Chapter 521: Chapter 521: Revival of the Divine Being

Accompanying Bai Mo was a newcomer from Divine Dao Mountain named Youling.

He was only sixteen. Having grown up in the sect, he was still green but knew a few techniques.

But in a real fight, he wasn’t even as tough as Ah Er.

Bai Mo piloted the Flying Ship, setting out with one person and one beast.

"The ancient Divine Beings are all reawakening. It’s clear they mean to oppose the sects."

Youling was both nervous and excited to be setting out, and he spoke in a rush:

"If they’re really the ones who unleashed the Voodoo, this trip will probably be extremely dangerous. What do you think, Senior Brother?"

He looked at Bai Mo.

He’d heard a few things about this senior brother of his.

This was the senior brother who had brought Kunwu True Monarch to Divine Dao Mountain. The Demon Path True Monarch’s combat prowess was astounding.

After the events at the Celestial Barrier Mountain range, in his battles against various beings, Kunwu True Monarch had displayed a myriad of bizarre and unfathomable techniques.

Bai Mo heard him but didn’t turn around.

"The Divine Beings each keep to their own territories. They can’t afford to face the sects’ thunderous wrath."

"If it really came to blows, all we’d have to do is send out the disciples from Broken Blade Peak. The Divine Beings’ Divine Kingdoms would crumble in a single clash."

"For now, we have a tacit understanding with them. It’s best not to bring things out into the open."

"As long as we keep a low profile, nothing will happen."

Youling nodded vigorously.

"I’ll do whatever you say, Senior Brother. Just tell me what you need me to do."

His excitement was soon worn down by the drudgery of the journey.

Shuofang Country was thousands of miles away.

Even at the speed of Bai Mo’s Flying Ship, the journey took over two months.

They encountered some trouble along the way, but a brief display of Bai Mo’s Core Formation aura was enough to make it disappear.

It was the first time Ah Er had ever felt so imposing. Its eyes widened, and it felt so high and mighty that it nearly forgot its own name.

Only when they arrived in Shuofang Country did it rein in its arrogant behavior at Bai Mo’s prompting.

Shuofang Country was situated between a vast desert and rolling hills, and it wasn’t well-connected with the outside world.

However, thanks to its terrain, the kingdom had won several defensive wars and was relatively stable.

He had thought Ah Er’s golden coloring would attract attention, but he discovered that wasn’t the case once they arrived.

Youling was completely drained by the time he stepped off the Flying Ship.

But when he walked onto the street, his eyes still widened in spite of himself.

"Senior Brother, the people of Shuofang are so rich!"

The street scene was completely different from that of Immortal Arrival City.

The people of Shuofang seemed to have a great love for Gold.

Their personal ornaments, clothes, weapons, and even their buildings were all inlaid with Gold.

In contrast, Bai Mo in his Daoist robe and Youling in his gray tunic looked particularly out of place.

Fortunately, Shuofang Country was famous for its spices, which attracted a steady stream of merchants and Cultivators, so the locals weren’t fazed.

In one of the towns, stalls with linen awnings lined the streets, forming a bustling market.

Bai Mo strolled through the market with Ah Er and the young Youling.

He suddenly stopped before a stall that was selling an assortment of dried branches and leaves, which gave off a pungent aroma.

A single whiff would likely make an ordinary person’s throat feel dry.

The stall owner was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. His clothes were trimmed with several bands of Gold, making him look more like a local tycoon than a man who hawked wares for a living.

His cultivation was quite impressive for this market. After a glance at Bai Mo, he found he couldn’t gauge his strength and became very enthusiastic.

"Sir, take a look at these thornberries. All top-grade. Fertilized with gerbil dung—you can only find this quality in Shuofang..."

"Whether for cooking or Alchemy, they’re the finest of ingredients!"

"I won’t even overcharge you. One Spirit Stone for three taels of thornberries!"

