Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 60: Nephew! Your fourth uncle is here to see you!

At the very moment that the spirit boat carrying Dong Mo and Feng Ling Shuang was about to set sail.

Heming Mountain City, East Gate. The three retainers of the Dong family met anxiously at the city gate.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Xier's forehead as she asked her two colleagues beside her, "Have you found the young master?"

The dark-faced man, Zhou Cai, shook his head: "No. I've searched every place that sells medicinal herbs in Heming Mountain, but I haven't even seen a trace of the young master!"

Dong Maogong stroked his beard: "I couldn't find him either. I searched every shop in the city, big and small, three times over, almost turning the place upside down. But it's like his young master vanished into thin air; I couldn't find even a trace of him."

Zhao Xier said anxiously, "Me too."

Upon hearing Zhao Xi'er's words, the three Dong family retainers fell silent in unison. After a long while, Zhou Cai suddenly broke the silence.

"Now I'm actually hoping that the young master has already left the city."

"After all, if the young master hadn't been found by the three of us, but by Dong Zhan and those lunatics from the Enforcement Hall... he would have been in real trouble."

Upon hearing Zhou Cai's words, the expressions of Zhao Xier and Dong Maogong, who were standing to the side, both changed.

Those of them, serving as retainers, knew all too well the methods of the Dong family's Enforcement Hall. Falling into their hands meant that even if you didn't die, you'd be severely injured.

"Who can argue with that?" Zhao Xi'er sighed. "Although the young master's behavior is a bit eccentric, it's not to the point of..."

"You two should say less," Dong Maogong suddenly said in a low voice, glancing around.

"Dong Zhan is, after all, a Nascent Soul expert. Even though his divine sense was suppressed by the rules of Heming Mountain, he is not deaf."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xier and Zhou Cai both shut their mouths.

The three of them then exchanged a glance and silently walked toward the dock.

.........

Heming Mountain City, cargo terminal.

The atmosphere at the docks was far more tense than at the city gates.

Dong Zhan, the head of the Dong family's law enforcement hall, was currently reprimanding his subordinates at the dock of Heming Mountain.

"Useless! They're all useless!"

Dong Zhan's voice boomed like thunder, startling all the subordinates around him into shrinking back, not daring to breathe.

"You couldn't even find the person I asked you to look for! You all talk a big game all the time, but when it comes to actually using them, you're all useless!"

A subordinate stepped forward, forcing a smile: "Fourth Master, please calm down. We really have done our best. We've searched the entire city, but that kid Dong Mo is just too cunning..."

"Try your best?" Dong Zhan sneered. "Is this the result of trying your best? If that traitor had gotten away, who among you would have taken responsibility?"

The subordinates fell silent, none of them daring to speak.

Just then, Dong Zhan looked up towards the dock, his gaze falling on the three worshippers who were rushing over.

The three approached under Dong Zhan's gaze, their expressions somewhat unnatural.

Dong Zhan narrowed his eyes, his voice dark and menacing: "What's wrong? Judging from your expressions... you haven't found anyone either?"

Zhao Xier, Zhou Cai, and Dong Maogong remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"Hmph...useless!"

Dong Zhan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and turned to give orders to his subordinates.

"Pass on my order: thoroughly investigate all ships! I don't care what their background or what forces they belong to, investigate every single ship that comes and goes! I will not rest until that traitor Dong Mo is found!"

"yes!"

The subordinates obeyed and left.

Chaos erupted at the dock as the Dong family's enforcement team began searching every single boat moored there. Although the boat owners were disgruntled, none dared utter a sound in the face of the Dong family's authority.

Just then, Lord Zhou of Heming Mountain City walked over with a big smile on his face.

"Lord Dong, this...this isn't in accordance with the rules, is it?" City Lord Zhou asked cautiously. "The docks of Heming Mountain have always been a free trade area. Your large-scale search might disrupt trade routes..."

Dong Zhan glanced at him: "Hmph... Rules? Our Dong family is the biggest rule."

After speaking, he pointed to the Sumeru pedestal above his head and addressed Lord Zhou in front of him.

"If anyone disagrees, go talk to the main cannon of Sumeru."

Lord Zhou's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but ultimately swallowed the words back.

Trying to reason with the main cannon of the Sumeru Throne? That's just asking for death!

