Firefly Journey

Chapter 194 Wild Geese Bring Guests (1)

After learning that the trip to the Amarama Mountains was just a special training exercise, Lin Yuanran refused Feng Ling's reward, since he hadn't been of much help and there was no reason for him to accept it.

The wind chime did not try to force the issue.

But after returning to Yicheng, she immediately went to find the craftsman who forged the magical artifact, and according to the time, it was already completed today.

Mr. Blair is elusive and Lin Yuanran hasn't seen him even once since his return. Regarding his progress towards becoming a Third Awakener, Lin Yuanran has remained undecided, putting it off until now.

Now that he has gained some confidence, he plans to try to advance. After all, there is less than a month left before the academy competition, and every little improvement is a good thing.

After making all the necessary preparations, Lin Yuanran slowly closed his eyes.

dong dong!

Lin Yuanran had to give up after closing his eyes for less than a minute because of the knocking on the door.

who can that be?

There are only two people in the dormitory. Mr. Blair has his own key, so it can't be him. Let's go out and check first.

Pushing open the door, Lin Yuanran smiled unconsciously.

Fengling stood outside the door with her arms crossed.

"Is there something you need?" Lin Yuanran asked.

He's becoming increasingly afraid to see her. Because after realizing his own feelings, and then discovering that she wasn't interested in him, the closer they get, the greater the disappointment he feels.

The wind chime tugged at its tinkling, and a black-patterned staff suddenly appeared. She said, "You don't want the gold coins, but you can surely accept the staff, right?"

Just as Lin Yuanran was about to say something, Feng Ling said again, "Put your strange pride aside. This thing will greatly improve your strength. You will soon be competing with the real geniuses of the major churches. Without a few trump cards, you risk being defeated at any time."

Lin Yuanran knew that Feng Ling meant that everything was for the glory of the Holy See, and that he shouldn't have any other thoughts.

But Lin Yuanran was unhappy and really didn't want it. He hoped that the reason Feng Ling gave him the staff was simply because he was Ario Morris, a friend, and not because of the Church.

What a load of bull!

I don't believe in any gods, even though Julius the sun god was indeed a very good person in his lifetime.

However, Lin Yuanran never considered what Fengling's true thoughts were, which might not be consistent with her words.

Lin Yuanran hesitated for a moment, but still accepted. If you refuse someone's kind offer, that's not called humility, it's called being ungrateful.

"looks good."

Lin Yuanran took the staff, weighed it in his hand for a few moments, and was quite satisfied.

Wind Chime said, "It already has a name, called 'Hymn of Darkness'."

Lin Yuanran said, "It's fine for you to name what you gave me, but let me ask you something: why isn't it 'Praise of Light'? Our academy is a branch of the Holy See..."

Fengling raised an eyebrow: "Because I like it."

Lin Yuanran laughed twice and said, "I was asking too much. Your willingness is priceless."

"Speaking of which, what's yours called?" Lin Yuanran asked.

He had seen it before; Fengling had a silver-white staff that was clearly no ordinary item, but she just didn't use it much.

“Silver Moon,” the wind chime replied.

Upon hearing the name, Lin Yuanran suddenly thought, "Darkness and the moon are quite similar to the style of the Goddess of Darkness."

Ayepaia is revered as the goddess of darkness, and she also holds the power over poetry and the moon.

Feng Ling's eyelids twitched, and a hint of smugness crept into her eyes. "Would you be surprised if I told you I'm from the Dark Temple?"

That day is not far off.

"How's it going with your third awakening?" Wind Chime asked.

Lin Yuanran sighed and said, "Don't even mention it. Ever since I came back from the mine, I've been preparing, but I always feel like something's missing."

I was just about to try it out when you showed up.

So, it seems I'm the one who bothered you?

"No! I absolutely didn't mean that!" Lin Yuanran hurriedly said.

He was telling the truth and speaking from the heart. He was very happy to see her, so why would he be afraid of disturbing her?

Seeing this, Feng Ling was unwilling to stay any longer. The gift had already been given, and any improvement in his cultivation level would depend entirely on his own fortune.

"Take your time, I'm leaving now."

"Ah."

After closing the door, Lin Yuanran gripped the newly acquired staff tightly, his palms feeling very warm.

……

……

With the academy competition just around the corner, various forces have already set off, and in the past few days, several groups of outsiders have flocked to Yicheng.

The State of Chu was the farthest from the principality, and it set off earliest and arrived earliest.

On a peaceful afternoon, a long convoy of cars drove in from outside the city, stretching for miles and seemingly without end.

The vehicles of the Chu state were very different from those of Western countries and were highly recognizable.

Most residents of Yicheng have never been abroad, so they can't help but take a second look at the exotic motorcade.

The soldiers of the Great Chu escorting the delegation were all clad in heavy armor, their steps steady, like oxen slowly making their way forward.

The Chu state had many elaborate rituals and formalities, and the soldiers wearing heavy armor were not actually suitable for fighting; they served more as ceremonial guards.

The real guards were the men in light armor who were behind the convoy.

The long procession was magnificent, and among the many ornate carriages, one stood out in particular.

It was located in the middle of the caravan, pulled by four white horses, with dragons and phoenixes carved into the carriages and the curtains made of the finest silk.

The eaves of the carriage are adorned with rare, multicolored gemstones. Overall, the carriage exudes an air of nobility.

There were many distinguished guests in the delegation, such as Pei Jijiu of the Black and White Academy, but he clearly did not have the rank or status to travel in this manner.

Whether it's the dragon or the phoenix, in the Eastern Kingdom of Great Chu, they have always been symbols of the royal family and nobility.

This is Princess Qingjia's carriage; she is the most distinguished guest of the Great Chu on this trip.

Such an important person was driven by only one coachman, who looked so thin and frail that he could be knocked down with a single punch.

As the caravan entered the city, to avoid traffic accidents caused by startling the horses, all the grooms dismounted and led the horses slowly forward.

The middle-aged man was no exception; he always wore a kind smile and kept looking around, fully appreciating the charm of the big city.

He looked like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time, full of curiosity about everything.

In one of the carriages closer to the front, the deputy envoy Pei Xingyan would lift the window every now and then to glance at the coachman.

Pei Xingyan's expression was far from calm.

The Emperor of Great Chu had told him that someone would accompany him on his mission. He racked his brains but couldn't guess who that person was.

Just minutes before departure, the middle-aged man dressed as a coachman barely arrived and went directly to the little princess's carriage to drive it.

Pei Xingyan was completely baffled. Wasn't the Sword Saint supposed to be focused on cultivation and not involved in politics? Why had he changed his mind?

He didn't know that the emperor's brother-in-law always valued his sister's bloodline very much, and he was worried about Princess Qingjia traveling far away from home.

Moreover, in addition to participating in the academy competition, the delegation has another mission: to bring the crown prince back to the country.

Due to various conflicting interests, the Principality of Bema is unlikely to give in easily.

If things really get to the point of no return, the coachman will step forward, point his sword at the heads of the duchy's high-ranking officials, and say, "You choose: life or life."

"Uncle, how much longer until we reach the post station?" came the little girl's voice from inside the carriage.

The coachman in blue smiled and said, "Soon. During our stay in Yicheng, we should call the post station an embassy, ​​so that the locals won't laugh at us and think we're ignorant."

"understood!"

The Great Chu Sword Saint nodded in satisfaction, his smile unchanged, and led the white horse with a leisurely gait.