Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 094 Dancing On The Sword's Edge, Capturing The Purple Cloud Way
With Elder Yan's command, the entire Kun-Lai expedition forces sprang into action.
The grudge between Ziyun Dao and Kun-Lai had existed since the great battle a hundred years ago. Back then, with Great Sages involved, Kun-Lai's focus was entirely on the Great Sages, and they had no time to retaliate against these shrimps, feeling extremely aggrieved.
This time, stopping by on their route was inherently a show of force, but since the other side had not taken action, Kun-Lai was also reluctant to start a conflict.
However, now that the battle had begun, it didn’t matter whether it was Peak Master An or the Ziyun Dao elder who was at fault. The fight was on!
Almost all the disciples instantly returned to the flying peaks. The peaks’ great wards could be activated at any time, with invisible ripples immediately spreading to automatically block attacks from outside the wards—not because the Kun-Lai disciples feared casualties, but to protect the flying peaks and its contents from harm.
On the opposite side, purple-robed cultivators flew out of the city. Seven of them automatically formed a formation, their robes and spiritual swords working in conjunction with the formation. As they acted, the Seven Stars glowed, greatly enhancing their power.
These cultivators included both Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages, nearly a thousand in number, which should be the limit here. They did not attack the ward-activated flying peaks but focused on encircling and exterminating the scattered Kun-Lai cultivators outside the flying peaks.
A squad of Ziyun Dao cultivators surrounded a Nascent Soul Kun-Lai cultivator, who, judging by his robes, was a medical cultivator. The medical cultivator calmly threw out a breaking formation stone.
The small formation stone seemed to be stimulated by the formation's true essence, instantly emitting countless rays of light, absorbing the true essence, and turning into numerous fragments that exploded into the bodies of the Ziyun Dao cultivators, causing their meridians to reverse and nearly fall from the sky.
"Retreat!" The leading Nascent Soul cultivator of Ziyun Dao roared in anger. Cultivators' fights are often determined by the smallest margin. Their true essence was unstable now, and they couldn’t continue fighting this person, even though the opponent had barely fought back earlier.
"Don’t run, don’t run!" The previously calm medical cultivator suddenly exclaimed, his ten fingers moving quickly to throw out ten more stones!
Their formation had not yet stopped when the ten stones, optimized over ten years by Senior Brother Yang from Kun-Lai's Taiyi Peak, were quickly triggered by the formation’s true essence, exploding into countless fragments. These fragments followed the true essence and sought out their acupoints, creating chaos in their true essence. Even though they immediately used methods to block it, many fragments as fine as grains of sand entered their acupoints, disrupting their true essence. Except for the leading Nascent Soul cultivator, the rest of the Golden Core cultivators he led, like pigeons shot by arrows, fell from the sky with several thuds.
The Nascent Soul cultivator immediately fled at high speed, knowing he couldn't be caught. The medical cultivator ignored him, only taking out his spiritual tools and, with a smile, confined the six Ziyun Dao cultivators on the ground, disregarding their expressions of resignation, and contentedly dragged them to the nearby flying peak.
Before the Nascent Soul cultivator had even run a few steps, a golden-robed sword cultivator appeared, holding a Ziyun Dao cultivator who was already knocked out, and smiled as he blocked his way.
Before the Nascent Soul cultivator could speak, he suddenly felt faint and fell from the sky, caught by a large net and landed in the hands of a black-robed cultivator with jellyfish patterns.
"The trash from Poison Peak, put that person down! That’s mine." The Sword Peak cultivator roared in anger, pointing his sword directly at his opponent's nose.
"This one will be shared with you later, there are more over there, and you’re quick, so help out," the black-robed cultivator said, pointing to the fleeing ones nearby, instructing him to hurry. At that moment, the sword cultivator suddenly swung his sword, and the poison cultivator was momentarily stunned, thinking it wasn’t worth it for just a prisoner, but didn’t dodge.
With a loud bang, the sword cultivator’s strike blocked the approaching purple-gold needle spiritual tool, and the attacking Ziyun Dao cultivator, realizing they couldn’t save their companion, turned into a streak of sword light and fell towards the city.
The sword cultivator immediately chased after him.
In the meantime, injured Kun-Lai cultivators returned to the flying peaks, where medical cultivators went forward to treat them. They had been waiting for a long time, but Qingnu was displeased by the wounded’s cries of "Don’t send me to Demoness Qingnu" and only grumbled a bit.
