Chapter 1813 — Returning to the Miro Treasure Hall
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These two great forces are bound to stir before long. I must make the rounds as well, subduing what must be subdued and killing what must be killed. And the Cage of the Ancestral Court is not yet stable; I must keep reinforcing it. There is too much to do, and I have no leisure to heal Tai Yi. I will teach you the Miro Palace's dao arts and divine powers; you may take this chance to better yourselves and strive to attain the Dao as soon as you can, so that I need not toil so. " The three had at first suspected that he found healing Tai Yi too troublesome and had therefore dumped the task on them; hearing this, they could not help feeling ashamed. The World-Ferrying Golden Ship landed.
Shen Mu asked everyone to disembark, leaving only Ling Yuxiu behind. The golden ship grew smaller and smaller, and bore the two of them away into the distance.
After a moment, Shen Mu's shadow suddenly quivered upon the golden ship, and then Shang Jun's figure emerged, flung out of the ship by Shen Mu. Jiang Baigui looked up and said to Xu Shenghua and Lan Yutian, "We guessed right.
He simply finds it troublesome. Any troublesome business, he cannot be bothered with, and only dumps it on us.
" Lan Yutian shook his head. "My brother is not that sort of person. Brother Xu, isn't that so?
" Xu Shenghua neither agreed nor disagreed.
"Healing Tai Yi is what matters.
" The three of them could be said to be the three with the highest comprehension and aptitude. Joining forces to grasp the Miro Palace's dao arts and divine powers that Shen Mu had passed down, examining the dao wound upon Tai Yi's body, and exchanging insights among themselves, they would naturally advance faster than Shen Mu groping his way alone, step by step. But to heal Tai Yi, they would need profound attainments in the Miro Palace's dao arts and divine powers, and that would take time.
Meanwhile, the golden ship drifted leisurely toward the Jade Capital City, neither hurried nor slow, and Shen Mu and Ling Yuxiu leaned against each other at the bow, savoring a rare moment of peace and tenderness. Ling Yuxiu suddenly laughed.
"Husband, is it not a little unfair of you to dump Tai Yi on them? " Shen Mu laughed heartily.
"If I took everything on my own shoulders, they would have no chance to temper themselves.
Now their chance has come. Besides, we do have rather a lot to do. " He took Ling Yuxiu's hand and led her toward the golden hall aboard the ship.
Ling Yuxiu's face flushed red; she covered her lips with her other hand, somewhat unwilling, yet still she followed his steps. After a while, the World-Ferrying Golden Ship began to sway and lurch like a drunkard, suddenly crashing into a divine mountain, then wobbling up again, then plunging once more to the ground and dragging across it for tens of thousands of li, then abruptly soaring aloft and diving into a sea of clouds.
Fortunately, the Ancestral Court was now devoid of people, so there was no fear of shocking the world. How much time passed, none could say, before the World-Ferrying Golden Ship at last drifted slowly to the Jade Capital City of the Ancestral Court. Several Dao-attainers of the Miro Palace had already descended into the Jade Capital City, and they watched this strange golden ship as though facing a mighty foe. Then, as if it had lost all control, the ship crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom and lay there motionless.
News of the deaths of the three Hall Masters, of Union, of the Phoenix, and of Zengcheng, had already reached the Miro Palace, throwing the whole palace into shock.
More shocking still was that the Third Young Master, Ling Xiao, had had his right arm severed, which set the entire Miro Palace abuzz, filling them with shock, fury, and dread toward the Seventh Young Master.