Chapter 301
301 Days of Timing 1
Chapter 301 301 The Right Time
The third day after Qingfei Floating Mountain successfully took off.
Just as things were starting to stabilize, Lin Hui received an urgent report from the outside world.
"The Federal Parliament's campaign against the Mingxin Society has failed." Liu Wujun personally came to deliver the message, plopped down opposite Lin Hui, picked up his tea and drank it all in one gulp, looking somewhat dejected.
"Failed?" Lin Hui was closing his eyes to comprehend the Heavenly Saint Form. Ironically, as the external turmoil intensified and more and more people around him died, many people began to use their connections to try to move into Qingfei Mountain.
After all, there are top-notch protective formations set up by Qingfeng Dao there. Apart from the slight inconvenience in daily life, there are no other major problems.
At a time when safety is of utmost importance, the closure of Qingfei Mountain has ironically become the best condition to put everyone at ease.
"Yes, it failed. The Speaker and the Mingxin Guild Master were both severely injured. The Guild Master's main body was destroyed three times, but each time it was destroyed, it would reassemble into a new special form, with its strength increasing dramatically. In addition, with the unlimited supply of the power of the Sea of Sound, it managed to withstand the Speaker's terrifying offensive and, together with a giant tentacle emerging from the Sea of Sound Rift, repel him," Liu Wujun sighed.
"Three reunions." Lin Hui's eyes narrowed slightly. "It seems he didn't use his true strength at all back in Black Cloud."
"It's quite normal for experts at that level, especially those with imperial blood, to have hidden trump cards. After all, at their level, obtaining all sorts of top-tier relics and resources wouldn't be too difficult," Liu Wujun explained.
Finally, he added one more sentence.
"Speaking of which, do any experts at your level have any exclusive information these days?" Lin Hui was currently standing in the position of the deputy city lord, a top-level position who could directly communicate with the city lord. His intelligence information should be much more readily available than Lin Hui's.
That's why he asked that question.
"Fortunately, the surrounding area hasn't changed much. However, try to stay indoors as much as possible during this period. If you have nothing to do, stay in Qingfei Mountain. I've set up an array there, so it's very safe," Lin Hui advised.
"Yes, I know. Speaking of which, our Lin and Liu families really owe a lot to you, otherwise this trip would have been much better," Liu Wujun said with a slight sigh.
"We're all family, no need to be so polite," Lin Hui said with a smile.
Liu Wujun chatted about everyday things for a while. This once exceptionally talented genius, Amamiya, has gradually become more sentimental.
Lin Hui simply sat and listened, as he heard about his teacher's injury and year-long recuperation, and how he had taken on a female disciple, yet for some reason, he couldn't suppress his feelings for her. The female disciple was so virtuous that he felt less like he had taken on a disciple and more like he had married a wife.
There are also a series of troubles in Amamiya. The number of decaying old people is increasing, the previous sphere of influence is shrinking rapidly, and many mining and resource sites have been abandoned, resulting in Amamiya's resource control becoming increasingly heavy.
Lin Hui remained silent, only occasionally responding with a few words, quietly cultivating while listening to his elder brother's complaints.
It wasn't until Li Yuanyuan entered and the wind chimes announced a visitor that Liu Wujun had finally gotten up and left, albeit unsteadily.
He's almost at the point of becoming the deputy palace master. Normally, this step would take at least fifty years. But in recent years, too many people have died.
After the eldest brother left.
Lin Hui looked in Li Yuanyuan's direction.
"what's up?"
"Master, a distinguished guest has arrived," Li Yuanyuan whispered.
Lin Hui was taken aback. He scanned his surroundings with his mind and will, but he couldn't detect the person who had come.
“Bring him in,” he said softly.
Soon, Li Yuanyuan brought an elderly man in a mask who looked somewhat familiar.
"It has been a long time since I last visited. Please forgive me, Daoist Master. I came this time because I made some preparations in advance." The old man was none other than the Black Face of the Benevolent Sect, who had not appeared for a long time.
"So it's you guys." Lin Hui smiled. "I was quite satisfied with the gift last time."
The fox from last time was proactively delivered by the Benevolent Sect, their attitude undoubtedly very respectful. Later, through close cooperation with Old Man Lin Shunhe's side, they quickly provided a considerable amount of aphrodisiacs.
Overall, Shanxin Education is a pretty good channel for cooperation.
"I'm glad the Dao Master is satisfied." The dark-faced man smiled, standing somewhat reservedly in the courtyard. "I've come on behalf of the sect to convey greetings from the Federation's main branch. At the same time, I'd like to ask the Dao Master whether Black Cloud can take in and provide assistance to a few of our fellow members?"
Lin Hui understood immediately upon hearing this.
Is it because there are too many disasters outside, and some important figures within the sect are starting to plan for their future?
The Black Cloud area is stable and secure, so we sent people here in advance to open up the channels, just in case it becomes even more secure in the future, so we can reserve a spot first.
“Okay.” He didn’t mind. “But don’t have too many people, and once we’re inside the Black Cloud, I won’t be responsible for the aftermath.”
“Of course, of course,” Black Face quickly replied.
"Is there any news within the sect right now regarding the Haiming Mingxin Society?" Lin Hui asked casually.
"There are some recent rumors that the Mingxin Society has successfully joined forces with the Mist God Alliance to form an alliance with six powerful Mist Gods, headed by the leader of the Mingxin Society, who have become the highest-ranking members of the alliance."
"Powerful divine power?"
