Chapter 167 My senior brother is back. My little junior sister, she really isn't you...
Guided by the array master, vast spiritual energy was poured into the array patterns one by one. The burst of array light was reflected in Ji Mingran's eyes, and the air currents stirred up made his hair and robes flutter.
In an instant, those present seemed to see the great master who could unleash supreme formations with a flick of his finger back then.
And these vaguely familiar array patterns...
Nanmen Hong's pupils shrank sharply, and he blurted out, "This is the formation that Jiang Xiaoyi used to kill Li Xiaosen back then."
The long-standing stalemate suddenly erupted.
With immense force, a massive blow struck down from the sky. Chong Jue, wielding a heavy sword, unleashed a dense, impenetrable cage of sword energy, enveloping the heads of the Dingsheng Sect members.
The Array of Mirrors was triggered, immediately striking the sword energy. The two collided, producing a loud explosion.
Amidst the turbulent currents, Chong Jue's fierce and powerful sword winds pressed in again. The Radiant Array of Realms shone brightly, blocking the wind blades. Chong Jue's figure flashed, and the massive sword blade pierced through the clouds, pointing directly at the sect's realm: "Ji Mingran has activated the killing array. If your Dingsheng Sect dares to stop him, you will be harboring a demonic cultivator, which is intolerable to the ten cultivators of the Dao Sect!"
"I believe she didn't, and she isn't either." Qi Qingling spoke each word with force and conviction. As he spoke, the fine dust particles suspended in the air swirled and coalesced into a mountain peak that rose from the ground and clashed with the sword blade.
"I regret losing my dearest friend and lamented my inability to protect my sect back then. Today, even if I were to give my life here, I would never allow you to lay a hand on my sect's disciples!"
"You are truly lawless!" The lion's roar, accompanied by the crane's angry rebuke, erupted, and the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect, their destined spirit beasts' shackles falling off, rushed forward in unison.
Suddenly, the rain poured down like needles, and the dense rain wall, two meters wide, completely separated the disciples of Dingsheng Sect from the disciples of other sects. The spirit beasts that rushed in from the sky and the ground crashed into the rain wall and were pinned down, unable to move.
Within the rain curtain, a cultivator stood tall and elegant, the downpour washing away the lingering stench of alcohol. Liu Zhiqing's clear eyes and cool voice emanated from the rain: "Yaoyao will not betray the sect, and neither will I."
Dong Lu helped Qin Danniang up and quickly retreated to the back.
"Former junior sister, where are you taking my former disciple?" Nanmen Hong chuckled, and with a flick of his outstretched fingers, five pills flew out at Qin Danniang. Dong Lu retreated in time, and the pills that hit the two of them exploded at the same time, with crimson flames shooting into the sky and choking smoke.
The smoke signals seemed to be a signal for an attack.
The cultivators who had been in a stalemate made a decision at the same time.
Shen Ting slammed his cane on the ground and shouted sternly, "Shen family disciples, seize her!"
Zhu Shengli sighed deeply and solemnly ordered, "Cultivators of the Zhu family, you must stop this formation."
The disciples of the Shen family and the Hongqi Sect charged towards the rain with their swordplay and fire techniques as swift as meteors, but their bodies were suddenly pulled up and lifted into the air.
The lush green willow branches and leaves spread far and wide beyond the sect's borders. Every ancient tree seemed to come alive, silently circling behind it and binding and suspending the disciples of Dingsheng Sect who were about to attack.
The bound disciples were hacked, chopped, or burned, but the thick, python-like tendrils binding them remained completely unaffected.
The Linfeng disciple took Qin Danniang, who was handed to him by Donglu. Donglu stood in front, his ten fingers flying nimbly, directing the plants from a distance.
Nanmen Hong stared at Donglu, dodging the branches that were lashing at him. He then threw a pill with his backhand. The pill touched the branch, and a thick purple-black mist spread towards the plant, causing the branch to shrink back.
Nanmen Hong sneered: "Do you really think you can escape my grasp with such petty tricks?"
Dong Lu did not answer. He joined his five fingers together and a large number of green leaves grew from the branches, crowding towards the poisonous fog and burying it in the blink of an eye.
Nanmen Hong's eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at Dong Lu in astonishment.
Donglu: "Senior brother, I told you, you should have woken up long ago."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dense green leaves instantly engulfed Nanmen Hong.
"Eastern Continent! Even you have lost your mind!" Chong Jue shouted, his powerful sword wind breaking through the mountain peak, slashing across the rain curtain, and striking the green leaves and vines, scattering the green leaves all over the ground.
