Chapter 160: Misty Rain Tower, Confucian School Disciple
Chapter 160: Misty Rain Tower, Confucian School Disciple
After obtaining two pages of the Tomb of Marquis Wu Relic Map, Ye Rong felt satisfied. He found a rattan chair on the shore and lay down.
He wondered if the Long-Legged Lady would agree to his request. With the fierce girl from Miaozhen Temple helping, killing a Red Chi Dragon might not be such a wild and unrealistic idea.
Ye Rong narrowed his eyes, fantasizing about the task of slaying the Red Chi Dragon. What he had in mind was borrowing the strength of the Long-Legged Lady’s sect.
Miaozhen Temple was located right by Taihu Lake. Yan Yingmu was the leader of many cultivators in Jiangnan. Not only Demonic Path cultivators, but even Heterodox School cultivators who acted too out of line, she would ruthlessly eliminate. Every sect was fearful in her presence, not daring to breathe too heavily.
Heh, he knew the chance of this happening was slim. How could a high-level NPC help a Player kill monsters without costing something like Sect Contribution? But would he tell her that he made this trip because he kept remembering the Long-Legged Lady’s invitation when they last parted?
After waiting about ten minutes, a woman in a plain Taoist robe descended from the sky. She glanced around and came straight towards him.
“Yijian, I didn’t expect you to come suddenly. Why didn’t you notify me in advance?”
Graceful Dream Butterfly still had that simple, clean face, like a new moon with a clear halo. Every smile and frown was full of charm.
“I haven’t been here long. I even completed a quest while waiting for you and got a pretty good reward.”
“What good stuff could there be in this small fishing village? Alright, come with me to Miaozhen Temple first. We can talk about whatever you need once we’re there.”
The Long-Legged Lady smirked, clearly not believing Ye Rong’s words, thinking he was joking to make her feel better.
“Okay!”
Ye Rong usually used Casting Snow for Sword Flight; it was the fastest among his several Flying Swords. With the boost from the Neither-Thought-Nor-Non-Thought Sword Scabbard, among the Players he had seen, only Breeze Clear and Clouds Light, who was obsessed with speed and relied on his Nine Great Kun Breeze Flags, could surpass him. He hadn’t seen anyone else faster.
A few days ago in the Ancient Tomb, he didn’t notice the Long-Legged Lady’s flying speed being particularly outstanding. Of course, that was also because she had been riding in Blood Colored Poppy’s Pale Moon Boat along the way, so she didn’t have much chance to show it.
But today, seeing her, Ye Rong was speechless to find that her speed seemed just a tiny bit faster than his. Just a tiny bit.
Under the Long-Legged Lady’s feet were two flying wheels like wind-fire wheels. As she flew, they left two faint golden-red trails of fire, very much like a certain cartoon character from a nostalgic film he watched as a child.
“Flame Sun Golden Wheels, each increases speed by 800, but they don’t benefit from the flying speed bonus provided by Sword Art Forms.”
As if sensing Ye Rong’s curious gaze, the Long-Legged Lady directly displayed the attributes of the magic treasure under her feet for him to see.
This pair of Flame Sun Golden Wheels were Fifth-Rank Magical Treasures. They had no other attributes; each just increased flying speed by 800, so together they added 1600. Although they didn’t get the speed bonus from Sword Art Forms, when pushed to the limit, even Breeze Clear and Clouds Light might not be able to catch up with her.
“Ridiculous, truly ridiculous. She even has transportation tools like these. I swear, I must find a way to get that Flood Dragon Cloud Chariot from that old fool Short Elder Zhu Mei. Let’s see who in the entire Far Shore has a cooler ride than me!”
Ye Rong gritted his teeth, muttering to himself, setting his sights on one of the two Sect Leaders of his Qingcheng Sect.
His own master, Demon-Subduing True Lord Jiang Shu, didn’t have such a flashy treasure. But that Short Elder Zhu Mei was friendly with Emei and had gotten many good things from Emei’s Sect Leader, True Lord Miaoyi.
“Travelers, halt! Ahead is our Misty Rain Tower’s island. Please detour!”
Although Ye Rong and the Long-Legged Lady weren’t flying at their top speed, they were still among the best in the game. Ordinary Players really couldn’t keep up; over ten miles, they would fall behind by several hundred meters.
But in just the moment they passed by the other party, before they could disappear from sight or reach the point where only their Sword Light was visible, these people shouted loudly.
At the same time, several of them connected their Sword Lights, forming a screen of sparkling Sword Light, hazy and dense.
Ye Rong slightly reduced his speed and looked at the Long-Legged Lady. This was her turf; he, as a guest, should follow the host’s lead.
He had heard the name Misty Rain Tower many times, even though he spent most of his time in the Sichuan Region. It was one of the ten Player Organizations rated by Jiuyu Pavilion as most likely to establish a guild after the Shushan Sword Alliance.
In the rankings given by Jiuyu Pavilion, it was one position higher than the Herbal Hall where Blood Colored Poppy belonged, ranked third.
Such a large Player Organization was practically the top power in the Taihu Lake area. Perhaps in the entire Jiangnan region, no Faction stronger than them could be found. The attitude of these patrol Players wasn’t excessively arrogant; they were merely asking them to detour. The Shushan Sword Alliance, in contrast, would kill any Player who entered within a hundred miles of their Guild Stronghold.
