The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 861: Negotiating Terms with Burning Man Valley

Chapter 861: Chapter 861: Negotiating Terms with Burning Man Valley

Li Qing’s voice was loud, but it didn’t carry far, just like before, it vanished without a trace.

The silence around them was as if some unknown entity had forcefully pressed the pause button.

There was no sound of the wind, no chirping of insects or birds.

Beyond the bright lights, the only remainder of the world seemed to be the full moon suspended high above, amid patches of bright red earth.

In fact, even the moon didn’t look quite normal, as if it were ringed with a halo of red.

Li Qing let out a cold laugh, "Alright, you’re not giving me face, huh? Then don’t blame me."

Originally, after his master and Hong Fang Zhenren had spoken, Li Qing still harbored intentions to communicate properly with the entity of this place, as violent demolition wasn’t desirable; with Thunder falling, this place could be completely destroyed.

Hong Fang Zhenren said it should be given a chance to grow, to see what kind of a monstrous form it could take.

But Li Qing was even less willing to let people die, even though Brother Hu and his bunch of bastards weren’t exactly saints.

Still, life should be priceless.

It couldn’t be valued in such a way.

What Li Qing hadn’t noticed was that Brother Hu’s live streams were still running.

Although, because all the phones were facing upwards, the viewers didn’t see Li Qing’s face, but Li Qing’s words were clearly transmitted into the live stream, reaching the audience that totaled over ten thousand.

Through the unremitting efforts of Brother Hu and the others, the number of viewers in their live streams had grown considerably.

Brother Hu’s main account currently had the most viewers, reaching more than five thousand.

As Li Qing’s voice broadcasted, those who were still squatting in the live stream, waiting to see what would happen, instantly became active, and the barrage of comments zipped across the screen.

"Bro, is Brother Hu putting on a show for us again?"

"Look, look, the show’s starting, and he’s talking pretty arrogantly."

"Hahaha, sounds so chuuni, ’you’ll blame me if you don’t give face’, huh."

"Guys, I bet two ultra-thins that next up, Brother Hu’s definitely going to perform some ghost-catching for us."

"But this place is really creepy though, if Brother Hu is really acting, he has invested quite a bit this time."

"I agree with that, the scene where he dropped his phone seemed real, the red mud splatting on his neck looked like a hand, it was genuinely frightening."

...

Suddenly, a thunderclap tore through the clear skies, followed by thick purple lightning bolts appearing out of nowhere, stretching out like tentacles toward Burning Man Valley. The electric arcs flickered menacingly, carrying the authority of Heavenly Dao, and in between, one could almost hear a series of screams.

Following a few seconds of silence, the barrage in the live streams flared up wildly.

"Holy shit, purple lightning!"

"Did I just see that?"

"What’s so strange about it? It’s just purple lightning. We sometimes see purple lightning normally too."

"No, bro, it’s a clear night tonight! Look at that big moon, there’s not a cloud in sight. Thunder out of a clear sky, and it’s purple too, you telling me that’s not strange?"

"Uh... that does seem a bit."

"You guys think, could it have been done by that guy just now?"

"Isn’t that guy just Brother Hu?"

"What are you talking about, are you hard of hearing? That voice could not be Brother Hu’s. Brother Hu speaks like a wild boar howling, but that voice was magnetic, obviously two different people."

"Seems like it."

"Impossible, impossible, how can anyone summon lightning out of thin air? To control lightning for one’s own use, wouldn’t that mean becoming a god?"

"Not necessarily though, cultivators should be able to do it, shouldn’t they? Anyway, I’m a new fan, and I’ve been camping in the live stream room these past few days just to see cultivators. As for those statements Brother Hu released, whoever wants to believe them can go ahead, but I remain skeptical about all this stuff."

"I feel the same way. The incidents before were pretty strange already. Those two cultivators seemed so genuine and then, in the blink of an eye, Brother Hu was sipping tea in the police station and recording a statement for us, saying they weren’t cultivators. Doesn’t that seem a bit like ’there’s no silver here, three hundred taels’?"

"I’m just stubborn like that. I didn’t believe him when he first said those two were cultivators, and I didn’t believe him later when he said they weren’t. So, my current stance is, I think those two really are cultivators."

"Listen, someone’s talking again."

...

Actually, Li Qing wasn’t talking at the moment.

But something was indeed speaking.

It was the voice of the wind.

Wind had come to Burning Man Valley, arriving from all directions, circling around Li Qing, like whispers in gentle murmurs.

Although the voice was indistinct, it truly resembled the sound of someone speaking.

But Li Qing’s ability to understand was limited; he couldn’t grasp what the wind was trying to tell him.

"Cut the chatter. Your rustling and sighing are indecipherable. Wake these people up for me, and don’t allow any more incidents where people get hurt. Otherwise, you’ll just dissipate into thin air," Li Qing said sternly.

Even though he was at the Qi Cultivation Stage, his physical strength was somewhat lacking when it came to fighting people.

But when dealing with these entities, he considered himself at least half an expert.

Once the rumble of Heavenly Thunder fell, even the powerful being from Li Yuanxian’s tomb had to be cautious.

The sound of the wind seemed to sob, like a gentle dancing girl swirling around Li Qing.

It didn’t carry a strong resentment; from the wind’s form, it seemed more like it was apologizing or trying to explain something.

But Li Qing still couldn’t understand. He furrowed his brows and demanded, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"If you want to speak human language, then speak it properly so I can understand. If you can’t speak human language, then save your breath. Just wake these people up, and I won’t do anything to you."

"But if you don’t do as I say, then I’m sorry, I might have to target you."

The wind seemed to become agitated, swirling madly in front of Li Qing, and even attempting to etch words on the ground.

Li Qing’s brows furrowed. What on earth was it trying to convey?

Suddenly, he smacked his forehead. "My fault, I forgot again."

Earlier, Jing Yan and his master had mentioned, to communicate with these entities, one should use Divine Sense.

But he was always dealing with people, and he inadvertently forgot about this.

While speaking, he extended his Divine Sense, carefully feeling out the whirl of wind in front of him.

A little girl’s voice suddenly resounded in his mind.

"Big brother, how can you be so silly, Divine Sense ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..."

That string of ’ah’s made Li Qing furrow his brows tightly, worried she might run out of breath.

"I just forgot, what is it that you want to say?" Li Qing asked.

This time, it suddenly changed into a middle-aged man’s voice, "Zhenren, they have violated the taboos of this place and must pay with their lives!"

"Are you saying you won’t give face?" Li Qing asked coldly.

"Hee hee, that’s not it, little brother, you can exchange their lives as well." It was another little girl’s voice.