章 66: Young Master Lu Finally Gets Involved!
On North Luo Lake, Lu Fan's gaze shifted away from the Spirit Suppression Chessboard. The wheelchair turned direction automatically on the terrace, slowly moving to the railing. Leaning against the railing, he looked out.
A gentle breeze blew, causing ripples on the blue waves. Mist lingered around the entire island, and above, the wind and clouds calmed down, allowing the golden sunlight to pierce through the clouds and shine on the lake, creating sparkling reflections.
On the island, ten chrysanthemums swayed in the wind, absorbing and emitting spiritual energy. Combined with the spiritual energy Lu Fan had previously released, Heart Lake Island seemed like a fairyland.
Ni Yu poured a cup of warm wine. Lu Fan took it, feeling the warmth through the bronze cup in his palm. Leaning on the railing, he took a sip of plum wine and said to Ni Yu, "Xiao Ni, call Old Nie and Ning Jie over."
"Yes, sir." Ni Yu turned around and ran downstairs eagerly upon hearing the command.
Soon, Lu Fan could see Ni Yu's figure running with swift legs from the terrace. Lu Fan squinted his eyes as the wind gently moved his hair and his white robe fluttered.
On the island, Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao were meditating, while Yi Yue was in the corner, blushing and trying to sense the spiritual energy. Lu Fan glanced at them and took a sip of his wine.
Cultivation really depended on talent. Yi Yue's talent... was not particularly good, so she needed to put in more effort than others.
His gaze then fell on the assassin Mo Liujia. Lu Fan couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic for Yi Yue. At this moment, Mo Liujia was already surrounded by spiritual energy, successfully entering the Qi Condensation realm. Truly, he was a genius who could figure out "Controlling Scissors with Intent" on his own.
Soon, Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao arrived. Spiritual energy surged around them, making it impossible to conceal their presence as they emitted imposing spiritual pressure.
"Young Master." Nie Changqing bowed, and Ning Zhao also showed her respect.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan played with the bronze wine cup. "There's been a change in plans. The Wolong Ridge Secret Realm has opened prematurely..."
Hmm?
Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing's brows furrowed. The Young Master had wanted them to reach the Ninth Stage of Qi Condensation before the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm opened, but now it seemed impossible.
"Ning Jie, Seventh Stage. Lao Nie, Fifth Stage of Qi Condensation... Just passable," Lu Fan said.
"The premature opening of the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm is my miscalculation. Since that's the case, you might as well go ahead now," he continued.
Nie Changqing glanced at Ning Zhao, surprised that she was still ahead of him in Qi cultivation. But, with the "Ground Treasury Sutra" that Lu Fan had imparted to her, which was an equally profound cultivation method, it was normal for her cultivation speed to match his.
"Young Master, to enter the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm, we need the Heaven and Earth Qi Orders..." Ning Zhao frowned.
"Ordinary people indeed need them... But as disciples of the White Jade City, we don't need anything to enter the secret realm," Lu Fan said with a smile, sitting on the terrace in his wheelchair.
Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing were shocked that the Young Master, hundreds of miles away, was aware of the situation inside the secret realm.
Suppressing their astonishment, they jumped off the terrace and dashed away.
Lu Fan took a sip of sour plum wine, squinting his eyes.
"Old Nie, change into white clothes. From now on, all disciples of the White Jade City will wear white."
"Yes, sir." Nie Changqing nodded and rushed off the island, using Qi to control the boat, creating giant splashes of water as the boat cut through the lake like a white dragon, leaving North Luo Lake behind.
Upon reaching the shore, horses were waiting for them. They mounted up and rode off at full speed, watching Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao depart.
Lu Fan tapped his finger lightly on the bronze wine cup. "It's about time to wrap things up... After it's over, we should announce the first cultivation realm to the public. As for how to do it..." Lu Fan trailed off, rubbing the cup. "The Heavenly Machine family's Heavenly Machine Pigeon is not a bad idea."
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Wolong Ridge Secret Realm.
Supported by Mo Ju, Tan Tai Xuan shivered uncontrollably. Tan Tai Xuan, who had once been bold and vigorous, now looked lifeless, eyes filled with fear.
He had once been resplendent, commanding ten thousand troops like an immortal. But now, as tens of thousands of people vanished before him, it felt as if his past glory had been erased, leaving behind only intense shock, robbing Tan Tai Xuan of his former audacity.
Mo Ju sighed, lifting his head to gaze at the colorful lights reflecting off the Immortal Palace. There was a sense of awe and reverence in his eyes, mingled with fear of the unknown.
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Inside the Immortal Palace.
Li Sansi gasped for breath, facing the monstrous leader of the spirits, feeling overwhelmed. Around him were countless small spirit monsters. One wrong move and he could be torn apart.
When Xiang Shaoyu was knocked back, their hearts sank even further. Xiang Shaoyu, a pinnacle master of martial arts, a grandmaster. Even when facing the most renowned figures, he remained calm and composed, never at a disadvantage.
But now, he had been sent flying by a single move from the emaciated Daoist in the coffin. Rocks tumbled, and Xiang Shaoyu struggled to his feet, glaring at the emaciated Daoist, Jiang Chao.
"Qi Condensation realm, complete... Twelve threads of spiritual energy." Xiang Shaoyu stood tall, gripping his weapon, his robust frame pulsating with energy. "Is the capacity of a person's dantian for spiritual energy different from one another?" Xiang Shaoyu furrowed his brow, pondering.
"My dantian can hold fifteen threads of spiritual energy... but this Qi Condensation realm is complete with only twelve threads. Perhaps, this is the difference in aptitude." He turned his head to look into the distance at Li Sansi, who was continuously pushed back by the monstrous leader. "Li Sansi, do you know how many threads of spiritual energy your dantian can hold?"
