nyslfriends Chapter 1947 The Pursuit, Lan Yaobo
Chapter 1947 The Pursuit, Lan Yaobo
Deep within the mountains, before that rocky cliff shrouded by an illusion array...
Two figures appeared out of thin air.
It was that Nascent Soul True Monarch and the Director of the Surveillance Department of Linhai Immortal City.
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The Golden Core cultivator, dressed in the robes of the Director of the Supervisory Bureau of the Immortal City Cultivator Association, immediately bowed and clasped his hands in a respectful tone:
"My lord, according to those Qi Refining stage youths, some remnants of the [Merging Immortal Sect] are hiding within this illusion array."
"I already know the import and export rules."
As they were speaking,
He dared not hesitate for a moment, his hands quickly forming a hand seal, unleashing a powerful incantation.
A series of shimmering white rays shot out from their fingertips.
It precisely sank into the rock wall in front of it.
next moment,
The seemingly ordinary rock face suddenly rippled with a faint ripple.
The rough texture of the rocks gradually became blurred, and the outline of the illusion array faintly emerged. A faint fluctuation of spiritual energy emanated from the array.
Seeing this scene,
The Nascent Soul True Monarch, standing three feet off the ground in mid-air, was not careless in the slightest.
Among the remnants of the Rebellious Cultivator faction, there are three fake Nascent Soul cultivators. Although they are no match for him, if they were to set a trap, they could still cause him trouble.
With a thought, an ancient pagoda suddenly flew out of his body and hovered above his head.
The pagoda was covered with densely packed runes, emitting a faint golden light, and a soft yet resilient light curtain descended, enveloping him and the director of the inspection bureau.
at the same time,
A precious mirror, crimson gold in color, appeared in his palm. Its surface was smooth, radiating a sharp, spiritual light.
It is clearly a powerful magic weapon.
After all preparations are complete...
The Nascent Soul True Monarch spoke calmly, his tone leaving no room for argument:
"Enter."
Then, the two moved, transforming into two streaks of light, and without hesitation disappeared into the rock wall in front of them, vanishing into the illusion array.
Looking again, the scene before me changed drastically in an instant—
A vast valley came into view.
In the center of the valley stood a grand stone hall, surrounded by dozens of stone houses.
The information provided was almost identical to that given by the previous boys.
The only difference is...
The valley is now deathly silent, devoid of any human presence.
There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy.
The protective array that had once enveloped the stone house had long since vanished.
Most of the stone houses had their doors open, and the inside was a mess, clearly showing signs of a hasty evacuation.
see,
The Nascent Soul True Monarch, with a pagoda atop his head and a crimson-gold mirror inverted in his palm, revealed a look of understanding in his eyes.
A faint, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips; he thought to himself:
"really!
These remnants have long since fled.
Judging from the traces in the stone house and the residual spiritual energy fluctuations in the air, they must have left about a day ago.
Clearly, the other side was prepared to retreat.
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The head of the Surveillance Department of Linhai Immortal City, standing behind the Nascent Soul True Monarch, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
A hint of relief appeared on his face—
His biggest fear was that this was a trap set by the remnants of the revisionist regime.
If there really was an ambush, the Nascent Soul Elder might be able to escape easily, but for a Golden Core cultivator like him, the odds would be against him.
Seeing that the valley was now empty, he finally felt relieved.
Then,
He looked at the Nascent Soul True Monarch beside him, and cautiously bowed, asking:
"Elder, it seems these remnants had planned to retreat long ago and have now vanished without a trace."
So what should we do next?
Should we send people to search for them?
"No need to wait!"
The Nascent Soul elder spoke calmly, his tone composed yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"The situation is now quite clear: internal divisions within these remnants are beginning to emerge—"
Some are willing to contribute their valuable resources in exchange for the association's pardon;
Some, however, were unwilling to abandon their sect's heritage and chose to remain hidden and stubbornly resist.
This disagreement is a good thing for our monks' association.
He paused, then continued:
"Moreover, as time goes by, their internal divisions will only grow larger."
Internal strife is inevitable.
Even if those pseudo-infant powerhouses among the remnants are unwilling to submit to the association, faced with such a powerful trend,
Faced with the pressure of survival,
In the end, there is only one path left to take—surrender.
Unless those pseudo-Nascent Soul experts who possess the resources of top-tier sects are willing to accept the severance of their sect's lineage,
Willing to watch all disciples fend for themselves
otherwise,
Surrender was only a matter of time.
Upon hearing this,
The head of the Surveillance Department of Linhai Immortal City immediately bowed and said in a respectful tone with a fawning expression:
"Your insight is brilliant!"
"I am too dull to have thought of this before. Thanks to your guidance, sir, I have suddenly understood."
