Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World-Chapter 219: Fight To Death
Two Days Later
Zhou Main City.
Spirit boats were gathering from all over Cangzhou and heading toward Guang’an Prefecture.
Luis led the Western Defense Zone coalition forces—comprising a total of 500 foundation-building monks—aboard five flying warships as they rushed toward the outer city of Guang’an Prefecture, the city where the Zhou family’s mortals lived.
Countless members of the Zhou clan looked up in awe at the sight—a spectacle they never thought they’d witness in their lifetime.
"Daddy, look at all these big ships!"
"I’ll go tell Mother!"
When the Zhou clan members saw the immortal boats overhead, they trembled.
Had the Immortal Master not issued a timely warning, all these mortals would have knelt down and kowtowed. To mortals, monks are beings far beyond their reach.
This is one of the reasons why the Zhou family had established a forbidden air formation in Guang’an Prefecture—to avoid disturbing the mortals.
After all, if hundreds of thousands of cultivators were flying overhead every day without any restrictions, mortals would eventually become accustomed to it, and the monks’ deterrent effect would diminish.
The Zhou family might as well create a no-fly formation to spare everyone trouble.
On the deck of the flying battleship, Luis stood in the center with Lei Zhen and Zhou Mucheng flanking him on the left and right.
"Zhou Mubai!" a voice resounded through the sky as Luis looked around at the approaching spiritual boats.
"Who is that person?"
"I have no idea."
"That’s the Taoist Fire Spirit from Shuo’an Prefecture."
"Is it him? The Fire Spirit Taoist who single-handedly burned hundreds of foundation-building cultivators from Chuyun Country at Yunmeng Pass?"
"Yes, it’s him! And he was only in the middle stage of Foundation Building back then— I didn’t expect he has already reached the late stage now," Lei Zhen said with envy.
In terms of spiritual roots, Lei Zhen considered himself on par with the Fire Spirit Taoist; both were cultivators blessed with strong natural spiritual roots.
Logically, Lei Zhen was also at the Foundation Building stage at that time, so the gap between the two shouldn’t be so vast.
However, Taoist Huo Ling hails from a well-established family with strong backing, while Lei Zhen is merely a casual cultivator who hasn’t yet been taken under the wing of a major family.
In addition, because he didn’t remain on the battlefield in the Izumo Kingdom, he naturally couldn’t match the core members of a large family like Taoist Huo Ling in terms of resources. As a result, the gap between them in cultivation only grew wider.
Hearing this, Luis looked over curiously and asked, "Is there something special about this Taoist Fire Spirit? How dare he shout Brother Zhou’s name in the Immortal City of Guang’an Prefecture?"
"You’re mistaken, kid. What’s wrong? Are you itching for a fight?" came a retort.
At that moment, another voice rang out from the sky, and a white figure appeared, standing proudly. If it wasn’t Zhou Mubai, who else could it be?
Taoist Huo Ling was a young man in his early twenties with a fair complexion and a distinctive red mark on his forehead, resembling a fiery pattern. He wore a loose red Taoist robe, and his long hair was casually tied back, giving him a bohemian look.
"Haha," Taoist Huo Ling laughed upon hearing Zhou Mubai’s words.
Soon after, the two embraced in public, then playfully punched each other in the chest and exchanged smiles. This unexpected scene not only shocked the onlookers but also completely shattered Luis’s preconceptions.
In his eyes, Zhou Mubai was supposed to be a very serious and steady person. He never expected to see him behaving so "frivolously" in public.
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"You bastard! You bastard!!"
In the main hall of the Guang’an Prefecture Allied Forces Headquarters, a terrifying roar echoed.
"How could he! How dare he! Abandon the city and flee!!" someone shouted.
Inside the hall, Zhou Minghao—the gentle, mild-tempered ancestor of the Zhou family—was now furious, his eyes red with anger.
Although the Cangzhou coalition had been hastily formed, more than twenty major clans had rushed to the meeting.
While few of these large families could compare with the Zhou family of Guang’an Prefecture, most were much stronger than the Yang family of Guang’an Prefecture, the second-largest family there.
In fact, almost all of these families were among the most powerful in their respective prefectures; otherwise, they wouldn’t be representing their governments at this meeting.
