My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 796 - 496: Right in Front (Two-in-One)_3
The horse-faced chief froze, his mind buzzing, unable to react.
Hiss!
A pain in his crotch!
...
The old Daoist led the ox up the hill, turning back to glance one last time from afar.
Under the shade of the trees, the officers were in a rush, while the horse-faced chief lay on the ground, curled like a shrimp, emitting painful whimpers.
The old Daoist snickered.
The rats scurried wildly, biting people, then licked up the splattered blood as if ravenously devouring it.
It was as if what flowed out was not blood,
but golden fragrant oil.
"Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
The old Daoist chanted, turned the ox around, and slowly walked out of the small town.
...
The old Daoist led the green ox, carrying bundles, retracing the path he came from.
Along the path were wildflowers, weeds, and trees growing everywhere, shrouded in twilight, merging into a gloomy color, identical to the scene on his way in.
Yet, his aged brow furrowed unknowingly.
The road seemed familiar.
The old Daoist felt a heavy heart.
Moreover... increasingly familiar!
On the muddy road interspersed with woods, all was silent, everything deathly still. Though it was clearly dusk, no returning forest birds were visible in the sky, the stark contrast deepening the old Daoist's unease, and the green ox beside him began to paw the ground.
But the old Daoist could only continue walking.
He did not know how long passed, but eventually, the road ahead revealed a slightly different scene.
He saw a young Daoist holding a little female crown's hand, standing at the dim crossroads, facing the dark and eerie road ahead, seeming hesitant.
The old Daoist stopped, calculated an astrological sign with his fingers, and then slowly approached.
As he neared, the young Daoist also turned his head.
"Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable, friend, don't take offense."
The old Daoist greeted, led the ox forward and gave a formal bow,
"May I ask your name?"
"I am Daoist Long, traveling with my junior sister, without a Daoist name."
"A solitary cultivator from the mountains, my title is Fan Kongzi."
The young Daoist returned the bow and immediately asked: "Fan Kong, have you also lost your way?"
It seems this person is trapped here too... the old Daoist also couldn't find his way out, and nodded slightly.
Traveling and adventuring, it's easy to encounter strange happenings, especially in this town. The old Daoist remained three parts wary, then thought that since this person had been trapped here longer, it was worth asking him about the situation.
The old Daoist peered into the distance, looking perplexed: "Master Daoist, do you know... what is happening here..."
Before he could finish, the young Daoist said: "At dusk, the confusion of yin and yang is the time when spirits and demons are most rampant, you should know that."
"Indeed... the yin energy here is exceptionally thick,"
The old Daoist nodded and laughed:
"I wonder which demon dares to block our way, truly courting disaster, meeting their doom."
"What a coincidence,"
The young Daoist smirked,
"It's right in front of you."
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ps:
Don't worry, everyone, this book will definitely not be discontinued. This is my first masterpiece, and no matter what, it won't be cut short.
I said I'd take a three-day break, but it unknowingly turned into five days.
The reason isn't complicated, because I needed to re-plan the direction of the plot, while taking care of the storylines for each female lead, and also restructure the worldview, which required more time.
And most importantly, the crucial thing is—I rediscovered my passion.
This process was very complex and challenging, a detailed account would take thousands of words.
But... after a long period of confusion, I finally found my enthusiasm again. Where I was once numb to many things, I now find curiosity in every character in my book.
It's as if the words are speaking to me, slowly pulsating, thump, thump.
The most symbolic small event in this journey was when I accidentally saw a picture in a QQ group. It was just a rather ordinary picture, and that group member was merely remarking on how warm the sun was, a fleeting moment that would normally be forgotten in seconds.
But as I looked at the picture, words drifted through my mind.
"Layer upon layer of clouds piled onto the sky, the sun already shining brilliantly, its rays dazzling, an unintentional scene exudes vibrant life, increasingly illuminating in my direction. I skimmed the screen, only to return again, entering the scene, seeing the shadows of nearby trees like melting demons."
In a fleeting moment, I embarked on a wondrous journey.
At that moment, I knew I had truly regained my passion and could write the upcoming plot well, to completion.
So let me say again,
Don't worry, everyone, this book will definitely not be discontinued. This is my first masterpiece, and no matter what, it won't be cut short.
