Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2789

1302: Saint

“You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.” Zuan reacted quickly. While it wouldn’t be easy to ask Huang Rong for extra bedding, with his current level of cultivation, he didn’t need a blanket.

Tingxue shook her head, “No need, I have a plan.”

Immediately, a white silk ribbon shot out from her sleeve, weaving into the wall to form a simple hammock. Then, on tiptoe, she lay down on it. “Little Dragon Girl taught me this before. I think it’s very interesting.”

Seeing her peacefully lying on the silk ribbon, Zuan was momentarily lost in thought, as if he had witnessed the legendary Little Dragon Girl in her former glory. Just

then, the window opened, and they both turned to see Yanhua climbing in. Tingxue nearly stumbled on the silk ribbon. “What are you doing here?”

Yanhua smiled, “I finally created this opportunity for you two, and now you’re sleeping in separate beds like this?”

Tingxue grumbled, “It’s all your fault.”

If she hadn’t covered for her, how could she have become the daughter-in-law of the Guo family?

She felt that she was no longer as calm as before, and now she was easily overwhelmed by all kinds of emotions, an experience she had never experienced before.

“We’re all friends, it’s normal to help each other,” Fireworks said with a smile.

Tingxue looked indifferent: “What are you doing here so late? You’re not going to hang out with him again, are you?”

“We’re practicing,” Fireworks corrected.

Tingxue: “…”

She wasn’t stupid. She had sensed the other party seemed to enjoy being i*imate with Zuan in front of her.

What kind of perverted mentality was this?

Of course she wouldn’t accompany him and got up and went to his room.

But she was grabbed by Fireworks: “Hey, don’t go. Otherwise, if other people see me and him in the same room, it will be hard to explain.”

If Tingxue was there, it would be possible to explain it, but if they were alone, with the identities they were given in this world, it would be a crime.

Tingxue’s eyelids twitched: “You mean I should stay here and watch you?”

Before, at least they were separated by a room, but now they were going even further.

Her hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword.

“Just kidding,” Fireworks chuckled. “I came here mainly because the three of us will be separating soon, so we’re here to discuss some precautions.”

Zuan chuckled, noticing that since the ancient tomb, Fireworks seemed to have returned to the playful, girlish personality they’d first met.

Oh, is she really going schizophrenic?

“Do you think their plan is reliable?”

Zuan said solemnly. “I have to say they’ve thought it through very thoroughly. Even if we were to run it, we wouldn’t be able to do better.”

Fireworks frowned slightly. “But so many trial-takers haven’t made it before. Is it the plan itself that’s flawed, or is it just too difficult for us to pull it off?” Tingxue

finally offered her opinion. “There’s no point in overthinking it now. We can only follow their instructions and see if we can forge the Heaven Sword and the Dragon Saber first.”

“I’m afraid there’s no turning back later,” Fireworks said, naturally unable to be as heartless as a Chaos follower. “Aren’t you familiar with the context of this world? Did the plan succeed?”

“According to the context of this world, although the plan had some setbacks, it ultimately succeeded.” Zuan recounted the story of “The Heaven Sword and the Dragon Saber.”

“So what’s the problem?” Yanhua suddenly looked peculiar. “In your story, it was me who founded the Emei Sect. This time, I’m going to Emei again. I wonder if it’s fate.”

“Although it shouldn’t be too dangerous, you can’t be careless.

After all, nothing is trivial when it comes to fate.” “Don’t worry, Tingxue and I should be fine on this trip. It’s you going to the Ming Cult who’s in the most danger.”

Yanhua knew the Ming Cult had some connection with the old man in the mountains, and thinking of the strange martial arts they used in their last assassination attempt, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

“Okay, I’ll be careful.”

The others discussed for much of the night, still having no idea what to do with this trial.

The next day, when Guo Fu called them for dinner, she was shocked to find them sleeping in the same bed. They were

startled awake, and Tingxue abruptly got up. Yanhua was unconcerned: “We talked too late yesterday, we were so tired that we drifted off.”

