Chapter 109: You Dared to Bomb My Sect Again?!
“Master Zou? What’s wrong?”
Zhang Xianzhao waved his hand in front of Master Zou, puzzled.
Why did Master Zou suddenly have such an expression when he mentioned seeing that little bastard?
Master Zou regained his composure and said, “I’m fine, it’s just that setting up the formation has been mentally taxing these past few days, so I’m a bit tired.”
“I see, Master Zou should also rest well.”
Zhang Xianzhao flattered him, knowing the importance of being on good terms with a formation master.
Master Zou nodded, then after a slight hesitation, asked,
“By the way, where did you see her?”
“Sigh, in the mortal capital city not far from here.” Zhang Xianzhao sighed. “I originally just wanted to take my disciples to the Treasure Pavilion in the city to exchange some things, but I didn’t expect to run into her. And there was a tall woman with her.”
“…Is that so?”
Master Zou’s eyes flickered slightly, as if pondering something.
Seeing this, Zhang Xianzhao quickly said,
“Could it be that Master Zou is also interested in her?”
“Sort of.”
Master Zou’s expression remained unchanged.
But Zhang Xianzhao chuckled and said, “If Master is interested, after I capture that little bastard, I’ll refine her into a cauldron and give her to you as a gift. She’s a top-quality product from the Immortal Domain!”
“Thank you for your kindness, Sect Master Zhang, but I’ll have to decline.” Master Zou’s expression turned serious, and he stood up. “There are still some important arrangements for the sect’s formation, so I won’t stay any longer… I just hope Sect Master Zhang can settle the remaining payment soon.”
“Of course, of course… Master’s payment will be delivered to your residence soon.” Zhang Xianzhao quickly stood up to see him off. “As for the formation, I hope Master will put in more effort. The protective formation is very important to our Evil Spirit Sect.”
“Naturally.”
Master Zou nodded slightly and left the room.
Zhang Xianzhao watched Master Zou leave, his expression turning even more gloomy.
“Sigh, another chunk of the sect’s resources gone…”
“Sect Master, why not just capture this master and force him to set up the formation?” The guardian elder beside him asked, not understanding, a sinister look on his face. “He’s only at the Spirit Condensation Realm. Any of our elders can easily suppress him!”
“You idiot!”
Zhang Xianzhao hurriedly cast a soundproofing spell, isolating the guardian elder’s voice.
“You don’t understand, the cultivation of those skilled in formations is deceptive.” He said in a low voice. “The once-renowned evil cultivator, True Person Fengyin, was able to kill Nascent Soul old monsters at the Core Formation Realm precisely because of her astonishing formation skills.”
“Simply put, the power of a formation depends not only on the cultivator’s level, but also on their understanding of the Dao of formations. It can be said… every formation master is a cunning old fox, and no one knows what tricks they have hidden up their sleeves.”
“Moreover…” Zhang Xianzhao sighed deeply. “The protective formation is extremely important. If we coerce him, and he deliberately sabotages it, our hard-earned sect residence will be ruined.”
If not for that little bastard constantly bombing their residence, Zhang Xianzhao wouldn’t have entrusted the protective formation to an outsider.
But the formation masters within the sect couldn’t withstand the little bastard’s methods, so Zhang Xianzhao had no choice.
Although this Master Zou wasn’t famous, his formation skills were genuine, and more importantly, he was cheap!
He only charged half the market price.
After being bombed several times, the Evil Spirit Sect was very poor. They even had to sell some of their assets to the Treasure Pavilion in the capital city just to pay Master Zou. They couldn’t afford a more famous and powerful formation master.
“Remember, never offend Master Zou. If you dare to act on your own, I’ll refine you into a puppet!”
Zhang Xianzhao glared fiercely at the guardian elder, who turned pale and repeatedly acknowledged his mistake.
Just as Zhang Xianzhao relaxed, a commotion suddenly came from outside, and he could vaguely see the disciples running around in panic.
Zhang Xianzhao frowned slightly, walked out, grabbed a panicked disciple, and shouted sharply,
“What’s going on? Didn’t I tell you all to behave yourselves recently?”
“Se-, Sect Master…”
The disciple’s face was filled with despair.
“That Kong Lianbin is back again, and… she demolished our newly built sect gate…”
“What!”
Zhang Xianzhao was enraged and immediately rushed out, heading towards the sect gate.
