noffsinger Chapter 178 The Celestial Master Appears
Chapter 178 The Celestial Master Appears
"Your Excellency, Ling Su knows she was wrong! Tomorrow's events can still be redeemed!"
Luo Sifan was determined to fight, his expression growing increasingly agitated. Wu Ling, on the other hand, was genuinely afraid and shamelessly pleaded.
She had personally witnessed Luo Sifan manipulate the lightning, easily reducing ninety percent of the sky-filling lightning.
If Luo Sifan really insists on standing on the side of the Western Expeditionary Army, even if the vagrants gather 30,000 people and have the Xuan Tian Thunder Stone in hand, they probably won't be able to stop Luo Sifan's unpredictable methods.
Seeing that she no longer harbored any illusions and intended to make peace, Luo Sifan's anger subsided slightly.
"How can we salvage this? Can you really make that decision?"
Luo Sifan frowned and asked Wu Lingsu.
"Yes, yes!"
Seeing that Luo Sifan's emotions had calmed down, Wu Lingsu immediately responded twice.
Then, realizing the difficulty, he looked embarrassed and hesitated, saying:
"It should be possible, but... I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to come with me to a place."
Wu Lingsu knew that this request was a bit unreasonable, and her tone was somewhat hesitant.
Where are you going?
Luo Sifan didn't dare to trust Wu Lingsu too much either, and asked her coldly.
"The Celestial Master of this sect, who is also my master, is not far from here. If he has met the Venerable One and knows his origins, he would surely try his best to stop tomorrow's battle!"
When Wu Lingsu talked about her master, she naturally looked on with admiration and was very optimistic about Luo Sifan's cooperation with her master.
Luo Sifan examined the woman's expression and found nothing suspicious.
Infiltrating enemy lines at night and personally persuading their leader to cease hostilities sounds incredibly risky, but compared to the imminent battle between the two sides the next day, Luo Sifan decided it was worth a try.
After all, he had no conflict of interest with the vagrants or the Western Expeditionary Army. When they met, he would only try his best to mediate the conflict between them. If all else failed, he at least had some means of self-defense, so escaping wouldn't be difficult.
"Alright! I, Luo Sifan, would like to see what your master is capable of! Wu Lingsu, lead me there now!"
Luo Sifan and Wu Lingsu went to Mu Yuansheng's tent to briefly explain the matter. Mu Yuansheng was shocked, but he did not stop them. He summoned the generals to discuss war preparations.
Having received Mu Yuansheng's order, Luo Sifan easily left the camp. Guided by Wu Lingsu, he crossed several mountain peaks and stopped in front of a misty valley.
Wu Lingsu then used her Earth Listening Technique, pressing her palm against the mountain rock, causing it to vibrate slightly.
Luo Sifan's spirit soared, and within several miles, apart from the rustling of the mountain wind and the occasional mournful cry of an owl, he did not feel anything particularly special about Wu Lingsu's methods.
"coming!"
Wu Lingsu stood still, gazing at the distant white mist that formed a barrier, and said with a faint smile.
The white mist that had been obscuring Luo Sifan's spiritual consciousness began to flow strangely as if it were alive, and several powerful beings suddenly appeared within Luo Sifan's spiritual consciousness.
As the white mist rolled away to both sides, the sense of vigilance in Luo Sifan's soul became increasingly apparent.
An old man with a strange appearance, riding a white deer sideways, emerged slowly from the dispersing white mist with a relaxed expression.
At the feet of the white deer, a thick cloud of white mist clung to its feet, and beside it stood a tall gray wolf, its yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight, staring at Luo Sifan with ill intent.
Luo Sifan silently glared back, refusing to back down. The Taiyi Qingxuan Qi within his body flowed and circulated, and his sword energy swelled, ready for the ferocious beast to attack at any moment.
