abnabooks Chapter 56 I am Silver Mask
Chapter 56 I am Silver Mask
The mountain wind howled, stirring up dust and grass clippings, causing the banners on the mountaintops to flutter in the wind.
A solitary figure, with unhurried steps, climbed to an inconspicuous little hill not far from the central basin.
This mountain was small and barren, and was looked down upon by those powerful forces, but now it became his temporary foothold.
His black robe billowed slightly in the mountain breeze, and the silver mask on his face, engraved with intricate cloud patterns, reflected a cold and eerie luster under the distant, heavenly light.
His appearance was like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil, instantly causing a commotion on the surrounding mountains occupied by rogue cultivators and small sects.
"Look over there! That outfit... that's an assassin from the Hall of Rebirth!"
A sharp-eyed cultivator lowered his voice, but his finger involuntarily pointed to the mountain where Wang Dao was located.
A hot-tempered man next to him immediately spat, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain:
"A bunch of vermin who only dare to live in the gutter dare to come to a place like this? The secret treasure was created through fair and square strength, do they even deserve it? I think they're just asking for trouble!"
"Shh! Are you out of your mind?" The other man, his face pale, yanked the man's hand away. "Who knows if I'll be their next target? These lunatics kill without reason. If they're watching you, you won't sleep soundly!"
These words resonated with many people around them.
The existence of the Hall of Rebirth is like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of all cultivators in the Yuan Realm, filled with unknown fears.
An elderly man who looked quite knowledgeable stroked his goatee, glanced at Wang Dao with a serious expression, and warned the younger man beside him, "Don't provoke him."
"It's impossible for the Rebirth Hall to live so comfortably under the noses of major powers without having powerful backers."
"Rumor has it that they have close ties with Wushengtian, one of the six great demonic sects, which is a truly behemoth."
"One wrong move could bring annihilation to the sect."
In an instant, murmurs, curses, and wary glances converged on the small hill like a tide.
However, Wang Dao, who was at the center of the storm, turned a deaf ear to all of this.
He walked to a relatively flat bluestone at the top of the mountain, casually waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind stirred up the dust on the stone.
Then, he sat cross-legged, his back straight, like a spear piercing the sky.
He is like a statue that blends into the mountain, isolating himself from all the noise of the outside world.
Those truly powerful forces naturally also noticed this ant that had suddenly entered the chessboard.
On the mountain peak where the Great Zhou Dynasty was located, a royal retainer beside Ji Xuankong narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke calmly:
"The people from Wushengtian have also arrived, sending a silver-masked assassin to scout ahead, which is in line with their usual style."
On the other side, in the Taihao Sword Sect's camp, Wang Dao's elder brother, Wang Ming, that domineering young man with a natural sword heart, also saw that figure.
He frowned slightly, then relaxed, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
"Playing tricks, a piece of trash in the Dragon Spine Realm, thinking he can act all high and mighty just by putting on a facade?"
He sneered inwardly, not even bothering to glance at it.
In the eyes of these top geniuses and veteran experts, this lone assassin from the Hall of Rebirth was nothing more than a pebble thrown by the Heaven of No Life to test the waters.
Such characters wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder in the upcoming battle for the secret treasure; they could be crushed into dust by the terrifying aftershocks at any moment.
Wang Dao sat there cross-legged, his eyes closed behind his mask, and began to silently circulate the Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealing Technique.
The slight fluctuations of blood and qi that had risen around him due to the previous killing receded like the tide, and he quickly calmed down, his breathing and heartbeat dropping to an almost imperceptible frequency.
In the end, he became completely one with the rocks beneath his feet, the surrounding vegetation, and the flowing wind, as if he had always belonged to this place.
Wang Dao sat cross-legged on the blue stone, his eyes half-open and half-closed beneath the mask, seemingly resting, but in reality, his attention had already covered the surrounding ten miles.
He came to these mountains purely to find bargains.
The treasure in the central basin, with its seven-colored glow and astonishing phenomena, looked tempting, but he knew exactly what it was.
That level of stuff is meat in the bowls of the Great Zhou royal family and all the holy lands. If he, who is only at the Dragon Spine Realm, dares to reach out, he probably won't even know how he died.
His goal was clear: to fish in troubled waters.
