The Legend of Shen Li (English Translation of Yu Feng Xing 与凤行)

Chapter 22

"The only mountain here is south of the military compounds. Although it has been somewhat useless for the past year, a few centuries ago it blocked the harmful miasma from spreading across the Demonic Realm. 

Today we left rather late, so we won't don't have enough time to go to the lake. 

For now, we'll just visit the mountain." 

Shen Li took the map from the solider and earnestly studied it as she gave directions to Xing Zhi.

But behind her, Xing Zhi was incessantly smoothing out his long robes, and didn't hear a thing. Shen Li struggled to restrain her temper, and could only repeat herself, 

"Sir God, we'll go to see the mountain first."

"Hmm " 

Xing Zhi just grabbed the ends of his robe and just used his fingertip to cut off the too long hem, tossing it behind him conveniently. 

The pure white silk hem flew in the winds, fluttering in the miasma far, far away. 

"Let's go."

Shen Li didn't move as her eyes followed the silken hem. In the Demonic Realm, even the Demon Emperor himself couldn't wear clothes of that quality. But this guy, he had actually just thrown it away so easily. 

Shen Li turned her head to look at Xing Zhi's newly made short robe. Even though he'd been in the Demonic Realm for more than a few days, she had never seen it even a little dirty. 

Thinking back to the day she had mistaked him for Xing Yun, she had wiped blood all over his robes, but it had already been washed with water the next day.

Thinking of the filth the soldiers had to endure by the boundary, Shen Li's head hung. Such unfairness, it really makes one feel as if they had a fish bone stuck inside their throat.

Seeing Shen Li so still, Xing Zhi felt very confused, 

"What?"

"Nothing ." 

Shen Li just shook her head, continued to walk without another word.

It was the afternoon. The fog on the mountain was dense, and adding on the thickly accumulated miasma made it near impossible to see anything more than five steps away, even during the day. Shen Li looked at the directions on the map as she used her other hand to snap any branches that got in her way. 

But the branches were already so fragile from the miasma, that even the slightest touch would have caused it to crumble away.

"We are currently close to the field camp, but rather far away from the Space-Time Rip, so the soldiers don't come here often. As such, they aren't very familiar with this place so the map only displays around half the mountain. If we were to directly fly up, the mountain's fog and miasma would prevent us from seeing anything. That means that we can only find the trail up the mountain ourselves." 

But when Shen Li finished speaking, she waited but no one answered back. Confused, she turned around only to see thick mist, and a hazy outline of Xing Zhi's silhouette.

Chen Li gawked, and blinked her eyes . It has been said that during the battle against the Scorpion Tailed Fox, the Ancient God was late because he had went the wrong way. . . 

Could it be that he got lost?

"Sir God Xing Zhi?" Shen Li walked back, "Sir God?"

Shen Li did not walk very long before she realised the air had somewhat changed. Her heart beat faster as her footsteps quickened. A cool breeze blew over her, shooing away the thick fog before her eyes. On the other side, a heavenly immortal clothed in white slowly walked. Wherever he stepped, the miasma that accumulated for more than hundreds of years seemed to be washed away by new rain. Although you still couldn't see any green plants, the air was clean.