Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 159 - 40: Yan Jing’s Identity, Reunion on the Immortal Road, Dark Clouds over the City, Devil Sect Gathering All Together_2

Chapter 159: Chapter 40: Yan Jing’s Identity, Reunion on the Immortal Road, Dark Clouds over the City, Devil Sect Gathering All Together_2

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“It seems that your cultivation has improved. I assume you’ve had some fortunate encounters. I’ve always known that you are not an ordinary person. When we meet again on the Immortal Method path, don’t forget about me.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huai smiled brilliantly and responded:

“Certainly.”

Watching the other person leave, Zhao Huai felt a mixture of emotions welling up in his heart.

The path of Immortal Cultivation was inherently lonely.

Encounters were all due to fate; whether the meeting happened sooner or later, there would always come a day of departure.

There would always be more opportunities for encounter in life.

Pei Xiangyun looked at his side profile as he was lost in thought and asked cautiously,

“Brother-in-law, are you a cultivator from a sect?”

Zhao Huai glanced at her and shook his head self-mockingly,

“Me? I’m just a loose cultivator.”

After that, Zhao Huai continued to lead Pei Xiangyun on their way home.

Along the way, people constantly greeted him.

Having lived here for many years, he had a few acquaintances.

When they returned to Huai’s pawnshop, it was already dusk.

“Why hasn’t Madam returned yet?”

Zhao Huai glanced at the pitch-black pawnshop, frowning.

At that moment, Pei Xiangyun exclaimed, “Brother-in-law, my sister sends a message!”

A myna bird fluttered over, a paper strip tied to its foot.

“Hmm?”

Without hesitation, Zhao Huai said, “Let me see.”

Pei Xiangyun took out the paper strip and handed it to him.

Zhao Huai eagerly looked at it. Gradually, his eyes fixed on the content of the letter, and his brows furrowed.

Seeing his expression, Pei Xiangyun tensed up and quickly asked,

“Brother-in-law?”

Zhao Huai no longer looked at the letter, returned it to her, and calmly replied, “Well, your sister said that she is staying at a relative’s house and will return a few days later. She asked you to find food for yourself outside.” “I see.” After listening, Pei Xiangyun nodded, her mind stirring. It seemed that the negotiation wasn’t going smoothly.

It her father haan’t persuaded her sister, he probably wouldn’t let her come back.

Her father had been planning this for a long time, and he wouldn’t give up easily.

“Which uncle did your sister go to see?”

Zhao Huai asked another question.

He remembered inside the letter, it mentioned this person.

There were just a few words, but no other information.

Pei Xiangyun’s eyes darted and explained, “It’s my father. My father and sister’s father are old acquaintances, and he has always regarded my sister as his niece. This time, he happened to visit her since it has been a long time since they last met.”

Zhao Huai nodded lightly, fed the goldfish, then stood at the entrance of the pawnshop, watching the setting up street vendors and the people passing by. He murmured, “It’s strange. Fairy Yue Qing should be back by now.”

Qiu Yueqing had said she was investigating the safety of the entire Jinzhou area, and a few hours had passed. She should be back by now.

The Summit of Jinzhou.

At dusk, the setting sun slanted to the west, and the eastern hill bathed in amber light.

The ancient wall was mottled, and there were few people walking in the official road below.

On the bluestone path on the city wall, a group of cultivators dressed in black robes stood.

Each of them had strange attire and ferocious expressions.

Looking at the fairy in the blue skirt in the sky, their faces were grave.

“This woman is quite formidable.”

“Yeah, even with so many of us from the Seven Devil Sect, we still can’t take her down!”

Qiu Yueqing looked at the devil cultivators below and said indifferently, “Do you really think you can get involved in this?”

She waved her hand gently.

The twelve transparent ice cones condensed by magic power around her emitted dazzling radiance.

“Swoosh!”

The sound of wind breaking could be heard.

As the ice cones pierced the devil cultivators’ bodies in the blink of an eye, they left huge bloody holes. Their lifeless bodies fell, the vitality in their eyes dissipating.

After dealing with these people, Qiu Yueqing’s face finally eased a little, but she could sense more auras approaching from afar.

From a distance, it looked like black clouds were gathering, filled with howling demonic winds as if the black clouds were crushing down on the city.

“Their actions are quite fast.”

Qiu Yueqing’s eyes narrowed.

She took out a ten thousand li transmission talisman from her sleeve, planning to report this matter to her Master Lord.

But the transmission talisman had not flown out for long before it was crushed into powder by an invisible force.

Her expression was astonished.”What is this…”

The transmission talisman could communicate over tens of thousands of miles, even the powerful in the Golden Core Realm could not capture it. Obviously, there was a mysterious existence that enveloped the area’s heavenly fate.

