Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2459: Chapter 2460: Sha Sets Out, All Immortals Withdraw

The fog rapidly spread out, and in the blink of an eye, the outside was already shrouded in a thickness that seemed impossible to disperse.

Yue Qinghuan’s expression instantly became extremely ugly.

Because she discovered that her Divine Sense actually couldn’t penetrate this fog at all.

In other words, the only thing she could perceive right now was this small inn and nothing more.

The rain roared, but outside was a boundless sheet of white.

The cool breeze, tainted with the smell of rain, stirred those hanging rope loops, and the eeriness of it was beyond description.

"What do we do now?" Yue Qinghuan asked in a low voice.

Xue An chuckled lightly. "What else can we do? Naturally, we wait for the rain to stop!"

With that, Xue An turned and headed toward the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Yue Qinghuan asked, a little frightened.

"Cooking!"

"Cooking?"

"That’s right! I saw there seem to be ingredients and cookware in the kitchen, so I figured I’d make something to eat. Aren’t you hungry?" Xue An said with a smile.

Yue Qinghuan didn’t really understand, but she truly didn’t want to stay in this desolate main hall facing that sinister rain and fog, so she said, "Wait for me, I’ll be your helper!"

The not-so-large kitchen was actually very tidy; all kinds of ingredients were neatly arranged, most of them being various mountain delicacies and wild game.

Some of the beasts, although already dead, still emitted a powerful aura, clearly not easy prey when they were alive.

Yet at this moment they all lay quietly on the chopping boards, without the slightest trace of a wound on them.

Seeing this, a glint flashed in Xue An’s eyes, but he said nothing, merely starting to cook with practiced ease.

With his culinary skills, in just a short while this small kitchen became lively.

The sound of hot oil sizzling, accompanied by the rich aroma of food, instantly drove away the eerie atmosphere of the inn.

Yue Qinghuan watched from the side, her eyes shining again and again.

In the blink of an eye, several dishes that were perfect in color, aroma, and taste were cooked, and Xue An rummaged several jars of good wine out of the cupboard. Then he sat down in the main hall and began drinking by himself.

Yue Qinghuan gobbled down the food.

Although with her strength and cultivation she no longer needed to eat or drink, dishes made with excellent craftsmanship were still something no one could refuse.

Xue An, however, did not eat; he merely took light sips of the wine in his cup.

This wine was unlike any type Xue An had drunk before, its flavor rich and mellow, like the endless mountains themselves, full of a mysterious undertone.

Outside, the heavy rain continued.

After finishing one plate of food, Yue Qinghuan finally slowed down, then poured herself a cup of wine and drank it down.

The rich alcohol almost instantly flushed her cheeks red.

She suddenly felt that this inn wasn’t frightening at all anymore. On the contrary, in the midst of the heavy rain, there was even a faint trace of warmth here.

Looking at Xue An drinking by himself, a thought suddenly flashed across Yue Qinghuan’s mind.

If only things could go on like this forever!

But just then, from within the fog outside the inn came a faint, eerie yet mysterious sound of bronze bells.

At first the bells sounded far away, but soon they grew closer and closer.

In the blink of an eye they were already clearly audible.

As the bells rang, the fog outside began to churn and stir.

At the same time, a woman’s voice could be faintly heard.

"The Yin Sha take to the road, all immortals make way!"

As soon as this woman’s voice entered, the ropes hanging on the wall behind the door immediately began to sway without any wind.

Next, a gust of icy wind surged crazily in from outside the door.

Then a figure wearing a wide-brimmed bamboo hat, their entire body shrouded within it, stepped into the room.

Behind this figure, there followed a whole procession.

This procession’s feet did not touch the ground, their bodies suspended in the air, all of them wrapped entirely in black cloth, with only a talisman stuck to their foreheads.

Such a bizarre sight instantly turned Yue Qinghuan’s face deathly pale.

"Huh..."

A soft exclamation came from beneath the bamboo hat; clearly, this person hadn’t expected there to be anyone in such a desolate inn.

But this person quickly calmed down, turned, and pointed at the rope loops on the wall behind the door.

"Rest for a bit."

The words sounded like a command. Those ghost-like beings immediately drifted silently to the wall, then each one of them hung themselves on a rope loop and fell into stillness.

Only then did Xue An and Yue Qinghuan finally understand the true use of those rope loops.

So they were for these traveling Yin Sha to rest on.

But neither of them said a word.

Yue Qinghuan was too frightened, while Xue An simply watched with a thoughtful look.

At this moment, the person in the bamboo hat also took it off, revealing a woman dressed in a dark blue gown.

This woman was stunningly beautiful.

Especially her eyes—they were like a clear spring.

She glanced at Xue An and Yue Qinghuan.

Xue An smiled slightly and raised his cup in greeting.

The woman frowned, but didn’t speak. Instead, she walked straight into the kitchen.

A moment later, the sounds of cooking came from inside as well.

Then she too came out carrying dishes.

But it was obvious that her cooking skills were far below Xue An’s; the dishes were even a bit burnt.

Even so, she still ate ravenously, as if she hadn’t eaten in a long time.

While she was bowing her head to eat, Xue An caught a glimpse of a wound on her neck.

The wound slanted across the carotid artery. It had missed cutting this flawless white jade neck clean in two by only a hair’s breadth—showing just how deadly the strike had been.

Just then, perhaps sensing Xue An’s gaze, the woman suddenly lifted her eyes, looking at him full of vigilance and wariness.

Xue An smiled faintly and raised the wine jug in his hand.

"Care for a drink? Drive off the chill in your bones."

The woman still did not relax, merely shook her head.

"If you’re worried that once you drink you won’t be able to escape the ones hunting you, there’s no need. The people chasing you are already here," Xue An said calmly.

As soon as he spoke, the woman’s pupils shrank to pinpoints. She leaped to her feet and rushed straight to the door.

Sure enough.

Although the fog blocked most forms of probing, for someone like her who was born and raised here, she could still sense several powerful auras rapidly approaching this place.

It was already impossible to run now.

A resolute look flashed in the woman’s eyes, and she finally spoke her first sentence.

"If you want to live, then get out of here at once!"

Xue An smiled. "Do you think I can still make it out now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice like a ghost’s wail came from outside.

"He’s right. None of you can get away now!"

As the words faded, an old man with a short stature and a vicious face emerged from the fog outside the door.

The old man stood in the doorway and let out a cackling laugh at the woman. "Mengzhu Nasa, you really can run. If this old man’s legs weren’t quick, you actually might have slipped away!"

Seeing this old man, Mengzhu Nasa’s eyes filled with searing hatred.

"Hegemon-Wu La, you despicable cur, you actually dare raise your hand against the people of the Moon Mother God’s clan. Aren’t you afraid of divine wrath and heavenly execution?"