Si Wuya had a wide information network. He was also privy to the background of the seven great sects and the weaknesses of the sect masters. According to his conceptual plan, he would arrange for the Darknet’s core member, Ye Zhixing, to send the weaknesses of the seven great sects to the Evil Sky Pavilion. Perhaps, if his master changed his mind, he could be sent to negotiate with the seven great sects. With information that could be used against them in his possession, the seven great sects would certainly be repelled by Si Wuya’s words alone. With Yu Zhenghai and the Darknet supporting him outside, Si Wuya was confident that he could pull this off. When that time came, his master would surely regard him in a new light.
However, now, it seemed like a joke. The greatest joke under the heavens!
Si Wuya had, on several occasions, guessed that his master had already learned about the secrets of the Nine-leaf stage. He had even spoken to his Eldest Senior Brother about this. Unfortunately, both of them found it hard to believe. The ‘truth’ had been ingrained in their minds, after all. If one were told the sun rose from the south, one would not believe it unless one witnessed it.
Si Wuya looked at the huge avatar. Apart from the metaphorical sting he felt on his cheeks, he felt really embarrassed to the extent that he did not dare to show his face.
Did a Nine-leaf cultivator need help? In the face of absolute strength, plots and schemes were laughable.
Whizz!
The barrier was brightly lit at this moment.
The Golden Court Mountain’s barrier and the avatar brightened up the night sky.
The Evil Sky Pavilion seemed to regain its former glory.
Meanwhile, Lu Zhou did not stop there. Instead, he kept channeling his Primal Qi. He kept hearing notifications about the rewards from instructing Si Wuya, but he had no time to deal with that.
Lu Zhou did not pay any attention to what was happening on the ground. Instead, he was fully focused on channeling his Primal Qi into the Formation. He wondered, ‘Is the rascal working on those questions inside the Cave of Reflection again?’
Lu Zhou needed the Formation to be completely stabilized. After all, the power from the Peak Trial Card would be wasted if it was not used. When the time limit was exceeded, all the extra Primal Qi he possessed would disappear.
Si Wuya suddenly remembered something. ‘Where are the people from the seven great sects?’
He took a deep breath and ran toward the western side of the mountain. He stood up high as he looked down. To his delight, the radiance from Golden Court Mountain and the avatar lit up the forest. As far as his eye could see, there were signs of battles past.
There were ditches left behind by countless energy swords, craters in the shapes of Golden Lotuses, and the bodies of the disciples from the seven great sects strewn haphazardly across the land. It was a magnificent sight to behold!
Si Wuya was in awe as he murmured, “Is this the power of the Nine-leaf stage?”
A mile from the valley.
Mingshi Yin regarded Feng Qinghe with slight surprise and said, “What do you know? I’ll have to give it to you, you do have many tricks up your sleeves. The seven great sects have now become your fodder.”
After his sea of Qi was burnt, Feng Qinghe’s expression changed as he said darkly, “You chose to turn away from the path of heaven and barge into hell.”
Mingshi Yin gestured with a finger. He said with a straight face, “I’m so afraid.”
This infuriated Feng Qinghe. He wanted to tear Mingshi Yin into pieces. There was a time limit after one’s sea of Qi was burned. He no longer wasted words and lunged at Mingshi Yi at lightning speed.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Hand seals rocked the air!
Mingshi Yin nimbly dodged the attacks. He jeered. “Faster, faster… You’re injured, and it’s slowing you down.”
Feng Qinghe’s judgment was clouded by his rage. His attacks grew in ferocity and scale.
Several rounds later, Mingshi Yin was finally feeling the pressure. After all, how could he fight against such an elite with his current cultivation base? If Feng Qinghe were not heavily injured by his master earlier, he would not be so bold as to challenge Feng Qinghe.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Mingshi Yin kept retreating into the forest.
Swoosh!
Feng Qinghe suddenly retreated as well. He scanned the forest before him and asked, “You deliberately led me here?”
“You’re smart.” Mingshi Yin nodded.
“Alas… you’re too green.”
Whizz!
