Shrouding the Sky: The System Arrived Thirty Years Early

Chapter 59 Bloodshed

Soon, the two followed Master Zhang to his stone house.

The interior was simply furnished, with only a stone bed, a stone table, a few stone stools, and some basic household items.

After entering the stone house, Master Zhang did not invite the two men to sit down. Instead, he wandered off to a corner of the stone house and entered another room through a small door.

Not long after, he struggled to drag a yellowed wooden box out of another room. It was a testament to the passage of time and looked to be many years old.

The wooden box was very large, and Zhang Wuye struggled to drag it, barely managing to move it step by step.

Upon seeing this, Luo Qianqiu quickly stepped forward, lifted the wooden box with one hand, and then placed it in the middle of the stone house as instructed by Master Zhang.

"I know you're determined to go to Zishan, and I can't dissuade you."

Looking at the box, Zhang Wuye reached out and unlocked it, saying in a deep voice, "The ancestors who entered Zishan a thousand years ago prepared many things before going in. What's in the box is what was left."

As he spoke, he opened the box, revealing the items inside: a stone garment made of stone flakes strung together, a helmet, a stone pendant, a stone knife, and a stone astrolabe.

"Some stone tools?" Lin Jia asked, puzzled, not understanding their purpose.

"Don't underestimate them. They were made by our ancestor a thousand years ago and possess powerful spirituality," Master Zhang explained, as if he could read Lin Jia's mind.

"Spirituality?" Lin Jia was even more puzzled. She tried to sense it with her divine sense, but found nothing.

"This is the old leather that wraps around divine energy. It can isolate divine sense. Only by seeing it with one's own eyes can one discover who is wearing this garment." At this moment, Luo Qianqiu spoke up.

"Indeed, this is the function of the Divine Source Robe. It conceals all traces of one's aura. It may not be sturdy enough, but it can isolate a person from the outside world. It is something that every seeker of the source dreams of and is extremely precious."

As he spoke, Uncle Zhang reached into the box and took out a stone knife. He gripped it with both hands and pulled it out. With a "clang," the stone knife came out of its sheath, while the scabbard, due to decay, shattered completely.

Looking at it, Luo Qianqiu saw that the stone knife was two feet long, with an ancient style, and the sun, moon and stars were engraved on the blade, as well as some strange patterns.

"According to our ancestors, in addition to living creatures, there are some mysterious things in Purple Mountain, which can be destroyed with this knife."

After speaking, Master Zhang put down the stone knife and then introduced the stone pendant and the star chart, both of which had mysterious functions.

Especially the natal chart, which still has the ability to guide you even in harsh environments, and may even save your life in critical moments.

Without a doubt, these things, though lacking powerful divine force, are extremely precious treasures.

But now, Master Zhang is handing these rare treasures over to someone he just met.

This unreserved trust deeply moved Luo Qianqiu.

"Thank you very much, Fifth Master," he said sincerely.

"They're all just material possessions; they only have value if someone can use them," Zhang Wuye shook his head.

"Fifth Master, rest assured, if my trip goes smoothly, these stone artifacts will be returned undamaged, and the Source Book will also return to the Zhang family," Luo Qianqiu said earnestly.

"There's no need for that. Purple Mountain is fraught with danger. Even with these stone tools, they can only give you a slight chance of survival. When it's time to go all out, don't worry about whether the stone tools are damaged."

The old man was very open-minded. Although he valued stone tools highly, he believed that people were the most important thing compared to stone tools.

Luo Qianqiu put away the stone tools and bowed solemnly to Master Zhang, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Master Zhang."

Seeing this, Master Zhang quickly reached out to help Luo Qianqiu up and sighed, "Although we've only known each other for less than a day, I can see that you treat people with sincerity. Even though you have powerful cultivation, you never look down on us ordinary people and never think of using force to oppress us. I admire you very much. I will certainly not stand idly by if I can help you."

This is also the main reason why he handed over all the precious stone artifacts left by his ancestors to the other party without reservation.

That's how people are sometimes. Some people you know for a lifetime but have only a superficial relationship with, while others you can become inseparable even if you only know each other for a day.

Master Zhang and Luo Qianqiu were the latter; although they had only known each other for a day, they had a feeling of friendship despite their age difference.

Even though they know nothing about each other except their names.

Luo Qianqiu didn't say thank you again, but silently kept this kindness in her heart.

In the early morning, the sunlight shines down, turning the earth into a golden expanse.

Luo Qianqiu and Lin Jia walked out of the stone house and saw Zhang Wuye worshipping Zishan Mountain.

Upon seeing the two, the old man's expression turned somewhat grave. "Are you leaving now?"

Luo Qianqiu shook his head and stated his plan, "Before entering Zishan, I need to eliminate Chen Dahuzi and the group of people behind him."

Besides the Origin Heaven Book, the Dou Character Secret is also his goal for entering Zishan, so he may not be able to come out for a while.

Just in case, he was prepared to eliminate these threats.

According to the original story, Shizhai was ultimately safe and sound, and even Er Lengzi's sister was not killed until a year later.

But after everything that happened yesterday, the villagers of Shizhai and Master Zhang were no longer fictional characters in Luo Qianqiu's eyes.

He dared not gamble on whether the butterfly effect would occur in this lifetime, so eliminating Chen Da Huzi and the Qingxia Sect behind him was necessary.

