How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 168: Mysterious Kunlun

This mark on his forehead was left by the White Clothed King.

From then on, it became a mark of shame for him, the Qianlong King.

It was not difficult to remove the scar on his forehead, but the real challenge was removing the scar in his heart. Thus, he refused the treatment of modern medicine on the forehead scar, choosing to heal it in his own way.

However, ambitions as ancient as time also require matching capabilities.

Over these three years, he had been tracking the White Clothed King’s movements, yet he was unable to pinpoint him.

The whereabouts of the White Clothed King were elusive, now in Fusang, then in Daxia, and next far in Luoba Continent...

Locating him was an extremely difficult task.

And even if he did manage to locate him, what then?

The cultivation of the Blood Trace King had indeed progressed significantly over the years, but who could guarantee that the White Clothed King hadn’t progressed as well?

Once they faced each other, it could either be his chance to redeem himself or it might be that the White Clothed King would leave him with a new mark...

Unless it were Jing Lei!

Only if Jing Lei could swiftly execute the assassination after he located the White Clothed King.

But that did not fit the King’s glory.

Jing Lei had many big responsibilities and was not his nanny.

Hence, it was evident that the Blood Trace King was somewhat paranoid...

Blue Demon felt embarrassed to criticize him directly, preferring to subtly remind him to stay calm with a casual "And then?"

Right now, on the high-speed train, Lin Xiaosu was also reminding himself to stay calm...

Entering the Northwest and contacting Kun Cang was a necessary action.

Because the two strange entities in Kongque valley had given him a real shock.

Many things are like this, hearing about Ancient Creatures is fine as legends, but their real appearance in the world, projecting myths into reality, brings an impact that legends cannot compare to.

Huang Ji appeared, Snow Turtle appeared...

These were two auspicious beasts.

This was Yixiang’s luck.

But who could guarantee it would be as fortunate the next time?

Yixiang was right next to Kongque valley.

Even if she is not considered his woman, she is after all his comrade, or perhaps... a friend.

This was her real crisis.

Moreover, looking at the issue couldn’t be too one-sided.

The problem appeared in Kongque valley, what about Tashan then?

Tashan is also a connection point to the Otherworld.

And the ecliptic splits are happening next year on the first day of the new year.

The invasion steps of the Ancient Creatures were already visible...

He could not ignore this!

He must find the opportunity to break the situation.

And Kun Cang was the only opportunity he could see.

Mysterious Kun Cang, originally he had no way to touch it, but then, Ding Ruoshui gave him a painting, which was a map...

Before receiving the map, if Lin Xiaosu thought that Ding Ruoshui was half related to Kun Cang, with this map, he could almost be sure that Ding Ruoshui was the World Traveler of Kun Cang.

Unfortunately, Ding Ruoshui had gone off the radar.

Phone calls couldn’t get through, messages were unread.

There aren’t many places in modern society that satellites can’t reach.

If it’s not that she intentionally turned off her phone, then she must have already entered... another realm.

The high-speed train passed Ning City.

Passed Gancheng.

Ascended the highland.

Above the highland, the expanse was vast.

The sky was high and the clouds were sparse, snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the green grassland where cattle and sheep were like white waves in a green ocean.

From the distant horizon, the sound of singing faintly carried over.

The songs from the grassland were loud and full of penetrating power.

Passengers on the high-speed train took out their cameras to capture this beautiful scene.

A mighty eagle swept across from a distant mountain peak, although just a tiny dot, yet in the boundless vast grassland, it still held the majesty of a king of the sky.

"Ah, that’s the Kunlun Divine Eagle!" cried a young man nearby.

"Eagles are plenty on the grassland, what makes you think that one is the Kunlun Divine Eagle," retorted someone else.

The first young man, agitated, explained, "The Kunlun Divine Eagle is twice the size of other eagles on the grassland, and it seems to carry a Buddhist glow."

"Cut! That’s just the sunlight..."

Lin Xiaosu stared at this eagle in the sky, agreeing with the initial young man’s view.

Others might not see clearly, but he could.

The eagle’s talons resembled ujin casting.

Its feathers softly glinted with gold; this was certainly not merely a reflection of the sun—it was an extraordinary color on the eagle...

Suddenly, the eagle in the sky made a fierce dive.

It snatched a lamb from the bushes and soared into the sky.

The herdsman was right nearby, yet strangely, he made no move to stop it with his long horse-catching pole; instead, he looked on smilingly as the huge eagle carried his lamb into the sky...

"Damn! This eagle steals sheep to eat, and you’re saying it has Buddha’s light? What kind of Buddha is that?"

Several young people were having an intense discussion on the train, debating the profound topic of whether a sheep-stealing eagle possesses Buddha nature.

Eventually, an old man offered a perspective: this place is Tibet, and the Buddha of Tibet is different from the Buddha of the interior regions.