Feng Qinghe summoned his avatar. Due to his burnt sea of Qi burnt, he had to deal with Mingshi Yin in the shortest time possible. The longer this battle dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him. He originally had a Seven-leaf cultivation base. It had, naturally, deteriorated after he burned more than half of his sea of Qi. He was now only a Six-leaf cultivator, at most. If this had been any ordinary circumstance, it would have been easy for him to kill a Six-leaf cultivator. However, the current situation was unique. He had to go all out. It should be enough to deal with Mingshi Yin.
Feng Qinghe flattened his palms. Talisman scripts appeared and swirled before they shot toward Mingshi Yin with his avatar.
“Amazing! I’ll run –” Mingshi Yin was not stupid. He would not butt heads with Feng Qinghe. He tapped the ground lightly with his feet and leaped into the forest at lighting speed.
The trees seemed to have come to life as they barred Feng Qinghe’s way.
Boom!
A part of the forest was instantly flattened by the avatar and the talisman scripts.
Feng Qinghe hovered in the air within his avatar and looked down.
Mingshi Yin’s voice reached him from afar, “Hey, over here.”
Under a huge tree to Feng Qinghe’s left, Mingshi Yin was gesturing toward him with a finger.
Feng Qinghe wasted no words and shot two hand seals out from his palms. Then, he dove after the hand seals along with his avatar.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Feng Qinghe’s attacks missed.
Mingshi Yin successfully dodged Feng Qinghe’s attacks. If he could not beat Feng Qinghe, dodging was the best course of action.
After some time, Feng Qinghe finally discovered something was amiss. He could not afford for this to drag on. He had never met anyone as cunning as Mingshi Yin before.
Feng Qinghe gauged his sea of Qi. He brought out a stack of talismans from his pocket before he drew his index finger across them. His Primal Qi surged out and ignited the talismans. Then, he tossed them down.
The forest caught fire in just an instant.
When he saw the fire was not burning fiercely enough, Feng Qinghe repeated the move and tossed out more talismans. The talismans flew in different directions into the forest. Then, he climbed higher, feeling pleased. He looked down at the burning land, looking out for other elites who might be lurking in the vicinity.
“Wow! You got me!” Mingshi Yin was choking from the smoke. He immediately wrapped himself in energy and ran toward the valley. There were no trees and no fire there. It was as though he had turned into the wind.
“Running away? Die!” Feng Qinghe joined his palms and tossed dozens of talismans out. The instant the talismans were ignited, Formation veins seemed to appear in the air. It shone with a golden light before it transformed into talisman seals. The talisman seals were locked onto Mingshi Yin.
Feng Qinghe launched an all-out attack with his avatar as he charged toward Mingshi Yin. Although he was only at the Six-leaf stage right now, his 70-foot tall avatar was not something ordinary cultivators could hope to fight.
His avatar buzzed, and he stomped his foot.
Under the crushing difference between realms, tricks and schemes were meaningless.
Boom!
Feng Qinghe and his avatar landed. A round crater appeared under the Golden Lotus. He was convinced that his opponent had been flattened. He laughed heartily. “A disciple of the Evil Sky Pavilion? You should blame your rotten luck for your death.” He had lost all the elegance fitting of a sect master. His words were also beginning to lose sense. After all, none of the nine Evil Sky Pavilion disciples had been killed by the Noble Path or anyone for that matter. Even Zhu Honggong, with his weak cultivation base, always managed to escape unscathed from perilous situations. He felt that the coordinated attack from the seven great sects on Golden Court Mountain was the best chance they could ever get. Yet, his ambitions were mercilessly crushed by the Nine-leaf villain. The achievement of killing an Evil Sky Pavilion disciple served as a great motivation and source of comfort to him. He continued to laugh maniacally. Finally, he raised his hand and sealed his dantian’s sea of Qi again. Then, his avatar vanished.
Boom!
A loud crash resonated in the air as a figure shot out of the round crater.
Feng Qinghe reeled back.
Mingshi Yin raised a hand. The Separation Hook was hovering above his palm. “You’re powerful indeed… So powerful that you made me use one-third of my strength.”
Feng Qinghe made an error in judgment. A frown could be seen on his face when he landed. He endured the pain and said through gritted teeth, “Ground escape technique?”
“It’s something I picked up. An insignificant skill, really.” Mingshi Yin slowly moved toward him.