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Xuan Xuzi patted the enormous wings of the White Tiger beneath him, feeling a deep connection between man and beast.
The White Tiger roared, causing the winds to shift and darkening the skies. In an instant, a streak of meteor, White Shadow, rapidly expanded until only its vast wings filled the heavens. The shadow resembled a fluttering banner, swiftly engulfing the mountains and rivers as it approached Heavenly Grain. Its massive jaws opened wide, releasing a dazzling fireball that plummeted like the sun descending into the Mortal Realm, heading straight for Heavenly Grain.
It was as if a meteor had struck the earth; the fireball fell directly into the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation.
Suddenly, the world brightened, and a towering wall of fire surged skyward. The clouds parted, revealing countless stars in the distant galaxy even in broad daylight.
The crowd on Cloud Path surged upward, dazzled by flashes of golden light. An invisible force reverberated through the air, causing their eardrums to buzz as they nearly fell back to the ground.
Xuan Xuzi stood firmly on the back of the gigantic flying tiger, his robes billowing as if his feet were glued to its back. Streams of bright white light flowed from his feet into the body of the White Tiger. He was actually providing spiritual energy to it!
“Qing Yizi, activate the formation!” Xuan Xuzi commanded sharply.
His voice echoed across the land, causing an avalanche in the distant snow-capped mountains. The pressure from all directions bore down on Heavenly Grain.
Watching Xuan Xuzi, who appeared like a deity as he took action, Ling Xuzi felt an inexplicable shock. Though he had also reached the position of sect leader at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul, Xuan Xuzi had already attained Late Stage of Nascent Soul, just a step away from merging with Dao. In contrast, he remained at Early Stage of Nascent Soul. How could his cultivation have advanced so quickly?
Xuan Xuzi's technique was incredibly peculiar; it seemed to be cultivated in tandem with the White Tiger beneath him. The tiger had become akin to a life-bound treasure; together, they could easily contend with true masters at the Heavenly Fusion Stage.
What kind of technique was this? At that moment, Ling Xuzi couldn't help but think of Li Hong.
Black Abyss, Little Fei... If Chu Hongzi could acquire Xuan Xuzi's technique, he would undoubtedly become the foremost figure in the Immortal Sect!
All sect leaders and elders from various factions held their breath, captivated by Xuan Xuzi. At this moment, they were spellbound.
A chill ran through Yiyang. He had always believed that Xuan Xuzi was merely at the level of Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, comparable to himself; yet here he was, nearing Heavenly Fusion Stage! Was he truly inferior?! A surge of intense unwillingness coursed through Yiyang, and his gaze fixed on Xuan Xuzi, revealing his darkest thoughts deep within.
The turbulent energy finally dissipated. The snow atop the distant snow-capped mountains was completely swept away, revealing the desolate gray-white rocky peaks. Below, the Heavenly Grain remained unchanged, still a tranquil small lake with remnants of snow in the Gorge.
Xuan Xuzi's gaze flickered, as if sparks were flying. After all, it was set up by the Shennong Immortal Emperor; the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation was indeed extraordinary.
The White Tiger slowly shrank back to its original form.
Beneath the jade crown, Xuan Xuzi's face was as white as jade, with strands of golden light swirling beneath the luminous skin. The snow-white robe gradually billowed as Xuan Xuzi stood proudly between the wings of the White Tiger, hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Everyone, let’s go together."
"Understood!" came the resounding reply.
The white clouds in the sky had long disappeared, and the crowd, dark and dense, opened up space to prepare for action. Countless colorful magical treasures shot up into the sky, trailing dazzling clouds of treasure light. With a calm command of "Down!" from Xuan Xuzi, everyone struck down simultaneously.
In an instant, everyone held their breath and lowered their heads.
Time seemed to freeze; in everyone's eyes, their magical treasures flew downward toward Heavenly Grain in slow motion, disappearing into the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation.
There was no loud noise, only flashes of light. It was as if countless fireworks erupted before their eyes—red, green, purple—flashing chaotically while all sounds were swallowed by the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation, creating an eerie silence.
