Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Chapter 1657A – Chess Piece

This time, when Rourou, Qin Yu and White Iris left Ask Immortal Building, they did not go somewhere that was too far away. Rourou casually pointed at an inn, and White Iris took the initiative to handle their accommodation matters.

Rourou was still in a bad mood.

However, intuition told Qin Yu that Rourou's mood had nothing to do with what had just happened. She did not even pay attention to Wei Han who made rude remarks towards her earlier.

The root of the problem seemed to have appeared at the moment she stepped into the Central Desolate. Could it be that revisiting an old place had reminded her of some bad memories?

After all, regarding what happened at Ask Immortal Building, Qin Yu was not blind and could tell that Rourou was somehow connected to that building.

Especially the part where she said that "The wine served here is just named after the true Immortal Brew." Since she said that, it naturally meant that she had drunk the true Immortal Brew before.

Big truths were hidden within small details – Qin Yu was well aware of this logic. Especially when it came to Rourou; every movement she made had a deeper meaning to it and all the more he would not overlook them.

After going to their separate rooms, Qin Yu gave a long sigh and retracted all his thoughts. He closed his eyes and started to cultivate. Inside the Jade Gate, there was an abundant amount of spiritual energy. It was a top-grade sacred place for cultivation. Wasting even a breath of time was considered to be a shame.

However, as of now, there were some people who could not be bothered about cultivation because their thoughts were in a mess.

For example, that young master from the Yang Family who had fallen from the sky. After chasing away the women around him, Yang Fanshan still felt unhappy inside.

He did not have much faith in the Yang Family, whether it was in East Pole County or in the East Border Army's marshal tent. He was quite hopeless about his trip to the Central Desolate Divine Area this time. Furthermore, he had seen a strand of hope but lost it so quickly, which made him feel even more despair.

Now, Yang Fanshan had two options.

He could proceed step by step and continue to fight for his life. If he succeeded this time, he could gain a firm foothold in the Yang Family. In the future, if anyone tried to harm him, he would not be as powerless to retaliate as he was now.

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However, in actual fact, the chances of him succeeding were very low. They were so low that Yang Fanshan could not help but constantly think about his second option…escape!

The skinny old man with a goatee served the Yang Family. In this period of time, Yang Fanshan could tell that he was a cautious person and was very careful in dealing with various matters. If Yang Fanshan tried to escape, this old servant would probably stop him, but at most, he would be doing it for show.

Yang Fanshan had not yet quelled the anger in his heart when that woman was chased away previously, but he wanted to take this opportunity to also reduce the difficulty of getting out of this situation unscathed in the future. However, if he chose to escape, he would forever lose his status of being part of the Yang Family. He would be reduced to a wandering ghost in the Central Desolate.

There was a higher chance of staying alive with the second option, but living like this betrayed what he once told his mother who had died of illness when he was still young. He knelt to her and swore that he would one day return to the Yang Family with dignity and move her grave to the Yang Family's ancestral land.

His heart was full of anxiety.

At the same time, there was another person who was feeling frustration in his heart – Wei Han. He used to be an arrogant man from a great sect, and now he was just a miserable swordsman that worked in the military. He lay on the bed with his eyes open while his body was still.

Though he looked calm on the exterior, it felt like there was a storm cooking up in his chest.

There were many things that happened back in those years, and he did not forget a single one of them.

But, so what if he remembered them? His Origin Sword Dao was already broken, so he was doomed to be in this miserable state for the rest of his life. As Great General Zhao Yuan's subordinate, he became a swordsman who fought for his life on the battlefield. He did not know when he would die and become a ghost who haunted the battlefield.

However, today, Wei Han's heart, which had been silent for so long to the point that it was almost dried up, started to beat excitedly again. He began to harbor some thoughts that he used to have a long time ago.

Wei Han was not sure if he could succeed, but if he did not even give it a shot, then he truly had zero chance of succeeding.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Wei Han flipped over and got up. He walked out in big strides. He had been kicked to the dirt and had been rolling in it for quite some time. So what if he put it all on the line again? Even if he failed, at most, he would be losing his life.

Not long after Wei Han stepped out of the door, he was stopped by the third person who had not yet fallen asleep – Infinite Monastery's Priest Chen.

He looked at Wei Han with a calm expression, "What are you going to do?"

Wei Han cupped his hands, "Uncle, I've done many things against my will during all these years in the military. Kneeling and begging someone is not a difficult thing for me to do."

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Priest Chen nodded his head, "You are tactful and sensible not to have any other thoughts, otherwise I would have to kill you today to prevent any trouble from happening to my Infinite Monastery."

Wei Han laughed bitterly and thought to himself, 'Even if you really think that way, you don't have to say it as it is out loud. Can't you be more gentle with your words?'

"Hmph!" Priest Chen scoffed, "I'm being straightforward now to give you a reminder that your guesses were right, so whether you had other thoughts or not, you'd better retract all of them! You can go kneel and beg, play the victim; you can do whatever you want as long as you do not die."

After pondering for a while, Priest Chen looked at Wei Han again and said, "Furthermore, I believe that you still have some fate with that lady. Otherwise, Ask Immortal Building would not waste any more time on you and would have just thrown out a wine fruit to make you completely lose face."

Wei Han respectfully replied, "Thank you Uncle for enlightening me."

Priest Chen raised his hand to touch his hair and released a long sigh, "I can come over here to give you some reminders, but who can help me? What a great seedling, if she joined Infinite Monastery, she would be famous in the Central Desolate in the future.

"What a pity, what a shame…what an upsetting situation!" He turned to leave, his back hunched forward in despair. His face was full of wrinkles, and he looked extremely miserable.

In the inn, White Iris closed her eyes to cultivate. Her face was slightly pale and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Back then, Great Shaman Mengshan sent her thousands of miles away, past the Barbarian Clan's Traverse Mountains, to enter the West Desolate's Imperial Capital to get some help. Naturally, it was because she had a chronic illness.

This chronic illness had now integrated with her own Sword Dao and could break out at any time, which would result in her death. She felt that the old daoist from Infinite Monastery was not only a good person, but also that she was close to him in some way.

More accurately, she had this feeling that if she could enter Infinite Monastery and learn the old daoist's Sword Dao, she could be healed of her chronic illness. She could even turn this crisis into an opportunity to improve her Sword Dao and finally go on to become a celestial being.

However, White Iris still chose to reject him because of what she said earlier. If the cost of being healed of her chronic illness meant leaving the lady, she would rather not do it.

In the other room, Rourou drank a sip of her tea. She turned to look in the direction of White Iris' room and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

What a stupid woman!

Indeed, that woman is only capable of learning some small tricks, but when it comes to true wisdom, she has none. However, rejecting Infinite Monastery was the right thing to do. Even though White Iris had fate with them, it was not the right time yet.

Taking it slow and suffering for a little while longer would be good for everyone.

However, she would still have to go to Infinite Monastery eventually. What was the point of keeping her around? She was not just an eyesore, she was useless. Throwing her out to harden her might be a good thing. If Rourou got lucky, White Iris would be a useful chess piece to her in the future.