Chapter 4174: Luo Jing (Part 3)

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“Six Paths.”

At these words, Xu Xiaoshou felt finished in his heart.

Probably no one else needed to ask—the answer was most likely the same as Aunt Xiang’s: For being among the Ten High Nobles, why couldn’t you, Xiang Yaoyao, transcend with a single answer?

“What’s wrong?” Aunt Xiang saw Xu Xiaoshou’s face full of worry and went over to tug his face, “You’re on edge, huh? Want Auntie to introduce you to someone…”

“Who is Luo Jing?” Xu Xiaoshou interrupted her.

Aunt Xiang was taken aback. Seeing Xu Xiaoshou’s extreme seriousness, she realized the significance of the matter, and after pondering for a while, she said:

“I seem to have heard it… Hmm, The Divine mentioned this name, but the third seat of the Saint Servants was The Divine, not me. I didn’t attend their final feast back then.”

“Final feast?” Xu Xiaoshou’s mind stirred.

“Yes!” Aunt Xiang’s thought process was just as sharp and to the point: “If you want to find the ‘Unknown,’ Auntie can only tell you, the Nine Thrones of Saint Servants generally didn’t gather, but before they completely went their separate ways back then, they did come together for one last meal—a meal so serious even The Divine didn’t bring me!”

“Meal?”

“Farewell, unpredictable gatherings and dispersals, after all the journeys, peace along the way,” Aunt Xiang nodded gently, “These were the words said by Bazhun’an when the dinner ended back then and are the secret phrases they’d use later to prove their identities.”

…

“Farewell…”

At Cross Corner Street, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly spoke up.

Dao Qiongcang was confused: “What farewell?”

Great!

Game over!

Xu Xiaoshou knew that Bazhun’an could avoid the guidance of the Ancestral God, so these words meant to prove identity must also be imbued with some power.

At that moment, Dao Qiongcang snorted a laugh: “Oh, you want to say this, huh, so out of the blue with one word, who knows what you’re trying to ask…”

After muttering, he straightened up seriously, pressed his hand to his chest, and exclaimed passionately:

“Farewell, unpredictable gatherings and dispersals!”

“After all the journeys, peace along the way!”

Cros Corner Street fell silent, with only the low mewling of a cat remaining.

Xu Xiaoshou stared intently at Dao Qiongcang, as if trying to see through to his true identity beneath the mask.

Dao Qiongcang met his gaze fearlessly, upright and unafraid of any dark shadows, doing nothing wicked and not fearing Xu’s knocks.

Finally, the figure of the man changed, his regal robe turning into white cloth, and his face shifting from Dao Qiongcang to Bazhun’an, nodding slightly before turning to leave Xu Xiaoshou with a back view:

“Disperse.”

It was as if he truly had sat at that final feast back then, witnessing Bazhun’an speak his last words and be the first to leave before the ten or so members of the Nine Thrones of Saint Servants parted ways.

——I refuse to believe in this evil!

Xu Xiaoshou slipped his consciousness to find the storyteller, swiftly appeared face to face, and in the first step tested the storyteller for any scent of urine.

Since Dao Qiongcang’s confessions post-Great God Descending Technique, he had indeed not dared to tamper with the Saint Servants’ bodies, with all brands long removed.

He was naturally afraid of Xu Xiaoshou settling accounts in the future, and of course, feared Bazhun’an’s revenge, this much he grasped clearly.

As for the storyteller Ning Honghong, who was this?

Regarding cultivation level, combat strength, or the ranking within the Nine Thrones of Saint Servants, the storyteller now was not critical.

But he still had another identity!

He was Bazhun’an’s sworn brother, and about everything related to the “Final Feast,” others might be vague, but the storyteller certainly knew the ins and outs of it all!

“Time is tight, the mission is heavy, senior storyteller, I must offend you a little, without asking, I want to directly soul search.” Xu Xiaoshou spoke succinctly.

This was just too brazen… The storyteller paused, not expecting such directness, yet covered his mouth and giggled softly:

“Come then, if it were someone else, this person naturally wouldn’t allow it, but if it’s you saying it, feel free to offend this person~”

My apologies!

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t have time to wrangle with the storyteller, soul reading commenced, skipping over large past memories.

Before long, he accurately found the specific scene of the final feast, yet still needed to break through a sword cognition enchantment left by Bazhun’an, verify identity, and only then did he see the scene.

“Great, with the power left by Bazhun’an, the authenticity is ensured…”

It was a quaint room, with dim yellow dusk light streaming in from outside, casting over the sable rug on the floor, an air of parting melancholy had long permeated.

