Chapter 103 – Spiritwood Grove (I)

Chapter 103

Spiritwood Grove (I)

To catch you up really quickly, the appearances they chose to take up on are rather… well, I don’t want to say predictable, but they’re predictable.

Dai Xiu elected to remove the baby fat she had in her face, somehow elongate herself two inches, ‘smush’ her rounded eyes into a slanted variant, dye her brown hair fully black, and give her eyes a peculiar red sheen.

Xi Zhao, too, seems to have grown up a couple of inches; all of his ‘baby’ features are gone, too, replaced with a chiseled jaw and brows that did not belong with that childlike look in his eyes begging for praise.

Light, surprisingly, didn’t change all that much–she mostly just ‘normalized’ herself, as it were, turning the strange hair and eye pair into black and brown, accordingly. She rounded out her face slightly so that it’s not recognizable but hadn’t changed her body at all.

Long Tao… well, he kind of looked like a horse breeder, to be honest. Look, I’ve been around horse breeders enough times to recognize when someone’s business is breeding horses. And he looked like the guy breeding horses, trust me.

As for me?

Well, I mostly just made myself younger. Not necessarily in the ‘wrinkle’ department so much as in the hairdo and black-circles-under-the-eyes departments. I’d dyed my hair black, removed those wretched circles, aged myself down to look as though I was in my early thirties, and changed the bone structure of my face just enough that it made me seem a bit ‘sharper’.

Altogether, we looked like a strange yet ordinary band of travelers.

“Have you guys rested enough?” I asked, and they all nodded.

Thus, we continued the descent down the gentle slope and toward the plains. Our first destination was the town Elder Qin mentioned north of where we’d exit the mountains–which really meant just continuing in a straight direction as we emerged on the northern side of the mountain range.

I figured we’d stay there for a couple of days and see if there’s any news or rumors about the sect and such, alongside figuring out our mode of transport.

Walking was out of the question, and I’m not just saying that for me. It’s one thing to hike a couple of dozen miles, but I knew enough about this world to recognize the journey would be closer to a couple of thousand miles.

And ain’t nobody hiking that shit.

I actually already had something in mind–I wanted to disguise us as merchants. It’s a rather broad-strokes sort of cover that wouldn’t make us seem suspicious no matter how long we stay in one place. We can always peddle some of the ordinary herbs that we’ve got in spades between all our spatial treasures, and it’d make the journey more comfortable, as the kids could rest in the wagon while I could take in the sights from the coach.

Issue?

Though I knew a bit about horseback riding, I knew nothing about, uh, wagon driving? Whatever it’s called. And though I was tempted to hire a coach, it was only so for a moment.

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None of it would matter, however, if the town we were heading to was far too small so as to not even have horses for sale, let alone wagons. To the best of my knowledge, this small ‘closed-in’ partition they called Innominate Edge had two major cities–one was far up in the north, at the edge between two regions, called the Eternal City.

Lots of names with ‘Eternal’ and ‘Heavenly’ and ‘Spiritual’ in them, I recognized.

The other one was to the far south, south of the Fire Sun Sect even, but, regardless, neither really was within the scope of our destinations.

There are a lot of smaller towns and villages littering the terrain between the two edges, hundreds of them, but most aren’t even marked on the couple of maps that I managed to stash from the library. Including the one we were heading toward.