In the distance, Li Sansi's face darkened. "Why ask this now? Isn't the priority to figure out how to break the formation?"
"Answer me."
"Sixteen threads!" Li Sansi gritted his teeth, but before he could finish, he was struck by the leader's blade and slammed into the stone wall.
Kong Nanfei's face was pale, his mouth dry, with small spirit monsters constantly closing in on him. Meanwhile, Mo Shougui bore a long scar on his back from the leader's blade, blood flowing continuously. He stood with his sword, looking as fragile as a thread.
They... were about to be wiped out.
Indeed, fate favored some and doomed others. Those who had fate thrived, while those without it... suffered!
Outside the stone chamber came rustling sounds. The other three surviving experts saw the terrifying leader of the spirits and the emaciated Daoist floating in the air and immediately turned to flee.
They had each condensed a thread of spiritual energy in their desperate situation, a fruitful harvest. If they were not content and continued to covet the immortal fortune in the stone chamber, they might not be able to leave the Immortal Palace alive. Had they not seen the miserable plight of heroes like Xiang Shaoyu, Li Sansi, Mo Shougui, and others?
Xiang Shaoyu swung his weapon, his gaze fixed on the emaciated Daoist. "Is the immortal laying out a plan, spreading spiritual energy into the world, intending to change the situation of the world?"
Xiang Shaoyu suddenly realized, as if he could see a hidden immortal amidst the swirling immortal energy, manipulating the fate of mortals.
"Immortal!" he exclaimed.
With a sigh, Xiang Shaoyu swiftly stepped back. "Li Sansi, Mo Shougui, Kong Nanfei, you guys hold off this emaciated Daoist for me. The rest... leave it to me!" Xiang Shaoyu roared, his figure suddenly appearing in front of Li Sansi. He swung his axe, colliding with the leader of the spirits' large blade, creating a deafening noise echoing in the stone chamber.
Li Sansi's body trembled as he instantly understood Xiang Shaoyu's intention. He dashed forward, wooden sword striking the ground as he charged towards the emaciated Daoist. Mo Shougui, pale-faced, endured the pain of his wounds as he also charged forward with his sword. Kong Nanfei shifted his focus, licking his cracked lips and gathering his righteous qi.
The emaciated Daoist, Jiang Chao, floated out of the coffin, his Daoist robe tattered, eyes glowing with green light. He waved his withered hand, and a spiritual pressure descended. Li Sansi and the others were sent flying by the impact.
Ignoring the three who were knocked back, Xiang Shaoyu, with his Bully King's Dance, directly confronted the leader of the spirits, eyes wide with fury, hair flying, and his robust body pulsating with energy.
Boom! Boom! Boom! As if possessing an earth-shattering force, Xiang Shaoyu, with his dragon-like blood and qi, withstood the spiritual impact, shield crashing against the leader, forcibly sending the two-meter-tall leader of the spirits flying. He then lifted his axe, delivering three consecutive strikes. One blow surpassed the last. It was the Bully King's ultimate skill, Three Axe Slash!
He mercilessly killed the leader of the spirits.
Bang! The leader of the spirits was slain, transforming into ten threads of spiritual energy swirling around Xiang Shaoyu. Xiang Shaoyu's Qi Condensation realm operated, madly absorbing the spiritual energy into his body. He felt as if his body was about to burst, his strength skyrocketing. Swinging his axe, he charged towards the emaciated Daoist.
The floating emaciated Daoist's robe billowed as he raised his hand, and spiritual pressure suddenly pressed down. With a single push, Xiang Shaoyu, enveloped in spiritual energy, was sent flying, repeatedly struck by invisible palms as he flew backward.
A severe beating left Xiang Shaoyu bewildered. Were cultivators really this strong?!
Inside the stone chamber, the small spirit monsters and the remaining leader of the spirits dispersed into spiritual energy, merging into the emaciated Daoist's body, making him even more powerful. Floating in the air, the Daoist slowly pressed his palms downward.
Bang! The stone chamber floor suddenly exploded.
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Five miles outside of Wolong Ridge.
Hoofbeats thundered.
Mo Ju suddenly turned his head. In the distance, two horses galloped, with a man and a woman riding them, one in white shirt and the other in a white dress.
"It's her!" Mo Ju's pupils contracted as he recognized Ning Zhao. She was the woman who stood alone under the city of Beiluo, with unmatched elegance and grace.
This woman was the maid of the Beiluo Young Master!
Could it be that the Beiluo Young Master was finally going to intervene in this immortal fortune?
The two of them rode their horses without stopping, swiftly approaching five miles outside of Wolong Ridge. Mo Ju stood up abruptly.
"The Immortal Palace is five miles away. Without the permission of the Heaven and Earth Qi Order, we cannot enter!" However, Ning Zhao paid no attention, leaping into the air, her toes touching the horse's back as she soared into the sky, entering the five-mile radius of the Immortal Palace. She dispersed her spiritual pressure, confirming what the Young Master said, that her spiritual pressure and the Immortal Palace's spiritual pressure neutralized each other.
Nie Changqing followed closely behind. The two of them displayed their light skills, as if they were exiled immortals, drifting over the five miles.
They landed in front of the Immortal Palace gate.
With a clap, accompanied by a distant creaking sound, the Immortal Palace gate opened!
Standing in front of the open gate, Ning Zhao's three thousand strands of hair fluttered in the wind as she glanced back lightly at Mo Ju. That glance left Mo Ju standing dumbfounded, dazzled and enchanted.
That look...
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