After all... the power of that thing is comparable to a full-force attack from a Void Refinement expert...

Lord Zhou chuckled and prepared to leave. Just then, the spirit boat carrying Feng Ling Shuang and Dong Mo, relying on the special pass previously obtained by Song Qiu Yu, bypassed the security check and was preparing to depart.

Upon seeing this, Dong Zhan frowned and turned to look at City Lord Zhou.

"Why not inspect that ship?"

City Lord Zhou quickly explained, "Divine Lord, you may not know, but that's a ship from the Ancient Sacred Land. Who doesn't know the name of the Ancient Sacred Land?"

"Our Heming Mountain is merely a small town in the western wilderness; how dare we stop a ship from the ancient sacred land?"

"Furthermore, the Ancient Sacred Land has always been the leader of the righteous path, and most of its disciples are upright and virtuous individuals. How could they possibly harbor a traitor from the Dong family?"

Dong Zhan squinted, chewing on those four words.

"Oh? An ancient sacred land..."

Then he suddenly remembered something, and his gaze sharpened.

Dong Zhan vaguely remembered that when he was listening to the report on the Sumeru Throne of the floating warship, Zhao Xier and the others had told him that the fox that followed Dong Mo and Xiao Bai had been asked by Dong Mo to find a cultivator surnamed Song in the Desolate Ancient Holy Land to ask for help!

Ancient Sacred Land... Cultivator surnamed Song...

Dong Zhan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shouted.

"Stop the boat!"

City Lord Zhou panicked immediately: "My Lord, you mustn't! That's an ancient sacred land; we, Heming Mountain, cannot afford to offend it!"

"Can't afford to offend the Ancient Holy Land?" Dong Zhan sneered, his gaze piercing Zhou City Lord like two knives. "Do you think you can afford to offend the Dong family?"

Zhou Cheng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Dong Zhan didn't give him a chance to speak again: "Stop talking nonsense! Better to kill ten thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free! Stop the boat!"

Lord Zhou's face turned ashen. In the end, he waved his hand helplessly, signaling his men to stop the ship.

……

On the spirit boat.

Song Qiuyu and Feng Lingshuang were standing at the bow of the boat, watching the dock gradually disappear into the distance.

"Finally, we're leaving." Feng Ling Shuang stretched, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind. "Senior Sister, we need to get some rest along the way. This trip to Heming Mountain has exhausted me."

Song Qiuyu smiled slightly, about to say something, when suddenly her expression changed.

"Um?"

She suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of the dock and saw a team of law enforcement officers from the Dong family rushing towards them. The leaders were carrying array devices to seal off the spirit boat.

"Senior Sister? What's going on?" Feng Ling Shuang also noticed something amiss, her delicate brows furrowing. "Are these guys planning to block the ship?"

Song Qiuyu's gaze swept across the dock, and she immediately spotted Dong Zhan standing on the Sumeru Throne warship, and the grim-faced City Lord Zhou beside him. She instantly understood most of what was going on.

"Junior Sister Feng, it's your turn to steer the boat," Song Qiuyu decided immediately.

Feng Ling Shuang was taken aback: "What about you, Senior Sister?"

Song Qiuyu took a deep breath: "I'll go ask what's going on. If you sense something's wrong later, quickly steer the boat and take Young Master Dong to the Desolate Ancient Holy Land."

"What about you, Senior Sister?" Feng Ling Shuang asked anxiously.

"Don't worry about me, I have my own way of getting away." Song Qiuyu patted the back of her hand, his tone calm. "Besides, I am, after all, a disciple of the Sword Peak of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land. They won't dare to do anything to me."

"No, it's too dangerous! I'll go!" Feng Ling Shuang gritted her teeth and was about to walk forward.

Song Qiuyu grabbed her arm, his expression solemn: "Ling Shuang, you are the future Holy Maiden, and a genius on whom the sect places high hopes. You can't take the risk, so I'll go instead."

Feng Ling Shuang's lips moved, but in the end, she didn't say anything in rebuttal. She knew that her senior sister was right.

Song Qiuyu leaped into the air, riding her sword, and flew towards the dock.

On the deck of the spirit boat, Feng Ling Shuang clenched her fists, her eyes slightly red.