Chapter 84: While Deep in Thought, the Mystic Light Arrives — Disguise and Entry into Clear Spring City
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The two of them continued on their way to Clear Spring Villa. Aside from a few polite words at the start, Yu Xian remained largely silent.
He didn’t know what Clear Spring Villa looked like, how many people lived there, or how many experts it housed.
He couldn’t even name a single person. He knew no one.
So, the less he said, the better.
The mysterious powerhouse leading the way didn’t talk much either, simply flying ahead at a steady pace that matched Yu Xian’s.
That was good news for Yu Xian—fewer questions meant fewer chances to slip up.
On the surface, Yu Xian appeared calm, but inside, his thoughts raced.
By midday tomorrow, they would likely reach Clear Spring Villa.
And then what?
If his identity as a fake disciple was exposed, not only would the mysterious cultivator react—
even the people of Clear Spring Villa would probably not let him go.
What a headache…
As he flew, Yu Xian maintained a relaxed, effortless demeanor—like a carefree disciple heading home.
Although the man never once looked back, every movement Yu Xian made was under his divine sense.
With his peak mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, Hong Feng had no trouble sensing the minute details of a Qi Condensation junior.
Yu Xian’s expressions, relaxed posture, and full-speed flight—all confirmed, in Hong Feng’s eyes, that this kid was indeed from the Lu family of Clear Spring Villa.
But why was such a young genius traveling alone?
And why had he drawn the attention of the Flowing Light Three Swords, who claimed he was a demonic cultivator?
Though Hong Feng disliked the haughty major sects, always looking down on rogue cultivators,
he also held disdain for true demonic cultivators—those who slaughtered the innocent without reason.
Back in Maple Leaf Tower, he only shielded Yu Xian to save face and uphold the tower’s rules, not because he genuinely wanted to protect a demon cultivator.
So… why did the Flowing Light trio mistake this kid for a demonic cultivator?
Could it be that Yu Xian’s rapid advancement came from some sinister method?
If so, once the Lu family’s ancestor, Lu Qingquan, learned of it, he might enforce justice—even against his own kin.
Still, whether the boy was a demonic cultivator or not didn’t matter to Hong Feng.
If it turned out to be true, let the Lu family deal with him.
He had no intention of meddling.
With a smirk tugging at his lips, Hong Feng flew onward.
Just then—
a burst of mystic light streaked across the sky and struck his body!
His expression changed immediately.
Yu Xian, trailing behind, frowned in confusion.
The mystic light landed on Hong Feng and seemed to embed itself like a brand, inescapable and indelible.
“They arrived fast!”
Hong Feng roared, his voice rising into a long howl.
“This is the legendary artifact only great sects are qualified to possess—the Celestial Mirror!? You can track the killer with just a shattered soul token?! Impressive! Truly worthy of being the Tianyuan Sword Sect!
But so what!? I killed those arrogant brats—what can you do about it!?”
After venting his anger, Hong Feng turned back and barked,
“I’ll head out first! Kid, see you at Clear Spring Villa!”
He made a hand seal, vanished a hundred feet in a flash of light, and disappeared into the horizon.
Yu Xian stood there, dumbfounded.
What just happened?
After a moment of reflection, he pieced it together.
The man had apparently been marked by the Celestial Mirror, a spiritual treasure of the Tianyuan Sword Sect, for killing their three disciples.
The Celestial Mirror—
A sect that could refine such a treasure qualified to stand among the Seven Great Immortal Sects.
It could trace fate, Qi, and destiny, and anchor a sect’s entire spiritual power.
Baiyun Sect had one too.
Back when Yu Xian had killed Huang Hanxiao and others, his identity hadn’t triggered the Celestial Mirror,
or all his efforts at concealment would’ve been meaningless.
But the nameless powerhouse must have triggered it—hence, the Tianyuan Sword Sect instantly found him.
That brand would follow him forever.
No wonder he ran.
