Chapter 9 Part 1
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Chapter 9: Prelude to Shura! (1)
The situation was extremely critical.
This was a prelude to death, orchestrated by blood and fire—far more terrifying than the trivial inconvenience of not finding a restroom while on the road.
Up in the sky.
The Blood Tree Patriarch had transformed into a colossal, tree-like figure, towering over a thousand feet high. Its roots and vines sprawled across tens of miles, creating a divine kingdom made entirely of trees, fortifying the entire Duxian Sect.
Despite relentless attacks from the invaders outside, they couldn’t penetrate the Blood Tree Patriarch to aid Mu Yisheng, who had infiltrated the Duxian Sect alone.
The Blood Tree Patriarch’s HP was simply too high!
By utilizing the race-specific skill known as [Flying Flower Vortex], it was able to hold off nine opponents simultaneously at the Soul Changing Stage.
The skill [Flying Flower Vortex] was widely regarded as a highly effective ability in the game. It could reduce 60% of incoming damage for all individuals within its coverage area, including the user. However, the downside of this skill lay in its high consumption of spirit Qi. Even the mighty Blood Tree Patriarch could only sustain it for a maximum of two quarters of an hour.
“You have to save Bai Lian!”
The Blood Tree Patriarch turned and saw that Gaoyi had transformed into a beam of light, swiftly retreating into the distance.
Bai Lian’s condition was critical. Bai Lian wasn’t just the future of the Duxian Sect; she was also the key to breaking the barrier between Yan Yue and An Lan. As one of the sect’s most valued disciples, Bai Lian was worth fighting for, even against an overwhelming number of enemies.
The Blood Tree Patriarch shook its crown in anger. After a brief moment of disorientation, countless spikes burst forth from its root whiskers.
The spikes intertwined and extended throughout the battlefield, resembling a spiked cage and a mountain of converging blades.
The intruders were swept into the chaos, forced to leap and dodge as they fought back desperately.
An explosion tore through the Duxian Sect’s mountain protection magic array, releasing a massive surge of spirit Qi that engulfed the wilderness surrounding the sect.
Master Qin of Qingyu Peak and other elders, who were locked in battle with the intruders, had no choice but to seek refuge.
“The Duxian Sect would be doomed without the Blood Tree Patriarch!”
At that moment, a thick vine made a sharp, right-angle bend upon impact and pierced deep into the mountain protection magic array.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the vine had stretched for hundreds of miles underground and emerged above ground elsewhere.
Wow…
A cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage happened to pass by and was promptly covered in sap and mud from the vine.
“?”
He froze for a moment, only relaxing after confirming that there was no ambush nearby.
“Isn’t the Duxian Sect supposed to be in that direction?”
He glanced toward the sect’s location but didn’t notice anything unusual. Despite lacking any pressing reason, his curiosity led him to fly toward the Duxian Sect.
It didn’t take long for him to sense something amiss.
Before him, an extremely obscure magic array enveloped the mountains where the Duxian Sect was situated. All he could see were blue skies and white clouds, yet the faint vibrations emanating from the array were deeply unsettling.
“Something significant is happening!”
Panicking, he fled. As he fled, he spread the news to everyone he could reach.
The news traveled quickly.
“What? Fairy Bai Lian’s Duxian Sect has been attacked?”
“What? Bai Lian was attacked?”
“What? Fairy Bai Lian is dying?”
In just thirty minutes, the news reached even Si Yunshang, who was watering flowers in the back valley of Lingxu Sect.
“Sister Yunshang, I heard that Bai Lian is on the verge of dying!”
Neesha rushed in from outside the valley, her voice urgent.
In that moment, the kettle slipped from Si Yunshang’s hand, landing with a soft poof on the ground and crushing the purple lotus beneath it.
Buzz.
Nishang caught sight of a distant flash of purple light.
In the blink of an eye, Si Yunshang materialized before her.
“What did you say?”
“…”
Nishang froze momentarily. It was the first time she had heard Si Yunshang speak in such an icy tone.
The charming face now carried a frosty chill.
A gust of wind swept through the valley, and at the same time, hundreds of purple lotuses lifted their heads. Si Yunshang’s clothes and skirt billowed in the air, making her appear like a monarch of flowers amid the dense purple fog.
Nishang instinctively took a step back.
Such a strong killing intent!
How powerful is Master Yunshang?
She quickly stammered an explanation, “I received news that the Duxian Sect was attacked, and Bai Lian is in critical condition! Sister Yunshang, you need to—”
Before she could finish, she noticed a ghostly lotus bloom in Si Yunshang’s hand. In an instant, the lotus expanded with the wind, engulfing Si Yunshang.
Pfft.
As the flowers bloomed and fell, Si Yunshang vanished.
“…”
Yes. Master Yunshang has likely gone to the Duxian Sect.
Nishang quickly flew to Niguang Mountain to borrow the Master’s magic tools. She would need them to follow and assist Si Yunshang at the Duxian Sect.
The Tianji Sect.
“Please stand still,” Xia Guiyuan called out to his daughter, Xia Qingqing, who was rushing about.
“What are you planning to do?”
Xia Qingqing stuttered, “Um, I… I just wanted to go outside for a walk.”
Xia Guiyuan’s expression darkened. “Do you think I don’t know you’re planning to go to the Duxian Sect?”
“Eh?” Xia Qingqing replied nervously, already considering an escape plan. “No, no…”
Xia Guiyuan shouted, “Your Martial Brother Zhao has already confessed, and you’re still trying to deny it?”
What?!
Xia Qingqing puffed out her cheeks in outrage. “Senior Martial Brother Zhao is a traitor!”
“You…!”
Xia Guiyuan’s beard bristled with anger.
Earlier, he had caught Zhao Haiya, who had been acting suspiciously. After some questioning, Zhao Haiya revealed that he had heard of Bai Lian’s peril and was planning to head to the Duxian Sect—with Xia Qingqing as his accomplice.
As my daughter and my eldest disciple, why are you both so drawn to the Duxian Sect?
Jealousy burned within Xia Guiyuan.
Noticing her father’s silence, Xia Qingqing seized the opportunity to plead, “Father, this is urgent. Could you please lend me your Tiangui Shuttle?”
“…”
What?
Do you want me to personally send you to the Duxian Sect?
Do you want me to hand over my Tiangui Shuttle directly to Bai Lian?
Xia Guiyuan took a deep breath, barely restraining the urge to spank his daughter.
A golden light flashed, and a tawny pike appeared in his hand.
“Go and fetch your Martial Brother Zhao. Bring him here.”
“Hmm?”
Xia Guiyuan glared at her. “If it’s so urgent, what are you waiting for? Let’s go together.”
“Ah, okay.”
Xia Qingqing eagerly ran to Zhao Haiya’s room.
Shortly after, a deep crack split the bamboo forest, and Xia Guiyuan, Xia Qingqing, and Zhao Haiya advanced straight toward their destination.