I Have a Golden Crow-Chapter 479 - 345 Foolish Immortal

"It’s okay, we’ve got Master Qing." In the howling wind, Lin Shiwei shouted comfortingly.

"Oh, oh." Li Mengnan was flustered with worry; though she was already a Demon Tamer, the idea of "jumping off buildings" still made her nervous.

The two girls quickly leaped onto the deer’s back and headed for the rear hatch.

Fu Jianzhou was just as comfortable with the heights; he didn’t summon his Demon Pet, just followed alongside the Dust Spirit Deer, plummeting down together.

Amusingly, a pair of tiny wings suddenly sprouted by his ankles.

The wings looked like clouds, exquisitely shaped and rather like cotton candy—making Li Mengnan want to take a bite...

Both Yang Qingqing and Fu Jianzhou, these two former soldiers, had chosen similarly matched Demon Pets.

Even though neither specialized in the Wind Element, they each had a Wind Mount inside them.

Yang Qingqing’s Wind Mount was the Ghost Horse·Wind Trace Steed, while Senior Brother Fu’s was the Snow-colored Steed·Flying Steed.

"Wait, wait, third sis! Du Yu is flying!" Li Mengnan wrapped an arm around Lin Shiwei’s waist, leaned sideways, and looked down.

Right beside Yang Qingqing, Du Yu’s falling figure wobbled erratically, occasionally adjusting his position to get closer to Master Qing.

Lin Shiwei was also a little stunned; after all, it had only been about half a month since they last saw each other. How was Du Yu...

Meanwhile, a hundred meters below.

"Oh shit~ Oh shit!" Du Yu mumbled, a breeze swirling at his feet, occasional sparks flickering out.

Jumping from a thousand meters up is way more exhilarating than jumping from the 16th floor!

"Careful, Master Qing!" Du Yu suddenly shouted. The falling Master Qing abruptly steadied herself, and Du Yu scrambled to brake as well.

However, a move like that was beyond Du Yu’s current ability.

Watching as he was about to step on Master Qing’s head, Du Yu froze completely.

Well, damn~

If I step on her now, will Master Qing tear me apart?

"Whew~"

Yang Qingqing didn’t even lift her head, just leaned slightly and caught him with a casual swing of her arm.

The plummeting Du Yu was instantly grabbed by the nape of his neck.

"Uh." Du Yu was a bit embarrassed, tried to steady himself in midair, and nervously spoke, "Master Qing?"

"Mm." Yang Qingqing let go, gazing at the distant, sky-covering white robe.

The billowing white robe danced in the wind, surging like ocean waves, flapping and roaring.

What an ancient Spiritual Artifact!

Its appearance was definitely earth-shattering enough.

The Dust Spirit Immortal Deer slowly descended, coming to a steady stop by the master and disciple.

Li Mengnan stared blankly at Du Yu: "How did you... you... huh?"

Lin Shiwei frowned slightly, staring at the whirlwind twining under Du Yu’s feet.

The wind was transparent, but the flickering sparks within traced the whirlwind’s path.

What Demon Skill is that?

Did Du Yu just tame a Wind and Fire dual-element Demon Pet?

"I’ll explain later." Yang Qingqing replied offhand, pointing below, "Jianzhou, you three get to the ground, contact the troops, and help the military and police evacuate civilians."

"Yes!"

"Yes." The brothers and sisters replied one after another.

Yang Qingqing grabbed Du Yu by the neck again, aiming him diagonally downward: "The two of us are going to meet that white robe."

Following Master Qing’s planned route, Du Yu did his best to use Wind Dance, drifting slowly downward at an angle.

The longer he sustained Demon Skill·Wind Dance, the smoother Du Yu became, and the steadier he flew.

By the time the master and disciple reached the edge of the white robe, Du Yu’s body was no longer wobbly at all.

Such a rapid rate of improvement was downright astonishing!

