Chapter 3018: Three Traces
Some time passed after the ominous revelations in the Crimson Vine Province, and while Lin Mu was unaware of it and maintained a calm exterior, the undercurrent of tension had never left him.
His instincts had been rightâsomething was brewing in the dark corners of the world, and the silence from the Ephemera Sect only further confirmed that they were simply waiting. But now, a new development finally shook the silence of the Xian Sword Sect.
It was just after dawn when a summon arrived at Jade Echo Retreat. Daoist Chu was already sipping tea when a disciple hurried up the stone steps, bowed deeply, and delivered the jade transmission slip.
"The Grand Elder requests your presence at the Council Hall, immediately," the disciple said.
Lin Mu stepped out from his meditation chamber, already sensing the urgency in the message. Daoist Chu raised a brow, but said nothingâhe too could feel that something had shifted.
Minutes later, Lin Mu and Daoist Chu stood at the entrance of the Sectâs central Council Hall. The large doors opened to reveal a congregation of the Xian Sword Sectâs leading elders, including the always-serene Grand Elder Huo. The Patriarch was not present, but the air was heavy nonetheless.
"Come in," Grand Elder Huo said. "We have news."
Lin Mu stepped forward, his expression neutral but his heart quickening. "Is it about the missing elders?"
"Yes," Huo confirmed. "After years of silence, weâve finally found something."
He activated a memory crystal, and a faint image of a mountain range shimmered into the air, hazy but distinct. It pulsed with faint traces of sword intent and spiritual residue.
"Our scouts picked up two distinct traces of High Elders Luo and Gu Jin, in the northern stretches of the Fractured Mist Highlands. However..."
He waved his hand, and a second image appearedâthis one less defined, but still undeniable.
"...another sourceâan intelligence contact weâve maintained in the southern reachesâreported a trace similar to Elder Gu Jinâs spiritual signature, appearing in the Verdant Ash Basin. Itâs unstable and fragmented, but unusual enough to warrant attention."
Several elders muttered amongst themselves. The southern trace was unexpected, and more difficult to confirm. The Fractured Mist Highlands were closer and better mapped; the Verdant Ash Basin was treacherous, half-swallowed by Earth Energy turbulence and home to several rogue cultivator groups.
"We intend to divide our search," Grand Elder Huo continued. "A formal investigation squad, composed of multiple inner sect elders and selected disciples, will pursue the northern traces."
Daoist Chu stepped forward. "And the southern one?"
The Grand Elder looked directly at Lin Mu. "Thatâs where we need discretion... and intuition. We cannot afford another loss. Lin Mu, Iâd prefer you to lead that effort."
"I was already going to volunteer," Lin Mu replied without hesitation. "My instincts tell me the south is where weâll find the truth. If this is a trap, Iâm best suited to survive it."
Some of the elders shifted at that, but none disagreed.
One of the younger council members raised a concern, "If Lin Mu is going alone, we must at least ensure that contact is maintained. If this is a move by the Ephemera Sect, we canât afford more disappearances."
"Iâll maintain constant communication," Lin Mu assured. "And Iâll leave relay talismans behind in intervals. If contact is severed, the signals will alert the sect."
Grand Elder Huo nodded in agreement. "Good. And with the Patriarch out of seclusion now, we are not as vulnerable as we once were. If something happens, he can act."
"But we must be cautious," Lin Mu interjected. "We canât move the Patriarch lightly. His presence alone can ripple across the worldâs layers. If the Ephemera Sect has even half the divination power I suspect, they will feel it. Theyâll know weâve found something."
From behind the gathered elders, a voice spokeâcalm but resolute.
"Agreed."
The elders turned as the Patriarch entered the chamber, walking with the quiet strength of a mountain hidden in mist. Dressed in simple white and gray robes, his presence subdued the atmosphere in an instant.
"Lin Mu is right," the Patriarch said. "My emergence from seclusion was already a calculated risk. I can act when the time comes, but for now... our movements must remain like shadow beneath snow."
He stepped beside Lin Mu, eyes glancing at the faint outline of the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath upon his back.
"If the moment comes... I will arrive. No matter the distance."
Lin Mu bowed lightly. "Thank you, Patriarch."
The council spent the next hour coordinating supplies, intelligence relay mechanisms, and finalizing the personnel assignments for the northern team. Daoist Chu and Meng Bai would go with Lin Mu as expected.
A few elders were concerned about Lin Mu bringing Meng Bai along as he was not an immortal yet, but the Grand Elder said nothing would happen with Lin Mu there. He was a lot stronger than before after all.
Grand Elder Huo would remain in the sect, acting as a backup should Lin Muâs connection falter, and he would also oversee the overall coordination from the Council Hall.
With the meeting concluded, Lin Mu returned to Jade Echo Retreat to make his own preparations.
He checked his storage rings, refreshed his talismans, and looked over mission scrolls that detailed the geography as well as the information about local powers. The Sword Cradle Divine Sheath pulsed faintly on his back, almost as if it too was eager for the journey ahead. Afternoon Pine and Ocean Raker hummed within it, resonating with readiness.
By the time the sun had reached its apex, Lin Mu was ready.
As he stood at the edge of the retreat, looking out across the sweeping expanse of the sect, he took a deep breath.
No longer was he the same young cultivator who had ran into the forest seeking a path. Now, hewasthe pathâforged by trials, sharpened by will.
And somewhere out there, the truth awaited him.
Without another word, he rose into the air along with Daoist Chu and Meng Bai, soaring out of the sectâs bounds, heading southâtoward the Verdant Ash Basin, toward the unknown.
And perhaps, toward the very heart of the storm that had yet to reveal itself.