Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 28: Chapter 27

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"Shang Zhang calls for me?" Ling Xuan repeated, his frown deepening with disbelief. "If you want to meet him, you have to follow me," the youth responded, ignoring Ling Xuan's scepticism. Ling Xuan hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Lead the way," he said curtly. To Ling Xuan, this was the right choice, as he still lacked crucial information about Mythical Beasts. Why would he miss the chance to talk to the individual who first provided him with those initial insights? "And I don’t think Shang Zhang would dare attack me, especially since I’m currently the Sect's top priority," Ling Xuan thought, reassuring himself. With this reasoning, he followed the disciple. —------------------------------ To say it was a lush area would be an understatement. The landscape was a vibrant tapestry of diverse flora, with colourful flowers and towering trees intermingling harmoniously. Various species of plants, some with broad leaves and others with delicate blossoms, created a rich mosaic of greenery. A crystal-clear river meandered through the scene, its gentle babbling providing a soothing soundtrack as it nourished the thriving vegetation. Birds with iridescent feathers flitted between the branches, their melodious songs adding to the area's enchanting ambiance. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor and illuminating patches of wildflowers. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of damp soil, making it a true paradise for anyone fortunate enough to wander through it. “I take back my previous statement. In a place like this, he could easily launch an attack," Ling Xuan muttered, a wry smile forming on his lips as he surveyed his surroundings. The lush vegetation and the river's soft murmur now seemed less inviting and more like potential cover for an ambush. "Junior Xuan has finally arrived!" a cheerful voice called out to Ling Xuan. Yet Ling Xuan couldn’t pinpoint the source of the voice. Suddenly, there was a loud thud as the disciple who had led him to this location collapsed to the ground. "What the...!" Ling Xuan exclaimed, alarmed. His eyes darted around frantically as he tried to locate Shang Zhang. At that moment, he felt someone pat his shoulder. He quickly stepped back and turned around, ready to face whatever was behind him. .It was none other than Shang Zhang, his white robe cascading in the wind, untamed by any resistance. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and authority, and a faint, knowing smile played on his lips. "No need to get worked up, Ling Xuan! I’m not here to fight," Shang Zhang reassured, waving his hands in a gesture of surrender. “How should I trust you ?” “Oh you can’t but I think you already know I have come here in peace don’t you ?” Shang Zhang smiled. Hearing this Ling Xuan lowered his guard as he knew that Shang Zhang was indeed correct, with Shang Zhang’s sheer strength Ling Xuan would’ve died the moment he entered the jungle. "Why did you call me?" Ling Xuan asked, his brow furrowed in suspicion. "Oh, I just wanted to meet you, nothing much," Shang Zhang replied casually. "Apologies, but I find it hard to believe that you would sneak into one of the Great Sects just to 'meet me'," Ling Xuan rebuked, his tone sceptical. Shang Zhang shrugged, his expression calm and unruffled. "Oh, I know it's hard to believe, but sometimes truth can be stranger than fiction, Little Xuan." Ling Xuan's frown deepened, uncertainty flickering in his eyes as he tried to gauge Shang Zhang's intentions. "Who are you, Shang Zhang? What is your real identity?" Ling Xuan asked, his tone edged with curiosity and caution. "Oh, I'll tell you, but let's sit first," Shang Zhang suggested, gesturing for Ling Xuan to join him on a large stone beside the riverbank. Ling Xuan hesitated briefly before settling beside Shang Zhang, his gaze fixed on the enigmatic figure beside him. "Now, where shall I begin?" Shang Zhang mused aloud, a faint smil