Waiting for you online - - - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Song Zi Heng broke into the room next door and a small figure shot up and sat on the bed: “Who?!”

Song Zi Heng felt slightly relieved: “Xiao Jiu, it’s me, quickly put your clothes on.”

“…Ah?” Song Zi Xiao was still confused.

The sound of fighting suddenly came from outside the door. Song Zi Heng could not care about his clothes. With one hand holding a sword and one hand carrying Song Zi Xiao, they ran out of the guest room: “Huang Hong, Huang Wu…” He stopped moving and froze on the spot.

Their guest room was on the second floor, although it is located in the southernmost part of the inn, this inn was very small. Only a few steps were needed to reach the stairway, but the two could clearly see that the corridor in front of them was like a rope stretched out by force, bizarrely becoming much longer, and the flight of stairs was also located at a very far end.

Song Zi Xiao rubbed his eyes, thinking he had been muddled from sleep, even Song Zi Heng wondered for a moment if this was a dream.

“Your Highness!” Huang Hong’s voice brought both of them back to their senses.

Huang Hong was downstairs. When Song Zi Heng looked down, he felt even more creeped out. Originally only two-stories in height, how can the difference between the two people be at least three to four?

“Your Highness, we were ambushed, you must hold on to Ninth Highness, do not get separated from him.”

“What…What is going on here?” Song Zi Heng followed the sound of the fight, trying to find Huang Wu, “Where is Huang Wu?” It sounded very close, yet he couldn’t see anyone.

Huang Hong gritted his teeth and said, “We are all in this inn, but we can’t touch each other. This is the magical weapon of Lu Ban, Gong Shu Ju.”

The Song brothers looked at each other, both too surprised to speak.

The magical weapons in the cultivation world can be divided into three categories. The most powerful is naturally the four ancient magical weapons. The second category is the magical weapons created by the earth spirits who have left their good reputation for thousands of years and have been passed down from generation to generation. The last category is the magical weapons refined by the heroes from the present age.

The four ancient magical weapons, even if the ruler reaches the peak of perfection and is fortunate to find one, the power it can exert is only skin deep. Otherwise Shen Nong Ding will not need a hundred high-ranking cultivators to keep the fire going. A million years have passed, and there are only two things that have been revealed. One is when Shen Nong Ding transformed into an immortal mountain, another one is the map of Shanhe Sheji, which no one could use because it was in the Song clan’s treasure grove after the Emperor fled the capital.

And those new magical weapons have various functions and varying effectiveness. Some are only available to the great immortal families, some are specially made for a certain person, and some are possessed by everyone, such as the Qiankun bag. Some come from the hands of top masters, such as the phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, which are priceless.

In this case, those magical weapons handed down by the earth deities have no masters and are priceless. They all have great powers, therefore cultivators seek them for a lifetime. Those who have the ability will kill in order to obtain such magical weapons, even more than the theft of cores.

This Gong Shu Ju, is a divine ruler left behind by Lu Ban. It can change the size of dead things in a certain time and range. The deeper the user’s cultivation level, the greater the range. Once within the range, it is like falling into the opponent’s palm. Even if the exit is near, you cannot escape.

They had read about Gong Shu Ju in books in the past but never thought they would one day experience the power of this magical weapon. To get this weapon and to even control an inn, is not an easy task. Who is the other party and what does he want to do?!

Song Zi Heng calmed his mind and ran towards the stairway, but the corridor was having a race with him, the distance cannot be close no matter what. When he looked down, it was not the exit distancing away from him, it is as if he was running on the spot. He wanted to jump off from the second floor, but he wasn’t sure how far the caster would widen this gap.

“Big brother, just put me down.” Song Zi Xiao struggled.

“No, the person who came wants to split us up one by one.” Song Zi Heng said, “Xiao Jiu, big brother will carry you, no matter what happens, you must never, ever let go, understand?”

Song Zi Xiao laid on Song Zi Heng’s back: “Got it. Big brother, this is…”

“I don’t know what is going on. Don’t be afraid, big brother is here.”

Don’t be afraid, big brother is here.

It seems that as long as he hears these words, Song Zi Xiao can immediately put his mind at ease. In his perception, his big brother is omnipotent. With big brother around, there is no need to be afraid.

Huang Hong tried to run upstairs but also failed to do it. That caster is very scheming by separating them from each other and make them unable to protect each other. Otherwise with their abilities, ordinary people can’t do anything to them. Huang Hong shouted, “Your Highness, I’ll go find the spell caster, he must be inside the inn, you guys be careful.”

“Ok.” Song Zi Heng thought about it and decided to retreat to the guest room. Although he didn’t know what the purpose of the visitor was, it was obvious they’re coming for the two of them. With Song Zi Xiao here, guarding him was his main priority.

However, the spiritual pressure behind them immediately became apparent. Several black-clad masked men jumped into the guest room from outside the window and came straight at the two brothers.

Song Zi Heng flung his sleeve robe, and the two doors closed with a bang. He bit his finger, drew a talisman with blood in the air and pasted it on the door. This blood spirit talisman is the medium that can maximize the power of the talisman. The same talisman drawn in blood, as compared to draw using cinnabar, the difference in effectiveness is very large. Of course, the loss on the caster was also large. The door that was cast with the talisman temporarily became a barrier, but with the people inside colliding in turns, it couldn’t last long. They are trapped in this narrow corridor. The situation is very unfavorable.

