Chapter 155 – Just Leave It to the Miracle
More than an hour ago, the temporary residence of the Miracle Cult.
This was a courtyard covering several thousand square meters, weathered through the ages, with crumbling walls and collapsed buildings. The desolation made it impossible to discern who its former owner might be.
From the ruins, the remnants of some exotic decorations and a few ledger books with illegible writing could occasionally be seen, suggesting that its owner might have been a wealthy foreign merchant.
A crowd of Miracle Cult members gathered inside, either cleaning up a space within the still intact buildings to rest, or clustering in small groups to take out snacks and drinks to share, or climbing onto the walls to gaze at the scenery of Yumen City Gate…
They looked nothing like people who had come risking their lives to awaken the First Generation Holy Son; they seemed more like picnickers.
When Shen Baiwei followed Fang Ji and found a group of Miracle Cult members, she was genuinely taken aback.
In such a large courtyard, there were no urban legends lurking?
After last night, how could so many Miracle Cult members still be left?
How did they gather so quickly?
Wasn’t the Shaman Queen slaughtering nearby, were they not afraid?
…
A series of question marks bubbled up in Shen Baiwei’s mind like carbonation in a drink.
But right after, when she saw Fang Ji with an expression that seemed to say, “Look at how ignorant you are,” she suddenly found this situation unexpected yet reasonable.
All her questions could be answered with two words: “Miracle”!
Upon reflection, although the number of Miracle Cult members gathered here exceeded one hundred, it was less than one-tenth of the total number participating in this action.
The members of the Miracle Cult taking part in this action were originally gathered from all over the world, elite individuals favored by the Miracle Flower, making them some of the luckiest people in the world by a significant degree.
They were the kind of people who find two dollars at their community gate on the way out in the morning and decide, on a whim, to buy a lottery ticket, winning an amount that was neither too much to provoke envy nor too little to be unnoteworthy.
And this fortunate one-tenth were the best of the best, able not only to stumble upon money for lottery tickets but also to use winnings to become wealthy overnight.
These individuals managed to gather here after experiencing urban legend hunts upon entering the city, traps that could trigger at any moment, and indiscriminate chaos following the Shaman Queen’s release… although it seemed absurd, it was reasonable for them.
“……” In the silence, Shen Baiwei pulled her gaze away from the seemingly leisurely Miracle Cult members, organized her thoughts, turned to Fang Ji, and calmly said, “As agreed, I’ve accompanied you to meet with the Elders. I can leave now, right?”
She had to quickly find that b*stard who had touched the past and stop him from continuing his chaos.
That b*stard had merely disturbed the process of certain past events, and not the outcomes yet, but had already caused her physical harm. If that b*stard were to change the outcome of a major event next time, it might very well cost her life.
It was like being targeted by a madman, who could jump out at any moment to harm or possibly k*ll her, yet had no way to call for help. Anyone would feel anxious in this situation.
Thus, for Shen Baiwei, the priority of any task now was to find that b*stard.
“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave! I still…”
Fang Ji could clearly feel that his Miracle Flower had not yet returned from Shen Baiwei, and initially planned to come up with more excuses to keep her here a bit longer.
However, as soon as he spoke, he sensed the fierce look rising in Shen Baiwei’s eyes, her small fists clenched, looking as if she were ready to fight, and he immediately changed his tune, saying, “I haven’t had the chance to thank you for escorting me back yet!”
What else could he do?
This was already agreed upon, and even if he wanted to forcefully retain her, he wouldn’t necessarily be able to succeed.
Did he need to kneel and cling to her legs, crying out, “Baiwei, how would I survive without you!”?
“By the way, didn’t I say before? Once I meet with the Elders, I will do my best to help you find what you’re looking for…”
“No need.” Shen Baiwei interrupted, her previously aggressive demeanor softening a bit, “I can find it myself. You just need to notify me once before awakening the First Generation Miracle Saint as agreed.”
After saying this, she turned and walked away without looking back, heading outside the courtyard along the corridor.
As Fang Ji watched Shen Baiwei walk away, he was momentarily lost in thought, feeling a sense of loss.
What he saw wasn’t Shen Baiwei walking further away, but his Miracle Flower drifting away.
Until a heart-wrenching scream echoed from a distance, a sticky substance fell from the sky, hitting him squarely on the head, and the strong smell of bl**d filled the air, jolting him back to reality.
He reached up to touch it, feeling a slimy texture, and when he opened his hand, a bloody piece of flesh met his eyes; he couldn’t tell which organ it was a fragment of.
Looking up, he saw the roof of the corridor was damaged, resembling a sieve.
Fang Ji thought, “Most likely, some unfortunate soul ran into the Shaman Queen, right?”
On the way here with Shen Baiwei, he had witnessed from afar a member of the Wandering Poet Society, who seemed intent on sneaking into Yumen Pass for benefits amidst the chaos, meet a tragic end at the hands of the released Shaman Queen. Just one glance, and he had been killed on the spot.
