Chapter 696

Chapter 696: Inaccurate Teleportation

Han Feiyu left feeling puzzled.

According to Xu Fan, he had already mastered this aspect completely.

Although he didn’t feel it, he trusted that his Master Ancestor wouldn’t deceive him.

In the trial world, within a virtual arena of life and death,

Xiang Yun and Han Feiyu, two disciples skilled in the sword formation, were maneuvering their formations, locked in a fierce battle.

The two formations clashed repeatedly in the air, each probing for weaknesses in the other’s defenses, aiming to strike at their opponent’s core.

But after several exchanges, neither side gained the upper hand.

“Senior Brother Feiyu, you went to consult the Grand Elder again, didn’t you?” Xiang Yun said, a hint of envy in his voice.

Although all Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples could seek the Grand Elder’s guidance at any time,

they first had to pass the judgment of the grape. If the grape determined that the sect already had a solution to the problem, they weren’t allowed to bother the Grand Elder.

Among the sect’s disciples, only a select few could bypass the grape and consult the Grand Elder directly.

Han Feiyu was one of those few.

At that moment, Han Feiyu felt an unusual sense of ease, as if his spiritual energy and the flow of the Sword Formation Path were operating seamlessly and effortlessly.

It felt like a sudden moment of enlightenment.

“You’re right, Senior Brother. I just returned from the Grand Elder and had a breakthrough, so I couldn’t resist coming to challenge you,” Han Feiyu said with a smile.

“I can tell. The hesitation you used to have when shifting between formations is gone, and the entire formation seems to have gained a touch of vitality,” Xiang Yun praised.

Just as Han Feiyu was about to let a proud smile show, Xiang Yun’s tone shifted.

“But with just this, you’re still not enough to beat me.”

In an instant, the sword formation controlled by Xiang Yun transformed, and the battlefield was filled with the roar of thunder.

The formation turned into a massive thunderbolt, striking down toward Han Feiyu.

The thunderbolt, as thick as a barrel, pierced through Han Feiyu’s Guardian Sword Formation and struck him directly.

After the battle, Han Feiyu entered the preparation hall, where many disciples were gearing up for their next duels.

“Senior Brother Xiang Yun, why haven’t I seen that move before?”

Han Feiyu recognized the sword formation—it was the Five Thunder Sword Formation, a powerful technique for sudden, devastating attacks. However, its cultivation requirements were extremely strict, and it demanded exceptional talent in the sword formation. He was currently learning it but had only reached the minor achievement stage.

“The Grand Elder once said it’s best to keep a few tricks up your sleeve in battle. If your opponent sees through you too easily, the fight becomes boring,” Xiang Yun said with a grin.

“I wonder if Junior Brother Feiyu was holding back just now.”

Han Feiyu hadn’t just held back a little—he had concealed hundreds of techniques.

Since it was a virtual battle, there were certain external forces he couldn’t use.

But even if he could, Han Feiyu wouldn’t have brought them out; deploying several Great Ascension stage puppets would have been overkill.

“I didn’t hold back at all. I gave it my all to face Senior Brother Xiang Yun,” Han Feiyu said.

“We’ve been brothers for years. Who doesn’t know each other by now?” Xiang Yun patted Han Feiyu’s shoulder and left the trial world, having only planned for a quick spar that wouldn’t take up too much time.

Han Feiyu watched Xiang Yun’s retreating figure, then turned to initiate a life-and-death battle, this time against other disciples.

Meanwhile, Xu Fan had already taken the six spatial magic cubes into the underground space.

“Why are these cubes square? If they were spherical, they’d look way cooler,” Xu Fan remarked, eyeing the seven neatly arranged spatial magic cubes.

“Grape, can these seven spatial magic cubes teleport us back to Lin Sen Fairy City?” Xu Fan asked.

“No. While they stabilize the space around Hidden Spirit Island, the areas beyond remain unstable,” Grape replied.

“Grape can only ensure teleportation to the outer core area. For precise teleportation, I’ll need more time to calculate.”

“How long will that take?”

“I can’t determine that yet.”

“…”

Xu Fan felt a whiff of workplace blame-shifting in the air.

A light curtain appeared before Xu Fan, displaying the Seven Stars teleportation array diagram Grape had prepared.

“Setting up the grand formation will take a month. Please be patient, Master.”

“Alright, let’s get this done. I want to leave this creepy place as soon as possible,” Xu Fan said after a moment’s thought.

Just then, Xu Fan received another alert: two Bat Giant Beasts, capable of navigating the strange wind, were heading straight for Hidden Spirit Island.

“Grape, take control of the sword formation puppet. I’ll use the Nuclear Bomb Beast King to drive these little bats away. Also, change course and head somewhere else,” Xu Fan ordered.

“As you command, Master.”

The sword formation puppet and the Nuclear Bomb Beast King engaged the two Bat Giant Beasts in battle.

Half a month later, after Xu Fan had dispatched over a dozen Bat Giant Beasts, he glanced in the direction of the incoming threats and sighed softly.

“This treasure seems beyond my reach for now,” Xu Fan admitted.

“We can set a coordinate here. When Master grows stronger in the future, we can return,” Grape suggested.

“Seems like that’s our only option for now,” Xu Fan said, resigned but understanding.

He wasn’t the main character; the whole “slaying gods and buddhas” thing would have to wait. For now, Xu Fan decided not to push his luck.

“But it seems the exotic treasure spawning the strange wind and Bat Giant Beasts has sensed us. More and more Bat Giant Beasts are coming,” Xu Fan noted.

“Master, I’ve collected some of the strange wind using the celestial tool, Swallowing Heaven Bottle. If we can crack the strange wind, we might uncover the nature of this exotic treasure,” Grape said.

“How’s the celestial tool holding up? Will it need major repairs when we return?” Xu Fan asked.

“The Swallowing Heaven Bottle can last another 300 years, Master. No need to worry.”

“Good! I’ll leave this to you,” Xu Fan nodded, feeling this was exactly the kind of task Grape should handle after becoming a celestial tool.

Half a month flew by in the midst of Xu Fan and the sword formation puppet’s battles.

One day, everyone on Hidden Spirit Island received a notification from Grape: a dangerous teleportation was imminent, and all needed to enter the inner core small world of Hidden Spirit Island to avoid any mishaps caused by the teleportation stones.

The core small world was the Source Realm Xu Fan had unintentionally created, now relocated to the core space of Hidden Spirit Island.

A sprawling complex housed everyone and every beast from Hidden Spirit Island.

The Precious Artifact Rabbit offered free soul therapy to all.

The Wind Blue Rain Swallow clan raced against the sect’s speed-savvy disciples.

The Spirit Rabbit Clan nervously eyed the surrounding beasts and cultivators.

Any one of them could wipe out their clan with a single move, so they huddled together in a tight circle, hoping to stay unnoticed.

The Thunder Bird and Qing Bird, a beast race couple, introduced their child to each of the renowned first-generation disciples, hoping for future mentorship.

The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.