After all, the three of them were mortals in this world. The fatigue from their long days of travel overwhelmed them, and they fell asleep without realizing it. Of course, nothing happened.

Guo Fu said angrily, “Xiang’er, you’re not a child anymore, how could you act so recklessly?”

However, with Tingxue around, she didn’t suspect anything. After all, her sister had always acted eccentrically, so it was natural for her to be unrestrained by the demands of s*x.

After meeting Guo Jing and Huang Rong, the three of them quickly embarked on their own journeys.

Zuan headed northwest to the vicinity of Kunlun Mountain. The conversation they had had that evening before their departure left a shadow in his mind.

Yes, according to his memory of the world, the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Plan had ultimately succeeded. So why hadn’t anyone succeeded before?

He didn’t believe that the experienced and powerful beings of the various worlds couldn’t find items like the Holy Fire Token and the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb.

Could the key to the assessment not be the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Plan, or had the future of this world changed, dooming the plan to failure? He had a few vague theories

about what the hidden hand of the True Gods had left in this world

, but everything needed to be verified.

He journeyed westward for over a month before finally reaching the foot of Mount Kunlun. Dusty and exhausted, he lamented that, having previously been accustomed to flying, this kind of travel was a bit of a stretch.

It took another few days to locate the Ming Cult within the vast Kunlun Mountains.

The Ming Cult of this era was far less powerful than it would be in later times. While there were guards along the way, how could they possibly stop Zuan?

He reached Bright Summit, only to find fewer guards. He wondered, shouldn’t the security get tighter the higher he got? He

soon learned from fellow believers the reason: a Saintess from the Persian Grand Master had arrived, and Master Shi had summoned the key members of the cult to the main hall to greet her. Zuan was startled

. Could the Grand Master be Daiqisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King?

That couldn’t be right; she was a character from “The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber,” and she might not even be born yet.

He quietly knocked out a cultist, donned his clothes, and slipped into the main hall.

There was a dense group of people standing inside, they should all be the high-ranking members of the Ming Cult, and a burly old man was sitting in the main seat at the top. Judging from his clothes and everyone’s respectful attitude, he should be the current Sect Leader Shi.

He was now speaking coldly, “King Baoshu, although the Ming Cult of the Central Plains originated from the Ming Cult of Persia, it has taken root in China, flourished, and persisted for centuries. Now that the Mongols have occupied our Central Plains, our Cult vows to fight them to the bitter end. How can we obey the Persian Grand Master’s unreasonable orders and serve the Mongols as our leaders?”

Zuan’s heart skipped a beat. It seemed the Grand Master had come to persuade the Ming Cult to surrender, yet this Shi Cult Master had flatly refused. He was truly a man of loyalty and righteousness.

Initially, he had been somewhat apprehensive, but then he reflected: with the productivity of the current era, even a 100,000-strong Mongol army would be a drop in the ocean. No wonder the Ming Cult was so utterly unafraid.

A Persian with a tall nose and broad eyes said in a deep voice, “Everyone has their own aspirations. Since Master Shi disagrees, we will not force it. We hope you will not harm the harmony between our two families.”

Hearing this reasonableness, Master Shi was somewhat surprised and a little embarrassed. After all, the Ming Cult of the Central Plains and the Ming Cult of Persia had deep ties.

At this time, the Persian man continued, “In addition to the matter just mentioned, our trip also has another matter. Our Persian Grand Master had a venerable master who was originally from China. After arriving in Persia, he lived there for a long time, joined the Ming Cult, made considerable contributions, married a Persian woman, and had a daughter. This venerable master passed away a year ago. Before his death, he missed his homeland and left a will that his daughter return to China. The Grand Master respected his wish and sent his daughter to Guangmingding, hoping that the Ming Cult in China would take good care of her.”

“Isabella, come and meet Master Shi.”