Nanmen Hong loosened his grip and gasped for breath, while the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect, the Zhu family, and the Shen family took advantage of the break in the rain curtain to launch a surprise attack.
The disciples of the four peak masters of Dingsheng Sect darted out, their longswords, burning with fiery red flames, slashing down the Shen family disciples' spells. Shen Qingluo then swung his sword again, saying to the left and right stewards of Yaofeng, "Senior Sister Yunyun, Senior Sister Wenyin, leave the Shen family disciples to me with peace of mind."
Wen Yunyun put away her bone umbrella and laughed, "Junior sister, let's wipe them out without leaving a single piece of armor."
Feng Wenyin caught the long stick: "Your senior sister and I will go and take care of your old lady."
The two figures flashed and entangled with Shen Ting.
Zhu Shibai threw out a wooden scroll, and the blue cloth strips wrapped around the Shen family disciples suddenly rose up, scrambling to wrap around the wooden scroll. The Zhu family disciples, who were about to cast a spell, were dizzy and spun around in place.
Yuan Liu praised, "Junior brother, your magical artifacts are becoming more and more interesting and practical."
Zhu Shibai: "Senior brother, please be more tolerant of my father."
"Don't worry, junior brother, I know what's important." Qiu Qingting stretched his limbs, emphasizing the word "important."
Guan Wangzhen pointed at Hexiu: "It's him, the one who humiliated me!"
"Alright, senior brother will vent your anger now!" Chu Yunfei, who was as big as a bear, immediately pounced on Hexiu's spirit beast.
Wen Congcong rushed towards He Xiu himself: "Junior Brother Wang Zhen, the old man's beard is interesting. Let me pluck a handful for you to see."
Having chosen their target, all the peaks of the Dingsheng Sect rushed to it.
Chongjue flew towards Donglu, who was controlling the vines, and drew his sword to slash at them, but a mountain peak appeared in front of him in an instant, blocking his way.
Qi Qingling: "Where is Venerable Chongjue going? Donglu is so young and has been forced to take on such a heavy responsibility. Nanmen has delivered herself to our doorstep today. Why can't she have some fun?"
An even more violent waterfall poured down from the sky, continuing to block the incoming spells and spirit beasts of the various sects. Liu Zhiqing: "Agreed."
Mountain debris scattered and covered the green leaves; the rainwater, cut off and flowing horizontally, splashed onto the soil, and the fallen green leaves sprouted into seedlings, which instantly grew into towering trees.
"Thank you both, senior brothers," Dong Lu said calmly, snapping his fingers with his raised left hand. The trees surrounded Nanmen Hong tightly.
"You!" Nanmen Hong went berserk, throwing out explosive pills, poison pills, and other pills with offensive properties. One tree fell, and another rose up.
"How is that possible?" Nanmen Hong kept throwing pills around Xiaolin, laughing angrily, "I don't believe I can't get out."
The trees grew wildly, constantly squeezing out Nanmen Hong's space to move around until he had nowhere to stand. His fingers, caught between the branches, drooped limply, and the pills between his fingers fell out, turning into fertilizer for the grass.
Through the gaps in the trees, Donglu looked at Nanmen Hong's face, which was unable to smile: "Master Nanmen thinks I am not worthy to be the peak master of Linfeng. But the plants and trees of Linfeng only obey me. If Master Nanmen had not abandoned the devastated Linfeng back then, but instead rebuilt Linfeng for every tree and blade of grass in every part of the soil, perhaps he would not be trapped by me today."
"You abandoned Linfeng. How dare you set foot on Linfeng again?"
Nanmen Hong's eyes flickered as he looked away, gritting his teeth as he said, "Hehuan Sect, how long are you going to stand idly by?"
The Hehuan Sect, which was specifically mentioned, has remained silent and observed the situation.
Shi Jinle: "Master."
Ziyan raised her arm to stop the other disciples who were about to charge, her gaze fixed on Ji Mingran, who was being protected by the Dingsheng Sect members: "Wait a little longer."
The Hehuan Sect's refusal was straightforward and clear, so Nanmen Hong had no choice but to shout loudly, "Venerable Chongjue."
"At the end of its strength!" Chong Jue wielded his heavy sword, his sword strikes unstoppable, splitting the mountain in two once more. Qi Qingling was struck head-on and fell to the ground.
"You cannot defeat me until you break through to the next realm." The heavy sword flew out with Chong Jue's swing of his arm, its silver blade carrying a fierce sword intent as it pierced towards Qi Qingling's neck.
