I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 65 - 60 Wang Family Gathering
Tian Lin thought that speed was of the essence in war, so he assumed that the Yao Yue Sect would dispatch Inner Disciples and Outer Disciples to the Wang Family estate the following day.
But instead, on the next day, he only received a convening order from the Law Enforcement Hall, ordering him to be at the Yao Yue Sect’s beck and call.
More than ten days passed like this, and then the sound of drums and horns arose from Moon Pond Mountain. A flying crane flew out from the waterfall on Moon Pond Mountain, flapping its wings as it delivered messages to various peaks.
Tian Lin, originally meditating at Jiran Inn on Lianshui Peak, only left his room upon hearing the drum and horn signals.
He saw the flying crane circling the mountain, shouting: "Disciples who received the summons on Lianshui Peak, hurry to Moon Pond Mountain, and join us; kill them all, leave none behind!"
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The flying crane’s voice was high-pitched and penetrating; in an instant, everyone on Lianshui Peak knew of the Yao Yue Sect’s call to arms.
For these past ten days, Tian Lin dared not sleep at night, meditating instead around the clock, cultivating even while carrying his food box to the restroom.
Finally, at the brink of the battle, he had achieved the second level of Qi Refinement.
He had even touched on the edge of the Great Achievement Realm with the otherwise difficult-to-cultivate Bright Sun Finger.
Upon hearing the flying crane’s message, Tian Lin took his knife and bow, pocketed the ’Ice-Frost Talisman,’ ’Fiery Flame Talisman,’ and ’Godspeed Talisman’ he had purchased from Sword Peak, and headed down the mountain.
The kitchen staff had already prepared dried Ghost Head Swallow meat for Tian Lin. He shouldered a large cloth bag they provided, walking all the way to the foot of Moon Pond Mountain.
At this time, at the foot of Moon Pond Mountain, a crane as tall as a man was pacing beside an old man in a Taoist robe.
[Phoenix Antelope, a mid-grade spirit beast, can absorb water and spit fire, its flesh replenishes water and Fire Spiritual Energy when consumed.]
Tian Lin’s gaze lingered briefly on the flying crane before finally turning towards the old man in the Taoist robe.
A woman in green clothes was there before Tian Lin. She looked somewhat worried, giving Tian Lin a glance before continuing to space out.
The woman in green ignored Tian Lin, and the old man in the Taoist robe acted as if he had not even noticed Tian Lin’s presence.
Then, the old man said to Xing Shanping:
"This old man doesn’t care about any rules or face-saving, my intention is just one word, kill, kill, kill, leave them without a trace of their armor!"
As soon as the old man’s words ended, the flying crane beside him seemed to have received some instructions, immediately spreading its white wings, craning its neck, and loudly shouting to the sky:
"Kill, kill, kill, leave them without a trace of their armor!"
It seemed the old man was accustomed to being contradicted by the crane, as he pushed the crane in front of him away while continuing to speak to Xing Shanping:
"In any case, you handle the matters of prosecution, and leave the killing to me."
Before the old man could speak again, the flying crane excitedly called out once again: "Kill, kill, kill, leave them without a trace of their armor!"
At this moment, a group of Outer Disciples finally made their way from various peaks.
These Outer Disciples, all clad in Taoist robes and armed with swords and knives, came over chatting and laughing.
As soon as they stood before Xing Shanping, they bowed respectfully to the elder beside him: "Disciples greet Elder He."
When Tian Lin also squeezed through, Xing Shanping glanced over the crowd and said:
"All of you have been sent by your respective peaks; each one possesses the cultivation of at least the fourth or even the eighth level of Qi Refinement. You are indeed the proud and untainted chosen of our sect’s Outer Disciples."
When he mentioned the proud chosen ones, an Outer Disciple next to Tian Lin glanced at him.
Tian Lin said nothing, tightening his grip on the large cloth bag slung over his shoulder, he kept his eyes fixed on Xing Shanping, listening to his speech.
Xing Shanping wasn’t much of a talker, and after just a few words, he patted the small pouch on his waist, conjuring a small wooden boat in the palm of his hand.
Several Outer Disciples looked on with envy, and a servant disciple boldly asked Xing Shanping: "Elder brother Xing, will there be a Storage Bag as a reward for this battle?"
Xing Shanping didn’t respond but blew on the wooden boat in his hand. It flew out of his grip and hovered more than a foot above ground, swelling in size to over three meters long in the wind.
"When could we own such a Magic Artifact?"
