Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 407 - 349: Go! Ascend the Coffin and Get Rich
"Master, it’s terrible!"
Zhu Yu felt unnerved as soon as he heard those words.
Han Yu had just mentioned wanting to find the mastermind behind all this.
Could things get any more sinister? The trouble is coming too fast.
"Catch your breath and then speak."
Watching the Palace Guard rushing over, Zhu Yu couldn’t help but reproach angrily.
But when the Palace Guard finally caught his breath and spoke with a salute, Zhu Yu’s expression instantly changed.
"Master, something has happened to the Cyan Sun Sect."
"Brothers from the nearby Inspectorate discovered a large gathering of Evil Cultivators heading toward your sect."
Blast!
Is it really this cursed?
His own sect is in trouble...
"Could it be this absurd?"
Even Han Yu couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.
The Celestial Secret Tower said he was a jinx, bringing bad luck to others but not himself. He didn’t believe it, but just as he arrived here, something happens to the Cyan Sun Sect—how coincidental could this be!
If this gets out, who would dare associate with him in the future?
No, he absolutely refuses to accept this blame.
This is purely coincidence, absolutely coincidence; anyone who says otherwise gets killed on the spot.
The Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but laugh uproariously in the Sea of Consciousness.
Han Yu’s face darkened, and he directly summoned a tornado in his Sea of Consciousness, tossing that rascal into the whirlpool, spinning continuously.
"I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Glass kept pleading at the center of the whirlpool, its eyes spinning along with the tornado.
"Damn it, anyone in this world can make fun of me, but not you and Ping. Do you even think about whose fault this is?"
Han Yu spoke resentfully, as the two little rascals had equally divided his twenty years of Qi Fortune, leaving him a mess of sixty years of bad luck, yet had the audacity to laugh.
If only you were as quiet as Ping, then it wouldn’t be so irritating... no, it’s still infuriating. At this thought, he drove the storm towards Ping.
Unfortunately, Ping remained unmoved, and the huge storm in the Sea of Consciousness couldn’t sway it in the slightest.
The Artifact Spirit seemed to notice Ping’s unique nature too, and swam toward it with a frog stroke in the storm, steadying itself by holding onto the bottle’s mouth.
"Damn Han Yu, you can’t do anything to me, bleh bleh bleh..."
Goodness, daring to provoke.
Han Yu, furious and reckless, increased the wind’s strength, making the whole Sea of Consciousness seem like an apocalyptic disaster.
However, with Ping stabilizing the wind zone, the Artifact Spirit too benefited, and once protected, the corner of that rascal’s mouth took on a new expression.
This irked Han Yu immensely.
"Haha, I’m not afraid of your blowing in the future..."
The Artifact Spirit was laughing as it spoke, but before it finished, it rejoiced too soon. The once-quiet Ping suddenly shook, and a force immediately sent the Artifact Spirit flying back to the storm zone.
Now it was Han Yu’s turn to laugh, while the Artifact Spirit was dumbfounded.
"Listen to my explanation..."
"So, Mr. Han..."
After a moment of uncertainty, Zhu Yu turned his attention back to Han Yu, who was in a daze, and spoke with some embarrassment.
No matter how absurd the rumors about Han Yu were, one thing was agreed upon: his strength was unfathomable.
If something happened to the Cyan Sun Sect, Moyang City definitely couldn’t aid them; he couldn’t drag a city’s worth of people to die.
The Guardian and Inspectorates could no longer send manpower, even if they could, it wouldn’t help; distant water can’t quench a nearby thirst.
Now, with such a powerful figure right here, Zhu Yu must pin his hopes on him.
Han Yu snapped back from his distraction and saw Zhu Yu’s hesitant expression.
"Weren’t you going to catch the mastermind?"
Zhu Yu chuckled awkwardly and spoke.
...
Cyan Sun Sect.
Li Qingyun had just withdrawn from a day’s cultivation and stepped out slowly from the main pavilion. Outside, disciples were coming and going, greeting him as Sect Leader, giving him a sense of vibrant vitality.
Over the past year, he finally survived to the age of sixty and reached the Realm of Transcendence; his disciple Zhu Yu also broke into the Divine Gaze Realm last month, not to mention the new disciple Lin Fei, in just half a year progressed from nothing to breaking into the Other Shore Realm.
His photographic memory, ability to learn instantly, and extraordinary talent could only be called a rarity in the Cultivator Realm.
Perhaps only the top prodigies within the Nine Sects could rival him.
Moreover, the large Spirit Field acquired back then has significantly elevated the cultivation of many disciples under the sect.
Everything is moving in a favorable direction, and now the Cyan Sun Sect has solidified its status as a first-class sect, given time, the sect’s strength will inevitably be worthy of a first-class sect.
When that day truly arrives, aiming for a position among the Nine Celestial Essence Sects may not be impossible, even if unsuccessful, gaining the reputation as a tenth sect might still be achievable.