The thornberries he mentioned were small, grayish-white berries hanging amidst the foliage. The pungent smell came from them.

Bai Mo selected a few. Making no attempt to hide his outsider status, he casually asked while the owner was bagging the thornberries:

"I hear a Divine Being has appeared in your land recently, and is said to be quite powerful?"

With a jolt of Spiritual Qi, the stall owner shook a pile of thornberries from the table directly into the bag.

"There is. He’s called Duke Mo Hai. I hear he’s a Divine Being from a thousand years ago that someone’s dug up."

Bai Mo glanced around at the pedestrians passing by.

"You haven’t had a plague break out here?"

"A plague?"

The stall owner grabbed another bundle of thornberries and repeated the process.

Since Bai Mo was buying a fair amount, the man was happy to talk.

"Well, let’s just say... you can see what our environment is like."

"Frankly, we scrape by, selling some of our local goods to outsiders just to put food on the table."

"Go out into the great desert and risk our lives fighting jackals and lizards? Heh..."

Listening to the stall owner’s dismissive laugh, Bai Mo thought, ’I’ve found the right person.’

His cultivation seemed to afford him some local status, so he spoke without reservation.

"Oh?" Bai Mo prompted.

"Where I come from, it’s caused a lot of deaths. Those bugs are a real menace."

The stall owner pursed his lips.

"So you know it’s bugs, sir. How many of us local Cultivators have ever even seen a Demon Beast?"

"We make a living growing spices. How would we get a chance to catch a disease like that?"

"And right at that moment, this Duke Mo Hai pops up and says he has nothing to do with it? Only a fool would believe that."

He handed a bag of thornberries to Bai Mo and accepted the Spirit Stones.

"Only the common folk are falling over themselves with gratitude."

As he spoke, the stall owner limped over to a crate in the back, pulled out a new batch of thornberries, and set them out on his stall.

It was only then that Bai Mo noticed the scar on the man’s leg.

His thigh was misshapen, as if crushed by something’s bite.

Bai Mo recalled the bugs that the Voodoo-afflicted Cultivators had vomited up. Their mandibles seemed to be a perfect match for the wound.

"Let’s go."

Bai Mo said, turning to Ah Er and Youling.

They crossed the market. Along the way, Bai Mo stopped again to buy several other spices—all materials that could be used in Alchemy.

For Youling, it was all just a novelty.

He had no use for any of these things, and besides, his pockets were empty.

Ah Er, however, took a keen interest in a few of the spices, tugging at Bai Mo and insisting he buy them, saying they would be great for cooking.

As they finished crossing the market, Youling’s ear suddenly twitched.

"Senior Brother."

Bai Mo followed his gaze and saw a few low-built houses.

"Lead the way."

Youling took the lead.

The techniques he cultivated were from Divine Dao Mountain, allowing him to perceive things Bai Mo might miss.

Shuofang’s climate was arid, so most of the homes were yellowish structures made of mud and stone.

By the time they found the place, they were nearly at the edge of town.

In a house on the outskirts, a family was in the courtyard burning incense and praying, reciting blessings in a language Bai Mo couldn’t understand.

It was likely a local dialect.

Bai Mo extended his Divine Thought and saw that the elderly man leading the prayer had an expression of extreme piety; his prayer was anything but perfunctory.

The child next to him lacked such patience. Having been standing for a while, every time he tried to fidget, an old woman beside him would press his shoulder down.

Youling listened for a moment before whispering to Bai Mo:

"This family is praying for Duke Mo Hai to bless them and drive away the plague."

"They’re also hoping the Divine Being will look favorably upon their child, grant him blessings, and help him embark on the path of cultivation so that his life will be smooth..."

As he spoke, a look of surprise suddenly crossed Youling’s face.

"Their incense offering was accepted! With so many requests, Duke Mo Hai actually agreed to them all!"

Bai Mo looked at him.

"Is that not how it’s supposed to be?"

"That’s not how it should be at all!"

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