Splash—

The sea breeze, carrying large raindrops, pattered against the serious faces of everyone in Bureau 749.

Old Zhong reached out to test the wind direction and exclaimed with elation, "The wind direction has changed! It's shifting southeast! It's really changed!"

The old man was so happy that he danced around and kept reaching out as if trying to grab something from the air.

Upon hearing this, Liu Wenjin felt completely at ease, closed her eyes, and let her body fall.

Zhao Li beckoned and took his limp body into his arms. With a blank expression, he took the gourd from his waist and fed it to Liu Wenjin, who was still spitting blood, a little bit at a time.

My whole old face twitched with heartache.

Before coming, he bought some spiritual spring water from Ruan Xianxian in the name of Bureau 749, but the brat demanded an exorbitant price from him.

Fortunately, this time she didn't ask for any rare or precious herbs or beg for money!

The spiritual spring was scarce, so Zhao Li diluted it with half a pot of water for emergency use.

After drinking the spiritual spring water, Liu Wenjin's complexion visibly recovered. Seeing him open his eyes, Zhao Li threw him aside and looked down.

Sun Miaoyan opened her eyes at that moment, a hint of wonder remaining in them, and nodded vigorously.

"It doesn't seem like much has changed yet, but if this trend continues, the typhoon will cross the Taiwan Strait and enter the East China Sea. Then, it will be up to the people on the shore to deal with it."

Half a day later, a team from Pingtan County stood ready amidst the fierce wind and torrential rain.

As the magic array activated, a swift figure stood within it, taking the Heavenly Gang Step. With each step, a gust of wind rose behind him, uprooting houses and trees from the ground.

The Taoist priest stood motionless within the formation.

With the final step, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment, and the earth beneath their feet trembled violently.

The old Taoist priest looked up at the shaking earth beneath his feet and laughed wildly. As he laughed, blood began to trickle from Qiqiao's body. He waved to the anxious children who had gathered around him.

His body remained unmoved: "No need to trouble yourself. To be the core of this mystical formation even once in my lifetime is enough for this old Daoist to die with..."

Before he could utter the last word, someone rushed up, unscrewed the bottle cap, and guzzled the spiritual spring water into the old Taoist's mouth.

"We won't die! The elders have prepared life-saving elixir; none of us will die!"

After the old Taoist priest caught his breath and his eyes widened, the group helped each other to the shore. Watching the waves rise higher and higher, they felt much more at ease.

It was a success!

It really worked!

Along the coast, arrays lit up, and mystical practitioners fell one by one, only to be rescued by the spiritual spring.

The typhoon that entered the East China Sea was pushed further and further away by the formation, and no one tried to reduce its wind force, but only tried to change its course.

Following this trajectory, it will head straight for South Korea along the East China Sea.

Ningbo Coast

A human formation composed of Taoists and Buddhists was on standby at all times. Looking around, the beach was teeming with people, some wearing monks' robes and others holding whisks.

The old Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain and the wrathful Vajra of the Buddhist temple stood at the front of the formation.

Helicopters were flying overhead, relaying messages back and forth.

One day passed, then two, and on the third day, as dawn broke, dark clouds gathered heavily over the sea, and a fierce wind howled, causing the monks' robes to flutter.

A fighter jet roared in from the sky, landed, and revealed a familiar face to Gu Chengxuan.

He handed the latest news to the two leaders and bowed his head deeply.

"Seniors, typhoons can make landfall in half a day or as little as 2-3 hours. Please... make preparations in advance."

After saying that, Gu Chengxuan quickly retreated to the side of the fighter jet.

The vast coastline was filled only with the sound of the wind. Looking at the two people at the head of the formation, whether they were Taoist disciples or young Buddhist monks, everyone who knew the next plan had tears in their eyes!

"Grandmaster!"

"Uncle-Master!"

Behind them came the cries of their disciples and grand-disciples, but the two sect leaders exchanged a glance and smiled, their smiles full of nonchalance.

An hour passed, and the two who had been resting with their eyes closed opened them simultaneously and spoke at the same time, "Time's up, gather your strength..."

Amidst the cries of countless people, they simultaneously raised their hands, the power gathering within them poised to be unleashed...

The whisk in the old Taoist priest's hand.

The staff in the hand of the wrathful Vajra.

They were thrown into the air at the same time.

A burst of light appeared, with two beams of light, one gold and one purple, shining from within the staff and whisk.

Those who were last, and also the weakest, were the first to fall.

Closely following them are the core forces.

The last two factions of elders are still holding on.

The old Taoist nodded, his voice booming, "Enough! Stop the spell."

As the light faded, the two weapons, imbued with power, returned to their hands.

Gu Chengxuan walked up again, his voice choked with emotion several times, "I'm seeing my two seniors off on their final journey."

The perilous task of piloting the plane close to the typhoon was entrusted to Gu Chengxuan, a renowned flying genius whose legs had recovered.

Only he, and he alone, can complete this mission that must succeed.

The fighter jet took off again and soared into the sky, while the Xuanmen disciples, now reduced to the size of ants, watched their grandmaster embark on his final journey.

Braving the wind, Gu Chengxuan remained fully focused, communicating with the two through his headset.

"Senior, the optimal strike point is just ahead. Please prepare."

The Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain remained expressionless, but the senior monk suddenly pointed to a spot diagonally behind him and asked, "What's that over there? Why is it emitting golden light?"

"There's still time, Xiao Gu, drive over and take a look."

Gu Chengxuan didn't see any golden light, nor did the Taoist priest, but the senior monk insisted that there was.

"At this point, can't you stop causing trouble?" the old Taoist priest said in exasperation.

In the end, due to the fierce-looking and unyielding abbot's insistence that Gu Chengxuan must unconditionally obey their orders, he had no choice but to go around in circles and return.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the fighter jets veered off course multiple times.

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