Chapter 483 Yu Die, Dirty Things!
A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and above the Gobi Desert, covered in a layer of silvery frost, two flying swords carried a dim glow, piercing through the air and clouds, heading towards Donghuang Immortal City in the Central Domain.
Twelve days had passed since Ye Anping brought Feng Yu Die out of the Xuan Xing Sect.
The two first traveled from the southeastern frontier of the Western Regions to the Southern Domain, then passed through Jianmen Pass north of the Southern Domain, and now they had finally returned to the barren land they had fled from with the Xing Tian Division.
Ye Anping stood on his flying sword, dressed in a black robe, his face covered by a silver fox mask. Upon seeing the current Donghuang Gobi, a hint of emotion finally showed in his deep purple eyes, as calm as an ancient well, through the eyeholes of the mask.
Although he had secretly schemed to have Hu Mu help Fu Xuan and others from the Xing Tian Division repel Gui Mu Qi, Hu Mu had no intention of getting involved in the war between immortal and demonic cultivators, so he naturally did not drive the Ghost Spirit Sect back to the Eastern Domain.
Therefore, this patch of yellow sand was now, in name, entirely the territory of the Ghost Spirit Sect. Not only were there informants from the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples everywhere, but the air was also mixed with a unique “demonic energy” characteristic of demonic cultivators.
This demonic energy, while not unbearable, made immortal cultivators instinctively resistant.
Ye Anping concealed his aura and looked back at Feng Yu Die, who stood beside him wearing a bamboo hat and a mask of the same style. He reminded her again:
“In a moment, we’ll go to a town full of demonic cultivators to gather information. You must use your qi concealment technique to suppress all your spiritual energy throughout. Got it?”
Feng Yu Die glanced sideways, her golden eyes narrowing in the mask’s eyeholes, and nodded:
“I know, Young Master Ye. You’ve said it many times before.”
“I’m just reminding you again. Don’t cause trouble. Our purpose this time is to help the Xuan Xing Sect to dismantle the inner city guards of Donghuang Immortal City. If the elders of the Ghost Spirit Sect discover us beforehand, it will be troublesome.”
“Mmm…” Feng Yu Die nodded, pondered for a moment, and then chuckled, “Young Master Ye, just think of me as Junior Sister Pei. I can do anything Junior Sister Pei can do. I’ll stay by your side from now on and won’t say a word. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do…”
“….?”
As she spoke, Feng Yu Die seemed a little embarrassed, chuckled sheepishly twice, and added:
“Young Master Ye, if you want hugs or kisses, you can tell me too…”
Ye Anping exhaled slowly, ignoring her demeanor, and took out a geographical map from his storage bag, looking at it under the moonlight.
He looked at “Qu Long Village” which he had specifically circled on the map earlier. After a moment of thought, he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten to warn Feng Yu Die about in advance.
After a moment of silence, Ye Anping spoke reluctantly:
“Feng Yu Die, I have to remind you of one more thing.”
“Mmm!”
“The demon cultivators’ strongholds and towns are vastly different from immortal cities. You should be mentally prepared.”
“Mmm? How so?”
“It’s hard to explain in words. You’ll know when we get to Qu Long Village. Don’t make a fuss then.”
Feng Yu Die nodded with half understanding: “Oh…”
Even though he had given her a heads-up, Ye Anping figured she would likely still be stunned.
In the game, Feng Yu Die, when she first went to the Eastern Domain, was already a girl who had experienced many things and had been influenced by the books in Xiao Yunluo’s bag, having been around the block.
Yet, even that Feng Yu Die was stunned for a long time without recovering when she first saw the chaotic scenes in the demonic cultivator marketplace.
Although it wasn’t a major problem, for some reason, Ye Anping suddenly felt a sense of guilt, as if he were “leading an innocent young girl to a den of iniquity.”
“Never mind, she’ll have to see it sooner or later anyway.”
“Mmm?”
“Nothing,” Ye Anping replied coldly, glancing at Xiao Tian, who was sitting on his shoulder, and asked, “Xiao Tian, how much further?”