That was a true meaning of being “blown” apart…
With a “bang,” the person exploded into a cloud of bl**d mist, the fragmented flesh soaring into the sky like fireworks.
However… gazing at the doorway where Shen Baiwei disappeared, Fang Ji repeatedly kneaded the piece of flesh in his hand, murmuring, “For something to fly from so far away, pass through the ruined roof, and coincidentally hit my head… does this mean she’s just left, and already starting to have bad luck?”
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Ten meters away from the corridor, beside a dry pond.
Xiem and Salih hid behind the ruins of a collapsed pavilion, peeking out, having secretly observed the entire argument between Fang Ji and Shen Baiwei, then silently crouched down, leaning against a mound of rubble, whispering to each other.
“What was going on between Fang Ji and Miss Shen?” Salih asked.
“Are you not convinced by your youth? From my decades of life experience, this is definitely a romantic entanglement!” Xiem said seriously, “Did you not see Fang Ji’s expression? It was just like a heartbroken person.”
“Ah, what a pity! In this world, only the word ‘love’ will not produce miracles. Likeing is liking, and if one stops liking, even miracles won’t help.”
“Really?” Salih exclaimed, “When did they get together? There were no signs before!”
“I suspect…” Xiem was halfway through his sentence when he noticed Salih’s expression suddenly became odd, and he was signaling him desperately. He paused, quickly glanced behind and noticed a figure approaching, then raised his hand to give Salih a flick on the forehead.
“How many times have I told you? Why don’t you learn? You must not gossip behind others’ backs again!”
“It’s not, Elder, I…”
“Shut up!” Xiem snapped, pretending to be casual as he turned around and, upon seeing Fang Ji behind him, showed a surprised expression. “Oh! Fang Ji, what brings you here? Do you have any instructions?”
“……” Fang Ji’s mouth twitched slightly, he fell silent for two seconds, and then he replied seriously, “Elder Xiem, I came to tell you that the Holy Son has located the resting place of the First Generation Holy Son, and we should prepare to escort the Sacred Relic to meet the Holy Son.”
Years of hard work were about to become a reality, Xiem’s eyes lit up and he eagerly asked, “With the Miracle Flower present, that’s wonderful! Fang Ji, if I may ask, when do we set off?”
Nonsense! Of course, it would be after my Miracle Flower returns… Fang Ji thought to himself, suppressing his voice a little as he said, “The Holy Son has his arrangements; when the time is right, he will inform us. No need to rush.”
“Do you still not believe the Holy Son can handle things?”
“Uh…” Xiem was taken aback for a moment and then cupped his hands in apology, “What you said is absolutely right, what should we prepare now?”
“Ha!” Salih laughed aloud, “Of course, we should eat and rest well, and leave the rest to the miracle, Elder you…”
“Shut up!” Xiem growled, cutting off Salih, then bowed to Fang Ji, “This young man lacks manners; please forgive him, Fang Ji.”
“It’s fine.” Fang Ji waved his hand, smiling, “And he’s not wrong…”
As he was saying this, he paused and turned to look in the direction of the small temple, murmuring, “The rest can just be left to the miracle.”
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After leaving the Miracle Cult’s residence, Shen Baiwei followed the direction she sensed someone touching the past last night, rushing forward.
Unlike last night, with the arrival of Yumen Pass’s “daylight,” the urban legends lurking around the city gate had all retreated to their hiding places, as if they had evaporated from the human realm.
Without the obstruction of those urban legends, and enhanced by the fragrance of the Miracle Flower, she found the hiding place of that b*stard who touched the past in just about an hour.
However, before she could see that b*stard, she sensed a familiar aura of spirit energy wafting towards her from a distance.
It belonged to the calamity…
Could it be that the b*stard who touched the past is a calamity? Shen Baiwei glanced at the small courtyard ahead, which was clearly in better condition than the surrounding buildings, then looked down at her little notebook that she just pulled out, her expression growing solemn.
The page in her little notebook that recorded information about “calamity” was almost filled with writing.
It is worth noting that on her little notebook, such treatment was reserved only for the President of the Solar Eclipse Society and the Void, whose status was uncertain, with most other spiritual ability users or urban legends not exceeding half a page.
Even the guardians of the Siye Society, the Elders Council of the Solar Eclipse Society, and other calamities from domestic and abroad would only have one or two lines spared.
【Calamity (Luxianbei, Wang Buliu, Lu Qingyi), extremely dangerous…】
【……cunning and treacherous, moody, and almost neurotically cautious…】
Looking at the first line of the record concerning calamities and then considering what she had learned about the nature of calamities, Shen Baiwei suddenly felt that the small house where the calamity was hiding, despite seeming unremarkable, had definitely laid down an intricate trap, and was approaching with the posture of seeking to settle accounts, surely inviting its own doom.
But… what should she do?
How could she approach her and remind her of the risks of touching the past, without raising her suspicions? Shen Baiwei wondered.