In the interior regions, doing good deeds is equivalent to being a Buddha.

In Tibet, the Buddha is imbued in the natural phenomena of the earth and mountains.

In the natural laws, it is a heavenly principle for an eagle to prey on the four-legged animals of the grasslands; therefore, its occasional theft of a few sheep does not contradict its Buddha nature...

This viewpoint silenced the young people’s discussion.

Lin Xiaosu lifted his gaze, focusing on this middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man seemed to have done some research on Tibetan culture. Quickly, he discerned a thread from the conversational snippets of the people nearby...

This person, a university professor, Professor Yin, from Nanjiang University.

Professor Yin wasn’t alone; beside him were five others who looked like students.

Three men and two women.

Among the three men, one was particularly handsome.

The two women, both pretty, but in entirely different ways.

The taller woman walked the path of elegant beauty.

While the petite woman, like a shy camellia, shying away in the corner quietly blooming.

Anyone who glanced her way would cause her to blush upon eye contact...

If this was merely a scene during the journey, passing this shared path likely wouldn’t lead to further encounters; however, it seemed as if the gears of fate were meshing between them, Lin Xiaosu soon discovered that this group boarding the high-speed train from Gancheng shared the same destination as him.

Huixian Town at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

In the bus, he traveled with this group, arriving at an ancient Huixian Town simultaneously at a hotel.

It was late August, and although it was still hot outside, here, the mountain breeze from Kunlun whisked away the summer heat, bringing an early arrival of the cool autumn wind.

Lin Xiaosu, carrying his luggage, ascended to the second floor of the hotel.

He set down his baggage, then stepped onto the second-floor platform.

This Tibetan-style hotel, akin to a felt tent on the grasslands with its dome-shaped top, offered no view from the roof. However, the proprietor constructed a viewing platform on this floor.

Currently, basking in good business, the platform’s teahouse bore about ten tables, half-filled with people enjoying tea, cracking seeds, munching snacks, and appreciating the beautiful view.

Lin Xiaosu pushed open the glass door, and fresh air filled his nostrils; he didn’t head for the tea tables but walked to the edge of the platform, leaning over the balcony railing to look eastward at a vast expanse of blue lake water.

This lake, called Yan Cuo.

Cuo, meaning lake.

Yan Cuo, Smoky Lake.

Legend has it that this lake is shrouded in clouds for at least two hundred days a year. Even on this clear weather day in early autumn, the lake appeared half veiled in autumn water, half in mist, resembling a celestial paradise.

Down below, the small town Huixian, clean and beautiful, with white buildings and blue skies. The clouds seemed to lose their way between heaven and earth. To the northwest, the vast and vague Kunlun Mountain, exuding a boundless yet intricately detailed allure.

This refinement differed entirely from that of Jiangnan.

Jiangnan’s detail lies in every grass and tree meticulously pruned like artworks, whereas here, the coarseness also contained refinement, like bold strokes of ink splashed on a vast canvas, sketching a beautiful montage.

Lin Xiaosu focused on a road at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

This road, wide at the entrance like a bell-mouth, narrowed further in, with several curves resembling the turning back of a great dragon...

In his mind, an image quietly surfaced.

This image, precisely the painting "Window" by Ding Ruoshui.

Outside the window was this road, sketched with simple strokes - indiscernible to most - but Lin Xiaosu, blending his knowledge of famous mountains and rivers from the northwestern region, compared it to the painting, recognizing this road as Kunlun Mountain. Now, here at the base of Kunlun, the details of that painting slowly filled in, and he was astonished to find that this very road was indeed the one in the image...

He put on his Dragon Eye device, performing a live search...

A sea of information flooded in.

Locals called this the Miyan Road.

Why Miyan Road?

Because it contained otherworldly items that are difficult to find in the mundane world, as unpredictable as mist and clouds.

There were thousand-year-old snow lotuses.

Ancient glaciers.

Nameless bodies beneath the glaciers, still lifelike despite a thousand years passing.

Mysterious blue fires atop glaciers that, when an ailing elder stumbled upon them, miraculously recovered overnight, the body rejuvenated as if they were young again.

Strange fruits hung on branches for decades without rotting, resembling the legendary peach from the outside. However, they were entirely unpredictable inside; some held fresh, delicious pulp - the pinnacle of earthly delights. Others, however, emitted a foul smell, or worse yet, might contain a flying white worm that, upon opening the fruit, would burrow into a person’s brain, rendering them lifeless.

All legends seemed to point in one direction.

That everything on the Miyan Road was unpredictable.

Everything seemingly had a dual nature, whether a chance encounter or the scythe of the Soul Summoner, hinged on a single thought...

Suddenly, a sharp clang...

On the edge of the platform, Lin Xiaosu turned back to see the shy girl he had traveled with; she had accidentally bumped into the balcony door’s glass, rubbing her head, seemingly a bit dazed.

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