Chapter 34 Forced Demolition
Yan Shiqun is also a top-tier fighter. Wen Tianyu's Heavenly Eye might play a crucial role, and someone needs to protect him. Yun Yuelin's letter only contained a few words, and it's unclear what the situation is like over there. Therefore, Qingjue arranged for them to go later, as a backup plan.
Both wiping out the enemy in one fell swoop and defeating them one by one are risky. Qingjue would rather choose the latter. Otherwise, if the green hills are gone, what's the use of rekindling the team spirit?
...Perhaps just having one backup plan isn't enough.
“Linglai Aju, you... stay here for now.”
Aju became anxious: "Why? We can help too."
Qingjue said, "No, that's not what I meant. We can't concentrate our forces too much. If the time is right or we encounter any danger, I will send you a message. You stay here and protect the Qing family and the elders."
After thinking about it, Aju felt that Qingjue's words made sense. They couldn't all rush over at once. He lowered his head and said, "Okay, Senior Sister Linglai and I will wait here."
Ruan Linglai gritted her teeth. Although she wanted to say something in rebuttal, she didn't say it in the end. Instead, she said, "Master, you must be careful."
Finally, Qingjue patted them both on the shoulders and comforted them, saying, "It's no big deal. There's no demon or monster in the world that I can't solve."
Qingjue stood up, twirled the Wanlifeng sword in his hand, and said, "Let's go."
Most of the Qing family members went to Liuchun.
Parting the clouds, one can see the territory of Liuchun. Unlike the Quanzhou and Zhangzhou people who live around Shuiyun Lake, Liuchun is nestled in layers of mountains, and beyond the mountains lies the boundless blue sea called "Xuanhai". The mountain people and fishermen are all under the protection of the Yun family. The Yun family's Cangshan Mountain stands facing Xuanhai, with the longest straight-line distance, reaching straight into the clouds as rumored.
You can't see the mountaintop from below.
Cultivation families all have some means of protecting their own clans, and the Qing family's Shuiyun Lake and the Yun family's Cangshan Mountain are good examples.
The mountaintop was beyond the reach of ordinary sword-wielding.
How could there be so many deaths and injuries?
It seems the residents below are still safe.
Therefore, the problem must have originated from within the Yun family.
But this only means that the opponent is more troublesome, because the opponent does not even need to attack ordinary people to threaten such a great cultivator.
Qingjue frowned and led his men to the foot of the mountain on their swords. There were restrictions above, and they could only continue after the communication jade token was unlocked.
The rest of the distance will have to be covered on foot.
Qingjue and his group quickly went up and opened the gate to the Yun family mountain. The scene that came into view made them all gasp.
It's blood, blood that has flowed all the way from the mountain road to here.
You can still vaguely see the remains of someone's limbs.
It made Qingjue hallucinate the moment the Quanzhou-Zhangzhou earthquake happened.
This is the main storyline...?
No, wake up, the plot is no longer important.
This is like an earthquake; it involves human lives.
"Go quickly!"
"yes!"
Beyond the mountain gate lies a cold, flat plain. It's extremely cold here because of the year-round snowfall. It turns out that this place isn't like a typical mountaintop; the Yun family isn't built on a cliff, but rather nestled in a recessed area surrounded by other structures.
But at this moment, the place was deathly silent; at least, all Qingjue could see was devastation.
The Qing family's reinforcements arrived quickly, but they still couldn't outpace this...disaster?
The disciples scattered to rescue the fallen members of the Yun family. Qingjue followed Xie Zhoujian, whose eyes were fixed on a spot ahead.
A dark cloud swirled above the main hall of the Yun family. The dark cloud spotted them and attacked them. Jie Zhoujian tried to rush forward, but Qingjue stopped him.
Qingjue held a folding fan, his spiritual power protecting the fan. With a wave of his hand, he could manipulate the clouds and rain, sending the black mist back to its original place.
A short-haired disciple rushed over, clutching his left arm in pain. Qingjue recognized him; he was the young disciple who had listened to him boast about his apprentice many years ago, and I think his name was Yun Xiang.
"Immortal Lord!!" Yun Xiang almost stumbled and lost his balance. He ran to Qing Jue and said, "Young Master... Young Master is still inside. There's a barrier outside, and we can't get in. Please go and help him!"
Qingjue: "He's alone? Where's your patriarch!"
When Yun was asked this question, her pupils contracted sharply, and an unprecedented sense of fear flashed in her eyes.
"The patriarch... the patriarch... is dead... and has turned into a black puddle..."
Yun Xiang was terrified and his words trembled. Qing Jue knew he couldn't listen to him anymore. With a glance, Jie Zhoujian took the lead and drew Fu Lan, swinging it forward.
The barrier in front of the main hall remained completely still.
Jie Zhoujian was also somewhat surprised. Qingjue frowned and said to Yunxiang, "Let's go find a Qing family disciple to treat our injuries first."
Yun nodded, knowing that there was no point in staying there, and stopped talking to Qingjue.
"Retreat during the day," Qingjue drew Wanlifeng, opened his folding fan, and poured all his spiritual power into the fan blades. "Follow me to break the formation."
