Chapter 348 — The Flawless Humanoid Killing Machine
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Shen Mu looked at the other two. One man, one woman, both of striking and lofty bearing. Wang Muran had once said that few in Little Jade Capital were of his own age; these two had surely grown up alongside him, only a little older than he.
The girl was seventeen or eighteen and already lovely enough to stir the heart, demure and ethereal, in a gown of green shading toward blue, the cuffs and the edges of her lapels lined with blue embroidery, her sash-ribbons one green and one white, and across her brow a chain of jadeite beads, one strand hanging before her forehead while the other bound up her coiled hair. She must be fond of jade-green; even her ornaments were jadeite. Whether from the mountain wind or from her own primal essence, her ribbons streamed and flew behind her, the long green and white bands drifting like spirit serpents. "A little thin, but not as pretty as Ling Yuxiu.
Yuxiu's chest is far fuller than hers.
" Shen Mu drew his gaze back and let it settle on the other young man, who was more mature than the jadeite girl; his dress and grooming were less fastidious than hers, a long gown and long robe, a jade pendant at his waist, yet there was about him a certain air of Daoist bone and immortal bearing. His eyes were quick and alive, at one moment like scattered starlight, at the next like a blazing sun wreathed in fire.
"Little Jade Capital is foremost among the holy lands of the world, and each of them seems to cultivate a different art, none of them inferior to the Great Thunderclap Temple's or the Daoist Sect's," Shen Mu thought.
"Senior Brother Shen. " At the sight of him a spark kindled in Wang Muran's dark pupils; clearly he remembered Shen Mu. Then the light dimmed at once.
Clearly Shen Mu had reminded him of his master, Zhen the Wanderer.
He and Zhen the Wanderer had come to the Kingdom of Jingping to bar the Jingping Imperial Preceptor from riding south to put down a rebellion, and it was there that he had met Shen Mu. Shen Mu was about the same age as Shen Wanyun, Yue Qinghong, Yun Que and the rest of them, so though the meeting had been brief, each had left a deep impression on the other.
Zhen the Wanderer had been killed by the Jingping Imperial Preceptor; Wang Muran had carried his master's body back to Little Jade Capital, and they had not met since.
"Brother Muran," Shen Mu saluted him and asked, "and these two, senior brother and senior sister, are. .
. ?
" "This is Senior Sister Mu Qingdai. This is my senior brother Long Yu.
" Wang Muran said, "Senior Sister Mu is a disciple of Ding Qian the Wanderer; Long Yu is a disciple of Tianyun the Mountain Hermit. " Shen Mu's heart stirred faintly.
Little Jade Capital held many lineages; likely it could produce a dozen arts no lesser than the Great Thunderclap Temple's Thunderclap Mahayana Sutra or the Daoist Sect's Primordial Grand Mystery Art.
Every so-called immortal of Little Jade Capital mastered one cultivation art or several, but did Little Jade Capital possess a supreme learning standing above them all?
If not, then however many top-rank arts were gathered here, a man's energy was finite and no one could refine them all to their very peak; after all, not everyone was an Overlord Body like himself.
Suddenly Qingyou the Mountain Hermit's voice came to him: "Xu Shenghua's skills are no small thing.
Mu Qingdai lost to him in twenty-seven moves, Long Yu in twenty-four, Wang Muran in twenty-three. But do not imagine Wang Muran is weak; in truth, of the three, Muran is the strongest.
Yet against Xu Shenghua, the stronger you are, the faster you lose. " Shen Mu started slightly and looked down; sure enough, Qingyou the Mountain Hermit was no longer in the pit.