Chapter 902 — Old Survivors of the Yuan Realm in a Desolate Village
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
A tall man walked through the fog and laughed to the person behind him: "Granny, the arts of creation fused with the medical path—there is indeed great potential. That wicked boy Shen's arts of creation are brilliant, but when it comes to medical skill, he is far inferior to me."
"Yes! Yes!"
Behind him was a woman who said impatiently: "Someone called out to you in the fog just now. If you don't go over soon, he'll be poisoned to death by you."
"He won't die. I heard his cry just now and ordered the poison within his body to stop growing... Hm, it's Qikang, and Daoist Lin!"
Qikang, Human Sovereign, was finally able to relax. He fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he found himself lying on the back of a giant spider, which was clicking and clattering forward at a run.
Daoist Lin Xuan had fully recovered and sat beside him.
He sat up and looked around. He saw his disciple floating in the air, a long sword on his back.
"Young Su, where is this?" Qikang, Human Sovereign, saw the others as well—the Jade-Faced Poison King, the Holy-Pupil Spear God who called himself the Blind Elder, the Shadow Thief who ran especially fast, the Painting Sage, Prince Tiantu, the old blacksmith, the most beautiful Granny Zhu, and the rest.
"We're going to save people."
The Village Chief turned back and said: "Teacher, if you had arrived a little later, we would have already left the Heavenly Sage Academy. The several cities near the Academy have already been emptied by us."
Qikang, Human Sovereign, looked around and asked doubtfully: "Where are the people you saved?"
Suddenly the giant spider stopped. They had come to a town. Some elderly folk in the town had not yet had time to evacuate. The Silent Craftsman, whose voice was tremendously loud, called everyone in the town out and told them to stand together.
The Deaf Elder jumped down from the spider's back, unrolled a scroll, spread the painting out, and faced it toward them. Everyone in the town was drawn into the painting.
Qikang, Human Sovereign, looked into the painting and saw those people walking about within it. There were others in the painting too—tens of thousands of them.
Qikang was aghast. Then he saw that in the Silent Craftsman's box were several hundred scrolls.
"It's good that you're awake, teacher."
The Village Chief said: "In our company, anyone can die—only the Deaf Elder cannot. No matter what, we must deliver the Deaf Elder alive to the capital of Jingping!"
Qikang, Human Sovereign, nodded silently. Suddenly his voice went hoarse: "And when we reach the capital?"
The Village Chief was silent for a moment, then said bitterly: "I don't know either. I don't know either..."
"The Four Great Heavenly Masters, the Four Great Heavenly Kings—where are they?" Qikang, Human Sovereign, asked again.
The group remained silent. The Village Chief said bitterly: "I don't know..."
"They are Kaihuang's faction. We are Jingping."
Granny Zhu smiled gently: "It is only natural that they do not help Jingping. Begging their aid would only harm them."
The group nodded and said no more.
"By the way, do any of you know Wei Suifeng?" Qikang, Human Sovereign, thought of the strange man in the cage and asked.
Granny Zhu was startled and said: "Wei Suifeng is the founding patriarch of our Heavenly Sage Cult, the eldest disciple of the Woodcutter Sage. How does the Human Sovereign know his name? Shen has been searching for him for a long time—he says the patriarch left behind some geographical maps concealing many secrets."
Qikang, Human Sovereign, was stunned. He blurted out: "The founding patriarch of the Heavenly Sage Cult? No wonder he was so demonic! I met him—he was taken by Qingdi of the Eastern Heaven and sunk in the river, merged with the ghost ship. He also said something about following the map to save him. I think..."