Dream Picking Records

Chapter 397 Return to Cannes

Wang Xiao followed the scent to the plain, but unfortunately, the place was already deserted, leaving only a mess. He looked at the bodies on the ground, identifying them one by one, but in the end, he couldn't find the one that belonged to Xia Daoling.

"Huh... No!"

He was just breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed something strange. The bodies lying on the ground belonged to two different groups. The traces at the scene suggested a bloody battle. As expected, one group belonged to Xia Yuling, and they were determined to kill him. He couldn't figure out who the other group was, because no one besides the few people involved knew Xia Daoling's whereabouts.

"Pan Donglin? I remember that when we were in the Heavenly Prison, he seemed very happy to let Xia Daoling go. But what good would that do to him? Oh, that's the token! As long as they track him down and find the token, they can control the power of the Imperial City's formation! As expected, he will rebel sooner or later."

After Wang Xiao figured it out, he understood what Xia Daoling had done, which was to disrupt the other party's sight and stay away from Xia Qingling as much as possible, so that both parties would be relatively safe.

"Oh no! If this speculation is true, someone must be lurking behind him!"

Wang Xiao immediately launched a mental search, but the area had just experienced a fierce battle, causing a chaotic atmosphere. Furthermore, Xia Daoling was intentionally hiding, so he couldn't find any trace of him. Since the other party couldn't run fast in his current state, he resorted to the most foolish method, searching in every direction.

First, he flew north, slowly out fifty miles, trying not to miss any potential hiding spots. Sadly, he found no trace of a single clue. Next, he searched east, following a small arc and then retracing his steps, still finding nothing. Then he searched west and south, searching everywhere. Ultimately, he had to accept that hiding in the open world was much easier than finding it, unless he could one day scan every corner of the earth with a single thought.

The next day, while flying over the mountains and forests, he spotted a group of men searching nearby. He felt a sense of déjà vu in their clothing, and after careful reflection, he realized they were from the Liuyun Chamber of Commerce, and that he had obtained the fragments of the Nine Thunders from Shi Shi, the adopted son of the guild's president, Shi Xiang.

He was just thinking when he heard loud shouting from below.

"You, the kid flying in the sky, I'm talking to you. Stop right now!" The middle-aged man with a ferocious face said arrogantly, pulling out a portrait and demanding, "Have you seen this person since you flew over here?"

"No." Wang Xiao's eyes focused. The person in the painting was Xia Daoling, whom he was looking for.

"I advise you to answer honestly. We are Master Pan's men. Do you know the consequences of lying?!"

"Oh, that's right. If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that you are also Pan Donglin's dogs."

"How dare you call the Imperial Master by his name and insult us? I think you don't want to live anymore!"

The man yelled, and the crowd searching around him quickly gathered and surrounded him.

"Haha, I was just worried about how to report that I couldn't catch the culprit. Catching the accomplice would be a great achievement, right, brothers?"

"Correct!"

"Accomplice? You're actually right."

Wang Xiao snorted, and the noisy crowd instantly fell silent. He briefly penetrated the mind of the vicious leader, but unfortunately, he knew very little information. He only received instructions to lead the team to search the nearby area.

"It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Now is the time."

Wang Xiao disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in Cannes, the headquarters of Liuyun Chamber of Commerce.

"President Shi, oh no, I should call you City Lord Shi now. Are you used to being the City Lord of Luankong City?"

In the dim room, a wisp of black smoke appeared beside Shi Xiang. It gradually evolved into a hunchbacked old man holding a skeleton cane. The whole person was huddled in a loose black robe, his face could not be seen clearly, and his voice was eerie and hoarse.

"Thanks to you, I heard that you once served as a military advisor to City Lord Yan Leiming. Because you lost your token, you advocated killing the Netherworld Blood Skeletons who came to patrol. How brave of you!"

"Forehead……"

"Don't be surprised. I learned all this from his son Yan Xiongfeng. Yan Xiongfeng, haha, the name is well chosen, but he is a good-for-nothing." Shi Xiang said with his legs crossed.

"It seems that City Lord Shi doesn't want to attack me. Tell me what I have that is worth your use." The hunchbacked old man put away his murderous intent and started talking to him about cooperation.

"We've known each other for quite some time, so I should know your name by now, right?"

"Yan Zhong."

"Okay, you're trying so hard to get back to Luankong City. What's your purpose?"

"Forehead……"

"Don't want to say? Let me guess, it's because of that corpse, right?"

Yan Zhong was silent, and his throat made a dull sound.

"You are not Shi Xiang, show your true identity."

"Haha, he's a loser, but you're different. You're a little smarter."

The man who resembled Shi Xiang swiped his left hand in front of him. His facial muscles began to twitch, gradually transforming into the face of a cold, middle-aged man. Unlike ordinary people, his skin and eyes were red.

"One of the four great royal families of the demon race, known as the most powerful cultivator in the Return to Origin Realm in the history of the Yama Red Ghost, the hope for the revival of the entire royal family, and the young patriarch who died unexpectedly while out training."

With every word the man spoke, Yan Zhong's body trembled a little. It was not difficult to imagine how huge the anger he had accumulated was.

"You're right, Yan Liang. I haven't seen you for a long time, and you can't even recognize my breath. It makes me, your uncle, very sad!" The man raised the corners of his mouth and spoke word by word as if declaring victory.

Yan Zhong lifted his black hat and removed his black robe, revealing a thin figure beneath the loose robe. He looked only in his twenties, but his body was covered in deep wounds, bloody scars, and his face was utterly disfigured. Only a pair of crimson eyes stared intently at the man sitting in the seat.

"I never thought you'd still be alive, but you look nothing like a human being. Oh, no, you look nothing like a genius red devil." The man continued teasingly, "You're not talking. Are you thinking about how to escape?"

"traitor."

"boom!"

"court death!"

Yan Liang said only two words, and the man across from him immediately stood up as if under pressure, smashing the chair he was sitting on. The men in ambush outside heard the commotion and immediately surrounded the room where the two men were.

"You can't escape today. Hand over my clan's holy sword and I can leave you with an intact body!"

"If you want it, come and get it."

Yan Liang exerted force with both hands, and the skull crutch he was holding began to crack in countless pieces. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that what was broken was only the disguise on the surface. Inside was a fluorescent white soft sword that was two fingers thick, with red ghost faces carved on both ends of the hilt.

The man opposite, Yan Liang's uncle Yan Kun, was filled with greed and fanaticism the moment he saw the soft sword.