Moments later, a strong flash shot up into the sky, chaotic energy surged everywhere, and various magical treasures flew wildly through the air. The invisible energy suddenly erupted, charging toward the crowd above.
Xuan Xuzi shouted loudly: "Counterattack! Steady your positions!"
Chaos ensued.
The magical treasures ejected by the formation were uncontrollable by their respective owners, zipping around at high speed. The powerful rebound attack indiscriminately surged toward the crowd. Despite efforts from afar to control them, there was no way to quickly retrieve them. Cries of agony echoed as many were struck by others' magical treasures. A few were particularly unfortunate; they screamed in pain as blood spurted into the air before vanishing into the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation in an instant.
The chaos gradually subsided, and Xuan Xuzi's gaze flickered. He realized that they could no longer advance. However, he was puzzled; during the last Newcomer Competition, the Demon Sect's Old Demon had easily broken through the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation to escape. Why was it that now, with a combined attack from five hundred elders at the Golden Core Stage or above, they could not breach the formation and were even counterattacked? When did the Heavenly Grain's Misty Herbal Concealment Formation become so powerful?
While turmoil raged within him, Xuan Xuzi maintained a calm exterior and said, "Everyone, cease hostilities and arrange yourselves according to your sects."
Yiyang was panting heavily. In the earlier chaos, an unseen Flying Sword had silently stabbed into his armpit from an awkward angle. As soon as Yiyang sensed it, he felt a sharp pain in his armpit, and his spiritual energy became sluggish. The piercing sword energy surged through him like a sharp needle, directly threatening his Nascent Soul.
No one knew the secret of Yiyang's Flying Sword. On the surface, Emei's Celestial Artifact was known as the Purple and Blue Four Swords, but Emei also concealed a set of Celestial Artifact swords. This was a pair of Dual Blades, Yiyang's treasured defense weapon that could transform into small sword pellets and hide within his Dantian; it was truly a Divine Weapon and Celestial Artifact. In a moment of crisis, the Dual Blades automatically protected their master, launching out as sword pellets to forcefully knock away the attacking Flying Sword, saving Yiyang's life.
Although it only pierced his skin slightly, the sword energy had entered his body. Half of Yiyang's body was in excruciating pain; he stood frozen in mid-air for a long time to dispel the fierce sword energy, finally managing to alleviate it after much effort.
By the time he tried to trace back the attacking Flying Sword, it was too late; he had no idea where it had been sent flying by the Dual Blades. However, Yiyang recognized it as a Superior Spirit Artifact—an excellent Flying Sword that was just a step away from being a Celestial Artifact. It definitely belonged to someone within the Immortal Sect.
Who dared to ambush him during this chaotic time? The more Yiyang thought about it, the angrier he became as he suspiciously glared at those around him.
Only someone close by with high cultivation could have launched such a stealthy attack without him noticing. The nearest individuals were Ling Xuzi, Yajiangzi, and Yuan Zhenzi. Noticing Yiyang's gaze upon them, the three nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Yuan Zhenzi even asked in surprise, "Yiyang Sect Master, why does your face look so grim?"
Yiyang snorted coldly and turned away; all three were suspects!
Yuan Zhenzi’s concern was met with Yiyang’s cold snort, which made him feel angry as well; he also turned away with a huff, his face slightly turning pale with rage.
At that moment, everyone distanced themselves according to their sects and arranged themselves accordingly. The leaders of several sects who had lost elders looked grim but did not notice the small exchange between Yiyang and Yuan Zhenzi.
"Sect Masters, please come forward," Xuan Xuzi said.
The seven sect masters gathered around Xuan Xuzi. With a wave of his hand, he cast a soundproof talisman that created an invisible barrier around the nine of them before speaking softly: "Heavenly Grain has indeed gained the ability to strengthen formations; there must be powerful experts assisting them from behind! We must first show courtesy before resorting to violence; we have shown courtesy but our military efforts have yielded no results. Chu Hongzi's plan is utterly ineffective. At this point, I am at my wit's end. What do you all think?"
Yajiangzi pondered and said, "Now that the mask has been torn off, we must fight! However, it is a fact that we do not have the ability to break through the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation. Sect Leader, forgive my rudeness, but it is time to utilize your internal contacts."
