Chapter 65
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Chapter 65: The Teleportation Array
“With my cultivation level, I should’ve entered the inner peak long ago.” An arrogant voice cut through the air.
Every disciple recognized that tone—it could only belong to Duan Chenfeng.
“If you return alive from the sect trial, I’ll grant you a chance to take the inner disciple assessment,” Elder Lan replied calmly, surprising everyone by not losing his temper. “Pass it, and you’ll train at the inner peak.”
Duan Chenfeng smirked. “Consider it done. Surviving the trial’s child’s play for me, and the assessment’s even easier. Still, I’ll count this as a favor owed.”
Though irritated, Elder Lan’s lips twitched with amusement as he surveyed the hundred disciples. He knew this trial’s true nature: a death trap for outer disciples. The sect’s higher-ups demanded their strongest outer disciples—blue and yellow-robed youths, not the true backbone of purple and black-robed elites. Their deaths would bring Tian Zhu Peak compensation, resources he and Chunyu Yan would control. Cultivators prioritized resources over lives. These outer disciples? Replaceable. New recruits would come in three years.
The disciples, oblivious, buzzed with excitement. They dreamed of glory, rewards, and promotion to black or purple robes. Youthful confidence blinded them to the darkness lurking beneath the sect’s grandeur.
Tian Zhu Peak’s inner sector loomed ahead, veiled in mist and thick spiritual energy. Led by Elder Lan and black-robed disciples, the group climbed slowly—outer disciples weren’t permitted to fly here. As they breached the cloud layer, Ye Yun gaped. Ancient trees arched overhead while spirit beasts lounged fearlessly. But the true marvel was Tian Zhu Hall, its golden spires piercing the sky.
“That hall’s our sect’s heart,” Elder Lan said proudly. “Even I’ve only entered once—when I passed my inner disciple assessment decades ago.”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Elder Lan stood at the seventh-level Qi Refinement, yet even he rarely accessed the hall. The disciples’ eyes burned with ambition.
Duan Chenfeng scoffed under his breath. “Acting so mighty for a mere branch peak…”
“Shut up!” Yu Minghong elbowed him as others shot warning glances.
Elder Lan’s voice turned icy. “One more word, Duan Chenfeng, and not even your royal blood will save you.”
Ye Yun ignored the drama, memorizing every detail of the inner peak. Where were all the inner disciples? His question echoed aloud.
“You’re being teleported from a restricted array,” Elder Lan answered. “Destination? Sect secret.”
Dread crept into the group as they reached a colossal blue jade platform. Five pillars—red, yellow, black, white, purple—stood guard, their surfaces etched with alien runes. Starlight shimmered above the platform, warping the air itself.
“The Teleportation Array,” Elder Lan announced. Ye Yun stared, sensing the spatial distortions. This was no ordinary magic.
