Shocked! The Young Master's Petite Darling Is a Master of Mysteries-Chapter 198: A Paradise Beyond the World

Her hands began to quickly form seals, and a series of talismans took shape, which she then threw onto the space wall.

However, the talismans stuck to the space wall, and the tremors did not stop; in fact, they became even more intense.

"Not good, cousin, this space passage seems about to collapse!" Xia Weizhang’s face was extremely grim as he cautiously protected his head and shrank behind Xia Mian.

Xia Mian’s face was heavy, and once again, she formed a series of talismans in her hands, which floated beneath everyone’s feet as soon as they took shape.

"Riding the Wind!" With a light movement of her fingers, the two words fell, and the talismans beneath everyone’s feet moved instantly.

Ding Cheng and Xia Weizhang quickly steadied themselves; in the space tunnel, their feet on the talismans were like standing on a lone leaf boat navigating a vast ocean.

It really was as if the person flies ahead, and the soul chases behind...

The speed of the collapsing space behind them grew faster and faster, but fortunately, at the last moment, everyone reached the point of the white light.

The point of the white light was the exit, and everyone seemed to be spat out from the mouth of a giant beast, flashing out from the exit one by one.

Landing, the scenery changed once more.

The barren forest was gone, the crows were gone, and the boundless fog was gone too.

Here the mountains were green, the waters clear; birds were chirping, and flowers were fragrant. Here were tall pines and green cypresses, lush and verdant.

Every breath of air was clean and moist. Xia Mian slightly closed her eyes, sensing Song Juan’s presence again.

Song Juan’s presence was very faint, but she was here!

A delighted expression instantly appeared on Xia Mian’s face as she locked on to Song Juan’s direction and set off again.

Ding Cheng furrowed her brow and tried once more to invoke her magic, still to no avail.

They had yet to escape the restriction range of the back mountain.

She raised her hand and wiped the blood off her face with her sleeve, resignedly continuing to follow Xia Mian.

Truly cursed for generations, getting involved with Xia Mian, resulting in her being reduced to a mere mortal, having to walk every step herself.

As they passed through a forest path, a large expanse of farmland appeared in the distance.

In that large field, someone was humming a song, working joyously.

The person was weeding while happily singing, "The east wind sways the bamboo fence in the rain, inviting a shy red face from the cluster... The riches of the mountain and sea are all empty, we together enjoy the sweat dripping under the soil peak..."

The singing lingered in the air for a long time.

As they approached, they could finally see clearly what the person looked like.

The person wore a straw hat that obscured most of his face, revealing only a chiseled jawline.

He wore coarse cloth garments, exposing a segment of tanned arms and muscular calves. In the sunlight, his face was drenched with sweat, each drop seemingly glistening.

This person seemed like an ordinary man, but he was absolutely not ordinary.

Xia Weizhang’s expression was tense, his gaze slowly settling on the man.

The man appeared genial, without any hint of menace, but those bulging muscles and the strength with which he wielded the hoe suggested this man was not as simple as he seemed.

"Excuse me, have you seen this person?" Xia Mian interrupted the man’s work rhythm, raising her mobile phone towards him.

The man tilted his head to look at Xia Mian’s phone, staring for a while at Song Juan’s picture on the screen.

Then, his gaze scrutinized Xia Mian, "What is your relation to her?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Mian understood that this man had indeed seen Song Juan!

"I am her daughter," Xia Mian admitted without concealing, "Could you tell me where she is?"

Towards this man before her, Xia Mian had nothing but respect.

How many simple people could survive in such an environment?

"She’s not in great shape right now," the man said, hoisting the hoe onto his shoulder, "I’ll take you to find her."

Stepping out of the field, his straw sandals dirtied with soil, he appeared indifferent, carrying the hoe ahead, "Your mother’s quite lucky, indeed!"

An ordinary person accidentally ended up here, possibly because, in a past life, she saved an entire galaxy!

Xia Mian maintained a polite smile at the corners of her lips, "Is she in any danger?"

The man, carrying the hoe, responded as he walked, "Not too bad, she has some superficial injuries, was impacted by spatial turbulence—her body’s a bit weak. She’s still in a coma. However, she’s fortunate to have survived."

The man’s voice was robust, and as he moved, he exuded a sense of vitality.

Xia Weizhang and Ding Cheng were at the rear, feeling as if they’d seen this man somewhere before.

"Thank you, sir, for saving my mom." Xia Mian lowered her eyes, speaking softly.

Whether Song Juan stumbled in here or was saved and brought here, this man before her was her mother’s lifesaver.

The man laughed heartily, "It’s fate that she stumbled into my place."

As he spoke, he’d already covered a kilometer’s distance.

Xia Weizhang’s expression changed; this man was indeed extraordinary. Conversing while shrinking the earth beneath his feet!

Ding Cheng’s gaze was complex as she looked at Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan.

The man’s casual shrinking of distance was astonishing in itself, but Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan not lagging even slightly was equally unnerving.

"Why do I feel like the restriction at the back of your Divine Clan mountain is a sniveling entity, acting according to the visitors?" Ding Cheng’s brow furrowed, her voice brimming with disdain for the Divine Clan.

Xia Weizhang let out a light laugh, "What do you mean by ’our’ Divine Clan’s mountain restriction? That restriction wasn’t set by our Divine Clan! Who knows who set that restriction? It’s definitely not an indiscriminate one—it focuses on appearances!"

Ding Cheng and Xia Weizhang’s conversation, though in a low voice, was clearly heard by the man in front.

The man’s steps faintly paused, turning to look at Xia Weizhang, "The Divine Clan?"

His tone was playful, layered with meaning.

Xia Weizhang couldn’t help but shiver, his teeth chattering as he stammered, "Yes... yes... yes!"

The man gently tugged at his lips, retracting his gaze, "Truly, each generation is worse than the last!"

Feeling belittled, Xia Weizhang frowned, "Who are you to speak like this about our Divine Clan?"

The man’s lips curled slightly, with a hint of satire, "What do you think I am?"

He left those words hanging, disregarding what Xia Weizhang might think, moved his feet, and quickly widened the gap, as if fearing that staying too close to Xia Weizhang would lower his own intelligence.

Xia Weizhang felt insulted but had no proof.

He could only sulkily follow behind the man as they walked a bit further and stopped in front of a small yard emitting smoke.

Inside the yard, someone was busy starting a fire and preparing a meal, wisps of smoke rising in the air against the backdrop of a picturesque farm scene at twilight.

"You’re just in time, my wife is cooking, stay and have a meal with us!" The man stepped into the yard, casually putting down the hoe from his shoulder.

Xia Mian smiled faintly, "I wish to see my mother first."