Chapter 1384 - 1380

But now, witnessing Xuan Chu so effortlessly enter the Grand Array with his own eyes, Yun Yi naturally trusted him completely, as facts speak louder than words.

As for suspecting someone from the Ming Hall of leaking information, that possibility is nonexistent from the root.

Everyone who enters the Ming Hall has a special Prohibition placed on them, making it impossible to leak information about the Grand Array.

After confirming his identity, Yun Yi trusted Xuan Chu even more.

His attitude naturally became more respectful: "I see, sir, this way please!"

Xuan Chu walked step by step across the square, quickly seeing the buildings on the other side, which were surprisingly eighty percent similar to Yun Ran’s Qingfeng Temple residence.

At that time, most of the infrastructure of Qingfeng Temple was completed by the Little Paperman. Thinking of it this way, it’s no wonder that it was built like this here.

"Sir, this house is vacant, but it has always been cleaned. It’s very clean. You can stay here."

Xuan Chu was not picky; since this was the center of the City Lord Mansion, any room here was top-notch.

Entering the courtyard, looking at the familiar setup, there was a moment when Xuan Chu felt a bit dazed.

He couldn’t quite tell whether he was in the Gap World or had returned to Yun Ran’s Qingfeng Temple.

Seeing the familiar scene, the tension that had been taut all along suddenly released, and fatigue instantly swept over Xuan Chu.

He leaned against the stone table, intending to close his eyes and rest for a while, but the next second, he fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Yun Ran and her group, in the Dream Realm, were busily heading to the next place where they could rest.

After experiencing the first attack of the shadow, everyone on this journey raised their vigilance to the highest Level.

Even the Azure Dragon, who had always stayed inside the carriage, now sat directly on the roof of the carriage, constantly watching the surroundings.

Originally, they thought the people and supplies they brought were enough, even if reaching the destination would require considerable sacrifice.

But the unrest along the way caused them to lose at least a third of their personnel and supplies.

This level of depletion far exceeded the budget.

Yun Ran still sat in the carriage, slowly drawing out all she knew and the patterns in her mind.

She even connected some seemingly useless things together.

As the booklet became thicker and thicker, the surprise in Dragon Spirit’s eyes, while idly staying in Yun Ran’s carriage, could no longer be suppressed.

"Are you sure you are really the Direct Lineage of Qingfeng Temple?"

Yun Ran’s hands did not stop, nor did she lift her head, she directly retorted: "Have you finally lost your mind?"

Dragon Spirit: ...

He was doing all this for whom! Only knows how to say sarcastic things!

"Don’t you think, if others saw what you’re writing now, they’d really think it’s an Evil Cultivator’s manuscript?"

Yun Ran not only wrote down the related things but even completed some crucial missing cultivation methods.

Isn’t this clearly an Evil Cultivator’s manuscript?

Any Xuanmen people with some foundation, if they found such a manuscript and cultivated according to it, could definitely become a master.

They could even personally refine those black humanoid shadows.

Upon hearing Dragon Spirit’s words, Yun Ran paused, then raised her head: "What do you understand, wanting to figure out what the opponent wants to do naturally requires familiarity with their methods.

The contents of this booklet are what I’ve discovered bit by bit. Now, I’m merely deducing what kind of Magic they are practicing.

Once I fully deduce it, perhaps I will have a way to deal with them!"

Dragon Spirit thought so too. If you completely don’t understand the opponent’s methods, wanting to deal with them would be a fantasy.

"Alright, then you continue deducing. I’ll keep watch near you, but this clearly is the path of Evil Cultivators. It absolutely must not fall into the wrong hands; otherwise, the consequences for you would be enormous!"

Dragon Spirit truly worried, such evil methods are heaven-defying. Even if Yun Ran did not create them,

she’s organizing and deducing these methods; if ill-intentioned people obtain them, Yun Ran could undoubtedly be considered an accomplice.

"Rest assured, you should know my methods; even in death, this thing would burn before I go!"

Dragon Spirit believed this; even if the whole world has the potential to fall into darkness, Yun Ran would not.

Not because she can’t, but because she simply must not. If Yun Ran’s mind deviates, the Prohibition of Qingfeng Temple would instantly teach her a lesson.

Confirming Yun Ran was aware, Dragon Spirit’s worries immediately dissipated.

The advancing carriages suddenly stopped at this moment.

"What’s going on?"

To the things happening around, Yun Ran’s deduction continued unaffected, but Dragon Spirit went on alert, immediately lifting the curtain and stepping off the carriage.

They were still on a desolate official road where, under normal circumstances, stopping was not advised.

The people from the first carriage quickly passed the message backward.

Apparently, a group of disaster refugees was heading their way, appearing as a dark mass from a distance, indistinct in number.

If their entire convoy became entangled among these refugees, they would be instantly overwhelmed.

Considering the striking numerical disparity, not rashly breaking into the mass was the wiser choice.

A guard, with a somewhat pale face, looked at the quickly approaching Young Prince: "The refugees ahead are all red-eyed with hunger. If they fixate on our supplies..."

No need to say more; anyone with a bit of common sense would understand.

The Young Prince’s face was also not very good. Throughout the journey, he dispatched people ahead to gather information.

He had never received news of refugees ahead. Knowing even half a day in advance would have prevented such a confrontation.

Facing such a large group of refugees, not even with the capability to fight a hundred with each person brought could they safely pass through.

"What’s going on! Why wasn’t I informed earlier about such a large group of refugees ahead!"

Hearing the Young Prince’s roar, his subordinates all lowered their heads. If they knew the answer, they wouldn’t be caught so passively.

The Bald Monk leapt with ease, landing atop a tree to clearly assess the situation ahead.

The densely packed heads moved slowly forward, and he could even discern the numbness on their faces.

A sense of indifference that life was fine but death was just as acceptable.

The Bald Monk, usually maintaining a gentle expression, couldn’t help but feel his heart continuously sink at this moment.