Chapter 43 The Famed Provincial Governor's Estate

"Not troublesome?" Hearing the key word "not troublesome" from the saber, Zhao Yu's eyes lit up.

He immediately hurried over to where the saber was and pulled out the book the saber had nudged aside.

"Oblivion's Return"

Opening it, he read that practicing this method required a once-in-a-billion peerless and unmatched talent. Once mastered, it could summon the power of the abyss to devour everything.

Zhao Yu flipped through the core pages and found that this divine art did not require nurturing like the evil technique, nor did it require hunting for some kind of heart-fire like the karmic flame.

It only required the spiritual power within the body to circulate through certain meridians, combined with a few hand seals.

The only restriction was the necessity of exceptionally strong and peerless talent.

And Zhao Yu figured that since he had directly skipped the Qi refining and Foundation Establishment stages right at the start of his cultivation and directly become a Golden Core master... his talent must definitely meet the requirement.

Involuntarily, Zhao Yu patted the blade of the saber: "Saber, well done. Now I'm going to look at this meridian chart, and you help me find a divine art that can grow wings."

Without wings, one cannot fly. This was common sense.

Just like the saber—if it didn't grow hands and feet, it wouldn't be able to move.

Watching Zhao Yu begin to carefully read "Oblivion's Return", the saber stared blankly at the study: "Grow wings..."

It felt something was wrong. According to its understanding and knowledge, reaching the Golden Core realm meant that riding the wind was a natural instinct. Why on earth could Zhao Yu never manage to fly?

Forget it, forget it. It was just a saber; since it couldn't figure it out, it wouldn't think about it anymore.

Exerting a little force to make its newly grown feet longer, it very attentively began helping Zhao Yu search for secret manuals that could grow wings.

......

Outside the Million-Mile Yin Mountains

Biyun Prefecture

Prefecture Lord's Mansion

A room hung all over with wooden tablets.

Wooden tablets hung suspended in mid-air by red threads.

As one could see, most of the wooden tablets had already cracked.

A man dressed as a scholar looked at the numerous shattered wooden tablets, his eyes icy: "So many people died over such a trivial matter. Trash."

He was the master of Biyun Prefecture, the Prefecture Lord, Wen Yan.

Many people behind Wen Yan lowered their heads in silence.

Wen Yan spoke coldly again: "Didn't Zeng Fan send a message back earlier? Speak, what happened."

"Lord Prefecture Lord, Zeng Fan sent back a message before his death: deep within the Yin Mountains, an extremely bizarre paper doll has appeared, which seemingly does not originate from the abyss."

Following these words, a gloomy-looking man stepped forward: "That paper doll is utterly bizarre. It even devoured Fang Hui's Astral God True Form, leaving Fang Hui unable to recondense it... Your subordinate suspects that the deaths of Lingxuzi and the other three wandering cultivators might also be related to that bizarre paper doll."

"A paper doll?" Wen Yan's expression turned intriguing.

He had thought it was some heaven-defying evil anomaly, or perhaps those pieces of trash had alarmed some peerless evil entity in the abyss. As it turned out, it was merely a paper doll?

The gloomy man and the others looked at each other, revealing bitter smiles without speaking. They didn't know the exact situation of that paper doll either, but judging from fragments of information, the bizarreness of that paper doll was evident.

Wen Yan, however, gazed at the wooden tablets for a moment before speaking coldly: "The plan is at a critical juncture. With so many people dead, it will be difficult to let the plan proceed... Continue sending people into the Yin Mountains!"

"Since Nascent Soul venerables won't do... tell the Deity Transformation true monarchs in the mansion to personally trouble themselves and make a trip to the Yin Mountains, led by a Deity Transformation true monarch who has condensed an Astral God True Form."

"To ensure nothing goes wrong, tell them to bring the statue of the God of Yanshui! Be ready to summon the descent of the God of Yanshui at any moment! No matter what ghost or monster it is, if anyone dares to block this prefecture lord's path, they must die!"

"Understood."

.......

The Million-Mile Yin Mountains

Zhao Yu's Study

Zhao Yu looked at the wings behind his back, full of disdain: "Why are my wings so ugly?"

The saber's lips moved, but it didn't make a sound.

The wings behind Zhao Yu were five-colored and glazed, dropping faint five-colored halos every time they flapped.

Just in terms of appearance, they couldn't possibly look better.

Zhao Yu spoke up again: "Saber, search again and see if there are any other kinds of wings."

The saber couldn't help chiming in: "Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu, aren't these wings pretty? I think they look quite nice."

"Actually..."

Hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yu nodded: "Actually, I also feel these wings look quite nice."

"Then why did you say they were ugly?" The saber was shocked.

"I want that kind of fleshy wings without feathers."

Pausing, Zhao Yu continued with great excitement: "The kind of wings that guy coming out of the black wind had that day... Let me tell you, based on my experience of reading pulp novels, wings like mine are definitely not the wings of proper cultivators! Those bleeding wings or large fleshy wings are the proper kind of wings!"

He was a man destined to become a proper cultivator; how could he possibly grow an improper pair of wings?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu hurriedly dismissed his wings and guiltily looked around... Fortunately, his wife, younger brother, and sister-in-law had not entered the study.

The saber felt utterly exhausted, and could only honestly and obediently continue searching around the room.

As for Zhao Yu, he strolled leisurely over to the desk and began... reading a pulp novel.

He had already mastered Oblivion's Return. Since the saber was helping him look for wings, he didn't need to tire himself out.

After an unknown period of time—

Zhao Yu, who was deeply engrossed in his pulp novel, noticed that the saber had suddenly crawled onto the table.

Zhao Yu couldn't care less about the excitement of the novel anymore, his eyes lighting up: "Did you find the wings I wanted?"

"No."

With that, the saber sounded helpless: "There isn't a single spell in the study that can grow wings matching your requirements."

"Then how am I supposed to grow proper wings?" Zhao Yu's expression changed instantly.

The saber shook its head continuously: "Unless you sink into demonic corruption, there's no hope."

"Then how do I sink into demonic corruption?" Zhao Yu breathed a huge sigh of relief.

As long as there was a way, it was fine.

Seeing Zhao Yu's full of anticipation, the saber was shocked.

Zhao Yu was displeased: "Why aren't you talking?"

"I don't know either." Violating its saber-heart, the saber shook its head very firmly.

Zhao Yu couldn't help showing disdain again: "I've already become a cultivator, yet you're still as useless as before. Little Blade, let me tell you, you need to make some progress..."

"I'm telling you, you've successfully angered me. I'm not speaking to you for at least half an hour!" Outraged, the saber angrily returned to Zhao Yu's waist and fell silent.

Zhao Yu curled his lips slightly and continued reading his novel.

When he had read almost enough—

"Lacking even basic common sense." Muttering a complaint, Zhao Yu closed the book and left the study.

Xiaowanzi was sitting in the courtyard, resting her head lazily on the table.

Seeing Zhao Yu, Xiaowanzi waved her hand listlessly: "Brother-in-law, I'm hungry..."

Looking at the sky... it was already the next day.

With a pang of heartache, Zhao Yu hurried to the kitchen: "I'll go cook."

He started the fire.

Then he opened the pot to take a look.

There wasn't much wolf meat left inside. By Zhao Yu's estimation, it might not even be enough for dinner tonight.

"Eating so fast... Fortunately, I'm a cultivator now. Not only can I catch rabbits, I can even catch wolves and tigers..."

Diligenly, Zhao Yu dragged out the half tiger as well.

Opening the water vat, just as he was about to pour water in, Zhao Yu discovered that the water in the vat was running low.