Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1699 - 143 The Great Calamity Begins_2

Chapter 1699: Chapter 143 The Great Calamity Begins_2

The only surviving Qin Lingxiao, according to the scouts sent by the sect, has already headed towards the Huangji Continent with the people of the Yuanci Palace.

Even though the upper echelons of the Wanxiang Sect had already reached a consensus to gather strength and wait for the opportune moment, they still experienced a moment of wavering upon hearing such news.

This is not about those rogue cultivators and mortals, but rather an old, established power that has had dealings with the Wanxiang Sect for tens of thousands of years.

In a single night, they were abducted, and throughout the entire process, they received not a single piece of information.

“It’s terrifying… Even if the Qin Family’s power has greatly diminished, for them to achieve this in such a short time, Han Yanzi’s methods are growing increasingly unfathomable!”

“If things continue like this, it would be akin to sitting idly by while Han Yanzi grows stronger… perhaps we should send out some people to join forces with the Tai A Temple Master of the Youxian Temple and the Martial Kingdom to resist Han Yanzi together!”

“No! Vice Sect Master Wang instructed us not to act rashly so we could conserve our strength and deploy it at a critical moment. If we split our forces, wouldn’t that play right into Han Yanzi’s hands?”

“Moreover, if we all go, leaving the sect empty, should Han Yanzi launch a surprise attack, it could lead to a repeat of the Longevity Sect’s downfall.”

The hall was abuzz with discussions.

Th𝚤𝕤 𝖼hⱥp𝖙ҽr 𝐢𝖘 p𝐨ʂ𝐭ᥱ𝙙 b𝕪 𝖪𝙞𝘵𝙚𝐧𝗼𝓋ҽ𝖑

Zhao Feng was also deeply furrowed in thought.

He trusted Wang Ba’s deductions, but in face of the current situation, he couldn’t help but feel a bit shaken.

“The Evergoat Divine Mountain is still flying towards the Huangji Continent, should we save them or not?”

Countless thoughts arose, and eventually, Zhao Feng made his decision:

“We shall do as the Vice Sect Master said and remain immovable!”

Upon hearing Zhao Feng’s decision, the hall did not immediately reach a consensus as it usually would, but rather sparked some rare disagreements.

Among the crowd stood the figure of Guan Ao, inconspicuous.

He listened silently to the cultivators’ words around him, gradually piecing together various details in his heart.

“Wang Ba… This person is indeed not to be underestimated, highly skilled in the Method of Deduction… The Artifact Spirit had previously showed interest in him.”

While thinking these, he also conversed with other cultivators in a low voice, deliberately or inadvertently discussing the Tribulation Crossing Raft.

…

Whoosh—

The massive blood-colored giant sheep-headed Divine Mountain roared across the vast land.

Majestic, imposing, exquisite, eerie…

On the Divine Mountain, countless Demon Sect cultivators, like ants, carved out numerous caves in the mountain’s waist, shuttling back and forth, escorting the dazed cultivators and mortals one by one.

Blood mist spread, evil qi lingered.

On this day, several disheveled cultivators hurriedly arrived before the Divine Mountain, and under the lead of a cold and stern young man in black, they respectfully paid their respects in the direction of the mountain’s summit:

“Shen Fu, requests an audience with the uppermost!”

A few breaths later.

From above the Divine Mountain came a faintly eerie voice:

“How is the situation?”

Shen Fu showed a look of shame, bowing his head even lower:

“In response to the uppermost, the True Martial opponents in the Martial Kingdom’s capital are far more numerous than us, and we are no match when they formed a formation.”

“Please punish us, uppermost!”

“Is that so?”

From the Divine Mountain came an elder’s voice, seemingly meaningful, then said leisurely:

“The Sect Master ventured alone into the Martial Kingdom to defeat the True Martial opponents, though he was heavily wounded and retreated, he did give it his all, so how can punishment be warranted.”

“Come up here.”

Shen Fu’s heart sank slightly, yet he dared not hesitate and hurriedly flew towards the summit of the Divine Mountain.

Before long, he saw an elder in green standing on the summit, pinching a seal as if calculating something.

His gaze shifted slightly, and he saw not far away, two early-stage Immortal Ascension cultivators standing vacantly, as if they had completely lost their spirit.

His heart suddenly tightened:

“It’s those two Divinity Transformation cultivators from the Qin Family!”

“When did he make a move on the Qin Family?!”

Throughout the Fenglin Continent, the only ones with Divinity Transformation cultivators were the Jin Dynasty and the Yan Dynasty.

Therefore, he had a thorough understanding of the Divinity Transformation cultivators currently in the open from each sect, ascertaining these two immediately.

