Chapter 26
Chen Huai'an tapped on the screen, and three talismans flew out from the door and wall of the small room, shooting towards the swirling demonic energy.
Ye Futian paid little attention to the trifling talismans. His mind was heavy; the grand formation had withstood his full-powered palm strike without shattering, indicating its exceptional quality. Among the many mysteries of the Cangyun Realm, the formation masters were the most enigmatic. If given a choice, he truly did not want to face one in battle.
Gathering his strength for a second strike, Ye Futian held nothing back, determined to end this quickly.
His palm technique was a low-grade Earth-level skill—Blood Cloud Palm. It was guaranteed to hit and possessed a strange ability to corrode spiritual energy. Once struck, any cultivator opposing him would grow weaker, their spiritual energy continuously devoured by the demonic aura of the Blood Cloud Palm.
It was effective against formations as well.
In the blink of an eye, the three talismans had reached their target, glowing with golden light and rumbling with thunder.
"Something's off! This... this is a celestial-grade item!" Ye Futian felt a chill run down his spine, but it was too late to change his strategy.
The celestial-grade Thunderfire Talisman exploded in mid-air, unleashing a torrent of thunder and fire that engulfed Ye Futian's Blood Cloud entirely.
Meanwhile, Chen Huai'an had figured out how to activate the formation. A keyboard popped up on his phone, and he began pressing the English-Chinese combinations in the given order. Each correct input triggered the formation.
"This is child's play for me, Chen!"
Previously, he would never have dared to say such a thing.
But ever since he learned to needle, his hands had become quick and steady.
If he were to enter a rhythm game competition now, he might just break a world record.
Tap, tap, tap!
Chen Huai'an rapidly input commands on his phone screen.
【Come is 来, Go is 去~】
Boom!
Just as Ye Futian was recovering from the three Thunderfire Talismans, he was struck in the face by a bolt of lightning and fire unleashed by the formation.
【Nod is 点头, Shake your head is 摇头~】
【Say hello is 要打招呼, 哈喽, 哈喽, 哈哈哈喽~】
Boom! Boom! Crackle!
As Chen Huai'an's speed increased, the rate at which the thunder and fire shot out also quickened. Although the power of the Thunderfire Formation was not enough to instantly kill Ye Futian, the sheer volume was overwhelming! Soon, the black clouds of demonic energy began to dissipate, revealing an old man in tattered black robes, his hair a wild white, resembling a dandelion.
"Roar—! Enough! I will have you dead!!!"
Having lived for over five hundred years, Ye Futian had never faced such humiliation.
No longer hiding his form, he leaped onto the roof of the small house, his dark hands reaching out to press forward.
A vast expanse of demonic energy surged around him, forming a massive blue-faced, fanged avatar behind him. The avatar opened its gaping maw, mirroring Ye Futian's movements as it pressed forward.
Boom—!
The entire Thunderfire Formation shattered under the terrifying pressure, the runes sustaining the formation crumbling to pieces.
"What the hell, the BOSS is entering phase three and going all out?!"
From Chen Huai'an's perspective, Ye Futian still had a third of his health left. He couldn't help but chuckle, "But this BOSS is impressive, those skills are quite flashy."
As long as he purchased the package, he was sure to clear the level, so he felt no panic, even having time to admire the BOSS's appearance.
"The avatar is solidifying, coordinating its attack. This is a demonic cultivator at the Transformation stage, and definitely not an ordinary one..." Inside the small house, Li Qingran nervously clutched her clothes, unable to hold back her concern. "Senior, demonic cultivators are cunning; be careful of any hidden tricks!"
At this moment, the senior had already made his move. If she joined in now, she would only be a hindrance, so she could only silently pray that the senior would not be harmed in the battle against the demonic cultivator. A deep sense of helplessness and guilt washed over her; if it weren't for the senior repairing her dantian, how could she have attracted such a powerful demonic expert? If she had been a bit stronger, would she still be cowering in the corner like a mouse, watching the senior take risks while she could do nothing?
The death of her parents had planted the seeds of revenge in Li Qingran's heart.
The bullying from her peers and witnessing the coldness of the world had forged a resilient spirit within her.
At this moment, a flicker of determination to grow stronger took root in her heart.
The way of heaven is ruthless; to protect what one cherishes, one must always possess strength!
