The Demon with Holy Radiance Chapter 61
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Seeing Senior Sister Wen Yin’s vehement denial only made Yang An more certain. They had gone the wrong way.
This wasn’t Yulan City at all!
Not only that, but Yang An realized he had been wrong about something else, too.
He originally thought his senior sister just liked to look at people from the side, that it gave her a certain mystique.
But now it seemed Senior Sister Wen Yin was genuinely blind—directionally blind, that is. It was purely because she couldn’t tell which way was which.
She could even get lost while driving... no, wait! While driving an Earth Worm.
’What’s the difference between her and someone who gets lost even while using a GPS?’
The two of them lapsed into silence. In the quiet wilderness, it was as if a crow was cawing overhead...
After a long moment, Yang An suddenly heard Senior Sister Wen Yin let out a deep sigh, as if she had finally accepted reality.
"Junior Brother, we came to the wrong place."
"..."
’Yeah, I figured that out a while ago.’
Yang An didn’t speak, only nodding silently.
Wen Yin then looked up toward the distance.
"There’s a temple over there. Someone might be inside. Let’s go take a look and figure out where we are first."
"Okay!"
Yang An had spotted the temple on the distant mountain from the start. Although it looked a bit dilapidated, he couldn’t rule out the possibility of someone being inside.
Besides, out here in the desolate wilderness, any passersby might stop there to rest.
The two immediately set off, heading toward the temple.
There’s an old saying about how mountains that look close can wear out a horse trying to reach them. The temple on the mountain seemed far, and as they started walking—well, what do you know! It really was far.
But neither of them were ordinary people. They moved through the jungle as if flying, using their Body Techniques to advance. Before long, the temple was drawing nearer.
But just then, a light breeze blew past, and both of them stopped in their tracks at the same time.
’This is... the stench of blood!’
Yang An looked toward the temple, now not far off, and his eyebrows shot up.
A Cultivator’s five senses were extremely sharp. Even though the scent of blood carried on the wind was faint, Yang An identified it immediately.
Needless to say, Wen Yin had noticed it too; she had even stopped a step before he did.
The smell of blood wafting from a deserted mountain temple was clearly not a good sign.
"Senior Sister, something’s wrong. I suggest we leave now and don’t go any closer."
Yang An said to Wen Yin at once.
Out of caution, they shouldn’t approach any signs of trouble in an unfamiliar place. Who knew what kind of misfortune could happen?
Curiosity killed the cat.
’It’s best to leave now and not get involved. At worst, we can just look for people somewhere else.’
Wen Yin didn’t object, nodding immediately.
"Let’s go!"
The two turned and left without a second thought, moving decisively away from the temple.
But they hadn’t gotten far when several figures burst out from the jungle ahead, and the two groups ran right into each other.
Yang An and Wen Yin instantly halted again.
"Who are you?!"
Both sides immediately grew guarded, warily eyeing each other.
Yang An sized up the people who had suddenly appeared, mentally preparing for a potential conflict.
There were five of them, all men. Aside from an older-looking elder, the others were young, seemingly around his own age.
Judging by their stance, they were probably not ordinary people. Most likely, they were Cultivators.
"Who are you two? And why are you here?"
The elderly man in the group immediately questioned them, his expression unfriendly.
Seeing their aggressive posture and superior numbers, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to leave without a clear explanation.
Senior Sister Wen Yin, perhaps not one for words, simply stared at the group with an indifferent expression, not saying a thing.
An idea sparked in Yang An’s mind. He immediately cupped his fist to the group.
"We are Cultivators from the Wudang Sect. My name is Mu’an, and this is my senior sister, Ying Wen.
We are just passing through. If we have disturbed you, it was unintentional. We ask that you let us be on our way."
Ever since he impersonated a disciple of Elder Life Crane from the Life Crane Sect back at the Xiyue River, only to be caught red-handed by the real old man himself...
Yang An had learned his lesson. When traveling, one must use an alias, and it was best if the identity was fake, too.
Besides, he’d heard from his second senior brother that disciples of the Life Crane Sect were universally despised.
So there was no way he could casually reveal his identity as a Life Crane Sect disciple.
He had simply spouted the name of a famous Sect from his previous life. After what he’d seen at the Golden Sun Pavilion two days ago, there were so many Cultivation Sects that he figured they could investigate all they wanted.
Beside him, Wen Yin subtly "looked" sideways at Yang An. Though she had no eyes, it was clear she hadn’t expected her junior brother to react so quickly.
She hadn’t spoken because she was busy trying to figure out how to deal with these people herself.
"Cultivators from the Wudang Sect? Just passing through?"
The men looked at each other, clearly unfamiliar with this Cultivation Sect. They’d never heard of it.
Just as the elderly man was about to ask another question...
Several more figures darted out from behind them.
"Senior Uncle, don’t walk so fast! Wait for us!"
A burly man leading a few others caught up, complaining slightly.
The group quickly gathered, some of them panting for breath.
But when the burly man looked over at Yang An and Wen Yin, he froze, a hint of surprise on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Yang! What are you doing here?"
"..."
Seeing the man, the corner of Yang An’s mouth twitched. He suddenly felt that fate had a truly wicked sense of humor.
’How could I be so unlucky?’
’Last time, I impersonated someone from the Life Crane Sect and got caught by the old man himself.’
’This time, I just finished impersonating someone from the Wudang Sect, and an acquaintance shows up and exposes my lie with a single sentence.’
Yang An suddenly wondered if he was cursed.
The newcomer was none other than Pan Shi, whom he had met in Jiunan Town and traveled with to the Xiyue River for the Great Feast!
But Yang An never expected Pan Shi to be here.
A strange thought flashed through his mind.
’Don’t tell me... Senior Sister Wen Yin brought me all the way to Fellow Daoist Pan’s Sect?!’
He remembered that Pan Shi’s Sect was called Sansong Mountain, located in the territory north of the Xiyue River. The Life Crane Sect, however, was in Han State, south of the Xiyue River.
If they had really come to Sansong Mountain, didn’t that mean they had gone in the complete opposite direction?
"Fellow Daoist Pan! What are you doing here?"
Facing the stares of the entire group, Yang An asked immediately.
"Huh? You don’t know, Fellow Daoist Yang? This is Sansong Mountain. It’s my and my junior sister’s Sect.
You left without saying goodbye back at the Xiyue River. I thought I’d never see you again."
Pan Shi looked at him with surprise, not expecting that Yang An didn’t know where he was, and quickly explained.
’Just as I thought...’
Having gotten his answer, Yang An shot a strange look at Senior Sister Wen Yin beside him.
This wasn’t just a matter of going the wrong way; they were heading in the complete opposite direction of their destination.
Where was Yulan City? In Han State!
Where was Sansong Mountain? In Dingzhou!
One was at the southernmost end of the Xiyue River, the other to the north. They were two whole states apart.
Senior Sister Wen Yin wasn’t just bad with directions anymore. She was the type who could be given a GPS and still go the completely wrong way.
She was basically directionally blind!
As if feeling his burning gaze, Wen Yin also immediately understood the situation.
Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and she turned her face to the side.
As if pretending she didn’t know a thing.