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Chapter 329 - 186 An Jing Seeks Mother, Shen Mubai Informed (4/3, delayed update makeup)

Chapter 329: Chapter 186 An Jing Seeks Mother, Shen Mubai Informed (4/3, delayed update makeup)

Universal Brightness True Lord was the Peak Master whose parents had died of plague. He remembered vividly his parents who had tried their hardest to survive and naturally could not bear to see such separation between parents and their children. He also greatly admired An Jing’s conduct.

"Difficult."

Biying said, "An Jing is ultimately a person from Da Chen... Da Chen allows An Jing to move freely within its borders, perhaps because they want to showcase their methods and pull An Jing to their side."

"Divine Mandate can break many norms."

"Seniors directors." the rather young Chuyao Peak’s Peak Master expressed his concerns. "Apart from other issues, if in the end An Jing finds his mother and wants to return to the Bright Mirror Sect... Do you think Da Chen would allow it?"

All eight Peaks were Manifesting Holy, but Chenyinzi, Biying, and Universal Brightness were at the pinnacle of Manifesting Holy. Jinghuang Peak and Shihui Peak’s masters were older and hardly participated in Sect policy decisions, while the remaining three were younger, lacking in both power and experience, hence they found it difficult to speak during the senior directors’ discussion.

"That is unlikely."

Chenyinzi shook his head. "The Dao of Da Chen lies in order and juridical principles. Let’s not discuss whether they would adhere to this. At least, before An Jing is ready to return to the Sect, Da Chen would vie for him and thus protect his safety, even more securely than in Dust Li."

At this, he turned his head and looked towards the grim-faced Biying. "My disciple Suran and my apprentice Guangchen both suffered from premeditated attacks by other Sects. Among them were shadows of other four Sects, as well as mysterious forces we still do not know."

"The swordsman who attacked Guangchen with the Great Five Elements Sword Intent of Destruction is undoubtedly from the Upper Gate’s true transmission, but he didn’t use True Methods and instead used the Five Elements True Meaning that even a wandering martial artist could master, all to avoid exposing his identity... We must first clean up inside and outside Visible Empty Mountain, and properly rectify the situation."

"Indeed."

The other Peak Masters nodded in agreement. In the past, it was hard to gather all Peak Masters to discuss future Sect policies as each had their tasks. Now, using the White Mountain Pass negotiation as a pretext, a rare consensus was reached.

"So, how should the Sect assist An Jing?"

Someone asked, and Chenyinzi, who had already thought this through, answered, "Name and reality."

"Utilize the Sect’s connections to spread the word in Da Chen territory that An Jing has slain three Grandmasters... It establishes firmly that An Jing is a person of our Bright Mirror Sect, enhancing our Sect’s prestige, and also lets An Jing’s mother know that her son is searching for her!"

"This also carries risks."

Peak Master of Round Fabric Peak reflected, "If the Demon Sect and other Sects intend to abduct An Jing’s mother..."

"Just let An Jing and Madam An know." Chenyinzi slightly shook his head. "There must be an agreement between An Jing and his mother, otherwise he wouldn’t have directly rushed over there. They certainly have a predetermined place to meet later; as long as they know, they naturally will not publicize it but meet privately."

"Furthermore, while our Sect’s martial artists cannot enter that territory, it wasn’t said that our Sect’s ordinary people can’t."

At this, Chenyinzi smiled, "Mobilize the Sect’s commercial forces, connect with An Jing, provide him with resources and treatment equivalent to a true transmission level, and enable him to enhance his strength more quickly!"

"Give him both name and reality. For a promising youth like An Jing, this is enough; more would be a hindrance."

"He is a Divine Mandate. We do not need to overly interfere or entangle him in causality... Trust in him."

As the Peak Masters have not seen a naturally born Divine Mandate in tens of thousands of years, they did not know how to react.

Since Chenyinzi, as An Jing’s master, had spoken, they would follow his words.

Soon, many branches and commercial bodies of the Bright Mirror Sect within Da Chen territory sprang into action.

Especially the story-tellers in the Northern Border region promptly received a sum of money and commission.

In just half a month, the story of An Jing, a true transmission disciple of Bright Mirror Sect who furiously slew three Grandmasters, had spread throughout the entire Northern Border.

Some time later.

In the Northern Border of Da Chen.

