Chapter 675

Zhong Xuan, the sect leader, nodded gravely, his expression tense.

Zheng Fa felt the same way. He focused his mind deeply into the Zao Hua Yu Die (Creation Jade Codex) and sent a message to Sister Zhang:

"One incense stick."

...

At this moment, the specialized demolition team of Jiu Shan Sect was hiding at the junction of Bai Xian Alliance and Hao Ri Mountain.

"Xiao Wu Yi, your innate Bagua (Eight Trigrams) is truly remarkable," one of them remarked.

The two stood atop a mountain, surrounded by a swirling Bagua diagram.

Birds flew by, completely unaware of their presence, soaring freely.

The most astonishing sight was when a majestic eagle swept over the mountain peak, passing right through Sister Zhang's shoulder without any hindrance.

The ancestor of Jiu Shan, a transformation deity, could only see an empty void where Sister Zhang stood. He knew this was not merely an illusion; if he reached out, he would only feel the gentle breeze of the mountain, unable to touch even the hem of Xiao Wu Yi's garment.

Sister Zhang smiled lightly, seemingly unbothered, holding the Tong Jian (Comprehensive Mirror) as if waiting for something.

When she received Zheng Fa's spiritual message, her spirit lifted, and she nodded to the ancestor of Jiu Shan.

The ancestor's expression turned serious as he transformed into the true form of mountains and rivers, scattering into starlight that fell like raindrops into the earth's veins.

Sister Zhang used the Fei Xian Pen (Flying Immortal Pen) to adjust the innate Bagua diagram, continuously transmitting sound:

"Ancestor, ten miles east..."

"Fifty miles west..."

"…"

Zheng Fa gazed toward Sister Zhang and the ancestor's direction, mentally calculating the time. He knew they had begun to alter the underground spiritual veins—

Changing the direction of the earth's veins would create quite a stir. Not to mention Luo San Xian, even Shi Nan Dang would notice.

But at this moment, no one doubted it:

Because the Heavenly and Earthly Divine Evil Formation was reaching its climax!

The earth fire roared, the star river poured down, and the spiritual energy around the Divine Fire Mountain boiled and surged, appearing like a solitary island in a sea of spiritual energy.

Not only could they not see the changes in the underground spiritual veins, but they also couldn't discern what was happening at the mountain's peak.

Shi Nan Dang's tone grew increasingly grave:

"The spiritual veins of Bai Xian Alliance are about to erupt; we should retreat for now..."

Before he could finish, a series of apocalyptic thunderous roars reached the ears of the four.

"It's coming!"

Shi Nan Dang's voice was laced with an unexpected panic. He abruptly turned to look toward the Bai Xian Alliance, only to be taken aback:

All he could see was the beauty of nature, with birds singing and flowers blooming, white clouds drifting lazily, and time flowing peacefully.

A hint of confusion crossed Shi Nan Dang's face, mixed with anxiety, as if he feared that something had gone wrong with the formation, and he would bear the consequences.

"Up... up there!"

Zhong Xuan, the sect leader, shakily pointed in another direction.

That was where the thunderous roars were coming from:

It was as if a grand fireworks display was taking place, with spiritual energy shooting up into the sky, bursting into a dazzling array of colors.

The ground trembled, and mountains shook.

One peak after another collapsed.

The once undulating skyline became straight.

Distant mountains crumbled into ruins, vibrant colors buried beneath yellow earth.

Shi Nan Dang let out a soft breath, a smile creeping onto his face, as if to say, "Now that's more like it!"

"Master, that's the direction of Hao Ri Mountain."

Zhong Xuan's words froze the smile on Shi Nan Dang's face.

His lips trembled: "Hao Ri Mountain?"

"Hao Ri Mountain."

He turned to Zheng Fa and the others, only to see them nodding in silence, their expressions unified, conveying four words—your home has blown up.

Shi Nan Dang glanced back at that direction, then at the Divine Fire Mountain, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Master, should we stay here?" Zhong Xuan asked again, "Zheng Fa, he wouldn't be coming, would he?"

"…"

"If he goes, it would be to Hao Ri Mountain… to watch the show."

Zheng Fa had to admit that Zhong Xuan was right!

...

"Are we really staying here?" The ancestor of Jiu Shan asked the same question as Zhong Xuan, looking at the collapsing spiritual veins not far away, his face slightly panicked. "With such a big commotion, aren't we running away?"

Sister Zhang smiled gently, the innate Bagua diagram in the sky subtly rotating, concealing their figures.

The ancestor of Jiu Shan grew more perplexed, gazing at Sister Zhang in confusion.

"We're waiting for our junior brother and Fairy Xie."

The ancestor of Jiu Shan was puzzled: "Waiting for Zheng Fa? What for?"

"Our junior brother said that Luo San Xian violated the Six Sects Alliance and intruded into our Bai Xian Alliance territory; how can we let that slide?" Sister Zhang explained. "The Six Sects Alliance is still in effect; Luo San Xian must pay the price."

