A Sect from a Spirit Vein

Chapter 427: Chapter 385: Waiting for a Rabbit by the Tree

The Quyang Wang Family is planning to host a hundredth birthday banquet for their patriarch in five days, right within their mountain gate, widely inviting various sects they are on good terms with in the county to attend the feast.

Even the Yuehua Sect received an invitation.

Upon hearing this news, Wang Yu secretly thought to himself, "Heaven is truly on my side."

The current patriarch of the Wang Family is a cultivator with Three Spirit Roots, reportedly nearing the completion of Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment and soon to step into Late-Stage Foundation Establishment. To have such cultivation at the age of a hundred is considered young and accomplished; moreover, the Wang Family’s influence has developed quickly, and their neighbors are all eager to befriend them.

This centennial banquet is also an opportunity to elevate the Wang Family’s prestige and naturally establish them as the leading sect in the eastern part of Quyang County.

The Wang Family is an ally of Ziluo Mountain, especially when Ziluo Mountain’s power has recently declined, making this ally even more important. Now that the Wang Family is celebrating such a joyful event, Zhuo Wuying has no reason not to attend.

So, as long as we wait in ambush around Ziluo Mountain, we are bound to catch sight of Zhuo Wuying!

Wang Yu gave Bai Ling a few more instructions, asking her to attend the Wang Family’s birthday banquet and relay messages in a timely manner. Yang Jiye, on the other hand, encouraged her, promising rich rewards after the mission’s success.

Bai Ling nodded, but she felt more anxious and bitter inside.

Initially, she just planned to provide some harmless information, so why did she step by step get onto this pirate ship, sinking deeper and deeper?

Perhaps ever since Qi Kun successfully established his Foundation on Bailu Mountain, ever since she accepted Qi Kun’s first support, the Yuehua Sect’s destiny was no longer under her control.

She asked nervously, "Honored Envoys, will we get to see Fellow Daoist Qi this time?"

Wang Yu replied coldly, "If this mission is handled well, we will naturally report back to Senior Brother Qi."

It was as good as saying nothing, Bai Ling thought to herself, feeling lost and dejected as she took her leave.

Then Wang Yu immediately began discussing the next steps of their operational plan with Yang Jiye.

"The distance between Ziluo Mountain and the Wang Family’s mountain gate is less than three hundred miles. If he is attacked, he will surely seek help from the Wang Family. By then, the Wang Family’s mountain gate will be crowded with guests, and numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators will be present. If they come to rescue, it would be very troublesome. We must plan the ambush carefully."

"And before killing him, don’t forget to ask about the matters the Sect Leader instructed us to."

Five days later, at 7:00 AM, the skies were clear, the autumn air refreshingly crisp.

The Mountain Protection Grand Array on Ziluo Mountain rumbled open, revealing a gap, as a robust Foundation Establishment Escape Light led the way, followed by three flying spiritual artifacts, passing through the array and heading towards the Wang Family’s mountain gate.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of dark eyes were watching them intently from the lush forest below.

After flying more than eighty miles, a disciple responsible for lookout suddenly reported, "Sect Leader, a Foundation Establishment Escape Light is following us."

For this birthday celebration visit, Zhuo Wuying brought ten disciples to serve as an escort, so their flying speed was kept at the Qi Cultivation level, allowing other Feathered Scholars to catch up naturally.

He stopped cautiously, turning to see the approaching escape light. Instantly, his Spiritual Power surged without being unleashed, the Purple Qi Celestial Net swirled around him, binding his Spiritual Artifact.

"Which Daoist is this in front of me?"

The approaching man shouted, "Is that Sect Leader Zhuo of Ziluo Mountain? I am Qian Ji, with whom you’ve met once as a guest of the Wang Family, and I am also on my way to congratulate the Wang Family."

Qian Ji? Zhuo Wuying frowned. Why can’t I recall him? We met at the Wang Family? By the tone of his words, he seems to have some familiarity with the Wang Family.

While recalling, the mentioned cultivator Qian Ji had already approached, with a conical hat obscuring his features. Zhuo Wuying quickly scanned him with his Divine Sense, indeed failing to remember him, but out of respect for his Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment status, he answered with courtesy, "Fellow Daoist Qian, please stop. May I know your purpose in following me?"