Hanhai Dao, Mist State, Beirui City.

Mist State had numerous lakes and rivers, with a mild climate and plenty of rainfall. Except during the peak of summer, the area was shrouded in dense fog. Beirui City, even more so, with its thousands of crisscrossing rivers, required the residents to travel by boat, other than crossing bridges.

Both humans and fairies living in this region possessed the Aura of Water Spirit; even the constantly flowing rivers, rarely touched by sunlight throughout the year, fostered a hint of yin energy. This could nourish the body and soul, and prolong life.

However, this yin energy, if contacted too frequently by ordinary people, would instead erode their souls, disturbing their spirits, causing anxiety, and although their bodies grew healthier, their spirits weakened.

If one wanted to cultivate health, unless resorting to cultivating mental methods, they had to build tall pavilions to rise above the fog, and make contact with sunlight daily. But how many with the mental methods could afford to build such towers? Most ordinary people were trapped in the fog, only able to recite scriptures day and night. By evening, the entire Beirui City would echo with the sound of these readings.

On the outskirts of Beirui City, an ’Old Lady’ was washing clothes by the riverbank, a task that only the elderly could manage due to its constant water contact; younger people might find themselves unable to sleep at night from the overwhelming replenishment. Of course, martial artists would be unaffected, but which martial artist would wash their own clothes?

After washing the clothes, the Old Lady delivered them to an inn in the suburbs; these were the garments guests at the inn changed out of. Paid daily for her laundry services, covering both room and board, she lacked nothing, and could even save up some Silver Wealth.

In the inn’s main hall, a storyteller spoke vividly and animatedly. The Old Lady glanced at him, finding it rather curious. Why would the storyteller not perform in a more lucrative venue, but come to their small suburban inn instead? The guests here were all stingy; how could he earn any tip money? He must be returning home to a cold wind.

She had planned to collect her money, return to her room, and continue with her meditation to cultivate Inner Breath—her strength was still far too weak. If she wanted to make it on her own in the Northern Border, she at least needed a cultivation level of Inner Breath as Vast as River.

Given her talent and age, without external aid, advancing her Inner Breath to a tidal level was extremely difficult, but reaching a river level was still possible with focused cultivation.

In the past, she had never truly settled her mind. Only after her family was destroyed and she scattered, arriving here alone, had she truly found tranquility; left only with herself, and only cultivation.

"Save up more money, buy some herbs to concoct the ’Fortifying Blood Powder’ from the Martial Scripture. Along with my recent period of cultivation, I might be able to break through to Inner Breath as Vast as River."

This was the typical difficulty of martial artists’ cultivation—without resources or time. If not for the Old Lady pawning many of her personal jewels, even tokens, she wouldn’t have afforded these precious herbs.

But just as she took her money and was about to head to the small hut behind the inn, she heard the storyteller mention a name.

[An Jing]

The Old Lady stopped in her tracks, listening intently.

The more she listened, thinking it might just be someone with the same name, the more shocked and incredulous she became.

An Family of Gufeng County in the Northern Border, sold to the Demon Sect by his mother, defected killing a Grandmaster...

She froze on the spot for a moment, then tears welled up in her eyes, and the praises and tales of divine feats that followed faded into obscurity.

"My son... is it my son?"

The Old Lady looked around.

A whole squad of Heaven’s Will Demon Sect martial artists, disguised as passersby, drinkers, scholars, and attendants, surrounded the Old Lady on all sides. Even the inn had been purchased by them long ago, now temporarily managed by someone on their behalf.

"It’s about time she heard it; our expense to hire a storyteller wasn’t wasted,"

said the team leader as he noticed the Old Lady’s dazed expression. If it were an ordinary person, they would see nothing unusual, just an old lady enjoying a story.

But they took a deep breath, "Quick, inform the Goddess—there’s been a development!"

Shortly after, they reached the inn’s top floor, where the team leader respectfully activated the Water Mirror and reported back.

"Madam An, Shen Mubai, has been informed that An Jing has arrived in the Northern Border. Goddess, how shall we proceed? Please instruct!"

After a while, a serene and tranquil voice spoke from behind the Water Mirror.

[Keep her safe, if she wishes to go find him, secretly escort her]

The serene female voice continued from behind the Water Mirror, [Don’t reveal yourselves; we’re going to help An Jing find her]

[That way, we can also locate An Jing]