"Alright, no need to say more."
The Nascent Soul True Monarch waved his hand and said in a calm tone,
"Go back and record this matter in detail. Closely monitor the movements of the remnants of the Immortal Fusion Sect."
Report any new information immediately.
As for these remnants, there's no need to deliberately investigate them; they'll walk right into the trap sooner or later.
After saying that,
A burst of light flashed around the Nascent Soul True Monarch, and a dazzling golden light shot into the sky.
Looking again, his figure vanished into the valley in an instant, leaving only a faint ripple of spiritual energy that gradually dissipated.
Only the director of the Linhai Immortal City Supervision Bureau remained on the spot.
He glanced at the empty, desolate canyon, feeling no lingering attachment and not wanting to stay any longer. He immediately turned around, retraced his steps, passed through the illusion array, left the Hidden Thunder Mountains, and returned to Linhai Immortal City to report back.
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As time slowly took hold, the power of the cultivator association's announcement issued by Cheng Buzheng gradually began to manifest.
Like an invisible force, it swept across the entire cultivation world.
Many junior cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, who had been hiding among the remnants of the sect in various places, arrived at the branches of the various immortal cities directly under the control of the Cultivator Association, escorted by their elders.
They proactively reported on the situation, accepted scrutiny, and sought a way to survive.
As the Nascent Soul True Monarch had predicted, the divisions within those remnants of the rebellious cultivation faction grew ever larger.
Some insisted on contributing their valuable resources in exchange for a pardon and a peaceful life;
Some, however, were firmly opposed, preferring to continue hiding rather than abandon the foundation of their sect;
Others waver, struggling to choose between survival and the glory of their sect.
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Seven days later!
Above the northwestern border of the Great Yuan Kingdom, fierce winds howled.
A dark blue cloud was rapidly passing by, and beneath it, a flying boat about ten feet long was cutting through the wind.
The cloud patterns engraved on the hull shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
As it pierced the sky...
Only a fleeting afterimage remained.
Even the surrounding gale was quietly blocked by the protective shield on the surface of the flying boat.
Inside the flying boat, the deck was as smooth as a mirror, and two figures stood side by side at the bow, their clothes fluttering slightly in the wind.
The cultivator on the left was quite handsome, with a face like jade, and his eyes still held a hint of youthful naiveté.
He was dressed in a short, moon-white outfit, a short sword hanging at his waist, and exuded a faint aura of early Foundation Establishment cultivation.
It was Lin Qingxuan, the newly promoted Foundation Establishment disciple of the Bixiao Sect.
He squinted slightly, gazing at the distant, boundless lake. The lake's surface shimmered, yet was shrouded in a thin, barely perceptible mist.
Even from several miles away, one could sense the eerie aura emanating from the mist.
"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yuan,"
Lin Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible solemnity, and turned to look at the middle-aged cultivator beside him.
"On my way here, I heard that a strange white mist has been lingering deep within Blue Ocean Lake for years, and many low-level cultivators who have rashly approached it have all suffered mental confusion."
Some even got lost in the fog and never came out again.
"You mean the lair of that golden-scaled python you mentioned is deep within this Blue Obsidian Lake?"
As he spoke,
He turned slightly to the side, his expression growing increasingly solemn, his gaze fixed on Xuan Yuan Daoist's face, a hint of worry hidden in his eyes.
Having only recently broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage and lacking experience, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive upon hearing of Lan Yaobo's unusual condition.
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The Taoist Xuan Yuan beside him chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of certainty and pride.
He wore a dark blue Taoist robe, had a square face, slightly graying temples, and was surrounded by a powerful aura of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Its aura was several times stronger than Lin Qingxuan's.
The spiritual energy emanating from his body carried a sense of calm and weight.
"Junior brother, you are unaware of this!"
Xuan Yuan Daoist raised his hand and brushed the dust off his Daoist robe, his tone light:
"Those affected by the white mist are just juniors in the Qi Refining stage."
With such cultivation levels, their spiritual souls are inherently weak, and lacking powerful protective spiritual light, the slight erosion from the poisonous smoke in the mist naturally leads to spiritual confusion.
There's no need to be surprised.
We are both Foundation Establishment cultivators, our spiritual power far exceeding that of a Qi Refining junior by more than a hundred times.
With a soul as solid as jade, even a mere wisp of poisonous smoke would be a catastrophic disaster for a junior Qi Refining cultivator.
But for you and me, it's nothing more than a gentle breeze, not worth mentioning.
So you don't need to let those hearsay rumors bother you; just relax.
He paused for a moment.
He abruptly changed the subject, a strange glint flashing in his eyes, his tone becoming colder:
"Moreover, the unusual signs in Blue Ocean have only appeared in recent years, not since ancient times."