Yang Qingqing knew Du Yu’s talent well, and was already used to his speed.

She said nothing, just inched closer to the white robe, reaching out carefully.

Du Yu stood slightly behind her; with his excellent eyesight, he clearly saw a half-transparent shield extending from the robe’s edge.

This must be one of the Spiritual Artifact’s abilities.

Looking downward, Du Yu saw that on the ground, a few hundred meters below, the half-transparent shields formed a barrier.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Du Yu was observing carefully, a fierce wind suddenly hit!

Du Yu shielded his face as he was slammed backward by the blast.

The winds whipped up by the white robe were like a raging sea—and tiny Du Yu was nothing more than a tiny boat in those waves.

That single recoil blew him nearly a hundred meters back!

Du Yu managed to step in the air a few times, finally steadying himself, then looked forward.

He saw Yang Qingqing gripping the white robe with one hand, totally unfazed by the wind.

She was flung horizontally, long black hair and pale green dress streaming dramatically through the sky.

Du Yu’s heart sank. Judging by the robe’s actions, it was clearly unfriendly.

Right then, Yang Qingqing released her grip and flew backwards.

"How is it, Master Qing?" Du Yu reached out to catch her, but she landed firmly two meters in front of him.

"The Artifact Spirit isn’t here; that’s just the artifact itself. It’ll make its own defensive moves whenever you get close." Yang Qingqing said softly, gazing at the tempestuous white robe.

Du Yu: "So the two are currently separated?"

Normally, once you find an ancient Spiritual Artifact, you can communicate with its spirit.

But there are exceptions—like the Jade Gourd.

When Du Yu and the others took on that mission, the Jade Gourd’s spirit was hiding inside Gourd Mountain, so they had to actively search it out.

Yang Qingqing lowered her gaze: "Come on, let’s regroup with the military and police first."

"Got it." Du Yu followed Master Qing down, also examining the neighborhood below.

The white robe had picked quite the spot—this was a thriving commercial district!

Just how many civilians would be gathered here in such a bustling place?

As the two dropped down, an officer hurried over: "Ms. Yang, did you communicate with the Heaven-covering Robe?"

Clearly, the soldiers had seen Yang Qingqing grabbing the Heaven-covering Robe earlier.

With the shrill wailing echoing, Yang Qingqing glanced toward the escape exit: "No, we need to go into the city and take a look."

The half-transparent shield had already covered the entire district, and the gap here had been blasted open by military police.

Right then, more than twenty ordinary civilians were evacuating under the protection of a squad of Demon Spirit Soldiers.

Most people looked terrified, walking in a panic.

Among them, one middle-aged woman was crying loudly, seemingly traumatized, helped along by two soldiers.

In bad luck, at least this escape route wasn’t clogged up.

Which meant, over the past couple hours, the Demon Spirit Squad had already evacuated most civilians.

Still, Du Yu could imagine that in this busy district, among all these high-rise buildings, there must be many more trapped inside.

"Master Qing." Fu Jianzhou hurried over, handed Yang Qingqing an invisible headphone, "The transparent shield isn’t all that strong; a Glory Gold Quality Demon Skill could blast open a gap easily."

Yang Qingqing nodded lightly: "How’s the situation inside?"

Fu Jianzhou: "There are white-robed wandering souls roaming the district. The ghosts themselves have no fighting power, but they can control Demon Beasts below the Earth Level.

Right now, they’re leading Demon Beasts around searching for something—but no clue what."

Yang Qingqing nodded. They’d already been briefed on this on the plane.

So much time had passed, and there was still no progress. No one had a clue what the robe wanted or what its motives were.

Yang Qingqing turned to the leading officer: "Notify all the military and police teams in the district: if you spot any abnormal white-robed wandering soul, notify me immediately."

"Yes, ma’am!" the reply came back loud and clear.

"Let’s go." Yang Qingqing led her disciples forward in long strides.

