Infinite Comprehension by Taking In Disciples: Martial Uncle, Please Ascend! - C.87 - Central Galaxy Map_i

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Central Galaxy Map_i

Translator: 549690339

Li Cheng’s Spiritual Sense contained a range of mountains that extended for five thousand miles, composing a Tai Chi pattern!

Before him was a corner of the Yin Fish section!

After looking around, Li Cheng turned his attention to Feng Wanli and Qin Wuhun, “Didn’t you hear the sound of the guqin?”

At these words, Feng Wanli looked utterly perplexed, while Qin Wuhun changed color and exclaimed, “You can hear the sound of the guqin?”

“What’s wrong with you two? There’s clearly no guqin music, and Qin Wuhun, you speak as if Li Cheng really heard it,” said Feng Wanli with irritation.

The two ignored Feng Wanli. Li Cheng said, “Qin Taoist Friend, by your words, am I supposed to hear it or not?”

Qin Wuhun didn’t explain but pulled Li Cheng, flying towards Yin Ridge, “You’ll know soon!”

Feng Wanli hurriedly followed.

After flying out several hundred miles, the mountains ahead were covered with snow, and wisps of light mist floated between them, making for an extremely beautiful scene.

Before long, the three of them arrived at the heart of Yin Ridge.

There was a hundred-mile-wide lake, embedded like a mirror in the snow-covered wilderness.

On the lake, a small boat drifted with the waves, and at the bow, a white-robed woman with her face veiled by light gauze sat cross-legged, her slender fingers gently stroking a guqin.

“It’s her!” A trace of joy crossed Li Cheng’s eyes.

This woman was the same one he had seen in the shadows before!

Now with a gauze covering her face, she appeared even more ethereal and elegant.

Qin Wuhun took the lead and landed on the small boat.

Feng Wanli looked at the woman playing the guqin, full of doubt. She seemed to be playing, but there was no sound—curious!

Li Cheng, however, closed his eyes, intently listening to the guqin music that flowed like a gentle, extended stream.

After a good while, the piece ended, and Li Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

Feng Wanli seemed to think of something, “The four arts of qin, qi, shu, hua—I have never met anyone from the Guqin Sect. This lady, she must be Guqin Miss, right?”

Li Cheng thought so too, but since Feng Wanli had asked first, he just waited.

Qin Wuhun looked at Feng Wanli with astonishment, “Who told you that people from the Guqin Sect take Guqin as their surname?”

Feng Wanli was puzzled, and so was Li Cheng. All the other sects did this, so was the Guqin Sect different?

The woman stood up, her bright and clear eyes brimming with light, a gentle and tender smile appearing at her lips as if it could blossom like a transient flower in this world, melting away the icy snow, “Master Li, we meet again!”

Met before?

That was but a shadow she left behind; she knew of the meeting with her shadow?

Li Cheng clasped his hands in greeting and smiled, “May I know your name?”

“Confucian Sect, Yun Fuxue.” Her voice was like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

Feng Wanli coughed awkwardly and looked around, “Ah, the scenery here is really nice!”

How embarrassing, he had just called her Miss Guqin when in fact, her surname was Yun.

“Zhongnan Yin Ridage has nice scenery, snow floats up to the clouds. It’s a pleasure, Miss Yun!” Li Cheng again clasped his hands in greeting.

Qin Wuhun secretly raised his eyebrows, noticing that Li Cheng had cleverly included Yun Fuxue’s name in the verse.

Yun Fuxue also caught on, and a trace of surprise flashed through her bright, clear eyes.

“Miss Yun’s guqin music doesn’t seem to be heard by everyone, what’s the reason for this?” Li Cheng quickly changed the subject.

Qin Wuhun rushed to change the subject as well, “Let’s not talk about that now. Taoist Friend Li, Taoist Friend Feng, weren’t we going to investigate this place? Let’s get started!”

Feng Wanli nodded, “Right, let’s use our time wisely. Follow me!”

With a single press of his hand, Feng Wanli caused the lake to part on its own, revealing a passage to the bottom of the lake.

The four of them flew to the end of the passage, only to see a flickering white light at the bottom of the lake, the source of which was a hundred-meter-tall white jade gate!

Above the gate, there indeed was a countdown: 69!

