The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 468 - 458: Who Dares to Steal My Horse?

The current situation in the world had changed, with Yuxuan’s death completely throwing the power in the Central Plains out of control. Shenxiao Sect, though particularly strong, was not unsurpassable. Besides, even if Lin Yun possessed extraordinary combat abilities, he still couldn’t just kill others at will.

A gentleman can be deceived by a square measure, but even when Yuxuan was in control of the Taiqing Daoist Temple, it was impossible to fully command the other six sects.

All are cultivators, who would rebel against the heavens for their own interests, so expecting them to obediently listen is quite unrealistic.

Now, apart from the Shenxiao Sect and the Taiqing Daoist Temple, the other five sects came together to discuss strategies against their enemies.

They unanimously concluded that if the sky were about to fall, let the tall ones hold it up first.

And who were the tall ones?

Shenxiao Sect and the Demon Sect.

It’s a pity that there were two Sect Hierarchs from the Demon Sect who were unwilling.

Dongfang Hongyue: "..."

She was just splashed with water and forced to leave the stage, and she felt that there was nothing to discuss about such matters; if a fight was needed, just fight. There was no need for her to make the final decision, as there were others, weren’t there?

At this point, Dongfang Hongyue had no idea that in the eyes of others, she had already made a decision, and Zhang Biyu had made one as well, resulting in five sects of the Righteous Path making their choices, which, although nominally different from the Demon Sect’s approach, were actually the same.

And at this time, Dongfang Hongyue was seeing off Lin Yun.

Lin Yun’s growth was incredibly fast, sadly attracting too much trouble. The Central Plains truly could not accommodate him anymore, unless one day, they completely took control of this world.

As it stood, that goal wasn’t too far off.

Yet thinking of Lin Yun heading to the Snow Maiden, Dongfang Hongyue felt a sourness in her heart.

"You must not allow yourself to be so captivated by the Snow Maiden that you refuse to come back," Dongfang Hongyue said a bit worriedly, while Lin Yun gently patted her head with a smile.

"No matter where I go, the place where you are is where my heart remains," Lin Yun replied.

Hearing such touching words, Dongfang Hongyue was somewhat smitten but, for the moment, couldn’t come up with any eloquent response of her own and simply said, "The same goes for me."

Lin Yun held Dongfang Hongyue tenderly for a while longer, then suddenly asked, "By the way, have you seen my horse?"

Initially, Lin Yun thought Snowstep had been scared off by seeing Dongfang Hongyue, but with Snowstep’s intelligence, it wouldn’t have run too far.

Dongfang Hongyue shook her head; she hadn’t seen Lin Yun’s horse from the start.

"Your horse is missing?"

Lin Yun: "..."

No, why does that sound so odd?

"The horse was a gift from the Snow Maiden; I have to go find it. It would be awful if someone stole it," Lin Yun stated, stepping right into a landmine, as Dongfang Hongyue’s lips pursed, she chided, "No wonder you’re so worried. It was a horse gifted by the Snow Maiden, so you’d dig three feet into the ground to find it, wouldn’t you?"

Lin Yun: "..."

He had been careless.

Since he felt relaxed with Dongfang Hongyue, he had not thought too much about what he was saying.

Now, Lin Yun didn’t know how to make amends, but fortunately, Dongfang Hongyue, though slightly temperamental, knew the bigger picture and didn’t make a fuss with Lin Yun, merely saying, "See if you can find any tracks. I won’t help you look, humph!"

Dongfang Hongyue said with a bit of haughty coyness; she had many matters at hand, she needed to inquire Zhang Biyu about the outcome of the meeting!

Besides, since that was a horse given to Lin Yun by the Snow Maiden, let him find it himself!

Dongfang Hongyue drifted away, leaving Lin Yun behind to search for his horse on his own.

Starting at the spot where he had previously crafted the Heavenly Demon Hand, Lin Yun found no trace of Snowstep and thus released his Divine Sense to search the vicinity. Searching for something truly was tiresome, but Lin Yun was patient and his Divine Sense was strong enough to find some traces to the northeast of his Artifact Refining spot after half an hour.

This place was more than ten miles away from where he had been refining the artifact, and Lin Yun sensed some strange auras. Since Divine Sense couldn’t replace the eyes, he ran towards the location upon detecting the abnormality and soon arrived at the scene.

Here, Lin Yun saw somewhat disordered hoof prints, and there were white hairs scattered on the ground.

Picking them up and sniffing, they indeed belonged to Snowstep.

Snowstep didn’t usually shed, and though fast, it left no Traceless Snowstep, so Lin Yun couldn’t find any traces.

But the presence of both hoof prints and Snowstep’s hair meant it must have encountered an enemy, and the hair was forcibly torn off.

"Someone actually dared to strong-arm my horse?"

Lin Yun balked at the thought.

From the beginning of his journey until now, although not without experiences of being pursued, from start to finish, only he had robbed others, including but not limited to Dragon Egg, Cremation Urn, Qiaobian, and so on; he had never suffered such an indignity.

It wouldn’t do; he certainly had to reclaim his dignity!

