Chapter 79

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Chapter 79

The fifty cultivators who were settled outside the Grand Master Mansion also noticed the strange signs in the world around them.

They stared in surprise at the brewing Transmigration calamity cloud, "Who is trying to Transmigration in this small world?"

The entering cultivators were at least at the Nascent Soul Stage; if they were going for Transmigration, they would definitely face the Thunder Calamity of the Astral Projection Stage.

"Looking at the direction of this Transmigration, it seems to be coming from the Grand Master Mansion."

The Grand Master Mansion only has one cultivator, and that is the only survivor among the competitors, Yun Chuyou.

"I remember this Taoist friend Yun, her registered cultivation level is at the primordial stage of the Nascent Soul. What amazing fortune did she get? She is already going to face the Thunder Calamity of the Astral Projection Stage?"

These role players have cultivators in charge of the organization, who also learned about the situation of each competitor. Yun Chuyou brought her Qingxu Sect disciples as an unexpected dark horse, and her information received attention from many sides.

"Even if she has a Heavenly Spiritual Root, it shouldn’t be so fast for her to cultivate to Astral Projection, especially since we are currently in a small world within the Thousand Mile Landscape Map."

"Well, even if she has immense fortune, does anyone really think she will share it with you?" said the previous person in charge, "If she really gets stronger, it won’t be a bad thing for us either."

Yun Chuyou has a husband who is a grand master in the illusion, and since everyone else’s cultivation is limited, she can easily use his presence to eliminate them all.

The cultivators fell silent for a moment, then someone suddenly said, "Since she’s here for Transmigration, will she be able to get through smoothly?"

In this small world, they cannot use the things in their storage rings. When they just regained their memories, they did try to use spells, but after using it once, they felt their spiritual power being rapidly drained away.

Without a storage bag, with no outside spirit stones to replenish Spirit Qi, and with a Magic Demon Vine that devours cultivator’s flesh, blood, and souls watching closely.

While everyone else was hesitant and restricted, Yun Chuyou was going to face the Thunder Calamity. Without the protection of any defensive artifacts or garments, she could easily be struck down. After all, Yun Chuyou was just a mutated Wind Spiritual Root, not a mutated Thunder Spiritual Root.

Among these fifty cultivators, a few were at the Astral Projection Stage, and they knew well the dangers of the Astral Projection Stage Thunder Calamity, "What will happen if she fails her Transmigration?"

They said "if," but deep down, they were sure that Yun Chuyou would surely fail.

After all, jumping from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Astral Projection Stage, the speed of growth was fast, but the foundation was too weak. If she had a top-grade artifact for protection and the full support of powerful beings above the Soul Changing Stage, there might be a slim chance of survival.

They couldn’t go in, and outside cultivators couldn’t come in, so where would the powerful beings of the Soul Changing Stage come from?

A hot-tempered female cultivator couldn’t stand these people complaining, "What if she fails her Transmigration? Rely on yourselves. You are all much older; stop always thinking about depending on that young girl."

To them, the age of Yun Chuyou, compared to cultivators who were hundreds or even thousands of years old, was truly that of a young girl.

"She has helped us so much and even awakened our memories. We owe her a great debt of gratitude. If you can’t do anything, at least don’t say such discouraging words. Give her a few more blessings."

In this world, words also hold power.

Some people felt a bit ashamed after hearing this, their heads down and looking around, trying to avoid the topic.

Yun Chuyou, who was in the middle of Transmigration, had no time to think about these cultivators. Upon hearing the thunder above her head, her fingers, which had just gained some movement, struggled to reach out and tightly held Xie Fuzhi’s clothes. "Master, take me outside, to the palace area! Hurry!"

Xie Fuzhi was somewhat annoyed, "Chuyou! At a time like this, you’re still thinking about others!"

Yun Chuyou blinked her eyes, "I’m not asking you to take me inside, just to the area near the royal city."

"Isn’t it said that the demon race fears Thunder Calamity the most? The Magic Demon Vine should be similar. If you take me there, I can attract the thunder to strike them."

She was no longer unable to move even a finger like at the beginning, but now she could only move her fingers and toes a bit. The Thunder Calamity was still building up and hadn’t completely settled on the area yet. However, once it finished brewing, this area would be locked by the thunder, and she wouldn’t be able to leave.

Yun Chuyou estimated that her recovery speed wouldn’t be very fast and felt the hope of successful Transmigration was slim. At this moment, she had to make use of everything, drawing the Thunder Calamity to strike the Magic Demon Vine. Perhaps it would break open, and then when she escaped the illusion, she could use those magical tools and her cultivation to defend herself, increasing her chances of Transmigration to the Astral Projection Stage.

Even if the illusion couldn’t be broken, she could still attract some thunder, increasing her chances of successful Transmigration. At least, after a failure, she would have more of her cultivation left in her body.

Xie Fuzhi suddenly realized, "Chuyou, you are so smart."

Yun Chuyou’s lips curved slightly; she was already clever, "This isn’t too complicated; you just panicked for a moment and couldn’t think clearly."

She urged, "Alright, there’s not much time left. Please hurry, and when the time comes, set me down on the side and leave quickly to avoid getting caught."

"Chuyou, I’m taking you over now."

Xie Fuzhi carried Yun Chuyou out of the Grand Master Mansion and transformed into a phoenix.

