Duxin Lake. Qin Moyu silently memorized this name.
"I guarantee the accuracy of the information," Chen Yi said with a smile.
—Because even if it's fake, they'll make the news seem real.
"Okay, thank you." Qin Moyu didn't ask where the information came from, nor did she say whether she believed it or not. In any case, he was going to investigate anyway, and the other party had given him a direction, even if it was wrong.
Having obtained the clue, Qin Moyu formally bid farewell to the two and headed towards the Western Continent.
After Qin Moyu left, Shen Yu was released by Chen Yi. He glared at Chen Yi and said, "Why didn't you let me say that I know Mo Yuan?"
"Your Highness, there are some things it's better not to know."
Chen Yi patted Shen Yu's head and shoulder and said, "Let's go, His Majesty is very worried about you."
Although Shen Yu was angry, there was nothing he could do. Qin Moyu had already gone far away. In any case, with the teleportation jade pendant made by the ancestor, his life should be safe. He could only nod and leave with Chen Yi.
45. Chapter Forty-Five: The Schemes of Love, Hate, and Separation—It Was Him...
Qin Moyu traveled westward for a full half month before finally entering the Western Continent. The Southern Kingdom's army had already clashed with the forces on the western border and were advancing towards the western continent in an orderly manner. The western continent was also filled with a heavy atmosphere of impending war.
Chen Yi was not lying; Qin Moyu had indeed found out that Mo Yuan was going to Duxin Lake, just as he had said.
It's strange. In the past, Mo Yuan's whereabouts were only revealed after he did something, but this time the news that he was going to Duxin Lake spread like wildfire, and many people speculated that his trip to Duxin Lake was for the war.
After all, there have always been many different opinions about which continent Mo Yuan was from. Since he first appeared in the Western Continent, some people say that he was from the Western Continent.
Having confirmed that Mo Yuan was going to Duxin Lake, Qin Moyu finally had a goal. However, the most important problem at the moment was that Qin Moyu didn't know where Duxin Lake was.
Teahouses and restaurants are good places to find out news about Duxin Lake.
Qin Moyu took a sip of tea. It tasted much better than the tea she had at the tea stall before. It was slightly astringent at first, but then had a sweet aftertaste, though it was still bitter overall.
The old Qin Moyu definitely wouldn't have liked drinking it, but after experiencing so much, perhaps her mindset has changed, and she now finds the tea quite delicious.
The teahouse was bustling with people, and there were plenty of loud voices and well-informed people in the lobby, but Qin Moyu listened carefully but couldn't find any clues about where Duxin Lake was. However, someone did mention a clue.
"...Legend has it that Duxin Lake is where the Demon Lord buried his Daoist companion, so no one knows where Duxin Lake is. But some people say they saw the Demon Lord in Lishan. Lishan is covered in poisonous fog and is also the territory of Chenmen. It's not impossible that Duxin Lake is in Lishan."
"Moreover, Chenmen has recently been gathering major forces in the Western Continent to discuss how to attack the Southern Kingdom."
"The Chen Sect has produced a Demon Lord, who was also the leader of the demonic path before. It's not surprising that he has stepped forward now."
Chenmen? Lishan?
Qin Moyu seemed to be deep in thought.
He left some money for tea—to his shame, it was Shen Yebai who had slipped it in—tidied his clothes, and headed to Chenmen.
Before Qin Moyu had taken more than a few steps, someone called out to him.
"Qin Moyu?"
The one who stopped Qin Moyu was none other than Mo Jin, the demonic cultivator who had boldly confessed his love to Qin Moyu at the Guanlan Sect.
What are you doing here?
The two looked at each other and said in unison.
"I felt my strength was insufficient, so I came back to strengthen my cultivation." Mo Jin's eyes shone brightly. "Only the strong are worthy of having a Daoist partner."
Qin Moyu couldn't help but feel embarrassed when she thought of the horrific scene of their first meeting.
Since entering the Guanlan Sect, Qin Moyu had not seen Mo Jin. He had only heard Mo Jin's name from others and thought that Mo Jin had given up. However, he did not expect that Mo Jin had returned to Xizhou to continue his cultivation.
"But you finally got into the Guanlan Sect, wasn't it to become a disciple?" Qin Moyu asked.
Mo Jin was a little embarrassed when the topic came up. He coughed awkwardly and said, "I was young and impetuous. I went to Guanlan Sect to... uh, challenge a master. Actually, I already had a master."
Qin Moyu understood. He could comprehend Mo Jin's mindset. When he was young, he felt invincible because he had some strength. He felt that no one in the world was more powerful than him. But when he truly stepped out of his comfort zone, he realized that there were many people more powerful than him.
When Qin Moyu met someone she knew in an unfamiliar place, she inevitably chatted with him for a while, and the conversation turned to why Mo Jin had come here.
"That senior is indeed highly skilled, but I never imagined I wanted to see you so much," Mo Jin exclaimed.
Qin Moyu's lips twitched slightly: "What senior?"
“A few days ago I met a senior wearing a straw hat. He said he was proficient in divination and told me that the person I wanted to see was here. I saw you as soon as I arrived. It’s really amazing.” Mo Jin looked fierce, but his personality was not as scheming as his appearance suggested. On the contrary, he was so straightforward that it was both funny and exasperating. If it weren’t for his strong abilities, he would probably have been tricked to death long ago.
"Perhaps it's just a coincidence," Qin Moyu said tactfully.
While the special ability to communicate with heaven and earth and divine does exist in this world, for a diviner to make an accurate prediction, they must be much stronger than the person being divined. Logically speaking, the person who divined for Mo Jin must be at least as strong as Shen Yebai. How could someone with such strength just randomly grab someone on the street to tell his fortune, especially something so trivial?
Unexpectedly, Mo Jin said confidently, "It's true! If you don't believe me, I can take you there. He's very accurate in his calculations."
Qin Moyu was skeptical, but he didn't have time to confirm with Mo Jin whether this "senior" was real or not. He politely declined Mo Jin's offer and told him that he was going to Chenmen on this trip.
Just when everyone thought they were going to part ways, Mo Jin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he clapped his hands excitedly: "What a coincidence! I'm from the Chen Clan. I'll take you there!"
Fearing that Qin Moyu wouldn't believe him, Mo Jin pointed to his clothes and said, "I'm wearing the robes of a Chenmen disciple. If you don't believe me, you can ask others. No one in Xizhou dares to impersonate a Chenmen disciple."
Qin Moyu then noticed his attire—he was wearing a black and red outfit with an unknown flower embroidered on his chest, a flower that was indeed a symbol of the Chen Clan.
Chenmen knew how to get there, but Qin Moyu had a question in his mind.
Is it really such a coincidence?