CHAPTER 931: CHAPTER 21: THE MISSING SEVENTH

Feigning surprise, he said: "These Three Heavenly Books are the Unnamed Taoist Scripture in three volumes of Heaven, Earth, and Man. The stele in Luoxue Valley clearly states that these Three Heavenly Books were written by the Immortals and scattered throughout the mortal world, and only those with a Heavenly Mandate can obtain them. Once mastered, one can achieve immortality and salvation of the world. Aren’t those the words left by you immortals?"

Shen Jizi shook his head and said: "Absolutely not. At that time, the seven of us merely left behind some treasures and cultivation techniques we no longer used. Where is there any method for achieving immortality?" After speaking, he was somewhat unsure, after all, it was a matter of three thousand years ago, and his memory was a bit blurry.

Moreover, among immortals, there are quite a few with eccentric personalities; could it be some Daoist’s way of amusing future generations?

He interrogated: "Come on, tell me, which Daoist left behind these Three Heavenly Books? What’s his title?"

"Wuming Taoist."

"Wuming Taoist? Haha, that’s strange. When we inscribed the stele, all seven of us left our names. There is no Wuming Taoist. Wuming, Wuming, dead without a trace. If you want to joke with me, don’t think that just because I’m not in the Mortal World, I can’t easily take your life."

As he spoke, with a raise of his hand, the temple door behind Xiao Jie slammed shut, and a gust of cold wind swept through the otherwise calm temple grounds.

Xiao Jie’s heart tightened. He had already witnessed the abilities of these Immortals today and knew that Shen Jizi wasn’t just making empty threats.

An immortal’s anger naturally spells bloodshed. While Xiao Jie’s heart pounded, his tone remained unchanged.

"Immortal, with what you say, I wouldn’t dare, even with ten times the courage. How about this: you tell me the names of those immortals, and I will tell you the names I saw on the stele. Then, who this Wuming Taoist is, the truth will naturally be revealed."

Shen Jizi, hearing this, also replied, "Then you listen carefully. At that time, the inscription was done by seven individuals: Emperor Longhua, Xuanxuzi, Dangmo Real Man, Tianxuan True Man, Martial Arts Immortal, and myself. These were the ones who inscribed the stele and left treasures in Luoxue Valley. There was no such Wuming Taoist."

Hearing this, Xiao Jie was initially confused, then shocked, and then delighted.

With a chuckle, he said: "Couldn’t the Immortal be unable to count? You just mentioned, that’s clearly only six people."

Shen Jizi was slightly taken aback, calculated with his fingers, and exclaimed in surprise: "It’s actually six?"

Then his face swiftly changed color, and he cried out, "It’s actually six people!"

The reason for Xiao Jie’s joy and Shen Jizi’s shock was the same.

In memory, it was clearly seven people who inscribed the stele, but now only six names could be recalled. Over the millennia, Shen Jizi had never realized this issue.

The name of this seventh immortal, at this moment, he couldn’t recall no matter what, not just the name or appearance, but not even a trace of impression.

But he was very clearly remembered that at the time of the inscription, it was indeed seven individuals.

To leave such an oversight in memory, for an immortal named with the word ’Shen Ji’ (Divine Machine), is truly unacceptable.

There must be a huge conspiracy behind this.

Xiao Jie, who originally intended to make a bluff to scare Shen Jizi, found it unnecessary now. This matter itself was a massive conspiracy, and it happened right beside Shen Jizi.

Shen Jizi apparently also realized this point. Being fooled for thousands of years without noticing is indeed a shocking operation.

Xiao Jie’s thoughts went deeper, as Shen Jizi’s reaction reminded him of the sudden disappearance of the Game Administration Bureau’s director in Beidou, who also left no memory trace.

Captain Lin had mentioned that more than one person had disappeared in this manner. It seemed that anyone who threatened the normal operation of the game would be mysteriously erased.

It was probably related to the game’s creators.

The magic skill used by Wuming Taoist seemed to come from the same origin, equally concealing perception. Could Wuming Taoist be related to the game’s creators?

Could he be a GM-like existence?

If viewed this way, probably all immortals could not recall this Wuming Taoist.

For himself, this was actually a good thing.

Xiao Jie picked up his notebook, quickly sketching out a new rhetoric.

"Did the Immortal never notice that one was missing? Let me guess, regarding that seventh person, is the Daoist unable to recall not just the name, but even appearance and features?"

"How do you know so clearly?"

Xiao Jie did not answer, "Does the Immortal want to capture this person? I might be able to assist."

Shen Jizi glanced at him, snorted coldly, and said: "Just you?"

"Yes, just me. I have a very deep understanding of this Wuming Taoist.

Ever since I acquired the first piece of the Unnamed Taoist Scripture, I started searching for this person’s whereabouts.

This individual’s planning is far-reaching, with vast divine skills, and his mana likely surpasses all of the immortals..."

Xiao Jie’s statement was naturally evident, as Wuming Taoist could shield perception from Shen Jizi, making them completely unable to remember. This person’s power obviously must be greater than Shen Jizi’s.

However, Shen Jizi calmly said: "Not necessarily. This type of immortal technique that shrouds the heavenly secrets and hides oneself, although ingenious, may not be truly powerful. It’s like the flying thief among mortals who can hide their presence, but may not have significant combat strength."

Though he spoke calmly, Xiao Jie always felt the other party was trying hard to restore dignity.

Yet he showed no mercy at all.

"Why deceive yourself, Immortal? If someone had fooled me for thousands of years, I wouldn’t dare to underestimate the other party."