Chapter 311: Messages Across Miles
Chapter 311: Messages Across Miles
This was the price of arrogance and the cost of underestimating Cheng Lingyu, suffering heavy losses from the Six Mysterious Deadly Formation.
Cheng Lingyu defended himself desperately using the scroll and magic knife. Even Spirit Masters would struggle to kill him without perfect timing.
Wan Fang, Mu Bai, and Feixue fought fiercely to break through enemy lines and escape with Cheng Lingyu, but opponents blocked them relentlessly.
Thousands of spectators watched from afar, knowing battles between Spirit Masters could shake the heavens. Staying too close risked collateral damage.
Yang Yan and Wu Xuanbo smirked while observing Cheng Lingyu’s plight, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.
Luo Feng Spirit Master and Tianye Spirit Master appeared locked in intense combat, yet both secretly monitored Cheng Lingyu’s movements.
Qiu Yu’s battle against Miaoshu Spirit Master proved most terrifying. Silent and icy, Qiu Yu’s power remained unfathomable.
Miaoshu Spirit Master sought vengeance for Qiu Yu slaughtering five Spirit Masters of the Heavenly Palace.
An ancient glowing book hovered above Miaoshu Spirit Master. Each page he flipped unleashed devastating attacks capable of annihilating all creation.
Qiu Yu coldly struck the void with her jade hands, every finger thrust shaking the sky, tearing mountains, and boiling the air.
Their clashes split the void, warped time and space, and drowned the battlefield in blinding light.
Hu Yuer and Hua Yuehong’s duel drew less attention. Hu Yuer deliberately retreated from the Spirit Masters’ chaotic energy to avoid disruption.
Cheng Lingyu remained the focal point, targeted by a Second Stage of Spirit Martial expert from the Divine Martial Sect—a dire situation.
Wan Fang, Feixue, and Mu Bai fought two enemies each. Yet the Divine Martial Sect and Heavenly Palace’s rivalry over Cheng Lingyu’s treasures created openings for occasional assists.
Wu Xuanbo negotiated with Red Feather Spirit Master of Jiu Yang Sacred Palace, seeking support from Tianyang Empire’s top faction—Three Saints and Four Peerless.
Meanwhile, Yang Yan courted Binghuo Spirit Master of the Heavenly Fire Sect, leveraging Bai Ruomei’s connections for alliance talks.
Both Red Feather and Binghuo delayed agreements, weighing risks carefully.
Tianlei Sacred Church and Shanhua Alliance watched restlessly, coveting Cheng Lingyu’s secrets but lacking justification to intervene.
Outer sects could only spectate, powerless to claim spoils.
By afternoon, Wan Fang, Feixue, and Mu Bai were gravely injured yet fought on.
Charming Pen Spirit Master of Shanhua Alliance emerged with Xiang San Shao and few survivors, their numbers pitifully small.
Luo Feng and Tianye now battled bloodied in the skies, each strike rattling the Nine Heavens.
Hu Yuer’s retreat toward a crowd of minor faction cultivators seemed unremarkable. Hidden allies there monitored her discreetly.
Hua Yuehong pursued as Hu Yuer feigned retreat, masking her true aim—relaying covert signals.
Soon, an ordinary-looking female cultivator slipped away unnoticed.
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In distant wilderness, a snow fox streaked past mist-shrouded peaks, vanishing a thousand miles in moments.
In the secluded Lou Ri City, an unexpected visitor arrived in the afternoon, forcibly breaking into the city and drawing the attention of the higher-ups.
Shortly after, deafening bell tolls shook Lou Ri City and reverberated across Xiyun Divine Mountain – an unprecedented occurrence in a millennium.
Han Cang emerged from the Supreme Spirit Palace, returning to Lou Ri City once more.
Masters from other Supreme Spirit Palaces arrived simultaneously, all bewildered by the sudden development.
The city lord stood solemnly in the grand hall.
A female cultivator’s report caused an uproar:
“…The Divine Martial Sect and Heavenly Palace are besieging six members of Lou Ri City to kill Cheng Lingyu and seize his Holy Artifacts and unparalleled ultimate skill… I bring urgent news from our young master – the situation is dire…”
Before she finished speaking, Han Cang disappeared from the hall.
“The Divine Martial Sect and Heavenly Palace go too far! Lou Ri City won’t back down!”
“We must strike now! Protect the Holy Artifacts!”
“Caution is needed. Total war would benefit none.”
The city lord sighed grimly: “This concerns the fate of three great powers. Let Han Cang manage it.”
Minor skirmishes between the three Forces mattered little, but full-scale conflict could destabilize everything – leaving the city lord in difficult position.
“Sending only Han Cang seems…”
The city lord shook his head: “Our physical presence matters not. If enemies act recklessly, we’ll employ long-range attacks.”
Those who reached Spirit Martial Realm could easily slay foes from great distances.
Previously ignorant of Blood Moon Wasteland’s situation, Lou Ri City now couldn’t remain passive.
The masters refrained from objection and exited the hall, collectively probing the distant battlefield through spiritual senses.
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Cheng Lingyu, Wan Fang, Feixue, and Mu Bai lay gravely injured. Though seven enemy Spirit Masters bore serious wounds too, they maintained clear advantage.
With Luo Feng Spirit Master and Qiu Yu pinned down, the isolated quartet had no choice but endure.
Cheng Lingyu activated his Spirit Cloak Ring, but found its castle still inaccessible. The Source Pearl revealed their space had been completely sealed – expected yet disheartening.
“Time runs short. I’d like some exercise. Care to join, Yang Yan?”
Wu Xuanbo’s arrogant tone pressured both enemy sects to act quickly.
Yang Yan snorted: “To the bitter end.”
Two proud experts embodied the saying about two tigers sharing no mountain.
Wan Fang, Feixue and Mu Bai’s desperate breakout attempts kept failing. Cheng Lingyu alone remained composed, calculating deeper strategies even while fighting.
His magic knife drew evil energy across the void, while the scroll’s defense frustrated Second Stage Spirit Martial experts. Even when wounded, his special physique enabled rapid recovery – the secret behind his survival despite lower cultivation Realm.
“This stalemate only helps others! You distract the trio – I’ll handle Cheng Lingyu.”
After prolonged rivalry, the enemy sects finally compromised:
“Scroll goes to Divine Martial Sect, skills to Heavenly Palace.”
“Agreed.”
The Heavenly Palace Spirit Master concealed his sneer: ‘Fools thinking they’ll get the scroll after I kill him.’
Four Divine Martial experts fully engaged Wan Fang and Feixue. Two Heavenly Palace masters pinned Mu Bai, leaving one to execute Cheng Lingyu.
The ancient ruin expedition’s disasters all traced back to Cheng Lingyu. Eliminating him would end everything.
The attacker struck mercilessly. Bleeding Cheng Lingyu counterattacked fiercely, his knife transforming into void-piercing draconic fury.
The chasm between Spirit Martial and Blood Martial Realms should have meant instant death. Only scroll and magic knife kept him alive through each bone-crushing impact.
Retreating with fresh injuries after every clash, Cheng Lingyu’s eyes blazed with determination. Even facing death, his mind raced through Primordial Realm cultivation theories.
His Blood Martial Realm physique far surpassed Soul Martial Realm endurance – the sole advantage in this desperate battle.