In addition, Luo Qianqiu also planned to go to the Li Huo Sect to obtain the Li Huo Divine Furnace.

He knew that this weapon had an extraordinary origin, having accompanied Emperor Hengyu on his journey to become an emperor and even survived the tribulation of attaining enlightenment.

It was just that the material was too poor and could not be transformed into an ultimate imperial weapon, which led to the later story of Emperor Hengyu going to Falling Sun Ridge to refine the Sun God Furnace.

Therefore, the Divine Furnace of Departure is not an ordinary quasi-emperor weapon; the Dao principles within the furnace are genuine imperial laws.

If one can obtain the Divine Furnace of Li Huo before entering Zishan, one's safety will certainly be greatly guaranteed.

In the end, Luo Qianqiu set off alone, while Lin Jia stayed behind in Shizhai.

After two years of cultivation, coupled with an unlimited supply of resources, Lin Jia has now become a peak cultivator of the Divine Bridge Realm. In this region, he is definitely considered a top expert with sufficient self-protection capabilities.

Of course, to be absolutely sure, Luo Qianqiu left the conch shell to Lin Jia.

Chen Da Hu Zi's gang's stronghold was not far from Shi Zhai, only about 300 li away.

Luo Qianqiu's Yuan Shen has undergone several transformations and is now so powerful that it is beyond comprehension. He simply released his divine sense and sensed for a moment before successfully locating the group's hiding place.

Then, the king descended from the sky, his face contorted with rage and ferocity!

Before Chen Da Huzi and the others could even see Luo Qianqiu, they were smashed into a bloody mist by a giant hand that descended from the sky.

They didn't even deserve to listen to Luo Qianqiu's nonsense as bandits.

"Is this the Imperial Jade? It doesn't seem to have anything particularly special about it."

Luo Qianqiu looked at the broken jade in his hand, studied it for a moment, then put it away and disappeared from the spot with a movement.

Not long after, Luo Qianqiu appeared in front of a mountain gate, dressed in black with his long hair flowing freely, looking indifferently at the Qingxia Sect in front of him.

"This is the Qingxia Sect! Leave immediately!" A Qingxia Sect disciple shouted at the mountain gate.

Luo Qianqiu glanced at the disciple indifferently, and his powerful divine sense surged forth instantly, beginning to examine the other's memories.

"Yes, the first one is someone who commits all sorts of evil deeds."

Luo Qianqiu spoke calmly, and without any visible movement, the cultivator who had just spoken collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from his brow and his eyes lifeless, clearly having lost his life.

Instantly, all the disciples guarding the mountain were shocked and summoned their weapons—swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—all radiating brilliant divine light as they shot towards Luo Qianqiu.

Such an attack wave would have been a real challenge for a cultivator at the Sea of ​​Wheels level, but Luo Qianqiu didn't even raise his hand. With just a glance, his powerful divine sense surged forth, shattering all the weapons.

"ah----"

All the disciples guarding the mountain screamed in agony, clutching their heads and wailing.

The so-called weapon control is actually the act of infusing a wisp of divine thought into a weapon, thereby wielding the weapon to fight the enemy.

However, Luo Qianqiu's primordial spirit was so powerful that when he shattered all the weapons, the divine consciousness of the Qingxia Sect disciples attached to the weapons was also crushed by him.

That's why they were all injured.

In fact, this was only because Luo Qianqiu held back; otherwise, he could have easily crushed the primordial spirits of all the Qingxia Sect disciples.

He just didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately; among these people, there might be those who hadn't done anything wrong.

As he expected, two of the remaining eight disciples guarding the mountain did not join the corrupt practices and never oppressed ordinary people.

Luo Qianqiu did not kill the two men, but the rest died as their consciousness dissipated.

"Who, who are you?" the two surviving disciples asked in fear.

"That's none of your business. Considering your remaining kindness, I won't kill you. Get out of here," Luo Qianqiu said calmly.

Without hesitation, the two disciples, clutching their heads which looked as if they had been cleaved by an axe, staggered down the mountain.

They knew that the Qingxia Sect was finished. That person's power was beyond imagination; with just a casual glance, he caused several of them to lose their life essence and die.

Such methods were unheard of and beyond their comprehension; even the sect leader did not possess such unfathomable abilities.

The two left decisively. They did not agree with the Qingxia Sect's code of conduct and did not feel much affiliation with it. However, they had no choice but to resist the powerful forces in the past, and the only thing they could do was not to associate with them.

"Who dares to trespass on Qingxia?" The commotion at the mountain gate attracted the attention of the elders inside, and an old man arrived riding on a rainbow of light.

But before he could even land, the divine light around him quickly dissipated, and he collapsed to the ground, his divine consciousness completely extinguished.

Luo Qianqiu glanced at the old man, then stepped into the mountain gate, his powerful divine sense spreading out and enveloping the entire Qingxia Sect.

On this day, the Qingxia Sect was stained with blood. All those who had committed evil deeds were killed by Luo Qianqiu. In the end, only a dozen or so people from the entire sect survived.

Blood stained Qingxia Mountain red, and the lush green flowers and grasses were covered in blood. The clear spring water that used to flow was turned into a river of blood, emitting a pungent smell of blood.