Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 342 - 244: Luofeng Slope

Sumeru Mountain, Little Leiyin Temple.

Zhao Yi stood with a branch in hand, on the ruins of the former Little Leiyin Temple, a look of lament on his face.

"The Buddhist Sect harbors filth; that this Buddhist sanctuary was destroyed by the Tribulation Thunder can be seen as karmic justice, inevitable retribution!"

"Isn’t that right?"

Zhao Yi’s words were questioned by the Divine Thought of the Sage of Time: "There are countless wandering spirits on this mountain. Even some battlefields in the Spirit Realm don’t have such a heavy aura of resentment from the undead. There must have been a merciless massacre here, and those who died felt wronged, which is why so many spirits linger."

Hmm?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow. He changed the topic: "What spirits are you talking about? Ghosts? If there really are ghosts in this world, you undead mages could take a side job catching them?"

"Ghosts?" The Sage of Time was momentarily stunned, then realized, "You must mean those wandering spirits, right?"

"Capturing wandering spirits is a foundational skill for every undead. It’s part of our core training."

"Spirits are the best servants for an undead mage and also the best scouts, capable of quietly obtaining the information we need."

Ghosts gathering intelligence?

Zhao Yi mused for a moment, finding this idea quite ingenious.

Ghosts are shapeless and formless; you wouldn’t even notice them standing right in front of you, and they can pass through walls, making them even more useful than radar.

Zhao Yi looked at the branch in his hand, a realization dawning in his eyes: "Now I understand why others are so wary of you undead mages."

If it were Zhao Yi, he might not notice if there was a spirit hidden beside him.

To prevent this, Zhao Yi leaned towards eliminating undead mages.

However, this situation only applied to Zhao Yi.

Ordinary cultivators who had reached the sixth stage of the Divine Soul realm could project their Divine Soul.

If they encountered an evil spirit, they could obliterate it with a single strike, making its soul fly apart.

"You’re definitely sensing it wrong; those monks were all struck dead by Tribulation Thunder. How could that be unjust?"

Zhao Yi finished speaking and turned to fly towards the entrance of the Buddhist Secret Realm: "It’s getting late; let’s attend to the main task."

The Sage of Time was wise beyond her years.

Seeing Zhao Yi unwilling to discuss the spirits, she immediately pretended nothing had happened.

Arriving at the entrance of the Buddhist Secret Realm, Zhao Yi took out a Bodhi Seed and tossed it inside.

This was the last of the two Bodhi Seeds given to Zhao Yi by Hui Yan.

Hui Yan might have been killed by a Witch Demon, and even if he wasn’t dead, he wouldn’t have any left in his possession.

The only one who might still have any was the abbot of Little Leiyin Temple.

That old monk named Hui Lun is extremely cunning.

When Zhao Yi brought Miaoyin into Little Leiyin Temple, the moment they reached the Great Hero Hall, the old monk sensed something was wrong and slipped into the Buddhist Secret Realm.

The entry patterns of the Buddhist Secret Realm differ from person to person.

Zhao Yi later entered the Buddhist Secret Realm twice and always ended up at the Pixiu Divine Hall, but Hui Lun obviously went somewhere different.

If he couldn’t catch Hui Lun this time, Zhao Yi wouldn’t be able to enter this Secret Realm for a while.

Zhao Yi looked at the Bodhi Tree next to the Secret Realm.

He had noticed the extraordinary nature of this Bodhi Tree on his previous visit.

Last time, when the male protagonist faced his Celestial Tribulation, the Tribulation Thunder’s power even sheared off half the peak of Sumeru Mountain, and all the monks perished. Yet, this tree remained unscathed.

Zhao Yi speculated that this Bodhi Tree might not belong to Sumeru Mountain but was instead a natural companion of the Buddhist Secret Realm.

Similar to the relationship Zhao Yi had with the Little World.

Zhao Yi could transfer injuries to the Little World, and the Bodhi Tree was likely the same.

