Chapter 243 – Legends and Myths (I)

Chapter 243

Legends and Myths (I)

Old man Gu returned around midway through the day after the disaster; in the meantime, Gu Hai snuck out and came over to us, sort of bringing us up to speed on what was happening.

By their accounts, there were, in total, around 2,000 casualties–including the attackers. Though most of the dead were ordinary citizens or low-level cultivators who got caught up in the crossfire, there were also at least 20 dead that came from prominent forces–if not Holy Lands, then first-rate and second-rate sects.

As such, there were a lot of angry elders and representatives, and the local powers were putting out fires all night and morning long.

Nothing has really been ‘decided’ just yet, but the Lady forced the dismissal of the meeting as it had gone on for too long, promising to resume it later today.

Another tidbit emerged: there was a widespread pursuit for the particular masked children that seemed to vanish after the attack was over, leaving no traces of themselves.

That’s not to say that there weren’t any traces–I’m pretty sure Gu Hai knew who they were, as did possibly a number of the sect’s disciples, which meant that it wouldn’t stay a secret for too long. I’m just hoping that they’ll focus on the fact that the kids helped save lives and not on their talents.

… yeah, right. Ha ha ha. I actually made myself laugh a bit.

We were just about to eat breakfast when a disciple came to inform me Old Gu was looking for me; knowing it was coming, I just got up and left, though I didn’t head to the Greeting Hall as before but rather to the back end of the sect that was under the protection of a dozen or so arrays, covered entirely in hazy, white mist.

The disciple simply pointed at a path and excused himself, and I had to walk the plank alone.

… alright, that’s an extreme dramatization of what turned out to be a rather brisk trail. The white mist pulled back to reveal a beautiful garden of flowers and herbs, and the scent, oh my God, it was beautiful. Like walking into a purposefully curated flower shop.

Shapes and colors emerged that I didn’t think were possible to exist among flora, with one in particular twisting my perception of it; it was a bud atop a rather ordinary, finger-thick stem that opened up into a twisting cacophony of spirals and wreaths that all rounded the open center where a gilded statue of a tiny little bee (or something bee-like, at least) resided.

I didn’t meander for long, as the small wooden cottage immediately came into view, with the smoke blowing out the chimney giving off rather picturesque vibes.

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Going in, the doors creaked slightly as a room that was straight-up out of the ‘vintage-cottage catalogue’ came into view–hunter trophies hanging on the walls, a fireplace full of glowing embers, cupboards lining the walls, sofas with animal skin covering, and a literal bear rug right beneath my feet…

Honestly, I could have probably flipped this exact place for like a mil or two back on Earth, provided I installed some sort of plumbing.

“I hope I haven’t disturbed you, Master Lu.” It’s kind of funny, honestly, how our ‘relationship’ evolved; the first time we met, he treated me like a curious little Junior. Then when I helped him ‘figure out new ways to do alchemy’, he promoted me to a nominal equal. And now?