As soon as these words were spoken, Xuan Xuzi immediately felt somewhat uncomfortable and fell silent.
Ling Xuzi was greatly shaken; internal contacts! It seemed that Xuan Xuzi indeed had eyes and ears in various sects. Yajiangzi was clearly suggesting that they use internal contacts to open the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation from within and let everyone in.
This meant that there must also be Xuan Xuzi's informants within the Nine Li Sect. Who could this person be? I really want to expose him. Unfortunately, although it was as obvious as lice on a bald head, it could not be directly stated, leaving one feeling helpless and speechless.
For a moment, everyone’s expressions were strange as they focused on Xuan Xuzi, whose eyes flickered.
Xuan Xuzi then said directly, "To be honest with everyone, that person has low cultivation and cannot enter the Heavenly Grain's Guardian Hall; there is no need for unnecessary sacrifice."
Yajiangzi sighed deeply upon hearing this, "Then let's go back; why embarrass ourselves here!"
"No way!" Yiyang immediately retorted, "We absolutely cannot leave; we must surround Heavenly Grain until they are forced out! I refuse to believe they can hide like turtles for a hundred years!"
Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes lit up. That's right! If we can't get in, they can't get out either! With so many low-level disciples in Heavenly Grain, do they only grow herbs and not food? The daily needs of tens of thousands of low-level disciples must be addressed; surrounding them will force them out!
"Alright, let's do it this way! However, we cannot all stay here to avoid leaving our own sect vulnerable to an attack from the Demon Sect. I propose that every ten days, the three sects take turns while we Kunlun provide support. We must force out Qing Yizi or Qingqinzi! Heavenly Grain must pay the price now!" Xuan Xuzi declared coldly with great resentment in his heart.
"Understood!"
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In the Heavenly Grain conference hall.
A loud roar echoed overhead, the ground trembled, and the assembly hall swayed like a ship caught in the eye of a storm, with large chunks of dust falling down.
Qingqinzi remained unfazed, leisurely sipping her favorite Lingzhi Tea. Wisps of white steam rose from the clear green tea, revealing her beautiful jade-white face that flickered in and out of view amidst the steam.
Qing Yizi, on the other hand, was like an ant on a hot pan, constantly pacing back and forth in the hall. He would occasionally dart outside to look at the sky, only to rush back in as if his backside were on fire, exclaiming, "Junior Sister, aren't you afraid? What should we do? That old man Xuan Xuzi has actually taken action himself!"
Qingqinzi coldly laughed, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. Even a hundred Xuan Xuzis won't matter; they can't break through."
"Are you sure that plan will work?" Qing Yizi still felt uneasy; his rosy complexion had drained of color, and his lips trembled pale.
"Absolutely effective. Senior Brother, you should congratulate me; I truly am a genius for thinking of shifting the eye of the Misty Herbal Concealment Formation to the entrance of the Ancient Celestial Field. Tell me, who in this world can breach the divine barrier set by the Ancient God? You can rest easy." Qingqinzi giggled, her eyes narrowing into crescent shapes as she raised her delicate hand to brush her dark hair, her movements surprisingly charming.
Qing Yizi sighed and turned his gaze to his junior sister. Just then, he caught sight of her and felt a warmth in his heart; suddenly he was flustered. He quickly looked away, but an odd thought crossed his mind: his junior sister was becoming more and more beautiful and feminine. How strange; she used to be cold and distant. Could it be that she had fallen for someone? Perhaps it was himself? At this thought, Qing Yizi's face flushed with embarrassment as he spat silently at himself for such ridiculous notions.
Qingqinzi gracefully stood up and said with a smile, "I'm going to take a stroll in the Ancient Celestial Field; it's much quieter there."
With that pink figure disappearing, she appeared outside the entrance of the Ancient Celestial Field in an instant.
If Xuan Xuzi and his group were to arrive here, they would surely be infuriated to the point of spitting blood. The entrance to the Ancient Celestial Field showed no signs of change; disciples continued to come and go as usual, but there were now some strange things added.
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