…
“Little Martial Aunt, is it enough to just demolish the gate?”
Nangong Mengxiang clapped her hands. Around her were a group of Evil Spirit Sect disciples with bruised and swollen faces.
And before her was a collapsed, magnificent gate, the three words “Evil Spirit Sect” trampled beneath her feet.
The surrounding elders didn’t dare to speak out. None of them were a match for Nangong Mengxiang.
Just now, a few who didn’t believe it had tried to stop her, but after a few punches, they had sobered up and were now lying on the ground, pretending to be dead.
This was because Nangong Mengxiang had held back. With a little more force, a single punch could have splattered their brains.
Even among Foundation Establishment cultivators, there were differences in strength.
“That’s enough.”
Luo Xue squatted beside her, looking at a scattered formation rune.
Although she wasn’t skilled in formations and couldn’t understand the function of this rune, she could sense the aura of the Peerless Summit Sect on it.
The Peerless Summit Sect’s sword intent was something that other sects couldn’t imitate.
“It seems it really was Senior Sister Li…” Luo Xue was still a bit puzzled. “But didn’t Senior Sister Li fall out with this sect? Why is the sect’s protective formation still her work?”
Li Guijiao had only shown Luo Xue her powerful assassination techniques and near-perfect disguise abilities before, not mentioning anything about formations.
But with Senior Sister Li’s cautious personality, she wouldn’t miss a chance to learn something like formations, which could turn the tables in a fight.
Luo Xue even suspected that Senior Sister Li might also be skilled in puppetry…
“You dare!”
A deafening roar rang out, followed by several techniques and abilities aimed at Luo Xue.
Nangong Mengxiang was prepared and immediately picked up Luo Xue, dodging the attacks.
Zhang Xianzhao, enraged, hovered in mid-air, forming hand seals, a malicious aura emanating from him, bringing a heavy pressure.
“You little bastard, you actually dared to come here… Master Zou, quickly activate the protective formation and trap this little bastard!”
“Master Zou?”
Luo Xue looked down and saw a familiar figure surrounded by Evil Spirit Sect disciples.
“Damn, the Sect Master?”
Indeed, the middle-aged man standing among the Evil Spirit Sect disciples was Zou Junxin, the current Sect Master of the Peerless Summit Sect, and the Peak Master of Dawn Light Peak.
At least, he looked like him.
The man who looked like Zou Junxin also looked at Luo Xue with a puzzled expression, his brow furrowed, as if pondering something.
“Could this be Senior Sister Li… She really looks exactly like the Sect Master, even their temperaments are similar.”
Luo Xue was a bit apprehensive. The Sect Master of the Peerless Summit Sect, he wouldn’t be playing formation master in the depths of the Demon Abyss, would he?
But if it was Senior Sister Li, her Thousand Faces Cultivation Art was truly amazing…
However, Senior Sister Li didn’t seem to recognize her, or even consider the possibility.
How could she make Senior Sister Li think of her…
Luo Xue had an idea.
She glared at “Zou Junxin” and shouted,
“Old thief, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don’t bully the young and poor!”
Zhang Xianzhao: “???”
What was this little bastard talking about? What east and west of the river? There wasn’t even a river nearby!
Hearing this, “Zou Junxin” was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gradually brightened.
Seeing the faint smile on Luo Xue’s lips, he instantly understood.
But Master Zou quickly suppressed his reaction, his expression returning to its usual seriousness.
He looked at Zhang Xianzhao and said in a deep voice,
“Sect Master Zhang, the protective formation isn’t complete yet. Forcibly activating it might damage it.”
“Damage it…”
Hearing these words, Zhang Xianzhao felt his heart ache.
He had already spent most of the sect’s resources on the protective formation. If it was damaged, it would be a great loss.
“Then I’ll have to trouble Master Zou to hold the line. I’ll deal with this little bastard!”
Zhang Xianzhao bowed politely to “Zou Junxin,” then prepared to capture Luo Xue.
But at that moment, Luo Xue took out the Evil Ghost Subduing Pestle, and the “Mystic Dark Eyes,” combined with the Nascent Soul will, instantly erupted, targeting Zhang Xianzhao.
“Soul Snatch!”
Zhang Xianzhao, caught off guard, didn’t have time to react, and his three souls and seven spirits were instantly separated from his body.
“What!”
