Chapter 373

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Chapter 373“Xuankong Mountain is actually hiding within the Ling Mountain Range?” “Is that mysterious expert’s power so overwhelming?” “Could a single individual really suppress one of the four great hidden realms to the point of forcing them into retreat?” As disciples and scouts from various factions across the world arrived in the Western State to investigate, they discovered that Xuankong Mountain had withdrawn entirely into the Ling Mountain Range to fortify their defenses. This revelation left everyone in shock, finding it almost unbelievable. After all, this was Xuankong Mountain! One of the four great hidden realms, with a legacy spanning tens of thousands of years, had always wielded vast influence from the shadows, covertly manipulating the world’s balance of power from an aloof, mysterious perch. And now, they were forced into seclusion by a single, mysterious cultivator. So, was Xuankong Mountain just an empty name, or was that mysterious cultivator truly so terrifying? For a moment, countless experts felt an eerie unease, their gazes collectively fixed upon the Ling Mountain Range. They wondered, would Xuankong Mountain really remain cloistered in their mountain retreat, without showing any resistance? “Grand Elder, are we really going to remain holed up in the mountains like this?” In the Ling Mountain Range, a red-robed monk questioned a red-faced old monk. Although Lu Qing had slain a group of red-robed elders, including the Grand Elder, Xian Yi, some of Xuankong Mountain’s elders had survived, and a portion of the red-robed elders still remained. “If we don’t stay in the mountains, then where else can we go?” The red-faced old monk shot a glance at the red-robed elder. If it weren’t for these disciples who panicked and fled the moment they heard of that mysterious ghost-masked man, abandoning their posts and rushing back… Their ambush plan might have succeeded before it even had a chance to be implemented. But despite his displeasure, the red-faced old monk knew now was not the time to reproach the disciples. “That fiend is so brazen, and even you, Grand Elder, cannot put a stop to him?” “If we continue to do nothing, I fear those sects we just subdued will begin to waver again!” the red-robed elder said anxiously. “That fiend has vanished without a trace. Do you have any method to lure him out?” the red-faced old monk replied flatly. The red-robed elder fell silent, wanting to argue further, but upon seeing the Grand Elder’s stern expression, he caught himself and dared not speak. He knew full well that returning to the Ling Mountain Range without authorization had already displeased the Grand Elder. If he pushed further, the consequences could be dire. Seeing that the red-robed elder had quieted down, the red-faced old monk withdrew his gaze, shaking his head slightly. The disciples of the monastery had spent too long in the seclusion of the hidden realm, lacking real-world experience, and many were of limited use in crisis. What a pity that Xian Yi was killed by that ghost-masked man; if he were here, the disciples wouldn’t be floundering about now like headless flies. The red-faced old monk looked up at the sky, wondering as he thought back. They had just prepared an ambush, only for the ghost-masked man to vanish entirely. ????ᴀ₦∅ʙЁＳ Logically, there was no way information could have leaked. At what point had their plan gone wrong? And where had that ghost-masked man gone? Was he still hiding in the Western State, or had he already left? A trace of worry surfaced in the red-faced old monk’s heart. He sensed that this might be an unprecedented crisis for Xuankong Mountain, one that, if not handled properly, could bring their millennia-old prestige to ruin. But now, with the enemy hidden and themselves exposed, he was at a loss for how to break the impasse. They had attempted to divine the ghost-masked man’s whereabouts, but even after employing the spiritual artifacts from the hidden realm, they couldn’t glean any information about him. Clearly, the ghost-masked man had taken all necessary precautions and must possess an artifact capable of obscuring celestial calculations. Unable to locate him, and facing the risk of being ambushed if they ventured out, the red-faced old monk could find no better strategy than their current retreat. ... Two more days passed, and the influx of forces into the Western State to gather information only continued to grow. To everyone’s astonishment, Xuankong Mountain seemed truly intent on remaining hidden in the Ling Mountain Range, showing no intention of emerging. Even some daring scouts ventured to the outskirts of the Ling Mountain Range, but there was no reaction. “Have those old monks turned meek? Since when did they become so patient?” In a small town outside the Ling Mountain Range, Yangming Daoist appeared, gazing towards the mountains with a hint of intrigue in his eyes. Xuankong Mountain’s decision to retreat was the last thing he had expected. As an old rival, he knew all too well how domineering those monks could be. Even when dealing with the other three great hidden realms, Xuankong Mountain always maintained a forceful stance. Yet now, they were hiding in the Ling Mountain Range, allowing the rumors outside to spread unchecked. Was there some hidden scheme at play, or was that rumored ghost-masked man truly so terrifying? “It seems Xuankong Mountain really has no intention of coming out.” In an inn in a nearby city, Lu Qing awoke from meditation and opened his eyes. Hearing the murmurs outside, he muttered quietly. Lu Qing hadn’t remained hidden in a mountain cave the entire time. With information being sparse in the mountains, he found staying in the city allowed him to monitor Xuankong Mountain’s movements more easily. To be honest, he was surprised by how completely Xuankong Mountain had withdrawn. It was a testament to their enduring legacy, dating back to the previous immortal cultivation era, and their remarkable patience and adaptability, traits that far surpassed those of many other sects. “Still, if they think hiding in the mountains means I can’t reach them, they’re mistaken.” A cold glint flashed in Lu Qing’s eyes. “Senior Yan, let’s proceed with the plan.” “Young master, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Yan’s voice echoed in Lu Qing’s mind. “Keep in mind, if we do this, the Li Huo Cauldron will be unusable for a while.” “No problem. Once it’s done, I’ll set up a Gathering Spirit Formation for you. It won’t take long for you to recover your spiritual energy.” Seeing that Lu Qing was resolute, Yan finally agreed. “Since that’s your decision, I’ll follow your lead.” “Then let’s go.” Once Yan agreed, Lu Qing immediately checked out of the inn, and after leaving the city, he donned his mask and summoned a golden boat, soaring up into the sky and flying towards the Ling Mountain Range. A golden streak of light blazed across the heavens. With the Ling Mountain Range not far from the city, and the area already filled with scouts from various factions, it wasn’t long before the streak of light attracted considerable attention. “What is that?” “A golden streak… It seems there’s someone inside!” “It’s that mysterious expert! He’s finally shown himself! And he’s heading for the Ling Mountain Range?” “Is he going alone to Xuankong Mountain’s stronghold?!” “Quick, follow him! I have a feeling something big is about to happen!” ... The martial artists’ sharp eyesight allowed them to glimpse the figure within the golden light. Although they couldn’t make out his appearance, they could tell there was a mysterious figure encased in the golden glow. Given the recent rumors, they had no doubt that this must be the same expert who had forced Xuankong Mountain into retreat within the Ling Mountains. Seeing that the golden streak was heading towards the Ling Mountain Range, the scouts understood immediately that something monumental was about to occur. Excitement surged as all the scouts rushed madly towards the Ling Mountain Range.

Chapter 373

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