The green light retreated hastily, but still couldn’t defend in time. With one palm strike, the green light illusion was shattered, revealing his true appearance.
He was of average height, with honest features, looking even somewhat kindly. But his eyes were like those of a wolf, chilling when he stared at people without smiling.
He covered the wound on his shoulder and smiled, curving his lips, “Venerable Jinghe truly has good schemes. So real yet unreal, even I don’t know your current cultivation level!”
Even though his heart demon was acting up and his cultivation level had greatly decreased, in their previous two encounters he could only fight to a draw, but now he could easily shatter his disguise illusion.
Chu Jun, in a floating white robe, looked at him coldly, finally finding this person in his distant memories. “Ning Fan?”
Ning Fan laughed loudly, “We only met once in the Floating Sky Realm back then. I’m flattered that you still remember an insignificant person like me! How rare indeed!”
Their conversation echoed throughout the entire Chansheng Dao Field. Even Hao Zheng and Wang Bin, who were battling in the void, tacitly stopped and looked towards them.
“A… a member of the Ning family?” Someone who was still clear-headed exclaimed in shock. “Wasn’t Ning Buwei the only one left in the Ning family?”
“Who is Ning Fan? Why have we never heard of him?” Others were confused.
Ning Fan stared intently at Chu Jun, laughing with great satisfaction, “This Seven Killings Formation today was specially prepared for you, Venerable Jinghe. All the cultivators present are living sacrifices prepared for you!”
Hao Zheng flew up and stood beside Chu Jun, saying sternly, “The Seven Killings Formation is a forbidden technique in the seventeen states! How can it be used casually!”
However, Patriarch Wang Bin stood on Ning Fan’s side, smiling, “Since it has appeared, there must be a reason for its existence. Dean Hao, let’s talk about this if you can make it out alive today.”
“Prepare to break the formation!” Hao Zheng shouted angrily. The elders of Wanxuan Academy, who had been silent until now, all stood up.
“The Wei family is willing to lend a hand!” The Wei brothers, Wei Xuesong and Wei Yuquan, along with their family elders, also stood behind Wanxuan Academy.
“The Sang clan of Canghai Tower cannot stand idly by!” Sang Tian also brought people to express their stance.
There was Wei family and Wanxuan Academy taking the lead, and moreover, with the reputation of Venerable Jinghe intimidating here, the still sober cultivators flew up one after another to prepare to break the formation.
The Wang family members naturally stood behind Wang Bin.
Ning Fan clapped his hands and laughed loudly, “Then today I’ll let you know how formidable this Seven Killings Formation is! Come!”
As soon as he shouted angrily, a strange airflow penetrated the entire arena. Those cultivators who had gone mad and were killing each other seemed to have heard a call, and they surprisingly rode their swords to stand on Ning Fan’s side.
In comparison, the number of mad cultivators on Ning Fan’s side was even greater.
Most importantly, those controlled cultivators were the younger generation they had carefully nurtured, and his intentions could not be more vicious.
Ning Fan first pretended to sigh, and then laughed again. “The show of killing each other… it’s truly never tiresome to watch.”
Countless green parasitic insects surged out from the ground, flapping their wings and flying, suddenly rushing towards Hao Zheng’s side. The mad cultivators followed closely, completely disregarding their sect relationships at this time, having to fight each other for survival.
Hao Zheng and Wang Bin finally no longer limited themselves to fighting in the void. The two Hinayana Realm powerhouses finally engaged in real combat, and in an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled.
Ning Fan looked at Chu Jun, with black incantations flowing in his hand, suddenly attacking him, “I want to see how long you can hold up with your heart demons and blood qi!”
Chu Jun took this palm strike head-on, and the black markings on his shoulder immediately began to spread, quickly crawling up half of his face.
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Feng Zizhang controlled the Heavenly Wave Ruler to stop above the Flowing Cloud Pavilion, and said tearfully. “Father has too much confidence in us, how can we retrieve this Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud?”
Jiang Yizheng took out a waist token from her sleeve, on which was carved the characters ‘Sang Yun’, and it bore the seal of the Canghai Tower, “Father stuffed this to me when he threw me up here.”
Feng Zizhang still had no confidence, “But how do we use this token? Surely you can’t just wave it above the Flowing Cloud Pavilion and it will open itself—”
Jiang Yizheng casually waved it, and the Flowing Cloud Pavilion beneath the Heavenly Wave Ruler suddenly began to shake, making cracking sounds, and like a blooming flower petal, revealed the entrance in the middle.
“…right?” Feng Zizhang stared in shock with wide eyes, and after a long while he said, “This works too!?”
Jiang Yizheng pulled him to jump down from the Heavenly Wave Ruler.
“Wait, the ruler!” Feng Zizhang recalled the incantation that Ning Buwei had transmitted to him earlier and stuffed the ruler into his sleeve.
The two of them followed the rotating wooden stairs all the way down, and saw a palm-sized treasure enshrined in the center of the room. It was shaped like a flowing cloud, looking soft and fluffy, with purple mist shrouding it, surrounded by flowing light and colors, with extraordinarily rich spiritual energy.
However, this thing was densely surrounded by countless formations, and they had no idea how to solve them.
Jiang Yizheng looked down at the waist token in her hand.
Feng Zizhang couldn’t help but say, “Surely this token can’t open these formations too—”
Jiang Yizheng boldly took a step forward, stopping at the edge of the layers upon layers of formations, gripped the token and tentatively extended it forward. Countless formations instantly dissipated, and that palm-sized flowing cloud swayed gently and floated into her palm.
Feng Zizhang: “…right.”
Jiang Yizheng patted his shoulder approvingly, “Zizhang, in the future, if you can speak, say more.”