The old man on the white deer smiled without saying a word. It wasn't until the white clouds approached Luo Sifan and were a few feet in front of Wu Lingsu that the old man tapped the gray wolf with something in his hand and shouted a few times.
The tension was palpable. The gray wolf, its white teeth gleaming, howled, then turned and obediently lay down, no longer glaring at Luo Sifan in provocation.
Luo Sifan relaxed, glancing at the old man with a blank expression.
"Master!"
Wu Lingsu leaped up and pounced on the white deer, grabbing the old man's arm. She was much more lively and cheerful than usual.
“Venerable One, please wait a moment. My master is not fluent in the language of the East, so I need to explain it to him first!”
Wu Lingsu turned to Luo Sifan and said something in a string of gibberish, then began to chat with the old man in the language of the nomadic tribe.
Mist rose from beneath the white deer's feet. At first, Luo Sifan could still hear it, but as the mist thickened, only a few sounds could be heard occasionally.
Luo Sifan couldn't understand a single word, and the old man's actions were rather petty. Luo Sifan snorted lightly, her face showing even more displeasure.
The white mist obscured the view, making it difficult for Luo Sifan to see the expressions of the old man and Wu Lingsu. However, he sensed through his spiritual sense that the old man's reaction was quite shocking.
The old man's divine sense was burning brightly, moving from stillness to movement, focused and powerful, almost piercing through the white mist to personally torture Luo Sifan.
A full quarter of an hour passed before the old man angrily waved his hand, dispersing the white mist.
The gray wolf suddenly stood up, seemingly sensing the old man's emotions. It growled fiercely, then glared at Luo Sifan, poised to pounce.
Luo Sifan's face was as cold as frost, his aura emanating from his body, ready for battle.
Wu Lingsu screamed and tried to stop him, but the old man waved his hand, and a dark object flew through the air and arrived in Luo Sifan's face in an instant.
With the old man's indulgence, the gray wolf silently leaped through the air and opened its mouth to bite Luo Sifan's waist.
Luo Sifan was already annoyed waiting on the sidelines, and the old man's unannounced attack made him even angrier.
When he made his move, Luo Sifan no longer cared about keeping a low profile.
The flying swords parried the attack, and the scroll was unfurled.
Luo Sifan instantly unleashed all his most treasured techniques and secret weapons.
Wu Kui's massive body suddenly appeared beside Luo Sifan. With just its power to pierce through the air and the pressure of its level, it instantly sent the gray wolf flying a hundred feet away, letting out a series of mournful howls.
With a flash of sword light and the clang of metal, the dark object thrown by the old man, no matter how fast it was, could not match the divine sword energy of Luo Sifan's intent. In the clash, it roared and flew into the sky.
Luo Sifan withdrew his sword energy, suppressing the nausea from the shock to his soul. He stroked his black Kui scale armor and, feigning ease, sneered at the old man:
"Wu Lingsu, your master is a bit unethical!"
The ferocious-looking black beast protected Luo Sifan, its claws waving, startling the white deer so much that it stumbled back several steps and almost fell off the white clouds.
The old man remained silent, steadied the white deer, and with a wave of his hand, the black object that had fallen from the sky returned to his grasp.
As for the gray wolf that was flung away by Wu Kui, it disappeared into some valley and was nowhere to be seen for a long time.
"Brother, where did you get this Kui dragon?"
The old man calmed the flustered and complaining Wu Lingsu down with a few words, then raised his head and spoke a string of words in a strange, gruff voice to Luo Sifan in the local dialect.
His speech was slow and laborious, which suggested that he was indeed not good at the language of the East, just as Wu Lingsu had said.
"Well, this was a gift from the master of the Netherworld Valley!"
Luo Sifan held up the scroll so the old man could see it clearly, then quickly put it away.
The wandering people both respected and feared the existence of the Netherworld Valley. Luo Sifan simply claimed that the scroll was a gift from the master of the Netherworld Valley, hoping to scare the persistent old man.