Just when he wanted to inquire more, the elder in green seemed to also realize that having the two Qin Family Divinity Transformation cultivators here was somewhat conspicuous, and said with a casual smile:

“The Qin Family has indeed declined, only sent a clone, and easily captured.”

With a wave of his sleeve, their figures disappeared without a trace.

The old man in blue robes promptly withdrew the seal technique into his sleeve.

Shen Fu’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of sharpness barely detectable flitting through them.

With his head slightly lowered, he seemed completely unaware.

“I heard that the one who defeated you is someone named Wang Yi’an?”

The old man in blue robes, having dismissed the two Divinity Transformation cultivators, finally got to the point and asked at a leisurely pace.

Shen Fu spoke earnestly:

“Yes, this person is exceedingly formidable, not only adept in Sword Dao but also able to integrate the Method of True Wu. I was caught off guard and fell victim to his schemes.”

“I see.”

The old man in blue robes nodded slightly, then shifted the topic:

“Compared to others, the effects of using True Martial Cultivators are indeed somewhat superior to that of ordinary cultivators.”

Shen Fu’s gaze narrowed:

“The uppermost means we should capture more True Martial Cultivators?”

“Hehe, we have no other choice. Nowadays, the Four Continents are all under the control of the Martial Kingdom, it doesn’t matter who we choose.”

The old man in blue robes shook his head with a smile.

Shen Fu hurriedly bowed and said:

“Then I shall make arrangements…”

“There’s no need for that.”

The old man in blue robes looked at Shen Fu with a smile, but his smile seemed to carry an unfathomable meaning:

“Since even you are no match for Wang Yi’an, I am somewhat curious. This time I shall personally visit… Sect Master, you’ve been through a lot and are heavily injured, perhaps it’s best for you to return and rest well within the sect.”

“This…”

Shen Fu was stunned, his mind racing.

Yet he still couldn’t discern the deeper implication behind the old man’s arrangement.

Hesitantly, he said:

“I just have some minor injuries… If the uppermost needs me, I am duty-bound to assist.”

“No need now. Without the Martial Ancestor, even the so-called Youth Sword Ancestor is just a fleeting glory… You, as a Master of a Sect, would be ridiculed if your health declines, right?”

As the old man in blue robes spoke, he wore a kindly expression, waving Shen Fu over with a smile:

“Come, let me take a look.”

With a look of honored surprise, Shen Fu immediately flew over.

The old man in blue robes gently placed his hand on Shen Fu’s shoulder, and upon sensing the severity of Shen Fu’s injuries, he nodded:

“Indeed, the injuries are quite severe. Go back and have a good rest. You’ve worked hard over these years, the healing pills in the sect are at your disposal.”

Shen Fu couldn’t help but show an expression mixed with surprise and guilt:

“Shen Fu is incompetent, causing the uppermost concern. Yet I wish to remain by the uppermost’s side, even doing nothing, just watching, is deeply rewarding.”

“Good!”

The old man in blue robes patted Shen Fu approvingly, but then shook his head, refusing without room for negotiation:

“Healing is of utmost priority, and your good intentions are appreciated.”

“While I am not in the sect, you must guard the sect well.”

Shen Fu heard the refusal in the old man’s words, quickly bowed once more, and did not dare delay, promptly leaving the Evergoat Divine Mountain.

Watching Shen Fu depart, the old man in blue robes revealed an amused expression.

“Shen Fu… heh, this time, you won’t be able to relay any information, will you?”

The Divine Mountain soon flew towards the Huangji Continent.

Crossing the vast Eastern Sea, it finally reached the shores of Huangji Continent, where heavily fortified Murky Black Fortresses awaited.

As soon as the Divine Mountain appeared, Class V True Martial Cultivators rapidly converged from afar.

After more than twenty years of painstaking effort, under the careful planning of Martial Ancestor Wang Xu and Wang Yi’an, the Martial Kingdom’s “True Martial Sutra” spread widely, and the number of Class V True Martial Cultivators ushered in a breakthrough.

In no time, several Class V True Martial Cultivators had flown to this remote coastal fortress.

Yet Evergoat Divine Mountain appeared unchanged, allowing these True Martial Cultivators to gather swiftly.

That was until a blood-colored sword-light roared from afar, converging before the assembly of Class V True Martial Cultivators, causing the Evergoat Divine Mountain to finally stir.

An old figure in blue stepped forth at a leisurely pace, his gaze fixed on the young man with a sword emerging from the blood-colored sword-light. Seeing the other’s appearance, he suddenly smiled and said:

“Are you the son of Wang Ba of the Wanxiang Sect?”