Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 956 - 282: [Yunzhao]

Since it had come to this, Chen Yan couldn’t refuse anymore, especially since the person knew Jiang Mo, indicating they weren’t someone with ill intentions.

Moreover...

While the other person was speaking, Chen Yan had already taken a good look at the carriage.

The carriage was crafted with great precision, painted with gold lacquer. Chen Yan could smell the scent of at least three kinds of artifact refining materials.

Moreover, there was a faint shimmer of precious light, clearly indicating there were a few arrays inside the carriage, likely used to reduce weight and absorb shocks.

The two steeds pulling the carriage were tall and sturdy. From their foreheads grew two bony horns—not as long as a unicorn’s, more akin to antlers.

Chen Yan knew this was a unique breed of the Domain Realm, called "dragon horses," supposedly crossbred with a trace of flood dragon blood.

These horses were often extraordinarily majestic, capable of carrying heavy loads, and had tremendous stamina for running, truly able to travel a thousand miles in a day.

Don’t underestimate the standard of traveling a thousand miles a day.

In the real world, although ancient people described thousand-mile horses as being able to travel a thousand miles by day and eight hundred by night...

Those were exaggerations, merely to express admiration for good horses using hyperbolic expressions.

In reality, horses as a species, most breeds are not adept at long-distance running.

Even the famously enduring Mongolian horses and Dian horses fall far short of traveling a thousand miles a day.

But these dragon horses...

Chen Yan knew better that these were considered "luxury items" in the Domain Realm.

They were items with little practical use, purely for show and ostentation.

For cultivators, traveling a thousand miles a day was as slow as a turtle!

Even using transportation tools, cultivators have many means to travel a thousand miles a day or even much faster.

Who needs such ancient and slow transport as horses?

Only some wealthy families would keep dragon horses as fancy but impractical things to decorate their facades.

In simple terms, they looked impressive and were used for ostentation.

The other party’s carriage was exquisite, and they used dragon horses to pull it, indicating their identity was extraordinary—being friends with an Inner Sect Disciple from the Holy Sect, their status was certainly not ordinary.

Would someone of such status bother to harm a passerby like himself?

With these thoughts, Chen Yan decisively nodded: "In that case, I will be intruding."

After saying so, he walked to the carriage, leaped up, bent down, and pushed open the carriage door, slipping inside.

Upon stepping inside, Chen Yan’s eyes widened!

The interior of the carriage was far from as cramped and narrow as he had imagined.

From the outside, the carriage, though luxurious and exquisite, was ultimately limited in space.

But upon getting inside, he found the space within was spacious; one didn’t even need to bend their neck or head, standing straight without touching the ceiling.

The interior space was equivalent to a small room of ten square meters.

On the left side, there was a row of wooden cabinets with seven or eight drawers.

In front was a low table, set with drinks, fruits, and candied snacks.

This space, so large, must have been achieved by setting up some formidable array.

Two cushions faced each other across the table, a black-robed man sat opposite Chen Yan, with cloud-like long hair and bright, large eyes, very handsome in appearance.

Seeing Chen Yan come in, the black-robed man raised his hand, pointed to the cushion opposite him, and smiled: "Have a seat."

Chen Yan cupped his hands, walked over, sat down, and looked up at the black-robed man, suddenly struck dumb!

It wasn’t due to the man’s strikingly handsome looks, but rather...

On either side of his temples, there were two rows of fine, delicate...

Feathers!

Except they were black as well, blending with the hair, and had not been clear at a distance, but now visible up close.

"Oh? Sir...", Chen Yan quietly said.

The black-robed man smiled mildly, bringing his hands together for a salute: "Yun Zhao of the Black Feathered Lark Race, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist."

Black Feathered Lark Race?

Lark?!

"Are you of the Demon Race?" Chen Yan took a breath, his expression turning serious: "If you are of the Demon Race, why are you heading to North City?"

Yun Zhao was momentarily stunned, then firmly observed Chen Yan, and soon expressed a look of realization, laughing: "Fellow Daoist, you seem unfamiliar with the Demon Race."

Chen Yan shook his head: "Indeed, I am not familiar."

He sighed: "Nowadays, in the City of No Return, the Demon Race and Ghost Race are fiercely fighting, with North City as a buffer zone acknowledged by both sides. Aren’t you afraid of causing trouble by heading to North City?"

Yun Zhao burst into laughter but then picked up a cup to pour wine for Chen Yan, saying slowly: "You misunderstand, Fellow Daoist.

Our Black Feathered Lark Race is a part of the Demon Race on the southern slopes of southern Yishan in the Northern Territory. Though nominally the same race, we are not associated with the Demon Race from this Southern Border.

It’s my first time in the City of No Return, and I am here by family directive, to inspect the clan’s properties in the city.

As for the Demon Race here in the Southern Border..."

With that, Yun Zhao winked at Chen Yan, speaking in a strange tone: "You might understand it as them being a group of distant relatives I’ve never met or dealt with... still, they’re poor relatives."

After pausing, Yun Zhao sighed helplessly: "Demon Races of the world claim countless tribes—of course, it’s an exaggeration, but there are surely hundreds. The Domain Realm spans the breadth of the heavens and earth with demon races. For example, our demon region in the southern slopes of southern Yishan, and the Demon Race in the Southern Border, have no dealings or relations, and even the venerable demon ancestors we worship are not the same."

As he spoke, Yun Zhao curled his lips, smiling wryly: "But it’s not surprising for Fellow Daoists to have such prejudices. Although the Human Race and Demon Race coexist peacefully, they stand apart and are not well-understood. Many misunderstand them as a singular family of demon races worldwide; I am used to it."

Chen Yan, reacting quickly, instantly let out a relieved smile, saying, "I was ignorant—Fellow Daoist’s words are quite reasonable; in this world, even among the same Human Race, there are regional discriminations. Even with biases, even true blood relatives can become mortal enemies.

The countless demon races can’t all be one big family."

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[Here’s something: I have to go out tomorrow (Friday) to handle some affairs, and I’m not sure if I’ll be back in time to write, so just a heads up: tomorrow’s update isn’t certain. If I’m back late, there might be a one-day delay.

Even if I manage to return home in the evening, the update will be rather late, so don’t expect too much.

Regardless, there will be a regular update on Saturday.]

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