Feng Zizhang: “……”
This Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud lived up to its name. Holding it in hand was like grasping a soft, fluffy cloud. Just holding it was refreshing, calming one’s mind. Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang each curiously pinched it once.
“Let’s quickly take this to Father,” Jiang Yizheng said.
Feng Zizhang took out the Heavenly Wave Ruler, just about to enlarge it, when they heard heavy footsteps. The two looked towards the sound and saw Chu Xin, covered in blood, supporting himself on the stair railing as he walked up.
Both parties were surprised to see each other.
“How did you get in here!?” Chu Xin, who had struggled through 81 checkpoints and nearly died to climb up here, looked incredulously at the unscathed Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng, his expression gradually darkening.
“Just, just a click, and we were in,” Feng Zizhang stammered.
Jiang Yizheng, quick-handed, was about to stuff the Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud into her sleeve when Chu Xin, with bloodshot eyes, suddenly pounced on her.
Jiang Yizheng raised her sword to block but couldn’t stop him. She was violently thrown back, crashing hard against the wall.
“Hand over the Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud!” Chu Xin approached her step by step.
“Impossible!” Feng Zizhang controlled the Heavenly Wave Ruler to suddenly crash towards him. After Chu Xin dodged, he went to Jiang Yizheng by the wall, pulled her onto the Heavenly Wave Ruler, and before Chu Xin could react, flew rapidly towards the Changsheng Dao Field.
“Stop!” Even though Chu Xin was severely injured from the Flowing Cloud Pavilion’s traps, he refused to give up, quickly chasing after them on his sword.
“Not good, he’s about to catch up!” Feng Zizhang exclaimed in alarm. He supported Jiang Yizheng and said, “I’ll hold him back, Xiao Jiang, you quickly take this thing to Father.”
“But you’re no match for Chu Xin!” Jiang Yizheng disagreed.
“It’s okay, I have the Heavenly Wave Ruler Father gave me, and don’t you remember? I’m especially lucky, I definitely won’t die!” Feng Zizhang patted his chest.
Jiang Yizheng first shook her head with red eyes, then nodded firmly, “Then Zizhang, take care.”
After speaking, she decisively jumped onto her own broad sword and flew away.
Feng Zizhang: “……”
Ah, truly a decisive sister.
He controlled the Heavenly Wave Ruler to suddenly whirl around, blocking the pursuing Chu Xin in front of him, and drew his own sword.
Chu Xin looked at him contemptuously, “You think a Foundation Establishment realm waste like you can stop me?”
Feng Zizhang’s hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he didn’t forget to correct, “I’m already at the Golden Core realm!”
Chu Xin smiled mockingly, “Oh, I’m at the God Transformation realm.”
Feng Zizhang swallowed hard, “You still won’t get past me!”
Chu Xin drew his long sword, sneering, “Fine, then I’ll just kill you!”
On the other side, Jiang Yizheng crouched on her broad sword, flying unsteadily. She was now extremely grateful that she had followed her father’s advice to seek guidance from Venerable Jinghe, at least breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm to fly on a sword. Yet she regretted not practicing diligently, now not daring to stand on the sword.
Fortunately, the Jade Spirit Pill was extremely effective. She could fly very fast without using her own spiritual power. Otherwise, with the gu in her body acting up, she feared she would die even faster.
She flew to the outside of the Changsheng Dao Field while thinking about various random things. She saw that the vast Dao Field seemed to have generated a huge arc-shaped barrier. Inside, a blood mist permeated, making it impossible to see clearly. Outside, two figures were engaged in intense combat. At her level, she could only see two constantly shifting afterimages, unable to distinguish who was who.
She anxiously paced back and forth, holding the Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud in her hand. Finally, having no other option, she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Father! Which one are you!? We’ve brought the item!”
Ning Buwei, who was entangled in a fight with Xie Jiu, flipped his Suzaku narrow knife and violently shook off Xie Jiu, flying towards Jiang Yizheng. However, Xie Jiu pursued relentlessly, entangling him again.
Jiang Yizheng was anxious and sweating profusely. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she shouted. “Father, make the pattern of that piece of clothing Xiao Shan likes the most, and I’ll send it to you with my sword!”
Ning Buwei casually used his spiritual power to blast open a small dog shape in the distance, making as if to fly in that direction. Xie Jiu swiftly flew over, but unexpectedly, behind him, Ning Buwei used spiritual power to blast open a giant duckling shape.
“Father! Catch!” Jiang Yizheng attached the Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud to her broad sword, mustered all her strength to infuse it with spiritual power, and hurled the sword towards the direction of the duck.
With her excellent eyesight, the broad sword hit the duck’s head directly.
Ning Buwei grabbed the Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud and slammed it heavily onto the center of the arc-shaped barrier of the Changsheng Dao Field.
Xie Jiu finally realized he had been tricked. Ning Buwei had been stalling him for so long to secretly set up an array and then modify it with the Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud. He immediately shouted angrily. “Stop!”
However, it was too late. The Soul-Calming Flowing Cloud in Ning Buwei’s hand suddenly expanded dozens of times, and the arc-shaped barrier covering the Changsheng Dao Field shattered with a boom!
The people who were fighting relentlessly inside the Dao Field simultaneously looked up at the sound.
They saw a man in flowing black clothes standing high in the sky, wielding a knife with cold eyes. He was standing on a large, soft, and fluffy white cloud. On his left was a big blue dog shaking its head and sticking out its tongue, and on his right was a cute-looking big yellow duck with a broad sword piercing its head.
The vast Dao Field fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
Ning Xiu, who was being held by Cui Yuanbai and hiding in a dark corner, looked at this scene with sparkling eyes. He excitedly clapped his little hands once, “Ah~”
Father is so impressive~