The long red mahogany table in the center was laden with a dozen or so exquisite dishes, yet no one reached out to eat, as on both sides of the table, there sat figures both familiar and unfamiliar.

Facing north, the high master seat, where someone in white held a gourd cup high, was clearly Bazhun’an himself, engrossed in deep conversation.

On his left, the second-in-command, Sang Qiye, revealed his true face, with a straw hat placed on the table.

Facing Elder Sang, drinking heartily, broad and open, muscles taut, the third-in-command The Divine sat lofty, a head taller than others even when seated.

The second and third-in-command sat face to face, arranged further down distinctly in order, evidently in this final feast, no one dared act out of line.

Xu Xiaoshou continued to watch down the line, noting the fourth seat Cen Qiaofu, with a small Pan Xian Ax also laid on the table, the fifth seat Water Ghost, masked with a golden beast face, all were acquaintances.

Under Water Ghost, sat the seventh seat, the storyteller, dressed in a red long skirt, covering her face, clearly sobbing uncontrollably.

On the other eye-catching side, not the sixth seat but a pair of twin women, one in black and one in white, extremely beautiful yet sobbing quietly, evidently the eighth seat, the governing heads of the Southern Region’s Flower Pavilion Black and White Yezi.

Next to the storyteller, on the right hand side, sat Haitang’er, whom he had met once in the White Cave, clearly the ninth seat, her identity unmistakable.

Xu Xiaoshou’s main focus, however, was the sixth seat directly opposite the storyteller!

He was backlit by the window, arms folded, the sunset shooting out from behind him, obscure as his face remained, especially with the storyteller’s weeping and not stealing a glance at him.

Xu Xiaoshou’s thought path turned, choosing to jump out to observe.

He practically enlarged and scrolled through the storyteller’s memory, trying to catch a glimpse of the sixth seat’s full face from momentary flashes, scrutinizing each frame.

The sixth seat of the Saint Servants was not Dao Qiongcang!

The man’s face was long and fair, his nose high, slightly lowered head, eyelids low, his right hand pinching his chin, appearing to ponder some matter.

Bazhun’an at the leading position spoke eloquently, the storyteller’s memory flowed down steadily.

Xu Xiaoshou called out several times, Bazhun’an did not respond.

This proved that even with Bazhun’an holding an Ancestral God’s rank, unable to intervene in the memories of people within the Shengshen Continent.

Even the Return to Zero Ancestral God couldn’t do it, while the prohibitions and powers left by the Zero Ancestral God remained, only with mastery over sword cognition was one allowed through.

The sixth Saint Servant seat shielded by these prohibitions, Luo Jing, must be a real person, irreplaceable.

What he was seeing now was the truth!

But Dao Qiongcang with the sixth seat token in hand ended up as follows - “a cat replaces a prince,” took Luo Jing’s identity, altered memories of Xiao Kongtong, Aunt Xiang, and others!

“Phew…”

Xu Xiaoshou exhaled deeply, having made up his mind.

Yet just as he was about to leave the storyteller’s memory scene, that brooding sixth seat, Luo Jing, let out a silent sigh.

He transcended the fixed scenes in the past memory of the storyteller, raised his head, and looked toward the “omniscient view” mind reading this memory!

Xu Xiaoshou’s heart nearly stopped!

The final feast was still underway in an orderly manner, following historical processes, stepping down as planned…

In the memory, Luo Jing looked over!

Just like at the time of crossing the river of time, returning to the Divine Relics, under Evil Divine Cursed Yin’s watchful eye, obliterating reverse inheritance, in the Life Forbidden Zone, the onlooker Dao Qiongcang had that “clarity” in his eyes.

Also similar to when reading Hua Changdeng’s remnant soul, in his past memory beneath the Purple Bamboo Forest, encountering the childhood Rao Yaoyao, Yue Gongli, and others, where the small stone man Dao Qiongcang lifted his eyes, sighed a “sun is too glaring” seeing with intention.

Their eyes met!

In that instant, Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils dilated, as if witnessing something indescribable.

Contrary to previous times, in memory spaces where Dao Qiongcang dodged and concealed, this time Luo Jing held nothing back, in front of all at the final feast, ignoring the high-talking Bazhun’an at the main seat, shoved the chair back, stood up, extending his hands upward towards the “empty sky,” showed resignation:

“It really is me, my dear Xu!”

“Luo Jing, that is Dao Qiongcang, I truly have no reason to deceive you!”