Under the eyes of police and civilians, the Cyan Sect crew pushed upstream, brushing past soldiers and evacuees.

The street was scattered with debris, streaked with blood—evidence of how much chaos unfolded here earlier.

Yang Qingqing: "The white robe’s Artifact Spirit should be deeper in the city. We need to watch every single white-robed wandering soul; one of them must be the artifact spirit in disguise."

As she spoke, Yang Qingqing drifted up, surveying the devastated streets from above.

The ruined city view was nothing short of shocking.

"Jianzhou."

"Master Qing?" Fu Jianzhou leapt up, arriving next to Yang Qingqing.

"Get up on that building rooftop. Play the West Xia’s Flute." Yang Qingqing pointed to the upper right, "Mind your output intensity—just soothe everyone’s nerves, don’t put them to sleep."

"Understood." Fu Jianzhou suddenly spread his legs, and a snowy white steed came together beneath him, galloping into the air.

As the white steed soared, cloud wings sprouted from each of its four hooves.

Yang Qingqing looked around: "Keep up, everyone."

She wanted Fu Jianzhou to play the West Xia’s Flute not just to calm people down.

With all this commotion, it might lure the Artifact Spirit out!

Just as everyone flew toward the building, Du Yu’s voice rang out behind: "Master Qing!"

"Hmm?"

Du Yu pointed down a distant street: "White-robed wandering soul!"

Yang Qingqing kept charging ahead but looked back, unable to see the target.

Without hesitation, she said, "You three go check it out."

"Got it." Du Yu grabbed the Dust Spirit Deer Horn. "Go, go, go."

Lin Shiwei: "Where?"

Du Yu pointed with the tip of his Bow Arm toward the diagonal below: "That mall."

But Lin Shiwei and Bai Lu still couldn’t see what Du Yu spotted, so they just charged toward that general direction.

"That street, Xinghua Mall! See it?"

Lin Shiwei squinted, searching carefully.

"Here, follow my arrow." Du Yu braced and flipped onto the deer, sitting in front of Lin Shiwei.

The girl hurried to move back, while Li Mengnan behind her had to scoot further back too...

Thankfully, Bai Lu was huge, carrying three people with ease.

"Whoosh~"

Du Yu drew his bow and loosed an arrow; a Fire Arrow sliced across the sky above the city.

A thin fiery streak traced the arrow’s flight.

"Crash!"

The glass shattered; the Fire Arrow blasted straight into the mall.

A Great Demon Tamer level attack—now that’s something.

"I’ll wait for you inside." As soon as Du Yu finished, his figure vanished.

Li Mengnan couldn’t help grinning. After becoming a Great Demon Tamer, Du Yu’s basically a god!

That’s just way too cool, right?

Lin Shiwei squeezed Bai Lu’s sides: "Charge."

Meanwhile, the Fire Arrow detonated inside the mall.

Du Yu snapped his head up, eyes scanning. The inside of the mall was wrecked, like it had seen a riot.

He looked around, then strung his bow for another shot!

"Whoosh~"

The Fire Arrow shot straight for the escalator’s ad panel, pinning the female model right in the eye.

"Pop~"

The arrow exploded. Du Yu landed steadily, eyes fixed on the back of a white robe: "Hey!"

About a dozen meters away, the white-robed wandering soul halted suddenly.

It was holding a half-transparent leash, and the other end had a Wolf Lake Dog?

Du Yu called out, "Hey, clothes—what are you looking for?"

"Gruuu..." The Wolf Lake Dog growled overhead, turning around first.

Slowly, the white-robed figure turned as well.

Its features were ghostly and a little blurry, half-transparent, seemingly a middle-aged man.

Du Yu swept a hand across his chest, slid it aside.

Thick Demon Breath surged and took shape—Little Tai Sui landed firmly next to him.

Du Yu raised his chin toward the figure: "Where’s your Artifact Spirit? Let’s have a talk, yeah?"