Realizing this, Yu Xian breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Just moments ago, he had been panicking over how to handle things once they arrived at Clear Spring Villa—
but this incident suddenly relieved that pressure.
With the powerful cultivator gone, the weight on his shoulders lifted.
But the sense of relief didn’t last long.
He still had to go to Clear Spring Villa.
There was nothing to relax about.
He needed a mount. Without one, he’d be forced to fight Foundation Establishment cultivators again just to get home.
Frowning slightly, Yu Xian turned and disappeared into a forest.
About half an hour later…
A middle-aged man in Daoist robes emerged from the woods.
Yu Xian had used some items from his storage pouch—tools left behind by others for disguise.
Since he had to go to Clear Spring Villa, he might as well disguise himself thoroughly.
This time, he spent half an hour altering every detail—
from head to toe, including his hair, wrinkles, eyebrows, and facial contours.
Apart from the eyes, he looked like an entirely different person.
Even his master might need a moment to recognize him by his gaze alone.
As for anyone else? Nearly impossible.
Of course, there might be experts who could see through it—
but they would be rare. And in such a big city full of rogue cultivators, surely others were using disguises too.
Unless someone held a grudge, there was no reason to expose him.
Exhaling slowly, Yu Xian’s eyes hardened with determination.
One hand held a horsetail whisk, the other formed a hand seal.
Robe fluttering, he ascended fifteen zhang into the air, radiating a fairy-like aura as he flew toward Clear Spring Villa.
He flew through the night and rested once. By morning, he could see a distant city rising in the horizon.
Despite its name, Clear Spring Villa was actually a city.
In the Eastern Continent, aside from the seven great sects,
there were countless minor powers—families, sects, cults, and more.
Clear Spring Villa was among the upper-middle tier.
Its founder, back in the day, had been a mid-Golden Core stage cultivator.
Now, several centuries later, his cultivation was unknown.
The Lu family, nurtured by such a powerhouse, had grown exponentially.
Over three hundred years, they’d produced another Golden Core cultivator, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment experts, and over a thousand Qi Condensation disciples.
Add in the ordinary mortals born of the Lu bloodline and the city housed hundreds of thousands.
Clear Spring City!
Built atop a massive stone plain, this fortress-like city was unparalleled in the region.
Yu Xian’s confidence grew the moment he saw it.
Surely such a place would have mounts for sale!
And with a city this large, crowded with travelers, he’d blend in easily.
Already, several cultivators were headed the same way as him.
Yu Xian maintained a calm expression and the demeanor of a lofty expert,
openly releasing his Qi Condensation Great Perfection aura.
Among rogue cultivators, that level was respectable.
No one with ill intent would casually provoke someone that strong.
The others making their way to Clear Spring City didn’t bother him either.
Everyone minded their own business.
After landing ten or so li outside the city, Yu Xian joined the main road and walked toward the gate.
Unlike Maple Leaf Market, Clear Spring City had no annoying entry restrictions or token requirements.
This city welcomed cultivators from all directions.
As long as you didn’t break the rules, you were free to enter and trade.
In fact, the city was built upon a medium-grade spiritual vein.
The ambient Qi in a hundred-li radius was 50% denser than the surroundings, making it a hotbed for rogue cultivators.
The bustling streets inside were even more prosperous than Black Mountain Market—
like the capital of a small country.
Mortals and cultivators lived side by side.
And most mortals had ties to the Lu family, so they weren’t afraid of “immortals.”
They just went about their business.
Street stalls were no longer allowed to pop up at random.
You had to go to designated trading areas.
Walking with the crowd through the city, Yu Xian felt a rare sense of peace.
With so many people around and his disguise so thorough, even that mysterious cultivator would have a hard time finding him.
Of course, if the man did find him—well, that was just bad luck.
This city was massive—nearly a hundred li in diameter.
Yu Xian knew wandering around aimlessly would be a waste of time.
So, after a quick scan, he strode directly into a pill and medicine shop.