Recalling her mission, Qiu Yueqing regained her spirit, revealing the Icy Crystal Snow Lotus-shaped magical weapon in her palm.

Qiu Yueqing held the magical weapon in one hand while wielding her fingertips as a sword in the other, uttering a soft command.

The split moment she finished reciting the incantation, magic power splashed everywhere and icy air spread across the ground.

In an instant, a deep blue barrier rose into the sky, piercing through the clouds.

The Ice Phoenix phantom appeared behind Qiu Yueqing, immediately forming into a terrifying icy stream in the surroundings, adding another layer of power to the protective formation of Jinzhou City.

Dozens of miles outside Jinzhou City, in the mountains and countryside.

Corpses of puppets walked bizarrely with sharp fangs and twisted bodies, their dark turquoise skin as hard as fine iron.

They were carrying a black sedan, with the sedan’s body covered in eerie humanoid patterns.

There was a corner of the curtain lifted, and a black-robed Daoist sat inside, holding a dust whisk.

At the same time, in the sky, there were several blood-robed men standing suspended over the air, their backs carrying bloody wings. At a glance, they were numerous.

Transforming magic power into shapes.

Only powerful cultivators in the Initiation Stage could compress the scattered magic power within their bodies into their desired shapes, and then wield it at will, using it conveniently.

A giant rock blocked the path ahead.

“Whoosh, whoosh!”

Without any hesitation, the blood wings behind them started to flow together. In the blink of an eye, the original dark red wings inflated into a huge hand.

This blood-red hand was full of fierce qi, just like a ferocious beast. As the hand clenched into a fist and raised high, it smashed into the giant rock blocking the way with a thunderous blow.

“Boom!”

The sound echoed, and the giant rock suddenly shattered.

The man in the bloody robe wore an expressionless face as he glanced at the blood-red, crystal-clear spirit rat in his palm. After sniffing it, he released a wisp of blood qi and pointed straight at Jinzhou City.

“Hahaha! ”

Suddenly, a roar of laughter erupted from the sky.

Though the figure was not visible, the sound arrived first.

A large mass of black smoke raced through the sky, emitting an overwhelmingly powerful ghost qi and condensing into groups of dark red ghost clouds.

A scholar dressed in an ink robe sat atop the ghost cloud.

A countless number of lonely, wild ghosts wailed mournfully beneath him, baring their teeth and claws.

“Ghost qi of lost souls, so Mr. Ghosty from Soul Ghost Ridge has also come. I wonder how many graves you’ve dug up recently,” the Daoist inside the sedan narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky as he murmured to himself.

Yang Yuan, the Senior Disciple of Bloody Immortal Sect, looked up at the sky and calmly said, “We are all here to find the Ancestral Weapon, so let’s not ruin the harmony.”

The scholar in the ink robe on the ghost cloud took a sip of fine wine handed over by the ghost beneath him and smirked evilly, “I, of course, understand this rationale, but isn’t not inviting me a little too unfair?”

Green poisonous fog filled the air amidst the trees, withering leaves, flowers, and even turning the grass on the muddy ground black at a visible pace as it passed by.

A beautiful woman with a snake and scorpion veil on her head, riding atop the poisonous cloud, also joined the gathering.

“Oh, this is quite lively.”

A clear, delicate laughter sounded, but no one was happy or welcoming. All wore cold faces and said nothing.

It was obvious that they were not willing to see the current situation develop like this.

The reason was that there were too many people, and they did not want too many people to know about the Ancestral Weapon. “Hierarch Duji? Even your Poisonous Sect has come to join the excitement.” Yang Yuan was very surprised to see her figure.

The presence of the Poisonous Sect was quite low and did not stand out among the Devil Sects.

Yet today, even she had arrived.

Where did these guys get the information from?

Always cautious, Yang Yuan had an ominous premonition in his heart.

“Where did you learn about the Ancestral Weapon?”

He asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, the spokesmen of the various Devil Sects remained silent for a moment.

Obviously, none were willing to say.

Yang Yuan took the lead in speaking: “The Bloody Immortal Sect learned about the fluctuations of Yan Country’s national fortune through the observation of the atmospheric qi, and then, the Sect Master received the reports from the disciples of the sect.”

“It’s quite a coincidence that someone else informed me as well. Not a disciple, but someone else who reported that they had found a trace of the Ancestral Weapon.”

Yang Yuan glanced around and discovered that everyone else had a similar expression.

“Mostly the same.”

“Mmm, the same.”

The explanations of several people were more or less the same.

“It seems that the gathering of the Devil Sects today is not a coincidence.”

Yang Yuan frowned.

There must be someone instructing behind all this.