Our Cyan Sun Sect is far ahead of the peers.
The speed of the sect’s growth and expansion is far beyond others.
We must continue to lead in the future.
Li Qingyun was just contemplating the future prestige of the Cyan Sun Sect when an unwelcome shadow of dark clouds covered his head.
How annoying!
With a simple flick of his fingers, a breeze swept through, dispersing the dark clouds over the sky.
The next moment, his old face showed a hint of surprise. What on earth lay behind those clouds? With his old eyes at the Realm of Transcendence, if he wasn’t mistaken, it was packed with cultivators!
Atop the cloud, the man in the black robe looked down in bewilderment, a sense of foreboding welling up inside him.
Such a stance must belong to the Realm of Transcendence, right?
Damn it, they only intended to glide over with a cloud and launch a stealthy attack.
Who from the Realm of Transcendence has nothing better to do than to look up at the sky?
What a lunatic!
Helplessly, he waved his hand, and a lackey cultivator immediately understood and stepped forward.
The man in the black robe glanced at the still unresponsive Li Qingyun below, pointed to the big iron box behind him, and spoke.
"It’s your time to shine, go! Rise, coffin, and prosper."
The cultivator was ecstatic, rising in rank and prospering—it meant the master was promoting him. If he did well, he would gain status and cultivation resources.
Without further ado, he rushed to the big iron box and dragged it away without needing any help from other cultivators.
In mid-air, he yanked open the iron box, and a figure burst out from it.
Headed straight for the Cyan Sun Sect!
Li Qingyun’s face suddenly turned cold, and he solemnly ordered in a deep voice, "Disciples of the Cyan Sun Sect, prepare to engage the enemy."
As soon as his voice fell, a figure plummeted from the sky, aiming straight for him.
He quickly formed a circle with his hands, manifesting his spiritual power to swiftly conjure a round shield.
Boom!
Under the massive collision, Li Qingyun retreated several steps, lifting all the flagstones from under his feet.
Upon seeing the intruder clearly, his face suddenly changed.
A corpse!
Such formidable power, yet it’s just a corpse!
Before he could think further, the corpse launched a ferocious attack again.
Black spiritual power surged continuously, and in a few flickers, the corpse appeared before him once more. Li Qingyun pressed his sword fingers together, conjuring eight golden long swords in the air.
Kill!
With a simultaneous whoosh, the eight swords flew and landed with a roar.
The corpse opened its mouth and suddenly split into countless ghostly shadows, causing the eight long swords to miss.
A black shadow whizzed by, merging with the ghostly shadows. In an instant, the corpse emerged from the black shadow, aiming an old fist straight at Li Qingyun’s face.
"Uncle Master, come help me, quick!"
Li Qingyun gritted his teeth and raised his spiritual power shield again, but was blasted away, nearly having his old bones shattered by this force!
His old face flushed red with embarrassment, and helplessly, he had to shout out loud.
This corpse, full of vitality, bullying a fledgling Realm of Transcendence like himself.
Just you wait, I’ll call in even older bones and see if you can handle them.
Just as his voice fell, three streaks of light appeared simultaneously, rushing toward the corpse.
Under the canopy of sword shadows, there was not a single place to stand.
One would think the corpse’s journey would end there, but unexpectedly, it dared to endure the intertwined sword lights and stubbornly continued the fight with the three.
"What are you still standing idle for? Hurry and help!"
One of the elders, angry and exasperated, turned his head and scolded.
Li Qingyun, as if awakening from a dream, quickly dashed forward...
The man in the black robe watched for a moment from above, sensing the time was about right, and waved his hand.
The previously waiting lackey cultivator’s excitement was evident. Without needing further instruction, he raised his arm and gave a loud call.
"Follow me, charge in!"
Unexpectedly, their mighty weapon was so formidable—if the opponent from the Realm of Transcendence couldn’t break free, the Cyan Sun Sect would be within their grasp.
Victory and fame awaited them today!
The man in the black robe winced as he watched the lackey lead the charge with a crowd following and screaming enthusiastically.
He alone understood how deadly that mighty weapon was.
This was a Heavenly Marauder Corpse, previously used by Qi Bai in Dongling City.
Besides the formidable physical strength, it was just infused with divine techniques or spiritual power. To put it bluntly, its strength was temporary.
The ghost inside the corpse was the true deadly weapon. Once the energy of the Heavenly Marauder Corpse was exhausted, the hidden hand of that lord would break free and escape from the corpse. By then...
This bunch of fools likely wouldn’t leave alive.
Should the monster become fully formed, even he would die.
Thinking of this, he silently elevated his position, concealing himself within a cloud layer.
Below, the disciples of the Cyan Sun Sect kept charging out, engaging in a fierce battle against the Evil Path cultivators. Various magical artifacts flew out, cultivation techniques clashing, and the sound of battle soared to the sky.
Among them, an elegant figure stood out particularly...