“What Misty Rain Tower dares to block my path! On Taihu Lake, there’s nowhere I cannot go!”
The Long-Legged Lady didn’t slow down at all. Those two sleeve swords appeared in her hands again. With just a casual wave of her hands, several Sword Lights suddenly exploded out of nowhere, blasting the two blocking Misty Rain Tower Players into pieces.
The remaining three were greatly shocked. This joint spell was Misty Rain Tower’s exclusive secret skill, a reward obtained after much effort from a large quest. Almost every Elite Member had learned it. It could temporarily connect Sword Lights together to form a Sword Light screen, very useful for blocking or pursuing opponents.
They saw the visitors were extremely fast and knew they were rare experts. They reacted quickly, immediately linking up as a team of five. Yet, they didn’t expect this unbelievably strong woman to break through instantly and kill two of them.
“Launch the signal! Someone is forcing their way onto Misty Rain Island!”
That Player shouted, and a blood-red cannon shot up into the high sky, accompanied by a sharp screeching sound.
“Interesting. Where did Misty Rain Tower get something like this? When I have time, I’ll go collect a batch too.”
Ye Rong even had the leisure to appreciate this alarm cannon, acting as if he didn’t take Misty Rain Tower seriously at all. This detached and calm attitude made the Long-Legged Lady nod slightly to herself.
But what he actually thought was: Even the Long-Legged Lady isn’t afraid of Misty Rain Tower, so why should I be? If things go wrong, I can just hide in Miaozhen Temple. If the situation escalates, I’ll go straight back to Qingcheng. No matter how capable Misty Rain Tower is, can they really chase me across several Main City regions?
Besides, once I’m back in Qingcheng territory, resuming my status as a local power, who’s afraid of whom is still uncertain.
“Near Lin’an City, there’s an Acrobatics Village. An NPC there specifically gives out quests, and the rewards are all sorts of weird little trinkets. This signal cannon is one of them. If you’re interested, I can take you to that village.”
“Great! After we finish discussing our business, let’s go check out this Acrobatics Village!”
Ye Rong made a mental note, deciding to ask his subordinates after returning to Qingcheng if there were similar quest NPCs in the villages around Chengdu City, ones that gave out small trinket quest rewards that were useless to ordinary Players but very useful for a Faction.
The Long-Legged Lady kept talking to Ye Rong while not holding back her attacks. The two sleeve swords didn’t engage directly but kept swinging, generating endless Sword Lights, bombarding the three until they were in a sorry state, on the verge of collapse at any moment – the Misty Rain Tower patrol members were quite skilled. The previous two were instantly killed because they didn’t react in time. But caught off guard, these three, by exerting their full strength, could still hold on for a little while.
“Where did these ruffians come from, daring to barge onto our Misty Rain Island!”
From the island below, the one they called Misty Rain Island, a Player flew up. He was a young man who looked like a pale-faced scholar.
Confucian robes and headdress, a righteous aura, upright and honorable!
He was actually a Confucian School disciple!
I didn’t expect to see a Confucian School disciple, who only exist in Jiangnan, on my very first day in the Taihu Lake area. This trip was worth it!
Ye Rong thought to himself. The Confucian School was a unique branch within the Righteous Path, neither Taoist nor Buddhist. They didn’t establish traditions through sects but through academies, with deans and great scholars equivalent to Sect Leaders in sects.
As soon as the pale-faced scholar flew into the air, he raised his hand and sent out a series of large, glowing characters, crashing towards the Long-Legged Lady.
At the same time, he pulled out a huge calligraphy brush and wildly wrote in the void, composing a line of heroic poetry.
The brush paused forcefully, silver hooks filling the air. The poetry completed, he pushed his palms forward vigorously. A glowing dragon danced out; it was actually a spell formed from a line of poetry, launched as an attack.
“The Book of Songs from the Nine Classics! This person must be the Chief Disciple of some academy! Dream Butterfly, be careful!”
Ye Rong immediately recognized this as an attack derived from one of the highest texts in the Confucian School, the Book of Songs volume of the Nine Classics.
“Petty tricks! The light of a firefly dares to compete with the brilliance of the full moon!”
A layer of five-colored smoky light covered Graceful Dream Butterfly’s body. It was the defensive treasure Taiyi Five Smoke Net. Although it didn’t have other functions, it specialized solely in defense, hence its powerful defensive effect.
The large glowing characters and the poetic dragon successively crashed onto the five-colored smoky light. Apart from stirring a ripple, they didn’t even lift the corner of the Long-Legged Lady’s robe, posing no threat at all.
“Qian Tian Tai Yi Silent Divine Thunder!”
It was the same Divine Thunder move she used against the Ghost-devouring Taoist in the Ancient Tomb. Its casting speed was almost as fast as the Lesser Yang Divine Thunder, leaving almost no room to dodge. The pale-faced scholar was blasted away.
Continuous Sword Lights followed closely, exploding behind him, completely tearing him apart and sending him back to the Resurrection Point.
An important senior member of Misty Rain Tower, a Confucian School disciple, was easily killed by the Long-Legged Lady in just a few breaths.