“Typical Immortal Mansions would have a name plaque above the door as a symbol of the owner’s identity. This one doesn’t have it, so it’s impossible to know its origin,” Feng Wanli said.

As he spoke, Feng Wanli turned his gaze toward Qin Wuhun and Yun Fuxue.

Qin Wuhun said, “I have previously used a chess piece to investigate, and the Zhongnan Yin-Yang Ridage is indeed the guardianship Formation of this Immortal Mansion. Let alone us, mere Heavenly Immortals at Complete stage, even True Immortals and Golden Immortals wouldn’t have the power to forcibly break through.”

A smile blossomed on Yun Fuxue’s exquisitely beautiful face. “The Yin fish concealed an entrance; it’s likely there’s also something within the Yang fish. After we’ve seen it, we might be able to guess the origin of this Immortal Mansion.”

“Makes sense, let’s go take a look first!”

Soon, the four arrived at the location of the Yang fish, where they were met with a lake as well.

At the bottom of the lake, they quickly found a similar gate, with the same countdown: 69!

“There’s no discernible difference. Is there a way to open it in advance? Otherwise, if we wait for it to open on its own, the natural phenomena it triggers will surely attract many old monsters, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to control the situation then,” Feng Wanli said.

“We can try!” Qin Wuhun said, looking towards Yun Fuxue.

Yun Fuxue nodded, a solemn expression surfacing on her flawless, jade-like face, “First, let’s mask the heavens’ secrets!”

As soon as her words fell, a scroll appeared in Yun Fuxue’s hands. With her Immortal Yuan infused into the scroll, it came to life, unfolding rapidly!

The scroll depicted a vast galaxy.

“This is the Central Galaxy Map, which together with the Four-sided Lamp Fire Map forms a pair. The Ancestor of the Painting Sect painted them simultaneously with both hands,” Qin Wuhun explained.

“Sadly, the Four-sided Lamp Fire Map has been missing for over a hundred thousand years,” Qin Wuhun added with regret.

The myriad stars on the scroll suddenly enlarged, expanding rapidly as if projected, covering a radius of ten thousand li.

“Four-sided Lamp Fire Map surrounding the towns, a Milky Way in the Middle of the Water?” Li Cheng looked doubtfully at Qin Wuhun.

Qin Wuhun, even more puzzled, laughed and said, “Taoist Friend Li, casually incorporating both sacred maps into a poem, I’m impressed! It’s truly a loss for our Confucianism Path that you’re not a part of it!”

No, what Li Cheng wanted to ask was whether these two paintings were based on this poem.

But obviously, that was not easy to explain.

And judging by the looks of Qin Wuhun and the other two, it was clear they had never heard it.

“Actually, I am very curious about the Confucianism Path. I’ll definitely seek guidance from the two of you when I have time,” Li Cheng said with a light cough.

While busy activating the Central Galaxy Map, Yun Fuxue just gave Li Cheng a nod with a smile. Qin Wuhun, on the other hand, was delighted.

Before long, the myriad stars covering ten thousand li seemed to merge into the world around them, ceasing to look out of the ordinary. Yun Fuxue then breathed a sigh of relief and said, “We can begin now!”

Feng Wanli looked at Li Cheng, “If they manage to unlock the celestial prohibitions on the gate, we might face danger. We both need to be on our guard and ensure their safety!”

Li Cheng understood; they had brought him here for this reason!

Was this guy unable to find any other Immortals?

Seeming to read Li Cheng’s thoughts, Feng Wanli sent a telepathic message, “Your combat strength is probably comparable to a late-stage True Immortal. We can rest easy with you here!”

“That’s just you comforting yourself. If there’s real danger, I can’t be bothered to care about you!” Li Cheng replied irritably.

Feng Wanli gave a sheepish laugh, a trace of anxiety flickered in his eyes. Could it be?

“Qin elder, the chess piece,” Yun Fuxue said.

“Alright, Saintess,” Qin Wuhun promptly made the white chess piece float towards Yun Fuxue.

Saintess?

Li Cheng and Feng Wanli exchanged glances.

The white chess piece drifted to Yun Fuxue, who also produced a piece in her hand, but it was black.

A black and a white chess piece floated above Yun Fuxue’s palms, their energies interconnecting and rapidly spreading outwards..

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