“Brother, look, the distance in the corridor has become shorter.” Song Zi Xiao said, “That spell caster must be moving around in order to skillfully trap us in three different places. He also must be struggling.”

“That’s right, this spell drains a lot of spiritual energy. I’ll see how long he can last.” Song Zi Heng once again tried to go downstairs. The two high-ranking cultivators Huang Hong and Huang Wu are not easy to deal with. This ambush will not last long. As long as they hold on until the opponent puts away the magical weapon and shows their true form, it would not be too late to return the attack.

This time, although he ran for a long time, finally he was able to get to the stairway’s exit. He wanted to go downstairs as soon as possible to join them, but just as he stepped down the stairs, the gap between the two steps widened suddenly. He stepped into the void and fell down, while the ground beneath his feet sank deeply into a black bottomless hole. The hole was narrow, it was simply tailored for them.

Song Zi Heng swung his sword and stabbed the staircase handrail. With this little force, he twisted his body in the air and temporarily slowed down the fall for a moment. He swung Song Zi Xiao’s arm and threw the boy up.

Song Zi Xiao’s body swung half a circle, his two legs hooked onto the handrail, and the other hand tightly grabbed onto Song Zi Heng’s sleeve, dragging the person back.

In an instant, the steps began to close and turned into two thick and long large planks of wood. With one look, Song Zi Heng was about to get trapped in between. Song Zi Heng’s gaze remained calm and steady, and under the light of the moving sword, the big wooden boards were sliced into a pile of wood chips in the blink of an eye.

“Big brother!” Song Zi Xiao exclaimed.

Song Zi Heng turned his head to see that Song Zi Xiao’s ankle was entangled in the deformed staircase handrail, and his whole body was yanked backward. When their clasped hands were loosened, Song Zi Heng’s expression suddenly changed, and he lunged forward recklessly, grabbing his brother’s hand again. He swung his sword and cut the handrail, holding the person tightly into his arms, his heart nervously pounding: “Xiao Jiu, are you okay?”

Before Song Zi Xiao could make a sound, he saw the pieces of wood that had been cut to pieces by Song Zi Heng, turned into stalks of foot-long sharp wood, raining down on the two brothers from all directions.

Song Zi Heng grabbed Song Zi Xiao’s belt and threw the boy back to the second floor. With a body that flourished with spiritual energy, and the momentum of Zongxuan sword technique, he cut down the sharp wood one by one.

However…

“Big brother–”

Song Zi Heng only felt a sharp pain. A sharp piece of wood plunged into his thigh. Although it did not hurt the bone, it passed through the flesh and blood flowed out immediately.

At that moment, the barrier broke. The door flew out in tatters, and several black-clad masked men rushed out of the guest room.

Song Zi Heng gritted his teeth and pulled out the pointed wood: “Xiao Jiu, come here quickly.”

Song Zi Xiao jumped down from the second floor, this time the drop in elevation did not change because those black-clothed men also came down at the same time. Song Zi Xiao looked at Song Zi Heng’s pants were full of blood and cried anxiously: “Big brother, big brother…”

“It’s okay.” Song Zi Heng pinched his coagulation point with one hand, and then pulled Song Zi Xiao up and ran.

The run triggered the wound, so the blood naturally cannot stop flowing out, and every step was painful. Song Zi Heng tried to find his guards by following the sound. The sound of fighting came from the back of the kitchen, but just a few tables and chairs away, once again it became unreachable.

Instead, the pursuers behind them came back, and in the blink of an eye they were behind them. Song Zi Heng blocked Song Zi Xiao behind him as he shouted sternly, “Who are you, and do you know who we are?”

“Well, you are the two imperial sons of Emperor Song.” A man in black sneered, “It is the both of you that we’re looking for.”

“What do you want!”

“Golden, core.”

Song Zi Heng’s pupils contracted and his body went cold. They had actually ran into core stealing demonic cultivators? Could this be related to the death of the cultivator they had been investigating for the past two days? “You guys want my golden core? After taking my core, you will be hunted down by the entire cultivational world.”

“Hehe, I’m afraid that the Your Highness has not understood. What I want, is both of your golden cores.”

Song Zi Heng’s eyes were cracking: “My brother just formed a core, what use do you have for the golden core of a nine-year-old child?!”

“Although His Little Highness’s golden core is shallow in spiritual power, he has good roots. This innate upper superior root is much rarer than decades of cultivation. Besides, when he grows up, it will take too much effort to get it.”

In those words, Song Zi Heng subconsciously blocked Song Zi Xiao with his body, hating that he could not make him invisible to this group of people.

“Bastard!” Song Zi Xiao shouted angrily, “You beasts, I will never let you go even if I turn into a fierce ghost!”

The men in black laughed wildly and pounced on him.

Song Zi Heng’s right leg was already injured, and he still had to protect one person, so he was forced to retreat against the crowd. If it wasn’t for the fact that these people wanted to take the golden core alive, he wouldn’t have lasted this long.

Soon, Song Zi Heng’s injuries multiplied. White clothes soaked in blood. Song Zi Xiao wanted to rush out several times, but he was protected behind no matter what. His cries were beside his ears, but Song Zi Heng lost too much blood. His eyes became blurred and gradually unable to hear properly.

“Xiao Jiu, don’t be afraid…” Song Zi Heng retreated until there was no way back, his sword across his chest, blocking Song Zi Xiao between himself and the wall, still trembling and said, “Big brother is here.”