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Among these roughly twenty families, the three most powerful were the Guang’an Prefecture Zhou family, the Shuo’an Prefecture Zhao family, and the Jin’an Prefecture Zhang family. There was little difference between these three in terms of the number of monks or the quality of their high-level cultivators.
Even their core disciples were outstanding. For example, Taoist Huo Ling from the Zhao family and Zhang Xuanling from the Zhang family are both famous figures on the Ten Thousand Star Sea Prodigy List.
The Ten Thousand Star Sea Prodigy List is compiled based on battle records and potential in the Ten Thousand Star Sea. Although the exact rankings are not made public, every cultivator on the list knows their own standing.
The three major lists produced by the Qianyuan Sword Sect are still highly credible. Unless a cultivator deliberately hides his strength, those on these lists are probably among the strongest in the Ten Thousand Star Sea.
After all, the Ten Thousand Star Sea and the Izumo Kingdom have been at war for hundreds of years. Almost every cultivator has been on the battlefield, and few can hide their weaknesses in such harsh conditions.
On the battlefield, where one side rarely matches the other evenly, a cultivator must fight with all his might to stay alive.
Zhou Mubai’s original ranking on the Prodigy List was outside the top 100, but after the zombie tide on Lotus Island, his ranking jumped directly into the top ten—he is now ranked ninth.
In other words, among all the cultivators in the entire Ten Thousand Star Sea, Zhou Mubai’s strength ranks ninth. This clearly shows just how formidable he is.
Inside the main hall, the news sent shockwaves through the assembled monks from various tribes.
Zhou Minghao’s roar evoked deep pain in everyone’s hearts.
They recalled how Ye Wudao—the ancestor of the Ye family—had abandoned Zhennan Pass and fled, leading to its downfall.
Now, with Cangzhou Immortal City under siege and everyone still preparing to rescue it, no one expected Ye Wudao to run away again. After all, Cangzhou Fairy City is different from Zhennan Pass—it is Ye Wudao’s own clan land.
In his eyes, that selfish, cowardly beast only cared about his own life. It was hardly surprising that he would act this way.
As soon as Zhou Minghao’s roar subsided, Zhang Xuanling from Jin’an Prefecture spoke in a cold voice.
Luis turned his gaze toward the young monk standing before him. This young man, who made no effort to hide his cultivation level, was on par with Zhou Mubai.
Dressed in white and carrying a long sword that emitted a sharp green glow from his back, his eyes were piercing and exuded a threatening, cold light.
When Zhang Xuanling spoke, he dismissed Ye Wudao—a Jindan cultivator—by calling him a beast. Read new chapters at novelbuddy
This comment silenced everyone. No one dared speak up; Ye Wudao might be considered a mere idiot, but behind him stood the third elder of the Qianyuan Sword Sect, a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.
If Zhang Xuanling could call Ye Wudao a beast, then how could anyone possibly challenge him when the third elder himself was, in a sense, an "old beast"?
Glancing at the silent crowd, Zhang Xuanling sneered and let out a mocking laugh. "Fellow Daoist Zhang is right," he declared.
Then Zhou Mubai stood up and denounced, "Fifty years ago, Ye Wudao abandoned Zhennan Pass and fled, causing the loss of more than one million cultivators in Cangzhou. Now he has abandoned Cangzhou Fairy City and fled, putting hundreds of millions of mortals and cultivators in danger. To call this coward—a man who loves life and fears death—a beast is to flatter him!"
"Good!" Taoist Huo Ling also stood up and scolded.
At that moment, everyone recalled both old and new grudges against Ye Wudao, the patriarch of the Ye family, and followed the three in condemning him.
Meanwhile, Luis stood in the crowd, frowning silently.
Did Ye Wudao run away simply out of fear of death, or was there something more sinister at play? One thing was certain: Cangzhou Fairy City must never fall, or everyone in Cangzhou would suffer.
"Everyone!" Zhou Minghao shouted. "Although Ye Wudao is shameless, we must save Cangzhou Immortal City—not only to rescue the city but to save ourselves!"
"Patriarch Zhou!"
In the crowd, Zhang Xuanling cupped his hands and said, "There are so many corpses. Do you have any good ideas?"
Hearing this, Zhou Minghao shook his head and said solemnly: "There is no good plan, only a fight to the death!"
