The Serene Wood Forest was dotted with specks of starlight. It was the fireflies that climbed up the trees. The moment the scholar stepped onto the forest path, two fireflies flew out from the trees, dancing and crisscrossing in front of him, illuminating the path ahead. The scholar trailed behind the two balls of light, walking at a leisurely pace, complementing his scholarly attire …
The Serene Wood Forest wasn't that big. After the two fireflies slowly led the way for several hundred meters, they finally reached the end of the path. The path ahead suddenly opened up, and an exquisite little white courtyard appeared. The two fireflies quickly flew over, landing on the roof. There were already many fireflies resting there.
The little courtyard was surrounded by white jade walls, and the house was made of white jade. The walls weren't even as tall as a person, and an adult could see everything inside at a glance. There was a door on the walls, but there was no door panel to block it.
The scholar stepped onto the threshold with his bare feet, looking at the courtyard that was covered with fine and smooth black sand. Although it was black in color, it was extremely clean and tidy, causing one to not have the heart to destroy it. His outstretched foot shrank back, and hearing the 'weng weng' sound coming from inside, he immediately smiled bitterly, "Can I come in?"
"Don't come in if there's nothing important." A clear and faint voice mixed with the humming sound.
"Then I'd better come in." The scholar shook his head helplessly, his outstretched foot paused for a moment. Finally, he steeled his heart and stepped on the fine and soft black sand, taking one step at a time as he walked in.
On the left side of the courtyard, under the porch, a black-robed woman with shoulder-length hair and half of her face covered by a black veil was turning a stone mill. The 'weng weng' sound came from the stone mill. There were several fireflies climbing up the porch's pillar, illuminating the masked woman's actions.
Under the groove of the stone mill, there was a silver urn. Fine and even black sand was sliding down from the groove, rustling as it flowed into the silver urn. On top of the stone mill, there was a fist-sized feeding hole. The masked woman pushed the stone mill with one hand, while the other hand held a few black divine grade spirit stones. From time to time, she would put a piece into the feeding hole.
Usually, most people grind beans, and what they grinded was tofu, but what she grinded was spirit stones. She didn't know what to call the fine black sand she grinded. But one thing was for sure, since it was able to grind a divine grade spirit stone into fine sand, it was most likely not an ordinary grindstone.
The scholar left a trail of footprints on the fine sand. He walked to the porch and turned his head to look at the masterpiece he had created. He stared at it for a while, as if he was trying to figure out something. In the end, he shrugged his shoulders to no avail. Thus, he stared at the masked woman for a while longer, then clenched his fist and coughed lightly, "Why do you have to go through so much trouble? I can make as many of these things as you want."
"Are you trying to start a conversation?" The masked woman didn't even look at him. She frowned and said, "There's an obscene aura on your body. If you do that kind of thing again, you're not allowed to enter my door for three days."
"You can even smell it?" The scholar raised his hand to his chest and sniffed, but didn't smell anything unusual. He smiled wryly, "I purposely walked over slowly to get rid of the smell on my body, but I didn't expect …" He suddenly paused, looking back in the direction of his little house. In fact, it wasn't far from this courtyard, only a few hundred meters away. Although the masked woman's cultivation wasn't high, it shouldn't be hard for her to hear that kind of unscrupulous and unrestrained moans. He turned around and coughed lightly, "Don't tell me you heard it already?"
"That woman screamed so loudly, it's hard not to hear it. But this has nothing to do with whether I heard it or not. There is indeed that kind of obscene aura on your body, if I smell it too much, it will affect my divination ability. If it's serious, my divination ability might even disappear. Be careful in the future. " The masked woman said with indifference. That kind of erotic matter was tasteless to her like chewing wax.
"So it's like that!" The scholar's expression turned solemn, nodding his head, "I'll remember it."
The masked woman added another piece of divine grade spirit stone into the stone mill's feeding port, pushing it at a steady speed, speaking in an indifferent tone, "Don't beat around the bush, if you have something to say, just say it! What do you want from me? "
The scholar stood in the corridor with his hands clasped behind his back. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I personally carved two Netherworld Emperor's tokens, other than the one I have on me, I gave the other one to you …"
The masked woman suddenly stopped pushing the stone mill, and the humming sound disappeared. The scholar who was paying attention to the masked woman's expression thought he hit the nail on the head, but then he saw the masked woman bend down and pick up the silver urn on the ground. It turned out the urn was filled with fine black sand. The masked woman picked up the urn, glanced at the scholar, and asked, "Why didn't you say it?"
The scholar choked on his words. He watched as the masked woman walked down the corridor, slowly walking to the corner of the courtyard with the urn in her arms. She reached into the urn and picked up a handful of fine black sand, sprinkling it over the courtyard. The scholar rubbed his forehead, feeling a little helpless, "Did you give away the token I gave you?"