"Hah, we are not even peak-controlling disciples, why would the sect possibly give us a Magic Artifact?"
Eyes filled with envy, the Outer Disciples listened as a youth declared: "Once we kill the Wang Family, their Flying Boats and Storage Bags will be ours."
No sooner had the words left the youth’s mouth than Xing Shanping, who had already boarded the prow, turned his head to reprimand sharply:
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"What nonsense are you talking about? Wang Family is a sect-affiliated family of our Yao Yue Sect, with many members even stemming from our Outer Disciples—
Our journey is to correct their mistakes, not for murder and plunder. If it were just about killing, Elder He alone would suffice, why would you and I be needed?"
The youth dared not retort, merely pretending not to hear Xing Shanping’s rebuke, and started joking around with several other Outer Disciples.
Like the young merchant, these people all come from sect-affiliated families of Yao Yue Sect.
Not only are they old acquaintances, but many have intermarried across several generations, hence they are very familiar with each other.
Only Tian Lin, a servant disciple by origin and with merely the second level of Qi Refinement for his cultivation, was excluded and relegated to the rear of the boat.
The girl in green disliked the noise, so she too sat down across from Tian Lin at the rear of the boat.
At that moment, Xing Shanping, who was at the bow of the boat, asked Elder He, who had not yet boarded, "Elder, will you be traveling with us, or are you going ahead on your own?"
Elder He replied, "Your broken boat is too slow, I will follow later!"
Tian Lin then felt a slight shaking beneath him, followed by the boat beginning to rise, with the river and trees below starting to shrink.
Soon, the Flying Boat had ascended to the peak of Baihua Peak, flying towards the distant mountain range.
Looking down at the shrinking Yao Yue Sect below him, Tian Lin, sitting at the rear of the boat, couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the gunwale and lean toward the deck.
Several Outer Disciples seated in the middle were still laughing and joking, but Tian Lin noticed that several of them had turned pale, and their smiles seemed forced.
In contrast, the girl in green held her sword, completely disregarding the risk of hanging over the edge of the boat.
Her long sleeves fluttered in the wind, like an Immortal descended from the ninth heaven, catching the glances of several Outer Disciples in the middle.
"It’s an Immortal, it’s an Immortal!"
A chorus of shouting suddenly erupted from the mountains beneath the Flying Boat, drawing the gazes of the Outer Disciples in the middle away from the girl in green.
Tian Lin also leaned over the gunwale to look and saw that on a road through the mountains, a crowd of people had gathered.
Among them were the young and old, most in tattered clothes, hobbling along or chasing after the Flying Boat frantically.
But the Flying Boat could easily pass over the mountains, whereas they were easily blocked by the peaks.
They could only kneel on the mountain path, ceaselessly kowtowing towards the Flying Boat and the people on it like Tian Lin, "Please, Immortal Master, grant us your magic!"
At first, they all shouted the same thing, so their voices could reach the ears of Tian Lin and the others.
But as the voices became disordered and the Flying Boat flew further away, Tian Lin and the others could no longer hear their pleas.
They could only see them kneeling on the mountain path, slowly disappearing from their sight.
"Heh, every year there are so many fools seeking immortality. They don’t think, if the immortal gate in their own province doesn’t accept them, would our Yao Yue Sect take them in?"
"Since ancient times, there have been no shortage of such daydreamers; they don’t understand that being born in a mortal’s home, they should honestly farm and serve the great families instead of seeking immortality—
aspiring to be on equal footing with us—
Thus, it all due to not knowing one’s place, rashly overstepping the bounds, they ultimately invite disaster on themselves."
They completely forgot that Tian Lin was also on this boat, they completely forgot Tian Lin was also from Huahua Lang’s background.
Or perhaps, they simply didn’t care if Tian Lin heard their words.
Tian Lin didn’t say anything and just took a piece of Ghost Head Swallow meat that had been prepared in the kitchen from his Storage Bag and stuffed it into his mouth.
The Flying Boat flew all the way, and Tian Lin nearly ate all the way.
Finally, he felt the boat shudder, and upon opening his eyes, he saw a valley beneath them, surrounded by colorful flags.
And within the enclosure of flags, lay the so-called Wang Family gathering.
"Our Zhao family has arrived."
"Our Qu family is here too."
"Sister Han, look, your family has also sent people."
The several Outer Disciples on the boat joyfully pointed to the flags beneath the Flying Boat, but the girl in green leaned over the gunwale and said, "Can someone help me check if Brother Zhong’s family has sent someone?"
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