AIR Chapter 179

Chapter 179

The news had spread throughout the ten sects like a meteor. The lady was free. Fey Lin Fo of the Eternal Darkness Sect now roamed free and unrestrained and she was most likely still within the realm. 

A tenth rank or higher could traverse into the void from any point, but a ninth realm still needed to search for the natural exits present within Ah-Marin and the exits were all guarded by one of the ten sects. 

The Ten Sect's alliance, which was an alliance of the Ten Great Sects that watched all trade and movement within the realm, guarded the largest one. 

Mo Whe frowned at this news. 

He had pity for Fey Lin, really he did. She was done an unjust wrong and even climbing up the ranks of power couldn’t save her. 

He hoped she had fled and found peace somewhere, but there was a decree coming down from the higher ups. The leader of the sect, Mo Whe’s Father, Long Whe and a number of his allies had left the realm a while back for various reasons. 

Mo Whe suspected they were on a diplomacy mission. They had gathered members of the other great sects and had set out just a few weeks ago. For Fey Lin Fo to escape at this moment, she had to have known.

And the most likely leak was someone within their sect, possibly someone within the Whe Clan. Mo was far down the list of suspects. He had known, vaguely, about when they would leave and he had discussed the matter with Gu Xin thoroughly, but all he had given her were speculations, not facts.

People gossiped and surely that wasn’t a crime. But still, it was a bureaucratic burden upon him. That, and these sudden Immortal Bandits that seemed to have struck his region of governance upset him. 

He had many jobs, but key amongst them was keeping the peace. 

“Do we not have eyes on them anymore?” Mo Whe asked. 

“We were tracking them through the forest, Lord Whe, but they seemed to have vanished just a few feet outside of it.”

A tall muscular man stood in front of Mo Whe, his hands holding out papers that Mo Whe took a hold of. He flipped through the papers, each page documenting the types of methods used to track those men. 

They had slaughtered several sects already, all of which Mo Whe had to rebuild and aid in finding peace. Infighting between regions and local sects was one thing, it was a local thing he would leave for them to work out, but foreign immortals? That was something he would have to deal with.

“Divination, qi tracking, blood location, all of that failed?” Mo Whe asked with slight doubt in his voice. 

“Yes, Lord Whe.”

Mo Whe closed his eyes. It seemed that the Whe clan was having problems from the very top to the local region he watched over. 

“Should I send for--”

“No. Bothering the clan or sect for even the measliest of resources would be unwise at this time. Thankfully, this happened when Long Whe was gone otherwise the blame would be firmly on his shoulders. Instead, when he returns he can throw the blame onto the sect instead of just our Whe clan.”

Though the Dao knows all of us are guilty. Mo Whe thought. 

“No, I shall have to handle this myself,” he added. 

“As you wish,” the man bowed before leaving Mo Whe to his thoughts. 

The truth was that not all  cultivators were made the same. 

Someone of Whe’s breeding could easily fight off or even kill any backwoods immortal without worry. 

He could handle all three of them, and if he looked at the map correctly, their location, while thinly veiled, was obvious. 

They didn’t know they were being followed so their aim seemed to be in a singular direction, but even if it wasn’t Mo Whe could guess their target. 

“Too slow and too fast,” Mo Whe murmured. 

They were moving too slow to avoid being tracked and they were somewhat careless with their violence. They probably assumed that Mo Whe wouldn’t care to come after them. They were a migratory band of bandits after all and since he kept spies in regions that weren’t his to govern, he had heard of their actions. 

He was the only one who spied on others. He knew this because his neighboring governors were far too lazy to care about what happened in their own territory, much less his. But borders were not walls and trade, as well as people traveled through them. 

So Mo Whe was very aware of these bandits and their methods of operation, and the more aware he became, the more disgusted he grew. 

But aside from their more animalistic tendencies, he knew that they didn’t waste their time in lazy pursuits. If they were headed somewhere, it was in search of resources. 

And their current speed implied that they were traveling somewhere, in search of something. 

And in that small area, directly in their path was one small region. Region number 11276, the place where two new immortals could be found. 

The bandits were most likely headed there, and if Mo Whe wanted to finish them off, there would be the best spot to make a stand. He could support the local immortals and aid them in their defense, and hopefully the older immortal, the one with the broken dao would have enough strength to prevent the bastards from escaping. 

Their current disappearance bothered Mo Whe too much as it is. Did they have some teleport artifact? 

They were a common thing, but the longer the distance, the more expensive the artifact. Smaller teleports were common but to fully appear untraceable even by Mo’s retinue of trackers, that hinted at other possibilities. 

He could capture them all if they tried to flee or fight, but teleports capable of that much distance may allow them to escape, and Mo would not allow that. 

He got up and put on his regal governor's robe. On its back was his Sect’s Symbol, along with his clan name.

He tied his robe and smacked his belly with a fat fueled force and went to handle his lands.