Chapter 975: Chapter 356: 800 Bhikkhus, Narrow Escape from Death, Troop Movements, Message Delivered_6
"Lord Xu is in trouble!"
Chen Ying, who was granted the title of Ninth-rank Marquis in the third year of Great Xia, had long established the Chen Familyâs ancestral rites, so he was well aware of the Ancestral Spirit Tablet. Upon seeing Xu Ningâs tablet glowing so dimly, he immediately realized something was wrong.
"Wait, I remember that Qinghepu is directly east of Baiyang, right?"
"Thatâs correct; itâs due east."
Upon hearing Xia Chuanâs question, Chen Ying immediately nodded in response. Then, seeing the faint light on the Ancestral Spirit Tablet, he promptly reacted.
"Is the light on Lord Xuâs Ancestral Spirit Tablet pointing north?"
At this point, Xu An also realized, his expression suddenly brightening.
The light emitted by the Ancestral Spirit Tablet is directional; it points to the location of its owner. Since Qinghepu is east of Baiyang, and the tabletâs light is currently pointing north, it means...
"Big brother is to the north, not in Qinghepu!"
"You come with me to search."
Xia Chuan acted decisively, and after speaking, he took Xu An and Chen Ying, following the direction indicated by the Ancestral Spirit Tablet, out of Baiyang Station, speeding north.
Baiyang Station is located on the eastern side of Songyang Ridge. Going north for another seven or eight kilometers, you reach the southern cliffs of Twin Dragon Mountain, so this area is not large.
The three raced north through the Snow Forest, quickly locating a large tree based on the Ancestral Spirit Tabletâs direction.
At the moment they found the tree, the expressions of Xia Chuan and his companions changed drastically.
In the fork at the top of the tree lay an unconscious man in black, with a low-level Snow Mane, about three to four meters long, using its Blood Basin mouth to continuously gnaw at the black-clad manâs legs.
The manâs skin membrane appeared exceptionally hard; the Snow Mane snorted and gnawed several times but couldnât bite through his legs.
"Vile creature, stop now!"
From a distance, Xu An recognized the black-clad manâs appearance, confirmed it was his big brother Xu Ning, and immediately became furious, pulling out a silver Knife from his waist and leaping fiercely towards the tree.
Splat...
How could a low-level Snow Mane withstand an enraged Xu Anâs attack?
The Snow Mane hadnât even finished snarling before its head was severed.
Xu An scooped up his unconscious brother and jumped down from the tree.
"Big brother, how are you?"
"Big brother, wake up..."
...
"Heâs unconscious and wonât wake up. Let me take a look first."
Seeing that Xu An had lost his reason, Xia Chuan immediately called him back to his senses, then squatted in front of Xu Ning to examine his injuries.
After checking, Xia Chuanâs expression tightened, and a look of perplexity appeared in his pupils.
There was blood on Xu Ningâs left cheek, clearly having flowed from his eye. Besides this, the only other marks were tooth prints left by that low-level Snow Mane on his legs.
Xu Ning already had Late-stage Cold Resistance Cultivation. Even lying still, a low-level Snow Mane couldnât pierce his skin membrane. Those tooth marks were likely the result of it gnawing for a long time.
Other than that, surprisingly, there were no other wounds on his body at all.
After contemplating for a moment, Xia Chuan gently used his fingers to pry open Xu Ningâs left eye.
"No injury?"
Seeing that Xu Ningâs left eye pupil had become incredibly cloudy, but was otherwise intact, Xia Chuan became even more puzzled.
"Minister, my brother seems to be holding something in his hand!"
Upon Xu Anâs reminder, Xia Chuan immediately noticed Xu Ningâs hand gripping a piece of black cloth, which looked like it had been torn from clothing. As he gently tugged at the fabric scrap, a look of surprise flickered in his eyes.
He couldnât pull it free!
This proved that before losing consciousness, Xu Ning was gripping this piece of black cloth tightly, and even now, in his unconscious state, he subconsciously didnât want to let go.
What is this black cloth?
With a slight effort, Xia Chuan pulled the black cloth from Xu Ningâs hand and unfolded it.
The black cloth was densely covered in five lines of red characters, clearly written with a blood-dipped finger. The handwriting was wobbly and sloppy, indicating it was written in great haste and with much urgency.
[Dajue Temple, Five Great Masters]
[Zen Temple, more than five thousand Grey-clothed Bhikkhus with Hair, Three-maned strength]
[Eight hundred White-robed Formal Bhikkhus, over twenty manes]
[Nine Towns have already acted in Qinghe Village; Jiangxia Townâs Army Chief, Xiahou Zhang, was defeated by the Vajra Master]
[Great Awakening Hall of Chilong Lake, phosphorescent green pupils, meet their gaze and die]
Upon reading the content of these five lines written in blood, Xia Chuanâs expression changed instantly.
"Take Xu Ning back immediately, quickly!"