“Mmm… It should be about another two hundred li. We should be able to see it after passing that valley ahead.”
“Mmm…”
Just as Xiao Tian said, after passing a slightly higher yellow sand valley, the line of lights stretching across the distant horizon appeared in their eyes.
Simultaneously, a sinister bloody red cloud also appeared, coiling above the stronghold.
Upon seeing the red cloud, Ye Anping’s brow furrowed in disdain, but he didn’t say much. He gestured with his hand and led Feng Yu Die to descend from the side of the stronghold on their flying swords, landing on a street within the village.
Five Dragon Village was originally an immortal city built by an immortal clan in the Central Domain, specifically for rogue cultivators in the Central Domain to conduct private transactions. Almost every year, there was a grand auction held there.
However, on the streets now, all the inhabitants were disciples of demonic cultivators who had come from the Eastern Domain to pioneer.
Ye Anping and Feng Yu Die walked down the street, their gazes vigilantly scanning all the demonic cultivators who passed by them. However, it seemed that the masks they were wearing proved useful.
None of the low-level Qi Refining Stage demonic cultivators on the street could discern their identity as immortal cultivators. At most, they would glance at them twice before naturally moving on.
Feng Yu Die walked beside him with her head tucked in, her small hands gently holding his sleeve. She looked at the demonic cultivator disciples coming and going on the street and said softly, “Young Master Ye, it doesn’t seem much different. It’s just their clothes that are different?”
“Didn’t you say you would stay by my side and not say a word?”
Feng Yu Die chuckled awkwardly, quickly pursed her lips, “Mmm!”
Ye Anping glanced at her, shook his head slightly, and continued walking down the street.
According to the game’s plot, after the Ghost Spirit Sect wiped out the Xing Tian Division in Donghuang, Gui Qinghe, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, would lead several elders of the Ghost Spirit Sect to station themselves in Donghuang.
However, he had already had Ying Long of the Seven Dragon Valley swallow Gui Qinghe. Therefore, the one stationing himself in Donghuang now must be another elder.
Ye Anping came to Five Dragon Village to find out exactly who it was.
Unfortunately, there was no black market left in Five Dragon Village, so he could only ask demonic cultivators for information now.
However, just as Ye Anping was looking for shops to inquire, a chaotic noise suddenly erupted from the second floor of a wine pavilion next to them, reaching his and Feng Yu Die’s ears.
“Mmm~ Mmm~~ Husband… try a little harder, everyone down there is watching. You don’t want others to laugh at you, do you~ Mmm…”
“What’s the hurry? We’ve only just begun.”
“Mmm… Mmm…”
?
Ye Anping and Feng Yu Die reacted the same way as the pedestrians on the street. The moment they heard the sound, they looked up towards the second floor of the wine pavilion.
Beside the railing on the second floor of the wine pavilion, a scantily clad man and woman, completely disregarding the gazes of the pedestrians below, were moving their bodies. The woman leaned on the railing, while the man held her waist, thrusting back and forth. They appeared to be a pair of demonic cultivators practicing dual cultivation…
The sounds of the couple’s pleasure spread throughout the street, causing many people to stop and watch below. Some even marveled at the woman’s full voice.
The woman above seemed to enjoy this attention, looking at the gazes of the crowd below with a satisfied expression and a smile.
Just as Ye Anping was watching the two above, Xiao Tian’s voice pulled his attention back. He saw that Xiao Tian was now spreading its arms, directly blocking Feng Yu Die’s view, and said with a frown:
“Yu Die! Don’t look at dirty things!!”
“… …”
Ye Anping shook his head slightly, raised his hand to pull Feng Yu Die’s bamboo hat further down, and then turned his head to continue walking down the street.
“Let’s go.”
“Oh…”
Feng Yu Die finally came back to her senses, pushed her bamboo hat up, looked back at the two people above, and then hurried to catch up with Ye Anping, lowering her head and re-gripping his sleeve…
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