The separation of his soul left Zhang Xianzhao completely vulnerable. He had never encountered such a situation before, and panic surged within him as he desperately struggled.
A Core Formation cultivator was still a Core Formation cultivator. Luo Xue’s “Soul Snatch” could only last for less than half a breath, and Zhang Xianzhao’s three souls and seven spirits returned to his body.
But after his soul returned, Zhang Xianzhao was dazed for a few moments, and during this time, Luo Xue took the opportunity to throw out countless Foundation Establishment talismans.
—All explosive talismans.
“Boom!”
A deafening roar followed, the ground shaking like an earthquake.
“You dared to bomb my sect again!”
Zhang Xianzhao, finally recovering, was enraged. He no longer held back, condensing a giant hand of malicious energy and grabbing towards Luo Xue.
Nangong Mengxiang, acting as Luo Xue’s chauffeur, narrowly dodged Zhang Xianzhao’s attack, and Luo Xue used “Soul Snatch” again.
The difference was that this time, the effect was much weaker. Zhang Xianzhao, prepared, only took a moment to regain his composure.
But Luo Xue’s talismans detonated again before he could stop them.
And this time, Luo Xue deliberately left some talismans near Zhang Xianzhao, blowing him up and making him look extremely pathetic.
“You… you… you’re dead!”
Repeatedly toyed with, Zhang Xianzhao was on the verge of madness, jumping around, trying to capture Luo Xue.
But by now, Luo Xue had already escaped with Nangong Mengxiang. Before leaving, she even threw a small jade bottle at Zhang Xianzhao.
The enraged Zhang Xianzhao, without thinking, reached out and crushed the bottle.
Instantly, a sickly sweet smell emanated from the shattered bottle, turning into a blood-red mist that enveloped his body.
…The poison of a Spirit Condensation Realm Calamity Poison Body could already slightly injure a Core Formation cultivator.
The blood-red mist silently corroded Zhang Xianzhao’s body, his flesh melting and falling off in chunks.
“This is… poison!”
Under the effect of the blood poison, coupled with his rage, Zhang Xianzhao finally couldn’t hold on any longer.
He vomited several mouthfuls of blood and almost fainted.
When his disciples arrived, Zhang Xianzhao was covered in blood and wounds.
His injuries were only superficial, not serious.
But compared to the injuries, the damage to his mind and spirit was the biggest problem.
“Master Zou, I’m willing to give the entire sect’s assets, just please complete the protective formation as soon as possible.” Zhang Xianzhao’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression furious. “Next time, I’ll make sure that little bastard never leaves this place alive!”
“…Okay.”
Master Zou just nodded faintly, but his gaze lingered on the scattered blood, a thoughtful expression on his face, and he didn’t say anything more.
…
“Little Martial Aunt, where are we going now?”
Nangong Mengxiang carried Luo Xue. For some reason, her speed had increased dramatically recently.
Perhaps it was because she had run away too many times…
“The capital city of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, that same restaurant.”
Luo Xue exhaled. Although she hadn’t interacted much with “Master Zou,” if he was really Senior Sister Li, there shouldn’t be any problems.
Next, she just had to wait for Senior Sister Li to find her.
Before returning to the restaurant, Luo Xue changed to a more ordinary appearance and had Nangong Mengxiang conceal herself nearby to avoid attracting attention.
The large hole Nangong Mengxiang had created earlier was still there, only temporarily patched up to block the sunlight.
There were fewer customers in the restaurant today, and there were no people from the Evil Spirit Sect or the Yin Li Sect, only a few mortal customers chatting and drinking.
As soon as Luo Xue entered, the attendant greeted her enthusiastically.
“Welcome, guest! Please come this way.”
Luo Xue nodded slightly and sat down at a random table.
But the attendant looked at her, his expression a bit stiff.
“Guest, there are private rooms upstairs…”
“It’s just me.” Luo Xue said faintly.
“Uh… then, would you like some wine, guest?” The attendant asked again.
“Do I look old enough to drink?”
Luo Xue looked at the attendant curiously. He seemed a bit unusual. “I’m just waiting for someone here. Just bring me some good tea.”
Hearing this, the attendant seemed a bit anxious, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
He looked around cautiously, then lowered his voice and said in a familiar, childish voice that Luo Xue immediately recognized,
“It’s me, Little Junior Sister!”
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