"Luckily, the Bodhi Tree has borne quite a few fruits this year, or else we’d be unable to return to this place in the future!"

Having said that, Zhao Yi stepped into the Secret Realm.

Upon entering the Secret Realm, Zhao Yi didn’t pause and, with a swift move, appeared before a Treasure Tower.

As expected, the male protagonist was there.

The male protagonist stood before the tower door, frowning at the carved reliefs on the tower wall, seemingly stumped by some difficult problem.

Upon hearing footsteps behind him, the male protagonist immediately turned around. Seeing Zhao Yi, his expression grew even more complex.

"What’s with that expression?"

Seeing the male protagonist looking as if he’d just been to a funeral, Zhao Yi rolled his eyes in exasperation.

His gaze swept around the male protagonist, not seeing Su Qianqian, and he asked in confusion: "Where’s your sweetheart?"

As he spoke, Zhao Yi waved the branch casually, adding, "I brought her old friend along; she’s a super benefactor—good times are ahead for her!"

The male protagonist had long grown weary of correcting Zhao Yi’s words.

He had said many times before that he had nothing to do with Su Qianqian.

But Zhao Yi never believed him.

After explaining numerous times, the male protagonist finally understood.

One can never wake a person pretending to be asleep.

Just as he could never clarify his relationship with Su Qianqian.

Not because they really had a relationship.

But because Zhao Yi pretended not to understand.

The male protagonist sighed inwardly.

He’d always thought Zhao Yi was a decent person.

Even if unintentionally, Zhao Yi had helped him many times in fact.

If it weren’t for that woman Su Qianqian, the male protagonist felt that even if they couldn’t be friends, they wouldn’t have to be enemies like now.

After all, they shared a blood relation.

Soon, the male protagonist snapped back to reality, glanced at the branch in Zhao Yi’s hand, and said expressionlessly: "Donor Su mentioned there are many wandering spirits on Sumeru Mountain; she found them useful, so she went up the mountain to catch some."

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Yi solemnly: "Crown Prince, I have a word of advice; please remember it well."

Zhao Yi froze for a moment, nodding slightly: "Let’s hear it!"

The male protagonist said: "When encountering mountains, stop; when encountering water, turn back!"

Hmm?

Zhao Yi looked puzzled: "What does that mean?"

The male protagonist shook his head: "I don’t know either."

He hesitated a moment, explaining: "I once briefly glimpsed the River of Time with the help of the Sage of Time and inadvertently saw you, Crown Prince, in a scene from the River of Time. The picture seemed like a disastrous calamity, but the details weren’t clear. All I saw was a scene surrounded by mountains and water."

"Really?" Zhao Yi’s expression grew solemn.

Then he frowned again: "It’s not that I don’t believe you; it’s just that scenes surrounded by mountains and water are too common in Great Xia. I can’t possibly stay in Shengjing City all the time, can I?"

The male protagonist had obviously thought of this logic too, which is why he shared that eight-character aphorism with Zhao Yi.

If he could determine where in the River of Time the mountains and water were located, he would have directly pointed it out.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist reminded: "Crown Prince, just be more cautious! According to what I’ve seen, that scene should occur in the near future. As long as the Crown Prince avoids it temporarily, it will be okay! My words are done; this monk takes his leave."

Having said that, the male protagonist stepped into the Treasure Tower.

Zhao Yi stood in the spot the male protagonist had just occupied, looked at the carvings on the wall for a while, and then also stepped into the Treasure Tower.

In the next instant, Zhao Yi found himself in a new setting.

Before his eyes could adjust to the change in light, the sense of pervasive moisture made it clear he wasn’t in the Pixiu Divine Hall anymore.

Soon, Zhao Yi opened his eyes.

At the first sight, his expression became quite interesting.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhao Yi didn’t know whether to commend the male protagonist’s prescience or curse his crow’s mouth for being accurate!

"Nestled against the mountain, surrounded by water."

Zhao Yi’s expression grew serious: "Looks like this is indeed my Luofeng Slope!"

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