CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 125: SHU DAO MOUNTAIN, SHU DAO TEMPLE

With one having a long face and the other a square face, they led Xia Mian up the mountain while introducing themselves, "Grand Ancestor, my senior brother and I joined the sect late, so you might not recognize us. Let me introduce ourselves; I’m Shu Dao Temple, and my senior brother is Shu Dao Mountain."

Upon hearing their introductions, Xia Mian couldn’t help but furrow her brows gently.

The names sounded somewhat familiar to her.

Shu Dao Mountain, Shu Dao Temple, Arab Family??

Xia Mian had an intuition that Meng Meng and Fu Zhou must be nearby.

This might truly be Meng Meng’s home.

The only thing she couldn’t fathom was, if Meng Meng was able to find her own home, why didn’t she do so from the start? Why did she remember to find her home only after staying with the Lu Family for so long?

As Xia Mian pondered, Shu Dao Mountain and Shu Dao Temple paved the way ahead, chattering nonstop, "Grand Ancestor, are you looking for a child? Could it be you’re looking for the Sect Leader’s little girl?"

Shu Dao Mountain opened up the conversation box, speaking incessantly to himself, "Not long ago, our Yukun Mountain was surrounded by the Mystical Sects. Worried that the girl might get hurt, the Sect Leader activated the Array and sent her away."

"Alas, the mountain has only just calmed down a bit, and now the Sect Leader wants to bring the lass back. Who would have thought the array was activated in such a rush that the Sect Leader himself forgot where he sent the girl..." Shu Dao Mountain sighed, "Because of this, the Sect Leader and the Sect Leader’s Wife haven’t slept for half a month and have been continuously researching the array at Creation Peak..."

Xia Mian thought to herself, this Shu Dao Mountain really doesn’t treat her as an outsider. They had just met, and he’d already spilled all their secrets to her!

And as for their Sect Leader, he doesn’t even know where he sent his child. With such a muddle-headed Sect Leader, it’s no wonder his disciples seem somewhat slow-witted...

Xia Mian squinted her eyes slightly, briefly sniffing the air, "Hasn’t she already returned?"

The closer they got to Yukun Mountain, the stronger Meng Meng’s aura became.

Shu Dao Mountain and Shu Dao Temple paused, looking down towards the foot of the mountain.

They actually saw two small black dots continuously wiggling their way up the mountain.

"Why are there two?" Shu Dao Temple wore a puzzled look, "Did Miss bring a little boyfriend back after her trip?"

Shu Dao Mountain delivered a light slap to Shu Dao Temple’s head, "How old is the young miss! Stop thinking about inappropriate things for children!"

Shu Dao Temple snorted, "Miss might just look young; her actual age is much older than those kids outside."

Shu Dao Mountain said no more, merely quickening his pace.

At the mountain’s base, Meng Meng and Fu Zhou were climbing energetically, their pale little faces smudged with dirt, and their bodies were covered in soil.

Fu Zhou’s little suit was torn, "Meng Meng, how come your home is here?"

With a pout, Meng Meng raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her face, speaking in a childlike voice, "I don’t know! I followed the voices in my head!"

In her mind, there were the voices of a man and a woman continually calling her, sometimes near and sometimes far, as if separated by layers of mountains and seas.

However, at this moment, the voice seemed much clearer, as if originating from this mountain.

"Where is this place!" Fu Zhou felt a bit scared.

Initially, upon entering with Meng Meng, he was somewhat excited. But seeing nothing but towering trees, with his children’s watch losing signal and unable to contact his family, Fu Zhou panicked.

Meng Meng wrapped an arm around Fu Zhou’s shoulder, adopting a brotherly stance, "Here seems like my home! Follow me, and I’ll have uncle make you a feast!"

Meng Meng coaxed him sweetly, dragging Fu Zhou further up the mountain.

As dusk fell, the dying sunlight accentuated the smallness of the pair in the great mountain.

"Grand Ancestor, after dark, there are ghosts on Yukun Mountain. It’s unsafe for two kids to act alone, so why don’t we fly over..." Shu Dao Temple suggested.

Fly over??

Lu Zechuan glanced at Xia Mian.

Xia Mian didn’t show even the smallest hint of intimidation; flying wasn’t an issue since she understood Taoist Techniques. A simple mudra would do, but what about Lu Zechuan?

"No need for that trouble." Lu Zechuan spoke slowly, then gently pointed towards a vine not far away.

The vine seemed to come alive instantly, gradually stretching, swelling, and extending its green body before the four of them.

"Get on!" Lu Zechuan mounted the vine, extending a hand to Xia Mian.

Shu Dao Temple and Shu Dao Mountain stared at Lu Zechuan in astonishment, "You... are from the Wood Clan!!"

Xia Mian squinted, was there an unexpected discovery while looking for Fu Zhou and Meng Meng this time?

Lu Zechuan did not speak, merely narrowed his gaze slightly, his thin lips moving gently, "Wood Clan?"

Shu Dao Temple showed a look of shock, "Wasn’t the Wood Clan annihilated..."

Shu Dao Mountain covered Shu Dao Temple’s mouth, "Don’t talk nonsense, quickly go find Meng Meng!"

As they spoke, they once again flaunted their skills, flying swiftly towards the base of Yukun Mountain.

Though Lu Zechuan looked somewhat solemn, he hesitated no more, and controlled the vine to head straight to the foot of Yukun Mountain.

At the foot of Yukun Mountain, as darkness descended, night completely enveloped the land.

Fatigued beyond measure, Fu Zhou and Meng Meng lay sprawled across the slope.

"Meng Meng, if we’re going to your home, we should’ve taken a plane!" Fu Zhou regretted his momentary impulse to follow Meng Meng in finding her parents.

Even in his games, he had never encountered such an absurd map!

Meng Meng lay at the foot of the mountain, panting heavily, "I can fly, I just forgot how..."

Fu Zhou chuckled nervously, assuming Meng Meng was just spouting nonsense.

How could humans possibly fly?

As soon as this thought crossed Fu Zhou’s mind, a black mist swept over their heads.

The black mist gathered and dispersed before them, transforming into a hideous ghostly face!

"Two tender morsels, lucky me tonight!" The face snarled, misty drool dripping from its mouth, looking extremely sinister.

Fu Zhou was scared senseless.

His little mind simply couldn’t comprehend how such a terrifying thing could exist in the world!

"You can’t bully Zhouzhou!" Meng Meng stood up, hands on hips, protectively in front of Fu Zhou, fiercely bold despite her small stature.

The black mist paid no heed to Meng Meng, letting out a derisive laugh, "The more fierce you are, the tastier you become!"

Finishing the sentence, the mist surged towards Meng Meng and Fu Zhou!

Just as its massive illusory mouth was about to engulf the two small children, the body formed by the black mist was immobilized like someone had cast an immobilization technique on it, unable to advance an inch!

Perplexed, the black mist wobbled but still could not move forward!

It turned slowly, bewildered, and saw two white figures flying from the horizon!

Behind the white figures, a huge vine, like a giant dragon, meandered towards them, reaching them in an instant.

On that green vine stood two oddly dressed individuals.