The Thousand Mile Landscape Map can indeed limit spiritual power and cultivation; without spiritual power, cultivators are not much different from ordinary people, but Xie Fuzhi is not human.

No matter how powerful the Thousand Mile Landscape Map is, it cannot turn an ancient monster like the phoenix into a true ordinary person.

Yun Chuyou lay on the phoenix’s back, its warm yet gentle feathers carefully shielding her from the strong winds on both sides.

She grabbed a feather and gently tugged it, "Xie Fuzhi, I’m not dead; the illusion is still connected. Aren’t you afraid other cultivators will see you like this?"

"It’s okay," Xie Fuzhi replied, "I don’t fear them; I just dislike trouble."

When he spoke, his chest vibrated, and Yun Chuyou, pressed against the phoenix’s wing, seemed to feel the strong beating of its heart.

"With Chuyou here, I don’t care about these troubles." A joyful laugh came from the phoenix; even when he spoke as a person, his voice was pleasant, and as a phoenix, it was even more beautiful, reminding Yun Chuyou of the line "The jade of Kunshan shatters, the phoenix calls."

When the phoenix called out, it was indeed extremely clear and delightful, leaving one in awe.

Xie Fuzhi was not at all troubled, "Besides, hasn’t Chuyou always wanted to grow the Qingxu Sect into a big sect? Having a phoenix as a symbol will surely fulfill your wish."

Yun Chuyou didn’t say much; she simply pressed her cheek against the soft feathers, knowing that because the phoenix was born from flames, it was very warm. She didn’t need to look to know her cheek was flushed red.

"Xie Fuzhi, find a place to let me down, and move away a bit, to avoid being struck by lightning."

This time, Xie Fuzhi chose to act like he couldn’t hear her; he wouldn’t listen to Yun Chuyou on this matter.

The palace was not far from the Grand Master Mansion, so in the time it took to say these two sentences, Xie Fuzhi had already circled around the area with Yun Chuyou a few times.

The phoenix was examining the Magic Demon Vine surrounding the palace; from high above, it could also see many transparent spirits floating over the palace, hidden beneath the demonic energy.

"Chuyou, I have good news for you."

Yun Chuyou replied, "Hmm?"

"I saw many people, those guys are not dead yet."

After restoring the cultivators’ memories, these spirits can use one or two of their life-saving magic tools, but there will be some limitations.

Using these life-saving magic tools, the ghosts crowded together, barely resisting the invasion of demonic energy.

However, they cannot hold out for too long. Once these top defense magic tools break, the demonic energy will mercilessly swallow these cultivators, turning them entirely into food for the Magic Demon Vine.

Yun Chuyou couldn’t help showing some joy, "Fuzhi, how many people did you see?"

Xie Fuzhi glanced around, "Four hundred thirty-five. It’s a bit sad to see them all crammed together."

The life-saving magic tool’s range is limited. To maintain a larger area, it would consume more spiritual power and awareness. To hold on for a longer time, these once-great talents lost their pride, crowding together as if they were denser than sunflower seeds.

Yun Chuyou sighed in relief, "As long as everyone is here, it’s alright."

According to the list given to her by the cultivator on that side, there were two hundred competing disciples and three hundred forty-three actors, making a total of five hundred forty-three people. By the time the other side sent her the message, excluding the ones who had died in the Soul Lamp, there were five hundred twenty-three people, including herself.

Now, inside and outside the palace, there were a total of four hundred eighty-six people, which means thirty-seven unfortunate ones had died during this time.

Thirty-seven lives may sound like a large number, but compared to the total, this death rate is quite lucky.

After all, in the spiritual world, seeking opportunities always comes with risks. Encountering the Magic Demon Vine, it’s not just a matter of nine lives out of ten; the chances of dying completely are very high. Now, with eighty-five percent of people still alive, that is already an impressive survival rate.

However, it is still too early to talk about survival rates.

Yun Chuyou looked up at the storm clouds, "It’s time, Xie Fuzhi. Place me at the right city gate of the palace."

Xie Fuzhi was unwilling to part with her, and Yun Chuyou couldn’t force him to leave.

Besides, she was able to Transmigration so quickly because of this phoenix. There is a time for revenge and a reason for debts; it is natural for the other party to be willing to accompany her and share her Thunder Calamity.

The area outside the palace was once home to many people, but they had long been moved to live in other places. Now, it was empty and very quiet.

Yun Chuyou listened to the thunder above her head and sat cross-legged in a meditative pose.

The first lightning bolt struck down, with a fierce dragon of thunder aiming at Yun Chuyou. At that moment, a stream of Phoenix True Fire erupted from the mouth of the phoenix.

The flames sent the thunder dragon on its way, and the Phoenix True Fire, mixed with the thunder, landed directly on the Magic Demon Vine.

Demons were usually not favored by the heavenly trials, and if a person and a demon existed together, the lightning would first strike the demon. The Magic Demon Vine, being a very powerful Demon Plant, was especially targeted by the heavenly thunder.

The flames acted like a bridge, forcibly guiding all the falling lightning onto the Magic Demon Vine.

The Magic Demon Vine served as an excellent lightning rod, taking on the heavenly thunder that should have hit Yun Chuyou.

Yun Chuyou had been waiting for the pain of the lightning strike, but now she stared in shock at the Demon Vine being struck by the bolts of thunder and fire.

Amid the chilling and piercing cries, the once proud Magic Demon Vine was weakened and withered.