Once a person has power, they also have confidence. Lin Yun’s heart was probably free-spirited and unrestrained, and upon learning that someone had stolen his horse, his first instinct was to snatch it back without considering whether he could overcome them.

To be fair, in the Central Plains right now, those he couldn’t beat were his own people.

Armed with the Heavenly Demon Hand, he could snatch Jiang Chenyu from a group of cultivators and clash head-on with Liu Ji without injury, which was testimony enough to his strength.

Besides, even if he couldn’t win, he could still escape!

In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Yun couldn’t make it in the Central Plains, but in fact, he had already subdued the most formidable woman there, with the exception of Zhang Biyu.

Lin Yun was confident of victory, naturally following the trail before him relentlessly.

The aura here was somewhat chaotic, but to Lin Yun, these energies clearly had direction.

Following the faint trace of energy, Lin Yun stumbled upon a village. At the village entrance, there was a huge rock with traces of being cracked, retaining the words "Zhu Village", although the characters "Zhu" and "Village" seemed oddly asymmetric.

The night had not been long, yet the village was already unnervingly quiet.

The lack of activity was one thing, as other than sleeping or procreating, ordinary people wouldn’t do much at night. But there wasn’t even the sound of conversation, and Lin Yun couldn’t hear any breathing either.

Could it be that this was a dead village?

This village was quite close to the Taiqing Daoist Temple, and logically, being far from war and with nobody bold enough to create trouble near the Taiqing Daoist Temple, it was unlikely for a dead village to exist here.

Something was amiss, and Lin Yun became alert.

Had he reached this point from being an ordinary mortal just because of his good looks?

No, it was thanks to his wisdom and caution, plus a slightly negligible amount of luck.

Lin Yun now held the Thunderclap Sword in his hand, while Qiaobian became a hidden weapon tucked into his sleeve.

Lin Yun cautiously entered the village, and upon seeing the first house, he went over and knocked on the door.

"Is anyone home? Fellow villager, open the door, will you?"

Lin Yun called out a few times with no response. Listening carefully, he heard no breathing, and even when he released his Divine Sense, he detected nothing out of the ordinary.

Indeed, there was no one here.

Yet, the house had been locked from the inside. If no one was inside, how had the door been locked?

Lin Yun sensed something was off and kicked the door in.

If he was mistaken, he could simply compensate for the door. When things didn’t seem right, he couldn’t afford to be negligent.

After entering the house, Lin Yun also lit a small fire.

With the help of the firelight, Lin Yun saw the house was very tidy. He touched the table and didn’t feel any dust – it was clean, indicating someone had been living here.

Someone lived here, so where had they gone?

If they were murdered, there should be a smell of blood, and given Lin Yun’s keen sense of smell, he wouldn’t miss it.

No, if an enemy was present, this fire would serve as nothing but a beacon.

Lin Yun condensed the fire until it was the size of a candle flame, which was sufficient to light up his surroundings.

In this scene, Lin Yun couldn’t help but criticize the Cultivation World for its inconvenient Divine Sense. In other people’s Cultivation Worlds, Divine Sense could be used as eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. With a sweep of Divine Sense, one could know everything.

Yet here, Lin Yun still had to light a fire just to find something at night. In some respects, this Cultivation World was unusually scientific; without a light source, you couldn’t see anything. Divine Sense could replace ears, nose, and mouth, but not the eyes.

Luckily, Lin Yun also had good eyesight. With cautious steps, he finally reached the bedside, and with a glance, he suddenly noticed a person lying on the bed.

"Damn it!"

Lin Yun exclaimed instinctively. He was not afraid, just surprised by the sudden presence of a body.

It must be a corpse, with no breath and no heartbeat, that was the only explanation.

With the Thunderclap Sword, Lin Yun checked for potential danger before examining the body.

The corpse looked almost like a living person, except for the slightly shriveled skin.

Lin Yun didn’t smell any decay or blood. Using Qiaobian to prod at the body, he found no fatal wounds.

How had this person died, and how long had they been dead?

Lin Yun was sure there was something wrong with this corpse.

Lacking warmth, and without the stiffness or smell of death, Lin Yun boldly used Qiaobian to slice the skin on the person’s arm.

The skin was easily cut by Qiaobian, but no blood flowed out. Beneath the skin was a bunch of white fluff, like cotton.

Wow, human cotton?

Lin Yun instinctively thought of horror tales, but this wasn’t a show about the supernatural. If ghosts were to come, they’d see who would be bullying whom.

Lin Yun dared not touch the white fluff, only using Qiaobian to open more of the body.

Entirely hollow, it was filled with white fluff that was sticky and dense, much like spider silk.

"Zhu Village, I knew there was something off about that character ’zhu’. Could it be, Spider Village?"

It was Lin Yun’s first encounter with such an eerie event in the Cultivation World, but fortunately, he was filled with righteousness.

He proceeded to open up the entire surface of the person’s skin, and at the heart, he finally found something different.

It was a cocoon.

As Lin Yun pried it open, the cocoon began to tremble and soon revealed a hole. At that moment, Lin Yun finally felt a hint of life...