Chapter 2778 - 66: Like a Dream, Like an Illusion

Shujia Lan dared not blink, only washed his eyes with Buddha Light, dust and distractions scattered, then looked again...

Still a jade face with black hair, elegant demeanor.

Then yellow leaves fell broken, and further away, the tree shadows danced.

Everything seemed unchanged.

Shujia Lan suddenly recalled the scriptures the abbot once mentioned, a verse that lingered in his heart — "All conditioned phenomena, like a dream, an illusion, a bubble."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lu Qilang suddenly turned his head and asked.

Life vibrant, breath solidified. Unlike an artificial demon, nor any illusion.

"Ha, in the forest, it seems something is amiss." Shujia Lan instinctively grabbed a small Demon-Subduing Pestle, originally the pendant he wore around his neck.

Lightly spinning the small Demon-Subduing Pestle between his thumb and forefinger, using frequent small movements to cover inner tremors: "What was it, it vanished in the blink of an eye."

"Is that so." Lu Qilang turned back, emotion in his voice faint: "My Spirit Perception tells me this place is strange, numerous perils abound. Don’t look at what shouldn’t be seen."

Indeed, he only ever looked at the road ahead; Shujia Lan himself was always looking around everywhere.

"I see... Thanks for the reminder." Shujia Lan tried to remain calm.

Like encountering an evil beast alone in the deep mountains, the more fearful, the easier to become prey. Having lived alone in the mountains for many years as a child, he understood this deeply.

The two Demon Kings continued forward, showing no unusual behavior.

But the earlier topic was not continued by them. In unison, they maintained silence.

So-called curiosity about fellow travelers, so-called burden of tasks, before self-preservation, all are insignificant. Living, one possesses infinite possibilities.

The secret treasure left by the legendary Yu Clan, spanning countless millennia, arrived at this point. Under normal circumstances, these demon kings were far from qualified to touch it. Whatever reason brought them together here, it’s just right. But opposite opportunity exists equally immeasurable danger!

Moreover, the Land of Shenxiao sealed for so many years, even if there was no danger initially, who knows if anything strange has emerged over the long time?

No danger is fine, but with evil matters, absolutely cannot be handled lightly.

Lu Qilang’s face was calm, footsteps never slowed for a moment.

But his palm held a jade-carved blue leaf, already cracked all over, just slightly relaxing would cause it to utterly shatter.

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"What do you think of Xiong Sansi?"

On one of the shaded forest paths, a voice asked similarly.

The voice came from the mysterious Peaceful Ghost Messenger, his expression cold at the moment, of course buried under a veil, unseen by She Guyu... Keeping a considerable distance, She Guyu wouldn’t look in the first place.

She Guyu didn’t even speak. Steps calm, walking in indistinct shadows.

Within this Land of Shenxiao, she cannot completely blend into shadows.

Pig Dali, self-assured with the Taiping Taoist’s methods on him, didn’t care about any rivals. He was only slightly wary of the mysterious Xiong Sansi. Because the Taoist specially emphasized maintaining distance from Lu Qilang and Xiong Sansi.

But She Guyu refused to chat, so they didn’t.

After walking a while, Pig Dali coolly asked: "Do you have any ideals?"

She Guyu was the most beautiful female demon he had ever seen, or at least one of the most beautiful. In his view, not inferior to Zhu Lanruo’s looks.

It’s not that he stopped moving upon seeing a beautiful female demon, just sharing the path somewhat gives a sense of fate.

Like most male demons who see She Guyu’s face, generally they would think... such a beautifully pitiful female demon, who extinguished her own clan, surely must have some sympathetic reasons?

He asked himself about chivalry, slightly having a notion to fight injustice, a sentiment to unsheathe sword against evil.

She Guyu remained silent.

"We travel together, facing danger and opportunity. Helping each other is better than guarding against each other... Casual talk isn’t harmful either."

Pig Dali thoughtfully reminisced the way tavern patrons chatted, gazing at yellow leaves, asking deeply: "Whose poetry do you like?"

"Stronger than me." She Guyu said.

Pig Dali froze for a moment: "Huh?"

"Answering your first question." She Guyu said faintly.

No matter how uncommunicative, she admitted Pig Dali was right, helping each other is better than guarding against each other... Even though guarding is unavoidable.

If during travel something must be chatted, instead of ideals and poetry, better to talk about combat strength. In this demon-eats-demon world, how many serious demons talk about ideals? In this brutal world, one must be childish to preserve a poetic sense?

Only then did Pig Dali respond, She Guyu meant Xiong Sansi is stronger than her.

The Peaceful Ghost Messenger, he chuckled softly: "Life and death victories sometimes decided in a moment, never exchanged blows, how can one judge who is stronger?"

To him, who is stronger truly doesn’t matter. Because within this Land of Shenxiao, everyone is stronger than him, yet none can be stronger than the Taoist.

"I’ve seen him strike." She Guyu’s voice was faint: "In Mentougou."

Mentougou isn’t a resounding name.

The origin of the name long untraceable.

But as the trial ground of genius demons, the site of frequent battles amongst prodigies, Mentougou was indeed famous. Pig Dali often heard tavern patrons talking about it, even boasted himself.