"The six strongest Mist Gods in the Federation today are all leaders of their respective god groups, possessing terrifying strength. They once joined forces to fight the Federation army led by the Mist Emperor for a century before finally retreating due to excessive exhaustion. However, they subsequently occupied a large area of territory outside the city." Blackface paused, then continued.
"In reality, the Taisu Federation is nominally ruled by us Mist People, but most of the Federation's territory is actually occupied by the Mist Gods. We can only survive by occupying small points around the city."
That's right, Lin Hui nodded.
He had long felt that, in essence, the Mist Gods occupied far more territory than the Mist People.
"After the Federation led its forces to fight against Mingxin, has there been any news of Xie Chang'an, the city's lord?"
"Yes. Lord Xie was attacked while returning with his friends halfway through his journey. He got surrounded while trying to rescue them and is temporarily trapped. However, with Lord Xie's strength, he should be able to break through soon," the black-faced man said respectfully.
"Very good. You can go back and report now." Lin Hui nodded.
The kind-hearted teaching staff had a very good attitude. They've always been a reliable source for medicine. Helping them out this time was a good thing.
"Thank you, Daoist Master. May I ask if you could disclose the specific conditions and requirements for joining Qingfei Mountain?" Hei Ming asked again before leaving.
"By becoming a disciple of our sect, you can join Qingfei Mountain," Lin Hui said with a smile. The black-faced man nodded, bowed again, stepped back and left the courtyard before turning and disappearing.
Lin Hui remained silent for a while, then slowly stood up, and in a flash, disappeared from the spot.
Passing through the courtyard gate and through the corridor, we arrived at an open-air courtyard.
The courtyard was covered with dense flower beds, filled with dried flower branches.
A somewhat thin woman was squatting on the ground, painstakingly pruning each flower branch.
Seemingly sensing Lin Hui's arrival, the woman stopped what she was doing, stood up, and turned around.
It was Xia Si, who had become much thinner.
Her face was cold now, but you could still see the fierce aura emanating from her iron-gray eyes.
She was casually dressed in a Qingfeng Dao female disciple's robe, with the skirt and cuffs trimmed short for ease of movement.
"Has the Dao Master come to release his disciples?"
Her voice was calm, and there seemed to be no emotional fluctuation in it.
During her years of imprisonment, Lin Hui would periodically seize her to observe the operation, patterns, growth, and spread of the power of ash.
At first, Lin Hui captured her quite frequently, but as he gradually gained a better understanding of the power of ash, the frequency of his captures decreased.
Throughout the entire process, her cultivation level was kept sealed.
Lin Hui revoked the granting of the three seals and placed him in the Taoist temple for close observation.
His cultivation was suppressed and scattered, making it impossible for him to condense a net.
Weaving the net is the most fundamental starting point for martial artists, and the foundation of everything. Without weaving the net, she would have no way to draw in the power of ashes and the true power of martial arts, and would be instantly burned to ashes by the unfiltered unknown power.
This also led her to become an ordinary person, with nothing special except for being much stronger physically.
"Do you still hate me?" Lin Hui smiled, unconcerned.
"The Dao Lord is farsighted, wise, and powerful. It's not a matter of whether I hate him or not." Xia Si had clearly matured a lot.
"Over the years, I've thought things through carefully. What happened back then wasn't your fault. My anger towards you stems more from ambition and resentment. The power of the ashes has influenced me."
"It's good that you've figured it out. I'm here because there's something I need you to do. If you can do it well, your confinement can be lifted." Lin Hui transmitted his voice.
A glint flashed in Xia Si's eyes.
"Please speak, Dao Master."
She wasn't a fool. Years of reflection had gradually made her understand what she truly wanted. Without cultivation, she had been focusing on nourishing and refining her spirit, waiting for an opportunity.
And now, the opportunity has finally arrived.
"Great chaos is coming. I need you to go to Tu Yue and move everything from the labyrinth ruins here. After that, I will set you free. You can be free to do whatever you want and grow stronger."
Lin Hui smiled.
As the upheaval began, more and more people settled on Qingfei Mountain, and the cycle of life and death began to circulate among them.
A few new lives appeared, death gradually increased, and decay occasionally flickered. The appearance of new life allowed him to vaguely glimpse the mystery of the cycle of all things.
The appearance of the Netherworld Cave further connected him to the others, and he vaguely sensed what kind of energy was truly needed for the third level of the Star Breath Sword Manual.
With chaos looming, he no longer intended to keep Xia Si inside the sect and painstakingly monitor her. The best solution was to let her out to grow freely and then harvest her regularly.
Anyway, with the restrictions of the Dharma Seal, she wouldn't betray the sect.
Of course, in order to prevent her from suddenly going crazy and causing trouble, some special measures are needed.
Lin Hui's eyes flashed as he looked at Xia Si, who was deep in thought.
Suddenly he raised his hand and pointed forward.
laugh.
The next instant, a speck of black light entered Xia Si's forehead and disappeared.
"You!!?" She stepped back in shock and anger, about to shout, but her voice was completely blocked by the wind, sealed in this small space.
This is a new technique that Lin Hui has recently mastered as his cultivation level has become increasingly terrifying.
By isolating the air, a small vacuum is temporarily created around the device, thus preventing the transmission of sound waves.
Without a medium, sound cannot be transmitted.
He smiled and lowered his hand.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a small safeguard."
Xia Si gritted her teeth, but when she realized it was useless, she quickly suppressed her anger.
During her convalescence, she carefully recalled the events of that time many, many times. She knew very well what kind of person Lin Hui was.
Internally, this person can be gentle, reassuring, and approachable. But externally, once someone is deemed unimportant to him, he can resort to any cruel means.
(End of this chapter)