Chapter 79
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Chapter 79: Chaos in Tianlai City
It was incredibly challenging to deceive someone like Yang Jueyu, but Li Hui still prepared to try. He pressed his palms together and said, “I, the poor monk, took vows at Lingyun Temple twenty years ago. I accidentally encountered a severely injured female demon cultivator and exhausted all my Buddhist artifacts to finally bring her to justice! Who would have thought she was Qiu Jiutian’s mistress? I had no choice but to come to Tianlai City to make preparations for the impending revenge.”
At this moment, Li Hui silently thanked Qiu Jiutian, a good person! Even though he had never met him, having a name meant this served as evidence of his mission to eliminate evil and safeguard the righteous path!
Just think about it! If an ordinary cultivator was involved, who would dare to provoke a demon cultivator? Only a monk would take such risks, and who would say that someone who is not a monk would escape retribution?
Yang Jueyu frowned again. He knew Qiu Jiutian had reached the Great Perfection of the Condensed Essence Stage but remained stuck at this level, unable to advance to the Bosa stage.
“Qiu Jiutian’s mistress? Hahaha, you have guts, monk! However, as far as I know, Lingyun Temple is far in the Yunzhou border; are you really traveling across four states with such little cultivation?” Yang Jueyu looked impressed.
“The temple you speak of is the general temple in Yunzhou, but I am not from Yunzhou. I am a native of Haofu, having taken vows at the Lingyun branch on Wadang Mountain. I intended to recommend myself to the general temple, but due to insufficient cultivation, I have not been able to follow through.” Li Hui secretly sweated multiple times, feeling that these true disciples of the Jade Symbol Sect were even more troublesome than demons. Every word seemed like a trap, and this truly wasn’t easy!
“No wonder the monk has a Haofu accent.” Yang Jueyu nodded, scanning his surroundings with intrigue but ultimately found nothing unusual before turning to leave.
His entrance had been abrupt, and his departure was just as sudden; he did not waste another word.
Li Hui kept his composure, sat down, and closed his eyes to meditate, but his heart was still racing. He wondered, “Is it over? Why does the spiritual sense still linger here, even after he’s left? If I hadn’t activated the Dragon Horn pattern, strengthening my perception of the outside world, I would have almost revealed my true self.”
The Jade Symbol Sect had nine true disciples, each powerful enough to overpower several cultivators of the same level. By standing out among thousands of outer disciples and hundreds of inner disciples, they were not easy opponents. Whatever their words or actions, their character matched the competitive nature of the cultivation world.
However, it must be said that Grand Elder Ge Yuntao from the Jade Symbol Sect was impressive; the six chosen individuals didn’t necessarily have high cultivation levels, but their survival skills were top-notch.
Fortunately, Li Hui did not disguise himself and chose to present his true self. Otherwise, do you think a true disciple of the Jade Symbol Sect could not see through a human mask? And because of the unusual activation of the Golden Threshold Thirty-Six Symbols, after using a lot of Blood Ignition Talismans during the battle, he looked not only older than his years but also emaciated. Even shaving his head and pretending to be a monk would not help him escape this predicament.
Half a tea’s worth of time later, Li Hui finally let out a sigh of relief, feeling exhausted in both body and mind.
As dawn approached, Tianlai City lit up with many lights.
Yang Jueyu strode into Guanglu Pavilion to gather supplies, but unfortunately, there were too few items suitable for those at the Late Condensed Essence Stage, with only a low-level treasure and two stacks of blank talisman paper catching his eye.
Spirit Motion stage practitioners and Concentrating Spirit stage cultivators used tools, but by the time they reached the Condensed Essence Stage, they could handle treasures. However, due to limitations in their cultivation and foundation, they could manage only low-level treasures; only upon reaching the Bosa stage could they control artifacts capable of enduring one or two calamities.
Guanglu Pavilion in Tianlai City was too low-tier. Yang Jueyu curled his lip, thinking, “Looks like I have to go to the White Sea’s Twelve Markets. Those six outer disciples burdened with countless scriptures of their sect should be tasked to go there as well. If they’re clever, they will find a way to set sail; this remains the only route. Unless they find a long-distance teleportation array to escape to other nations, they won’t get out of my grasp.”
At dawn, unusual movements appeared again above Tianlai City.
A howling sound rose, followed by a fierce wind that lifted countless white sands, instantly transforming into a dust storm raging through the skies.
“Woo——,” the wind cried like a banshee, and thirty-two spiritual eagles with wings spanning over ten zhang circled above the city.
“Yang Jueyu! Do you think that by running to this remote little city, we of the Hidden Sky Sect cannot locate you? The Jade Symbol Sect has been wiped out, and sect leader Cui Yunpeng and Grand Elder Ge Yuntao have met their end. A mere true disciple is nothing but a stray dog.” A cold voice echoed from the sky, causing Li Hui’s heart to explode with anxiety.
“No! Our Jade Symbol Sect still has the decree left by our predecessors at death’s door, and the sect’s foundation is about to awaken. You are afraid that the Jade Symbol Sect will regain its past glory…” Yang Jueyu’s voice turned stern as he yelled.
“Hahaha, you are not wrong. To unite the Three Sects and Four Sects and bury the hatchet, only that devil pen can awaken! Your Jade Symbol Sect once enjoyed immense fortune, managing to cultivate such a monstrous talent, suppressing our Three Sects and Four Sects for two hundred years and nearly severing our roots.”
“Boom…” Talisman light scattered, and beams shot into the sky.
“Outrageous thing! Did Cui Yunpeng give you all the Jade Symbol Sect’s teleportation talismans?” The newcomer exclaimed in a fit of rage and instantly conjured a hand larger than Guanglu Pavilion, roaringly grabbing down.
“Bang, bang, bang…” Dust swept through as Guanglu Pavilion collapsed, and the beams of light floated unsteadily in the air, still creating a pitch-black rift, allowing Yang Jueyu to snort coldly and make a quick escape.
From above came a voice: “The teleportation talismans are suppressed by me; he can’t get far. I will pursue him, while you all raze this little city…”
“Yin!!” Almost in sync with the departing words, all thirty-two spiritual eagles cried out and dove down on Tianlai City, wreaking havoc, driving cultivators away, but leaving ordinary houses untouched.
Li Hui hurriedly ran toward Guanglu Pavilion, thinking, “I’m impressive! Wherever I go, Guanglu Pavilion collapses like a house of cards. Right now, escaping would only make me a target; it’s safer in seemingly dangerous places.”
Beneath the monk’s feet, five golden lotus Dharma clouds emerged, turning his form into an afterimage as he sped forward.
From above, it became evident that countless cultivators were desperately fleeing through the air, the only ones going against the flow—seeming to be in danger—were the monks.
Surprisingly, the other cultivators wished they could grow two more legs and sprint outside the city, leaving it almost empty. Li Hui boldly dashed into the ruins of Guanglu Pavilion and raised his hand to press the nine-patterned anomaly Spirit Sense Talisman to his forehead.
This talisman had only a few uses left, constantly dissipating; he needed to extract as much remaining value as possible.
“Indeed, there’s something. Some cultivators have died.” He advanced through the crevice of the stone wall, activating the Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique. Anything locked onto by the Spirit Sense Talisman that suddenly struggled and jumped felt like a mouse scampering through the chaotic rubble, diving into his embrace.
Before long, Li Hui made a discovery: “Oh? It’s that boy I traded with; he was buried in the ruins but is still alive! The elder who protected him during the terrifying blow must be his grandfather, a master craftsman from Guanglu Pavilion.”
“Alas! The bond between grandfather and grandson is deep; I must save them!”
