Chapter 1713: All Born Actors
Chapter 1713: Chapter 1713: All Born Actors
Huntian Stone, a Heaven and Earth Treasure capable of resisting and eliminating suppression.
Back in the days of the Long Yan Academy’s open selection, Ling Baobao wantonly humiliated Pang Dezong. Despite Pang Dezong’s strength in the Sword Saint Realm, he did not dare to attack Ling Baobao—a mere low-level swordsman—because he mistakenly believed that someone powerful backed Ling Baobao due to the presence of the Huntian Stone.
Later, that Huntian Stone was given to Mu Hanyan. However, the Huntian Stone has its limits, and it was destroyed by strong Void Power during her journey to the Divine Continent.
As for the Huntian Stone in front of her, it’s the size of an egg, much larger than the one Ling Baobao gave her last time. Yet, because the only use of the Huntian Stone is to eliminate suppression and doesn’t aid cultivation, the power contained within is gentle and calm, naturally formed. Thus, Mu Hanyan overlooked its existence when she scanned it with her Divine Sense.
Mu Hanyan didn’t think much of it, grabbing the Huntian Stone in her hand and probing it with her Divine Sense. Immediately, Mu Hanyan felt a lightness in her body, as if an invisible shackle were broken, and the Qi, suppressed by the Divine Continent, began to flow once again.
Holding this Huntian Stone, Mu Hanyan was uncontrollably excited; the sensation of her restored strength was truly amazing.
At almost the same time, the feeling of being watched by a beast from the shadows returned, making Mu Hanyan’s heart tense. She forced herself to calm down.
Only then did she notice that the Huntian Stone in her hand showed slight signs of cracking. It’s no surprise, considering the suppression of the Power of Laws on the Divine Continent far exceeds Pang Dezong’s power. If the Huntian Stone could only neutralize law suppression and temporarily restore her strength, it would inevitably be destroyed.
Mu Hanyan quickly withdrew her Divine Sense, for Kang Qingyuan was still lurking behind her, and she didn’t want to waste the Huntian Stone too soon.
"Let’s go." Watching the common people leave, Ye Yi’an instructed Mu Tu.
Mu Tu drove the horse-drawn carriage and was about to continue onward.
"Wait, how far is it to Mu Family Village from here?" Mu Hanyan suddenly asked.
She had been entirely focused on cultivation during the trip, oblivious to the passing days and unaware of their current location.
"Probably still two days’ journey ahead, just past Sunrise Peak and around the mountain." Ye Yi’an pointed to a solitary peak rising from the plain and said to Mu Hanyan.
"Let’s head to Sunrise Peak," Mu Hanyan said.
"Oh?" Ye Yi’an cast a doubtful glance at Mu Hanyan.
"We probably won’t make it safely back to Mu Family Village." Mu Hanyan pointed behind her, speaking calmly.
Ye Yi’an’s face slightly darkened. Having survived on the Divine Continent until now, he prudently anticipated danger from Mu Hanyan’s words.
"That Kang Qingyuan still hasn’t given up." Ye Yi’an said angrily.
Like Mu Hanyan, he immediately suspected Kang Qingyuan, for he couldn’t think of anyone else.
"Han Yan, are you confident in dealing with him?" Ye Yi’an asked with some frustration. If he hadn’t been severely injured and suppressed by the Power of Laws on the Divine Continent, Ye Yi’an’s strength a thousand years ago wouldn’t even consider Kang Qingyuan. But now, his strength isn’t enough to match Kang Qingyuan, feeling profoundly dismayed.
"About eighty percent sure." Mu Hanyan replied.
She wasn’t sure how much suppression the Huntian Stone could neutralize or the extent to which her strength could be restored, but dealing with a Ninth Rank Divine Spirit Knight shouldn’t be too difficult.
"Let’s go to Sunrise Peak." Ye Yi’an didn’t hesitate, immediately instructing Mu Tu.
Although unaware of the Huntian Stone’s special abilities or the source of Mu Hanyan’s confidence, the trip to Feng City Temple gave him a new understanding of the "Saint" and he knew she was more complex than he had imagined. Therefore, he had no doubts about her statement. Besides believing in Mu Hanyan, there were no other options.
Mu Tu, though somewhat puzzled, dared not ask more questions, respecting Lord Sacrificial Officer over the years. Driving the carriage, he headed towards Sunrise Peak.
Sikong Qinglan, from behind, didn’t know where Mu Family Village was either and immediately followed.
Far in the rear, Kang Qingyuan cloaked entirely in black, seeing Mu Hanyan’s group not directly return to Mu Family Village but head to Sunrise Peak, first was slightly surprised, then he showed a cruel and cold smile: "There is a path to heaven, yet you choose not to take it; Hell has no door, yet you insist on entering. Picking your own demise—it truly is Heaven’s help!"
Initially, he wanted to act but repeatedly saw teams of refugees, each time forcing him to halt momentarily. After all, with Mu Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan as priests on the opposite side, if he fought them, even if he defeated them, it’d be hard to escape the notice of those refugees. When pursued, tracing back to him would be easy.
But now, with Mu Hanyan’s party leaving the main road for Sunrise Peak, wasn’t that intentionally seeking doom?
At this time, Kang Qingyuan absolutely didn’t expect that Mu Hanyan had long detected his trail and that heading to Sunrise Peak wasn’t seeking doom but luring him into a trap.
Previously, she assumed that even risking exposure and wielding Fifth Rank Swordsman power, aided by Ye Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan together, facing Kang Qingyuan seemed destined for disaster. With the Huntian Stone now in hand, dealing with Kang Qingyuan shouldn’t be difficult; she thus had to consider concealing her identity.
Kang Qingyuan didn’t want his trail to be seen by refugees; Mu Hanyan felt the same.
One awaited patiently, assuming himself the mantis stalking the cicada, while the other moved silently towards Sunrise Peak.
Both were skillful actors, indeed!
Sun Mountain Peak rose a thousand zhang high, like the surrounding desolate plains, without a hint of green. The mountain stones were like millennia-old prehistoric beasts.
Arriving at the foothill, Mu Hanyan’s group found a spot to halt the carriage and slowly walked up a winding path. The mountain wind roared past their ears, like refined iron longswords and steel spears, brushing against their cheeks with a burning pain.
Clearly, the Power of Laws on Sunrise Peak was far more potent and terrifying than in the plains. Precisely for this reason, as they walked the rugged path, not encountering a single refugee was what Mu Hanyan hoped to see, making it the perfect spot for ambush, murder, and silence.
"Lord Mu, Miss Mu, what are we doing here?" Sikong Qinglan asked, somewhat puzzled.