Bound by the sword intent that preceded the blade, Qi Qingling's neck was forced to rise, facing the sharp edge.
Qi Qingling closed his eyes and faced death with equanimity.
"Senior brother, I'm sorry, I almost arrived late again." A low, melancholy voice came from behind.
Qi Qingling looked on with delight: "Not too late, not too late! This time I stayed at the sect, and your return is just in time!"
Chongjue's eyes darkened as he stared at the person who had sent his life-threatening sword flying with a single move.
The cultivator, whose face was unremarkable and easily forgotten, had his brows furrowed and looked gloomy.
"It's Venerable Hongyan!" someone shouted.
The cultivators locked in combat all glanced in this direction.
At this critical moment, he rushed back.
Hongyan looked at Chongjue expressionlessly.
The spiritual pressure of the Mahayana stage erupted in an instant, pressing towards Chongjue.
Chongjue's sword intent surged forth, striking the surging spiritual pressure: "Hongyan, your master has committed a heinous crime. Since you weren't present, everyone reluctantly believed it was unrelated to you. Now your junior sister is colluding with demonic cultivators and is even about to summon a killing array, yet you still condone her! Do you truly intend to become enemies with the ten cultivators of the Dao Sect?!"
Hong Yan remained silent, turned his body to the side, raised one arm, and pointed at Ji Mingran, who was closing his eyes and concentrating on the array.
A surge of spiritual energy instantly rushed towards Ji Mingran.
At this moment, the wind and clouds surged in the sky, and a crack was faintly opening.
He's clearly trying to help her!
The morale of the entire Dingsheng Sect soared.
Chongjue roared, "Hongyan, this time I will show no mercy!"
The blade, unleashing a terrifying sword aura, followed closely behind. Hongyan raised his other palm and pressed it against the tip of the sword.
The ground where the two stood cracked and collapsed, and the disciples fighting on both sides were unable to dodge in time and slid into the ground and into the depression.
Chongjue let out a low roar, and the sword blade, which had been suspended in mid-air, struggled forward and pierced into Hongyan's palm. Hongyan took three steps back before he could regain his footing.
Qi Qingling: "Junior Brother Sanyang, you!"
Donglu turned his head and looked back, then appeared beside Hongyan in the next second, checking his pulse and frowning slightly: "What's wrong?"
How could he be so weak?
Hongyan met Chongjue's gaze: "You can't go any further."
Having said that, he clenched his fist and unleashed a powerful punch that clashed with the sword blade. The spiritual energy he had been wielding surged further into the formation behind him as he raised his arm.
"So her formation still needs your help." Chong Jue smiled. "I can see that you are 80% exhausted and you can't hold on for long. You are the only one in the Great Ascension Realm of the Dingsheng Sect. Once I finish you off, everything will be over. If you are willing to surrender, I may spare your arm."
Hongyan gazed silently at the crack in the sky with his gray eyes.
The greatsword unleashed an invisible force that surged forward, passing through the fist, along the wrist, and straight into the arm.
A talisman floated down lightly.
Chongjue paused for a moment, then immediately released his grip and pushed the object ten miles away with lightning speed.
Within the sect realm, the cultivators locked in combat were all startled by the thunderclap just now, and looked at the talisman inexplicably affixed to Venerable Chongjue's life sword with surprise and suspicion.
Is he a talisman cultivator, or even a talisman cultivator at the Mahayana realm?
Where can one find a Mahayana Realm cultivator nowadays who is willing to lend a helping hand to the Dingsheng Sect?
Chongjue concealed the turbulent thoughts in his eyes and turned to look in the direction from which the talisman had flown: "Which powerful being dares to obstruct our interception of the killing formation!"
Beneath the towering sect plaque, a cultivator with flowing black hair and a gentle, jade-like face slowly ascended the last step, revealing his full features.
When the cultivators saw him, their eyes widened, their mouths opened and closed, and they were speechless for a long time.
As he passed through the grove, a smile played on his lips as he nodded to the alarmed Nanmen Hong.
He said slowly, "Please do not panic. Junior Brother Sanyang is not trying to stop you; he is just protecting you."
"My junior sister is definitely not someone you can mess with. I advise everyone not to force your way in."
“No.” The gentle cultivator faced Chongjue and said politely, “I am Li Xiaosen, a disciple of Luanfeng of Dingsheng Sect. I will not show any mercy.”
Chongjue remained silent, staring at the newcomer.
Currently, within the sect's realm, the number of cultivators at the Great Ascension Realm in the most prosperous sect is two.
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