The ancestor of Jiu Shan found this reasonable, but something felt off, though he couldn't articulate it.

Seeing his confused expression, Sister Zhang continued, "Actually, our junior brother is cautious… If we don't make our stance clear, it would seem like we're guilty, raising suspicion."

"Giving Luo San Xian a lesson is only logical."

The ancestor of Jiu Shan nodded slightly, as if he understood, but suddenly asked:

"So, we blew up Hao Ri Mountain and still have to chase after Luo San Xian from there?"

"…"

"This Luo San Xian, not only did he lose the Xian Sword, but his lair has also been blown up…"

"Isn't this a case of the thief crying 'stop thief'? A bit too arrogant, don't you think?"

Sister Zhang fell silent, seemingly feeling a bit embarrassed.

But then the ancestor of Jiu Shan clapped his hands and laughed, "Arrogance is good! Jiu Shan Sect has never been this bold! I knew handing the sect over to you two would work out!"

...

Shi Nan Dang was also torn about whether to return to the Divine Fire Mountain. Initially, he would have definitely chosen to go back; after all, the Divine Fire Mountain was much safer.

But now… it seemed like there was nothing happening here.

However, he soon had no time to ponder.

With the generous offering of the Hao Ri Mountain's spiritual veins, the Heavenly and Earthly Divine Evil Formation had completely erupted.

Seven stars in the sky shone like seven blazing suns, dazzling and blinding.

Bright starlight, infused with surging spiritual power, rolled down from the peak of the Divine Fire Mountain, quickly engulfing the mountain Zheng Fa and the others stood on.

Shi Nan Dang felt the surrounding brightness was blinding, disorienting him, and his spiritual awareness was lost in the chaotic spiritual energy, unable to discern reality from illusion.

He naturally didn't see Zheng Fa leap into the air, transforming into a streak of rainbow light, moving effortlessly within the Heavenly and Earthly Divine Evil Formation, swiftly returning to the peak of the Divine Fire Mountain.

Luo San Xian's face was ashen, seemingly having caught sight of the fireworks display at Hao Ri Mountain.

Yet he remained fixated on the mountain's belly, unmoved.

But with the formation now erupting, its power was terrifying; even Luo San Xian had to avoid its edge, seemingly unable to locate the Xian Sword—

After all, the Heavenly and Earthly Divine Evil Formation could refine treasures like the Xian Sword, and Luo San Xian naturally dared not test its might.

Zheng Fa transformed into a gentle breeze, the Nine You Talisman in his soul glowing faintly as he slipped into the mountain's belly.

Perhaps the formation hindered Luo San Xian's awareness of his surroundings.

Perhaps the Nine You Talisman was extraordinarily marvelous.

Zheng Fa's actions went unnoticed by Luo San Xian, who clearly had no idea.

Only the Xian Sword within the mountain's belly trembled slightly, as if it had already broken free.

"Master!"

A youthful cheer echoed in Zheng Fa's consciousness.

The spirit of the Xian Sword, dressed in black with two little pigtails, dashed into Zheng Fa's sea of consciousness.

She immediately spotted the Nine You Talisman in the sea of consciousness, blinked her eyes, and her expression… became three parts more respectful.

Zheng Fa knew that the Nine You Demon Ancestor wasn't exaggerating; at least the Xian Sword spirit's reaction clearly showed some fear of the Nine You Talisman.

"Master…" The Xian Sword spirit ran up to Zheng Fa's soul, looking up at him with a hint of desire.

"Mm?"

"Can I kill that old man outside?"

Zheng Fa was taken aback, looking at the Xian Sword spirit's innocent face, puzzled:

Has this sword spirit really recovered from its mental illness?

"No."

It wasn't that Zheng Fa had any particular fondness for Luo San Xian; it was just that the scapegoat had a task more important than death.

...

Three days later, the starlight in the sky gradually faded, and the earth fire of the Divine Fire Mountain slowly calmed.

Shi Nan Dang turned around and saw Zheng Fa standing beside him, looking perfectly fine. He also noticed that Zhong Xuan and Elder Jiu were present, and there seemed to be no issues.

He looked at the Divine Fire Mountain, slightly furrowing his brow: "Is the sword ready?"

... It was ready, but he didn't know if Luo San Xian was satisfied with Jiu Shan Sect's craftsmanship.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 473: Trouble from the Mouth, Persuasion Techniques

Luo San Xian appeared to be quite dissatisfied.

Holding the "Xian Sword," his gaze was fixed, his lips tightly pressed together, as if he had forgotten how to smile.

The Xian Sword seemed to possess some spirit, trembling lightly in his hand, as if trying to comfort him.

Luo San Xian's expression grew even more frustrated, akin to a father seeing his son return from a journey dressed in women's clothing—unable to acknowledge him, yet unable to deny their blood connection.

On the Divine Fire Mountain, no one spoke.

Everyone silently gazed at the Xian Sword in Luo San Xian's hand, secretly swallowing their saliva.

They all understood—this was serious!

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