"So it's highly likely that it's not a naturally formed forbidden area."
instead!
It is highly likely that a Foundation Establishment stage poison cultivator is secretly cultivating here.
Fearing disturbance from ignorant juniors, he set up this white mist poison barrier as his protective sanctuary.
Having said that,
A greedy smile curved at the corners of Xuan Yuan Daoist's lips. His voice was lowered, but it couldn't hide his excitement:
"If we're lucky on this trip, we'll not only be able to successfully obtain one of the main ingredients for refining the Golden Scale Pill—the inner gall of the Golden Scale Python,
There might even be an unexpected surprise.
Upon hearing this,
A flicker of hesitation crossed Lin Qingxuan's eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly.
The worry in his tone had not dissipated:
"Senior Brother Xuan Yuan, although that is true, things are never too risky, just in case."
What if the one lurking deep inside isn't a Foundation Establishment stage poison cultivator?
Or perhaps an even more terrifying Golden Core cultivator?
At that time, with our combined cultivation levels, we would be utterly vulnerable...
"Humph!"
Upon hearing this, Daoist Xuanyuan gave a disdainful snort, his tone filled with contempt and arrogance.
"So what if he's a Golden Core Realm poison cultivator?"
Junior brother, don't forget who the overlord of the cultivation world in the Great Yuan Kingdom is.
It's our Bixiao Sect!
My Bixiao Sect has a Nascent Soul True Monarch presiding over us, our power is overwhelming.
Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on any of our Bixiao Sect disciples.
At most, it will only teach us some insignificant lessons.
They would never dare to harm us.
He paused, then continued, his tone becoming increasingly certain:
"Moreover, a wisp of our essence remains within the sect's soul lamp. If anything happens to us, the soul lamp will go out."
The sect elders will definitely be able to track down the murderer immediately.
At that time, even Golden Core cultivators will not be able to escape the thunderous retaliation of my Bixiao Sect.
Therefore, within the cultivation world of the Great Yuan Kingdom, unless someone is a fool, no one dares to lay a hand on us Foundation Establishment disciples of the Bixiao Sect.
With this remark,
The hesitation in Lin Qingxuan's eyes vanished instantly.
He suddenly remembered the unparalleled status of his sect in the Great Yuan cultivation world—
The Azure Cloud Sect is a top-tier sect in the Great Yuan Kingdom, with a Nascent Soul True Monarch presiding over it, possessing profound resources.
Ordinary sects and cultivators would not dare to provoke them easily.
For a time,
All worries vanished, and a relieved smile appeared on my face.
"Senior brother, you're right. I was overthinking it."
Lin Qingxuan bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone carrying a mixture of apology and relief.
"Junior brother!"
Xuan Yuan Daoist patted his shoulder, chuckled, and softened his tone.
"You haven't been at the Foundation Establishment stage for very long, and you haven't fully adapted to your current status yet."
During the Qi Refining stage, you were just one of the thousands of disciples in the sect, insignificant and dispensable.
But now that you've broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, you're already a backbone of the sect.
Its status is completely different from before.
No longer need to act as timidly as during the Qi Refining stage.
From now on, you must adapt well to your new role and not let these trivial matters distract you.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother. I will keep it in mind."
Lin Qingxuan bowed again, feeling even more respect for Daoist Xuanyuan.
Just then...
A look of surprise suddenly appeared in Xuan Yuan Daoist's eyes.
He suddenly raised his hand and pointed into the distance, his tone tinged with urgency:
"Junior brother, we've arrived! Look!"
Lin Qingxuan looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a white mist slowly rising from the distant lake.
The mist was not ordinary water vapor, but an eerie fog with a grayish-black hue, spreading across the lake and obscuring the sky.
Even sunlight can hardly penetrate it.
From a distance, it resembles a chaotic land, exuding an indescribable eeriness and gloom.
Then,
Xuan Yuan Daoist turned his hand over, and a compass the size of a palm appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The compass was entirely black, engraved with intricate patterns, and had a white bead embedded in its center, faintly emitting a spiritual light.
He made a hand seal with his fingertips, and a pale blue hand seal was instantly cast, landing on the compass.
In an instant, the white bead at the center of the compass suddenly burst forth with a hazy light.
A soft white light enveloped the entire compass.
The compass needle began to spin rapidly, so fast that it was just a blur, emitting a slight buzzing sound.
In about the time it takes to breathe...
The pointer gradually slowed down, eventually settling steadily at a direction 45 degrees south.
The light at the tip of the pointer flickered slightly.
It seemed to be guiding the golden-scaled python to its location.
...(End of this chapter)