backside again; Shen Mu's slap had landed so hard that both cheeks still stung and burned. "Can the Heavenly Sage Sect ever be short of masters? Ever since Long Jiaonan carried him off last time, the Jade Heavenly King and the Master Heavenly King and the rest have not rested easy.
They are sure to be nearby. Rest assured—if danger comes, they will never stand by and do nothing. What a pity.
. . " She stared blankly into space, then said suddenly, "If the Holy Hierarch were to die in the Nether Valley, the Holy Maiden would naturally inherit the seat of Hierarch.
What a pity I did not go to the Nether Valley with that Hierarch—otherwise the Holy Hierarch would have died in the Nether Valley, dead beyond all doubt. .
. " Ling Yuxiu went on her guard and sneered, "Little vixen, if you dare set your mind on my cowherd, I will break both your legs and leave your body folded into the character chu!
" Si Yunxiang giggled. "Little hussy, I have long found you an eyesore too—flaunting those great breasts of yours and forever dogging the Hierarch's heels, always in the way, never giving a body a chance to make a move. " The two girls exchanged one look, each finding the other's face detestable, and turned their heads away, walking off back to back.
A flicker passed through Si Yunxiang's eyes.
The Thousand-Silk Sword quietly unfurled, threading into the ground like a slender spirit-serpent, stealing underground toward Ling Yuxiu. At that same moment, behind Ling Yuxiu the Nine Dragons Weapon quietly stretched its limbs; dragon scales shifted position without a sound, dragon claws flicked out keen blades, and one dragon-shaped yuan-soldier after another flew silently toward Si Yunxiang. "I have been sick of you for a long while! " The two girls erupted almost in the same instant, each unleashing a merciless technique and striking to kill. Ling Yuxiu's skirts were slit open by the Thousand-Silk Sword as it burst up from the ground, and she only barely evaded the sword-silk's strangling coil; on the other side, Si Yunxiang's body danced like a butterfly, dodging the Nine Dragons' combined strike.