When these immortals start fighting, there will definitely be a lot of unlucky ones who perish. If we can manage to grab a few storage bags and take some elixirs back with us, that would be a real benefit.
If things go wrong, get out of there and don't linger for even a second.
Just as he was calculating the best escape route, a strange, fragrant breeze suddenly drifted over with the mountain wind.
It wasn't the scent of flowers or cosmetics, but a subtle fragrance that could penetrate deep into one's bones and stir up the most primal desires.
Wang Daoxin felt a chill and suddenly opened his eyes.
In the field of vision, a purple phantom was stepping through the void, walking leisurely towards this inconspicuous little hill.
The woman wore a semi-transparent purple gauze dress, the thin fabric clinging tightly to her body, outlining her breathtakingly alluring curves.
As she walked, her skirt swayed, revealing glimpses of her jade-like calves beneath the gauze, sparking endless imagination.
Although her face was covered by a thin veil, obscuring most of her features, her captivating eyes alone were enough to be mesmerize and entice.
Her long, languid black hair brushed against her snow-white shoulders, making her seem like a fairy who had stepped out of the deepest dream, exuding a fatal allure.
"Wow—who's that? So...so beautiful!"
"Don't look! That's a witch! Looking at her will corrupt your spiritual heart!"
The cultivators from the minor sects below, who had been discussing the Hall of Rebirth, were now all blushing and breathing heavily. Some of them, whose self-control was slightly weaker, felt their spiritual energy surge wildly within them after just one glance at that figure, almost losing their Dao heart and suffering a qi deviation on the spot.
A flash of amazement crossed Wang Dao's eyes, but deep down, his eyes held a more intense vigilance, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"This aura... is Liu Ruyan's."
Liu Ruyan ignored the infatuated gazes below and walked gracefully, finally stopping ten steps away from Wang Dao.
She didn't look at Wang Dao, but turned around, her beautiful eyes gazing at the bizarre and wondrous treasure land in the distance. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was so soft and sweet it seemed to drip water:
"What a treasure... The awe-inspiring power of that phenomenon is so great that even a sacred weapon might not be able to suppress it."
"Unfortunately, that's a game for big shots, and it's out of reach for ordinary girls like us."
As she spoke, she slowly turned her head, her seemingly expressive eyes fixed on Wang Dao, her gaze shifting with a mixture of reproach and resentment:
"What? The mighty Wusheng Heaven only sent a cowardly little brat like you? Aren't you afraid of getting swallowed whole?"
The sound was soothing and tingling, like a feather gently tickling the tip of your heart.
Wang Dao merely glanced at her coldly, his voice, masked and hoarse, devoid of any emotion:
"Heart Demon Heaven, isn't it just you who came?"
Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in Liu Ruyan's beautiful eyes.
Although she wasn't using her full power, her Heavenly Demon Bewitching Sound was still something that ordinary cultivators couldn't easily withstand.
This person not only had a firm and unwavering Daoist heart, but could also discern her origins in a single sentence.
"That's interesting."
She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her body trembling, the glimpse of snow-white skin on her chest dazzling to the eye:
"Hehehe... You have a good eye, buddy."
"Anyway, how can a small family like ours compete with those ferocious beast overlords?"
"Instead of going up there to die, we might as well just wander around on the outskirts. If we can pick up some scraps, that would be great."
Her tone was casual, as if she were really just there for a spring outing.
"I haven't yet asked your name, sir. May I ask how to address you?"
Wang Dao maintained his cold demeanor, uttering two words indifferently: "Silver Mask."
Liu Ruyan's lips twitched, and she kept cursing in her heart. That silver mask was so big, she wasn't blind.
Below, many young cultivators watched as the stunningly beautiful woman in purple took the initiative to chat with the assassin from the Hall of Rebirth, and even smiled so happily. The flames of jealousy in their eyes were practically bursting out.
"What makes that cowardly guy so special? Is it just because he's from the Hall of Rebirth?"
"What a waste of talent! How could someone like the Purple-Clad Fairy possibly bother with that cold, freakish guy?"
Sour comments rose and fell.
Just then, an overwhelming, bloodthirsty aura, filled with iron-blooded slaughter, erupted from the foot of the mountain without warning.