Bang—! The Thunderfire Formation shattered with a deafening roar.
Ye Futian hovered above the small house, his avatar crushing the incoming talismans effortlessly. The exploding thunder and fire felt like mere tickles to the avatar. "Heh heh heh! Is that all you've got?! The four great corpse kings of the demonic cultivators, I have spent five hundred years cultivating to condense the Ying Gou avatar—indestructible and immensely powerful! No matter how exquisite your formation is, what can it do against my might?"
"Is that so?"
A cold snort echoed from within the small house.
As Chen Huai'an summoned the last talisman, the dark night sky suddenly shimmered with a rusty hue.
The ink-black clouds surged like waves, rolling and churning.
Purple lightning slashed through the sky like a sword.
It was as if a torrential downpour was about to descend upon the night.
Ye Futian felt the winds rise and clouds gather above him, thick layers of thunderclouds accumulating.
The Nine Yang Purple Thunder Talisman floated among the clouds, appearing and disappearing, while deep within the clouds, a profound power was coalescing.
Its might was like an abyss, its momentum like a flood.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth grew wild and chaotic.
Ye Futian looked up, a chill running down his spine, as an ominous premonition began to take shape.
At Qingyun Sect, the cultivators gazed at the celestial phenomenon, their minds shaken.
Within Wanqingshan, the red-haired zombie that had been suppressing Lu Changtian and the others suddenly trembled, howling as it turned to flee, desperate to escape the area covered by the thunderclouds.
The Thunderfire Talisman, even if it was a celestial-grade item, merely infused spiritual energy to create thunder and fire.
But the Nine Yang Purple Thunder Talisman drew upon the might of heaven and earth, harnessing a bolt of divine thunder to eradicate evil and sweep away malevolence.
"Concentrate—!"
Chen Huai'an followed the game's instructions, tracing the strokes of the talisman with his fingers.
The might of heaven loomed ominously; if he didn't leave now, he would surely perish!
As long as he could escape, there would come a day when he could obtain a supreme-quality dantian.
He just needed to remain hidden...
Ye Futian didn't even glance at Li Qingran in the small house as he prepared to flee.
The next second.
Boom—!
A lightning dragon descended from the sky, illuminating the world in a blinding white.
The lightning split into two bolts, one chasing after Ye Futian, the other striking towards the eastern side of Wanqingshan.
In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled.
Chen Huai'an saw on his phone that Ye Futian's health bar had instantly emptied.
He blew on his fingers and chuckled:
"Tsk tsk, this won't do. It looked so impressive..."
"188 bucks and it was taken out in an instant, what’s there to say?"
...
Inside Qingyun Sect.
Sect Master Wu Duantian gazed at the unusual celestial phenomenon, clearly sensing the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy. There were cultivators battling within Wanqingshan, and one of them had even attracted divine thunder—such methods were closely related to that mysterious cultivator who had refined the divine pill...
"Zhao Lingtian."
He pondered for a moment, a glimmer of hope igniting within him.
Turning back to look at his pale, collapsed direct disciple, he spoke with gravity:
"This may be our last chance. We will go together this time. If we can gain the assistance of that senior, your dantian may yet be saved!"
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【P.S.: Celestial-grade merely refers to the classification of items, not to imply they are of celestial origin. It's similar to the saying 'this tune should only exist in heaven,' but in the end, it was still composed by a human. Just because Li Bai is called a 'poet immortal' doesn't mean he was a celestial being. I didn't want to address such questions, but to avoid some readers getting stuck on trivialities, I hope this is understood.】
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Chapter 27: Someone Seeks Opportunities from You
When Wu Duantian arrived at the scene with his direct disciple, the battle had long since concluded.
The celestial phenomenon had vanished, and the subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy had dissipated; the senior was nowhere to be found.
"There’s residual demonic energy. Could it be that the senior was fighting a demonic cultivator before?"
He scanned the surroundings and quickly spotted a massive lightning pit several dozen meters wide. Approaching it, he saw that the pit was three zhang deep, filled with molten rock, the result of high-temperature melting, with arcs of electricity flickering within the lava.
At this moment, thin traces of demonic energy still lingered in the lightning pit.
But the owner of that demonic energy had vanished without a trace, leaving behind the question of whether they had met a gruesome end or had simply fled.
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