“You know better than anyone, don’t you?” Xu Zimo asked in return.
“Young Master, you’re making me more and more confused,” Miss Jing shook her head and replied.
“If there’s something going on, please clarify, Young Master. I only wish to follow in your footsteps.”
“Where are you from? Do you have any family?” Xu Zimo asked.
“I was raised by my master since I was young. My master said I was an orphan,” Miss Jing replied.
“Then where is your master from?” Xu Zimo pressed.
Above the skies, countless tiny rats were shouting and screeching.
They broke through the barrier of the Airship, leaping into the cabin.
Chaos roared, swallowing every rat that approached the cabin in one gulp. Countless rats charged, and for a moment, the scene was chaotic.
But Xu Zimo seemed oblivious to it all, completely unconcerned.
He just calmly looked at Miss Jing.
“I don’t know my master’s origins either. All I remember is traveling the world with my master since childhood. Visiting famous mountains and rivers, watching the sun and moon pass, the seasons change, divining fate, and comprehending the mysteries of the heavens.”
“What a perfect explanation,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“Sometimes I wonder if there’s truly someone in this world who knows everything. In a minor world like the Primordial Heartlands, it might be plausible, but in the Nine Heavens, directly connected to the Heavenly Dao, how could your master divine the mysteries of the heavens without facing a tribulation?”
“The secrets of his divination techniques are beyond comprehension,” Miss Jing said.
“Young Master Xu, if you don’t think you’re capable, does that mean no one in the world is? The world is vast, filled with all sorts of extraordinary people and events. My master is but a tiny existence among those who divine the heavens.”
“Your master is far from insignificant,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
Since ancient times, divining the heavens has been the most complex of matters.
And the most dangerous.
Just the entry barrier alone is enough to keep most people out.
Most so-called diviners can only grasp vague omens, like a shadow of calamity in one’s brow or a shift in the eastern purple star, indicating misfortune or fortune.
These are mere signs, but as for what will happen or when, they can rarely pinpoint with such precision.
But in doing so, he offended a being called the Myriad Fairy Flowers.
Back in the Primordial Heartlands, Xu Zimo hadn’t paid it much mind.
But upon hearing of Hundred Flowers Valley, he suddenly recalled this matter.
If the Myriad Fairy Flowers was in Hundred Flowers Valley…
Then everything was interconnected, and he could understand the significance of Miss Jing’s existence.
“What’s wrong?” Miss Jing asked.
“The information about the Xuanyuan Clan was something you sought from my master. I didn’t deceive you.”
“Have you heard a story?” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“What story?” Miss Jing asked, puzzled.
“Before people slaughter a pig, they raise it for a while, feeding it until it’s fat and plump before raising the butcher’s knife,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“Between you and me, who do you think is the one being fattened up?”
Miss Jing was silent for a long time before pointing to the side and saying, “Those little rats are coming.”
“I know,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
With a wave of his hand, endless flames of Nomological Truth surged forth, transforming into a boundless sea of blood in the void, engulfing everything.
As the void melted, the rats vanished without a trace.
Not even a shred of evidence remained.
Xu Zimo slightly raised his head, looking toward the horizon.
A man wearing a red cloak, with a human face and a rat-like body, slowly approached from the distance.
Beside him were two great rats.
Both exuded the aura of Immortals.
Their overwhelming presence shook the void with booming sounds.
“What heavy killing intent you have, Fellow Daoist,” the rat man said with a cold smile.
“Who are you?” Xu Zimo asked.
“He’s King Scale-Rat,” Moon-Pluck Fairy reminded from the side.
“Brother, how will you compensate me for this?” King Scale-Rat said with a faint smile.
“Why did you block my Airship?” Xu Zimo countered.
“Just ran into an old acquaintance and came to say hello,” King Scale-Rat said, looking at Moon-Pluck Fairy with a smile.
“Fairy, don’t you agree?”
“If that’s your way of saying hello, then what I just did was my way of saying hello,” Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
“Get Elder Fiend out here. You’re not qualified to talk to me.”
At Xu Zimo’s words, King Scale-Rat was momentarily stunned.
Then he replied, “I’ve met many people, but you’re the first to demand to see the Ancestor right off the bat.”
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, looking down at Fiend Mountain.
This so-called Fiend Mountain carried the prestige of a famous mountain. Back in the day, Elder Fiend settled there, directly relocating an immortal mountain from overseas with great divine power.
Thus, it was renamed Fiend Mountain.
Xu Zimo slowly extended his right hand, powerful energy gathering in his palm.
The surrounding spiritforce surged like a tidal wave, and with his hands like a whale swallowing the sea, he instantly condensed all the spiritforce.
His palm faced downward, the Nomological Truth of Thunder surging in his hand.
“King, be careful,” the two immortal rat beasts behind him said solemnly, stepping in front of King Scale-Rat.
Xu Zimo’s right hand fell, and endless thunder crashed down.
A purple light seemed to tear through Fiend Mountain, and the moment the booming thunder roared, Fiend Mountain was enveloped in a sea of thunderous purgatory.
“Y-you destroyed Fiend Mountain!” King Scale-Rat shouted at Xu Zimo.
“I think your Old Ancestor will like my way of saying hello,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“Meow!!”
A cat’s cry suddenly echoed from the depths of Fiend Mountain.