Upon hearing this, Jie Zhoujian immediately retreated behind Qingjue and firmly planted Fulan into the ground in order to stabilize the earth veins at the top of Cangshan Mountain.
The folding fan drew several arcs in the air, forming a spell. A powerful force cleaved through the wind and was unleashed from the tip of the fan. Jie Zhoujian seized the opportunity and channeled his spiritual energy along the floating mist that had penetrated the ground, stabilizing the massive fluctuation.
Qingjue struck several more times, the last blow scattering all the gathered force. Under the enormous impact, the barrier was blasted open, his hair was ruffled by the airflow, but the wounded behind him were unaffected.
Jie Zhoujian nearly lost his footing, but he managed to steady the sword hilt, minimizing the turbulence and preventing the wounded from being swept away by the impact.
Qingjue, relying solely on brute force to break the formation, had no time to spare, but the master and disciple could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.
The daytime mist recedes, and the clear formula merges with the wind that stretches ten thousand miles.
Jie then took out a black bottle, but the black mist surrounding the main hall did not react, proving that the thing was not a demon or ghost.
Qingjue still frowned: "Let's go."
Qingjue kicked open the main hall door and saw Yun Yuelin inside, her back to them, kneeling on one knee.
He stood with one hand on his chest and the other on his back.
Before the main hall, a black figure appeared. Without thinking or saying a word, Qingjue leaped in front of the person almost instantly. The folding fan and the palm wind collided, and Qingjue was superior, sending the person flying quite a distance with a single fan.
Several chairs in the main hall were smashed, including the oldest-looking one at the very front.
The black aura attacked him again, but Qingjue opened his fan once more and instantly appeared behind the man. In a flash, he struck the man in black with a palm, causing him to cough up blood that soaked his black mask.
A look of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. Sensing something was wrong, he vanished in a flash of black smoke, disappearing without a trace the next second.
Qingjue took two steps, wanting to give chase, but then thought that now was not the time to act impulsively. He decided to find out the situation first before making a decision. So he used his fan to clear away the black mist in front of him and walked towards Yunyuelin's direction.
Jie Zhoujian had already helped Yun Yuelin up from behind and was about to examine his spiritual veins when Yun Yuelin refused.
"I won't die," Yun Yuelin said, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. "Did you break that bastard's magic spell outside?"
Qingjue walked over and put the fan away: "It's been taken apart."
Yun Yuelin rolled her eyes at him with the last bit of her strength: "...I'm really not surprised at all."
"Don't worry, it hasn't affected anyone else, Jie Zhoujian is here," Qingjue glanced at Jie Zhoujian, who had gone to investigate the situation inside the hall, and then asked, "What happened on your side? Why are you the only one locked up inside? And just now Yunxiang said... Old Patriarch..."
Did he tell you that my father was dead?
Qingjue nodded: "Mm."
"...This morning, a man in black robes broke into the Yun family and pierced my father's chest in front of everyone."
Qingjue silently handed him a few pills: "..."
As Yun Yue took the medicine, she said while recuperating her spiritual energy, "His skill level isn't particularly high, but he has a strange magical artifact that controls a cloud of black mist. It has a very strong attack power, and the attack was so sudden that the disciples weren't prepared."
Qingjue noticed that several conspicuous black blood vessels had appeared on Yun Yuelin's neck.
He hadn't noticed it before, but now, upon careful reflection, he realized that many of the Yun family disciples did indeed exhibit similar symptoms to varying degrees.
"Wait a minute." Qingjue stopped him, pointing to his neck.
Yun Yuelin lowered her eyes and watched helplessly as the black veins disappeared again.
"..."
“I’m fine now, we’ll talk later,” Yun Yuelin continued, “Later I urgently sent you a message, and then we fought our way here. He set up a barrier outside, trying to isolate me.”
"This thing... must have been born from his black mist. That guy didn't say anything, and after you arrived, he just ran away. It seems he knew he was no match for us."
Yun Yuelin appeared calm, but her hands were clenched into fists. Apart from her extremely calm tone of voice, she was almost overwhelmed by anger.
The more unlike his usual self, the more it represents his abnormality.
In recent years, although he has not met with the Yun family head many times, Qingjue has always maintained his previous opinion that the other party is a trustworthy ally.
Yun Yue Lin... has only just lost her father, and she is already facing a series of problems.
Qingjue could understand this feeling, but now was not the time for them to sit down for tea and a heart-to-heart talk.
Qingfeng, who rushed in from outside, further confirmed this.
"Immortal Lord! Young Master Yun! Come quickly and take a look!"
Qingjue turned around: "What happened?"
As Yun Yuelin was helped out of the main hall, the Yun family members who had just been lying on the ground injured showed expressions of pain. The black markings on their bodies almost covered their faces. They writhed and screamed on the ground, and the pure white mountaintop almost turned into an endless hell.
"This is……"
Qingjue and his group stood still, their steps growing heavier with each step, especially Yun Yuelin, whose expression was extremely unpleasant.
Qingjue asked, "What happened?"
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