CHAPTER 258: 175. PLEASE LEND ME A PEN TO SIGN SOMETHING TODAY_3

Lei Jun looked at the Sheltering Spirit Veil, then at the distant Dragon Tiger Mountain, and fell silent, deep in thought.

With this treasure and the Breathing Soil Banner in hand, Lei Jun’s means for warding off danger and keeping himself alive could be considered quite adept.

With preparations already made in advance, not even a single Upper Three Heavens expert could necessarily threaten him.

Under the ambush of the Upper Three Heavens Elder from Sacred Land, Golden City Stronghold, part of the Southern Witchcraft Ghost Tao Lineage, Li Kong and the others were killed or grievously wounded.

But different people had different fates.

The lot that the light orb drew for Lei Jun was merely a perfectly neutral lot with both fortune and misfortune—a limited-danger, neutral lot.

The reason lay precisely therein.

It was just a pity that the Sheltering Spirit Veil was a consumable, usable only once.

Lei Jun wondered how best to make use of this single chance.

*For the first time since transmigrating to this world, Lei Jun hoped the light orb would give him the worst lot—just for today.*

Of course, it wasn’t that he intended to take that path himself.

Rather, on this special day, Master Lei wished to help someone else on their journey, to give them a push onto the path and walk them partway.

The other party was not ordinary either, making it no easy task to send them off.

"If you try to cultivate a flower, it won’t bloom, but if you stick a willow branch in the ground without care, it’ll grow lush,"

Lei Jun raised an eyebrow, "Same as always, let things happen as they may, go with the flow, let’s see where fate takes everyone."

He descended the mountain, concealed his whereabouts, moved quietly, and slowly drew closer to Dragon Tiger Mountain.

All the while, he remained vigilant of his surroundings, and kept constant watch on the location of the light orb in his mind.

*Was it lucky or unlucky? Hard to say.*

When Lei Jun arrived at the area beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain, by Golden Palace Creek, and began to move upstream, the light orb in his mind suddenly started to flash, revealing words:

[Disaster arises from within, catastrophe from division, inside and out a killing trap, misfortune turns to fortune.]

Sure enough, he was given three lots:

[Moderately good lot. Pass the Golden Palace Creek crossing, head toward Dragon Tiger Mountain, and you may gain a Fourth-Rank Opportunity. Minor risk—proceed with caution. There will be no lingering trouble. Auspicious.]

[Perfectly neutral lot. Move downstream along Golden Palace Creek, remain concealed and act low-key. No extra gain, and no loss either. Neutral.]

[Perfectly neutral lot. Move upstream against the current of Golden Palace Creek, and there is a chance to obtain a Sixth-Rank Opportunity, but you may encounter danger—act with caution. Neutral.]

Normally speaking, one moderately good and two perfectly neutral lots didn’t count as bad.

But for Lei Jun’s current needs, it wasn’t the kind of lot he was hoping for.

*Alright, maybe I was being greedy...* Lei Jun shook his head and let out a self-mocking laugh.

A Fourth-Rank Opportunity was already quite significant.

Since fate offered it, it shouldn’t be missed.

However...

Disaster arising from within, catastrophe by division, a killing trap both inside and out.

Lei Jun already had a rough guess in his heart.

It was either tied to the Li Clan, or to the Yellow Sky Sect.

His master, Yuan Mobai, had at last revealed his true strength atop Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Because of that, his disciple—Taoist Lei—could no longer play nice with the Li Clan either.

Was the other side already looking for him, too?

Lei Jun kept his cool. His figure drifted like the night wind, quietly passing the Golden Palace Creek crossing and crossing the mountain stream toward Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The mountain entrance was now covered by a massive altar.

Lei Jun didn’t rush. He searched the forest for a while.

His ears twitched—suddenly, he felt someone approaching.

With the aid of the Breathing Soil Banner, Lei Jun concealed his figure carefully.

Moments later, sure enough, someone drew near.

The arrivals also made every effort to hide themselves.

If Lei Jun wasn’t an expert in this field, he might have been fooled.

"This is the agreed-upon spot." A group of several people halted in the area.

They checked their surroundings cautiously, but their measures weren’t enough to see past the Breathing Soil Banner’s concealment over Lei Jun.

In turn, Lei Jun paid close attention to the group.

Judging by their clothing, they revealed no clues.

Watching their mannerisms, though, they struck him as Confucian cultivators.

As for faces...

*Lei Jun suddenly sensed something, noticing two of them looked familiar.*

He hadn’t seen them in person before, only in portraits.

Seemed they were members of the Jinzhou Ye Clan.

He overheard someone in the crowd mutter under their breath, "Seventh uncle, we don’t have enough people with us for this trip."

The middle-aged man at his side, who Lei Jun found familiar, answered, "The north has already moved, so the clan’s main focus needs to be there for now. That makes it all the more important that we choose our target with care."

Someone smirked, "With the Li Clan on our side, it shouldn’t be hard."

"Speaking of the Li Clan, seventh uncle, why does it seem like they’re about to cave in?"

The Ye Clan elder said, "This time they’ll have to rely on themselves—it all depends on whether they can take the Altar of Wanfa Sect."

The Ye Clan youth said, "The Li Clan in recent years, honestly, has only gotten worse. Suddenly rich after years in poverty, totally lacking in style."

The Ye Clan elder replied, "Talking about this doesn’t get us anywhere. What matters is what we can get from all this.

We need to prepare for all possibilities, hedge our bets.

If the Li Clan really can’t hold Dragon Tiger Mountain and has to withdraw, we’ll need to make different arrangements."

Someone asked softly, "Seventh uncle, if all four of the Li Clan’s High Merit Masters pull out, that preserves their ability to fight back against the Celestial Master Mansion, but doesn’t that also mean more trouble for our own clan?"

Everyone held their silence, but their thoughts were much the same—the more strength the Li Clan kept, the more tightly they’d stick together, and the more unpredictable things could get down the road.

"If they all get out of Dragon Tiger Mountain safe, so be it."

The Ye Clan elder said, "Yet, we’ll prioritize contacting and assisting Li Zhengxuan and Li Ziyang’s branch."

The group nodded in agreement.

Someone whispered, "If we could get our hands on the Thunder Law Heavenly Scripture Talismans from the Daoist Talisman Sect, that would be even better..."

The Ye Clan, with its centuries-old Confucian heritage, wasn’t greedy for others’ teachings, especially when Confucianism and Daoism divided their paths.

But if they acquired the Thunder Law Heavenly Scripture Talismans, they’d have a bargaining chip—to rally the Yellow Sky Sect if they wished, or to hinder the Celestial Master Mansion if needed.

"People are still what matter most."

The Ye Clan elder said, "Even if the Li Clan loses this round, so long as someone carries on the fight with the Celestial Master Mansion, that’s enough for us."

The others nodded along.

Right then, the lookout of the party quietly informed, "Seventh uncle, someone’s coming from across the way."

The Ye Clan elder looked off into the distance.

Lei Jun stayed hidden nearby, watching that same direction.

Over in the woods, several figures approached stealthily, using hand signals to come and join up with the Ye Clan group.

All of them from the Li Clan.

The leading figure, Lei Jun was familiar with.

Li Ziyang’s son, Li Xuan.