Qian Ji seemed displeased, "What do you mean by me following you? I thought we could go together to the Wang Family’s birthday feast and keep each other company."

Saying this, he continued to approach, and Zhuo Wuying coldly ordered, "Daoist! It is inconvenient for us to travel together; do not follow us further!"

With the warning, four purple energy arms rose in front of Zhuo Wuying, with a Treasure Sword, a Long Knife, a Mirror, and a Round Shield, four Spiritual Artifacts swirling about, humming in resonance.

Qian Ji laughed provocatively, "Such arrogance, is this sky domain your private territory? I deliberately want to move this way, what business is it of yours?"

Angry and frustrated, Zhuo Wuying was almost certain this person was here to provoke them. But given his lack of information about him and the disciples accompanying him, he really didn’t want to act rashly.

Upon this, Zhuo Wuying suppressed his anger, gestured to his disciples to maneuver around, and planned to retaliate if Qian Ji continued to follow them.

He and his disciples remained highly alert, closely observing Qian Ji, their Spiritual Power surging slightly, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

Unexpectedly, Qian Ji remained motionless, standing in place. Zhuo Wuying didn’t dare lower his guard, and circled cautiously.

While everyone was focused on Qian Ji, a sudden thunderclap sounded, shocking Zhuo Wuying. He noticed a pitch-black bolt of lightning tearing through clouds, reaching directly beneath him!

It was a spear engulfed in dense black energy, entwined with the shadow of a Hornless Dragon!

In a life-and-death situation, caught off guard, Zhuo Wuying still used the Purple Qi Celestial Net to pull the Mirror and Round Shield, the Mirror radiating intense light, forming layer upon layer of barriers, while the Round Shield expanded rapidly like a steel wall.

With a deafening explosion, the spear pierced the barrier and collided with the Round Shield, the moment it hit, Zhuo Wuying felt an overwhelming force akin to a mountain pressing down, only managing to let out a cry as he was violently hurled away!

The disciples accompanying him panicked and tried to catch up, only to see Qian Ji flash in front of them, striking with his hand raised.

Dao Pattern: Mirage Qi!

The wind howled, the clouds billowed, and instantly engulfed the three flying spiritual artifacts and ten disciples in swirling clouds. Within the sea of clouds, colorful lights danced, visions emerged, layers of toxic clouds and illusion techniques emerged, engulfing them completely.

Some disciples, slower in activating their Defensive Spiritual Artifacts, found themselves touched by the toxic clouds, instantly developing abscesses as their skin decayed and their flesh corroded, letting out tragic cries.

Even those who shielded themselves with Defensive Spiritual Artifacts found the light of their artifacts rapidly dimming!

True and false illusions overwhelmed them directly, one disciple shouted as his Flying Sword pierced a pouncing tiger only to discover it was a mere illusion, while beside him, a venomous snake silently struck out, sinking its fangs deep into his ankle.

The cries of pain echoed around!

Zhuo Wuying barely steadied himself after being blindsided, blood stained the corner of his mouth, while his Round Shield shattered. Upon hearing his disciples’ cries, he wanted to move to rescue but felt a sudden, suffocating pain in his chest, vomiting a mouthful of black blood.

Scanning anxiously with his Divine Sense, a potent poison was infiltrating his body through the Round Shield, wreaking havoc inside.

The spear was poisoned, contact must be avoided!

But now it’s too late, three spiritual pressures had already surrounded him tightly.

At that moment, Zhuo Wuying finally comprehended, what Qian Ji did initially was merely a ruse to draw focus, thereby facilitating their ambush and sneak attack!

With great difficulty, he suppressed the agonizing, corrosive sensation and reached for the Thousand-Mile Mirror.

But as the thunderclap echoed, in his startled gaze, the two swords and two hammers flashed, already striking towards him!

This Secret Technique of operating Magical Artifacts is—

Amidst a chaotic ringing and a scream, Zhuo Wuying wielded his Spiritual Artifacts, managing to block the Crystal Sword, Bone-Transforming Sword, and the Star-Breaking Hammer, yet the Wind-Chasing Hammer landed a heavy blow on his right arm, breaking the bone with a resounding crack!

Amidst the excruciating pain, Zhuo Wuying shouted, "How did you learn the Purple Qi Celestial Net! It was you, you destroyed my Ziluo Mountain!"