"Yes!" The masked woman slowly stepped back as she sprinkled the fine black sand, "Can't I give it away?"
"No, I never interfere with anything you do." The scholar's eyes flickered, staring at the masked woman's back, "But I also know you don't easily interact with strangers, I just want to know, why did you give it to Yue Qianchou?"
"Yue Qianchou?" The masked woman was startled, her hands stopped moving. She recalled the native with a head full of pigtails she met in the underground palace in the human world, a very strange native.
She had divined for him once and discovered that the native was actually someone who had died twice but was still alive. She wanted to clearly divine how he had died, but in the end, she couldn't see through him. She wanted to divine his future, but she still couldn't see through him. Even his cultivation couldn't be seen through. She could only guess his name, that he was a person full of mysteries.
As far as she could remember, she had only met three people whose fates she couldn't divine. However, these three people all appeared in the human world where she was trapped, and they all happened to be very close to each other. One of them was Bi Changchun, who had killed the two Generals of the Underworld who were protecting her. The other one was the native with a head full of pigtails; his name was Yue Qianchou. She had a deep impression of him, so she remembered him as soon as this name was mentioned.
However, she didn't give the token of the Underworld Emperor to Yue Qianchou, who had a head full of pigtails, and she couldn't give the token of the Underworld Emperor to a person she couldn't figure out. When she entered the Cave of the Nine Nether, she suddenly found an extraordinary female Ghost Cultivator. She peeped into her fate and found that the future of this female Ghost Cultivator was unbelievable.
This female Ghost Cultivator was destined to be helped by a benefactor, who would help her achieve an extraordinary future. She wanted to find out who her benefactor was, who could help her achieve such a great achievement; but she couldn't find out who that benefactor was. This was the third person she couldn't divine as far as she could remember.
That was why he gave the token of the Underworld Emperor to her after he had glimpsed a trace of the fate of the female Ghost Practitioner. He hoped that he could help her in the future so that they could form a good relationship. After she gave the token of the Underworld Emperor to the female Ghost Cultivator, she suddenly found that someone seemed to be watching her. She vaguely sensed that the person should be the benefactor of the female Ghost Cultivator, but she couldn't find out where he was …
Now, hearing the scholar say that the token of the Emperor of Underworld she gave to the female Ghost Cultivator was in the hands of Yue Qianchou, she suddenly realized something. Maybe the third person whose fate she couldn't peek into didn't exist at all, but one of the two people she had met earlier. In this case, the benefactor in the female Ghost Cultivator's fate was about to be revealed. It should be Yue Qianchou with a head full of braids.
If he could help the female Ghost Cultivator achieve such a great achievement, wouldn't his future achievement be even higher …
The veiled woman's eyes were full of surprise and doubt, and a hint of excitement flashed in them. She murmured, "I finally found you." This veiled woman was none other than the Saintess of the Underworld who had met Yue Qianchou in the human world.
The scholar silently observed the expression on her face. Since the first time he saw her walk out of the boundless mysterious forbidden area, this was the first time he saw her calm face reveal excitement and excitement. This woman had always been meticulous in everything and had helped him greatly time and time again. Even when he and Jintai were able to escape from the Heavenly Tribulation in the human world, it was also because of her, otherwise, the two of them would definitely be dead.
In addition, she had a mysterious identity of walking out of the boundless mysterious forbidden land, so the scholar didn't dare to look down on her and regarded her as a celestial being. It was the first time he saw her show such a rich expression …
The scholar felt very uneasy in his heart while he was surprised, wondering what "I finally found you" meant. He couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that you are related to that Yue Qianchou?"
The Saintess of the Underworld regained her composure and shook her head slightly. "I have no relationship with him. I just met him once when I returned to the Underworld and spoke a few words with him."
She didn't say clearly whether it was before or after she returned to the Netherworld, but the scholar took it as a matter of course that it was something that happened after she returned to the Netherworld. He nodded slowly and said, "You must have seen something about the person who could make you give him the token just by meeting him once. That's right, I remember the first time I saw this brat at the Dragon Transformation Gate. He actually carried Li Guang's youngest son and leaped up the dragon gate, helping that little brat successfully transform into a dragon. Although that little brat succeeded because of himself, now that I think about it, I remember that the Netherworld River Black Carp Clan always has a 'fated person' when they leap through the dragon gate. To be able to become the fated person for the black carp to transform into a dragon, it must not be simple. There must be some karma involved. I've overlooked it. "
"Help the Netherworld River Black Carp transform into a dragon?" The Saintess of the Underworld was stunned.
"Yes!" The scholar smiled and said, "You don't really care about it, so I didn't mention it to you." The Saintess of the Underworld hugged the silver urn and a smile blossomed on her face. She said softly, "He really is an unspeakably noble person. Seems like I didn't guess wrong …"
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