Within less than an hour, the battle ceased.
Although Feng Qingxiu remained on the flying peak, his formless sword energy was fearsome and sharp, even heavily injuring a Ziyun Dao cultivator at the Demigod stage. After falling down to the flying peak and captured, he was bought at a high price by the excited Qingnu.
As for what Qingnu would do with her newly purchased guinea pig, Feng Qingxiu didn’t dare to investigate further. After all, no one had ever died under Qingnu's administrations, so he could only comfort himself in this way.
The battle between Peak Master An and the Ziyun Dao First Elder Yan Hui continued in the sky, while the city’s protective ward was also activated. Some Kun-Lai disciples were still in the city, presumably captured or hiding, but some casualty in such a battle among cultivators was unavoidable.
"Why don’t we help Peak Master An?" Feng Qingxiu looked worriedly at the sky.
You Jia, with eight tentacles out, casually answered while rummaging through the ten or so captives next to him, "Peak Master An fights indiscriminately. Anyone who goes to join will be hit. Elder Bai and Elder Yan went to help her once in the past and were beaten up for their trouble. Elder Yan even got a black eye. Later, it was stipulated that Peak Master An’s battles must be fought by her alone."
"Don’t worry, she enjoys these life-and-death battles," said a huge white squid—at least ten times larger than You Jia—who, with his pitch-black eyes, wrapped up You Jia and his captives. You Jia and his eight tentacles each wielding a sword made a futile struggle as he was only able to slice off a few of his strong suction cups. The giant squid continued in a deep, magnetic voice, "The feeling of dancing on the sword's edge drinking fresh blood and skirting the line between life and death is her favorite and greatest pleasure."
However, his son clearly showed no interest in his words!
"You Bazhua, you’re not a squid, let me go. These are my captives!" You Jia angrily hacked at him.
"Some of the Sword Peak disciples just said you were using your extra hands to steal quarry, which is wrong," the white squid admonished him gently, lifting him away, and then said to Feng Qingxiu, "I’ll be leaving now. Once we’re done dividing the spoils, we’ll have Qingnu come to buy people. The original prices remain unchanged."
Feng Qingxiu was momentarily at a loss for words.
"It’s fine," Madam Guan comforted him gently. "Medical cultivators are not like pill or poison cultivators. New disciples need practice, and if not practiced on other sects, then it’s on our Kun-Lai people."
Feng Qingxiu couldn’t help but smile, "I’m not opposed, just relieved that there are plenty of opportunities for practice during the expedition."
They chatted a bit more and then looked at the cultivators in the sky. The Ziyun Dao cultivator controlling the large formation in the city was gradually falling behind in the battle against Peak Master An.
Feng Qingxiu, currently observing, noticed that his vision was gradually becoming clearer. Initially, he couldn’t see the details of the great battle, but now he could discern every detail, even observing that the enemy was completely not used to Peak Master An's rhythm.
Peak Master An was a battle fanatic, confident in every strike and form. She dared to exchange wounds for wounds and lives for lives. Even though she was covered in blood, her demeanor remained proud and unrestrained. Her movements were grand and forceful, each sword strike heavier than the last, each form more fierce. Feng Qingxiu felt that her graceful, slender body contained not human blood and flesh but the essence of an ancient primordial beast.
The elder of the Ziyun Dao sect wielded a light and ever-changing sword technique, full of profound subtleties. However, despite his countless variations, Peak Master An could always find the unchanging point amidst the endless transformations, forcing the elder to compete in terms of spiritual power. Both the elder’s hand holding the sword and Peak Master An’s hand were drenched in blood from the shock of their clashes.
With the same injuries, Peak Master An’s grip on her sword only tightened, while the elder’s stance grew increasingly unstable.
Finally, Peak Master An let out a long, hearty laugh. Sword energy surged like the Milky Way, with immense stars rising behind her. She seized the opening her opponent gave her from prolonged battle and struck down fiercely.
The opponent, unwilling to be outdone, unleashed a full-force sword attack, his sword transforming into that of a swallow, as if vowing to traverse the endless river and sea of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.
In the sky, the stars and the giant swallow collided violently.
After a moment of stalemate, the stars fell, crashing the giant swallow and the elder into the earth.
Fantastic!
Feng Qingxiu clenched the paper man tightly and, along with all the disciples, cheered loudly!