The Northern Sword God
The West Bank Border
The silver-haired man was still standing still, looking so majestic and mystical on the courtyard wall of the Goddess of Virtue Temple. Her hair that was rickety seemed to move like a snake blown by the cold wind, also lit up like a firefly when hit by moonlight.
The Wu Clan girl named Wu Biao and her brother Wu Zao Yun knelt down, lowered their faces and thanked the man. "Thank you Inkong (helper master).." They banged their heads into the watery ground.
With a soft-sounding voice he returned the prostration ,
"Not to think too much. I've had good relations with your Wu Clan in the past. A long time ago, I was friends with someone named Elder Wu Wangting in your clan. Too bad I heard he was killed in a battle"
"Elder Wu Wangting?" wu Biao's murmur. He glanced at Wu Biao beside him.
"Servant sir. Would you tell us your name?" wu Biao asked curiously. The Wu Clan girl then looked up, to look at the appearance of the helper master more clearly.
How surprised Wu Biao was. The silver-haired helper master had vanished. The walls of the temple are empty no one. Though not a single breath they bowed down, but the helper master had disappeared like a ghost. Wu Biao screamed stifledly as he did not expect the master to disappear so quickly..
Wu Zao Yun then followed closely, which immediately made him become shocked..
"I-that's it. The helper master disappeared so quickly. Even his every move caused no sound at all !" the two stared in disbelief.
Not long ago the two Wu Clan practitioners were struck with shock, suddenly a voice sounded softly in their minds..
"You can call me Mr. Yong. Regarding my good relationship with Elder Wu Wangting, ah. it has been a long time. He used to ask me to make potions and some mystical things..
Take a good look. On top of the wall where I was standing earlier, there was one small bottle containing 2 pills. Give both at once to your wounded brother, surely after two weeks of bed rest, his health will recover. All the poison will be gone.
You also do not need to worry about the telecommunication talismans that were released from the demon race earlier. I have destroyed the talisman, and the secrets of your Wu Clan are kept awake, unknown to the Demon Race Patriarch.
I'm sorry I can't linger. There's still something else I need to take care of"
After the voice disappeared from the minds of the two of them, things became quiet and silent. There are hundreds of bodies lying lifeless in the Goddess of Virtue Temple.
Wu Zao Yun and Wu Biao sighed deeply. The devotion the man named Mr. Yong showed was an existence they had never seen before. After giving Master Yong the pill to their injured brother, the two Wu Clan practitioners continued to tell each other about the magic they had just witnessed. The impression was so profound.
Since then, Mr. Yong's name has been discussed everywhere throughout the western region. Some say that he is an Elf. But some are convinced and tell that Mr. Yong is a foreign practitioner from another country far away. There were even those who exaggerated that this Master Yong was a god drop with abilities in the Immortal realm.
But outside of all the core stories about Mr. Yong, secretly many sects and clans are happy. This Master Yong seemed to be a practitioner who hated and slaughtered the demon race clan group. Even after Mr. Yong's actions, the aggressive movements of the Demon Race were reduced. Groups of the demon race now rarely present themselves in public. The western region is experiencing a bit of peace.
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This fall is coming to an end. Soon the snow-white fields will replace the orange leaves along the road in West Willow Forest. The cold air begins the winter that is coming soon. The gloomy atmosphere began to start that winter.
But on the edge of the Willow Forest, on the spot that was the only road leading to the Southwest direction to the Negri Mountains of Medicinal Plants, there was a singing of someone who sounded so carefree. Sometimes he intersperses his singing by making a flute sound.
Not to mention the sight of so many birds flying in tandem following the flute blower. The man was Sima Yong who later became more famous in the western region, as a demigod who slaughtered the demon race with just a wave of his hand.
He intended to go south, in Negri Menhu, the country where Atid Ananada claimed to be the country where he lived as a prince. A wandering and adventurous pursuit of immortality, Sima Yong has explored many countries, including the western and northern countries that are his birthplace.
"Isn't it an opportunity to get information about rare artifacts that I often encounter on unexpected journeys? Why don't I try the route through the Southwest to get to Menhu?
The south is my target, remaining east and center that I will pursue for the sake of the relics of eternity.
Being an Immortal Practitioner and heading for the Magical Country is my life goal" Her inner being was full of vigor.
The trip to the Southern Negri will be more shortened in time when he takes the route across the World Medicinal Plant Country on the Southwestern edge of the Silver Continent, rather than the conventional route that must pass through the wilderness.
And again the Southwest countries are also famous for the mystical wonders of this world, he thinks must be there stored many secrets of rare objects of valuable artifacts.
When he arrived at the western edge which was the border gap between the Western Region and the Southwest the day had been late in the afternoon. The sun has been in the Western horizon with a tinge of orange pointing dark as far as the eye can see.
With a single footstroke, the young man's body floated beautifully, flying astride. He looked like a god, so majestic with a flutter of loose sleeves blown by the wind. Many people, martial practitioners as well as mortal humans - not a group of immortal pursuers who were agape at the action of the silver-haired man.
On the edge of the boundless abyss, there had indeed been a great gathering of people who would travel between regions from the West to the Southwest. On the deeper edge of it, stands the office of the local ruler whose function is to regulate cross-regional travel using water ship transportation.
There were actually countless ferocious beasts from the group of aerial dark beasts and Emperor 6 ranked monsters that were equivalent to 9-star Divine Enlightenment Realm practitioners who would hinder a solo trip across these two wikahs.
So traveling on a solo flight is impossible, because in addition to a very long distance and consuming energy, the monsters mentioned earlier are a scourge for crossers of the region.
So Air ship is the safest mode of transportation because in addition to large and sturdy shape, it has been equipped with spells and spells repellent monsters, and, by emitting an unpleasant smell that dark beasts hate and the like.
Everyone in the airship waiting room building became gathered on the building's bridge, watching the action of the silver-haired man.
Then like one extremely powerful energy boost, the silver-haired man's figure instantly vanished - knowing it had been dozens of lies in the distance there. It does flights like splitting space and time. The voice that followed slowly was a rumbling sound like thunder.
"Who is that expert? My whole life I've never seen anyone dare to cross this border by flying alone" said one worried man.
"Is he the one that Mr Yong mentioned? the features of his silver hair were similar to that of Mr. Yong who was told everywhere"
Not until three blinks, the form of the silver-haired man had disappeared and everyone's visibility. All that remained was an enthusiastic conversation, after all making sure that the man was what Mr. Yong called it.
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