Chapter 210: Found You!

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Chapter 210: Found You! The assembled cultivators had no fondness for demonic cultivators to begin with. Now that these demonic cultivators were setting up a formation near the secret realm with such obvious ill intent, it only fueled their anger. One by one, they unleashed spells upon the formation, bombarding it relentlessly. Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes at the demonic formation. If they were planning something nefarious, shouldn’t they be more discreet? Yet here was this grand formation, openly displayed for all the righteous cultivators to see... Was it intentional, or just carelessness? “Heavenly Divination, tell me who set up this formation.” 【Heavenly Divination in progress… Failed. The target is under the protection of a Dao Artifact. Player’s Fortune Loss Layer is too high!】 The skies above Cangyun Realm churned with ominous clouds. For the first time, Chen Huai’an found himself standing beneath the weight of his own divination. At the boundary where the mountains met the sky, a vortex of black clouds emerged. From within, a golden vertical pupil extended its gaze, scanning a particular spot within the vast Ten Thousand Mountains before abruptly dissipating. The cultivators sensed the disturbance in the heavens, but they were accustomed to sudden divinations appearing above them. With only a casual glance upward, they continued their assault on the demonic formation. Only Chen Huai’an’s eyes lit up, gleaming like a starving wolf spotting a stray sheep. Protected by a Dao Artifact again? Could it be that old crone who intervened for Ji Dong before?! Though his Fortune Loss prevented him from pinpointing the person’s exact location and details, the ripples of his divination were undeniable. His current incarnation was already within Cangyun Realm—he could follow the trail straight to them! With that thought, Chen Huai’an immediately flew in the direction where the golden pupil had vanished. With so many cultivators attacking the formation, it was already on the brink of collapse. His presence wouldn’t make much of a difference. Qingyun Patriarch was still immersed in the joy of battling demonic cultivators alongside his beloved. On such a bright and glorious day, what could be more romantic than destroying a demonic formation together? Then, in the blink of an eye, he saw Chen Huai’an soar away on his sword. “Daoist Chen, where are you going?” Rong Qingyun hurried to follow, but a powerful force shoved her back—so overwhelming that even she, at the Fusion Realm, couldn’t resist it. “None of your damn business!” Chen Huai’an snapped before disappearing into the distance. “Ah~ Even the way he rejects people is so domineering and alluring… Truly~” Qingyun Patriarch squeezed her legs together, covering her flushed cheeks in a lovestruck daze. Then, turning her gaze back toward the demonic formation, her eyes gleamed with a murderous light. “Daoist Chen must have something urgent to handle. When he said ‘none of your damn business,’ he was actually trying to keep me from getting distracted… Hmph! If it weren’t for this formation, I could have gone with him!” “This is all your fault!” Under the stunned gazes of the surrounding cultivators, Rong Qingyun pulled out over a dozen spiritual artifacts from her storage pouch and flung them toward the formation like disposable trash—then detonated them all at once. Boom! Boom! Boom! The violent explosions accelerated the collapse of the demonic formation. The sheer recklessness of using precious spiritual artifacts as bombs left the nearby cultivators both awestruck and heartbroken. “As expected of Qingyun Patriarch—she truly despises demonic cultivators!” “But… isn’t that a bit wasteful…” As the cultivators murmured among themselves, Rong Qingyun pulled out another dozen spiritual artifacts and hurled them into the fray. “Patriarch Qingyun, stop! Those are spiritual artifacts! If you really don’t need them, why not give them to me? I’ll break the formation for you!” A Fusion Realm elder from Zhenwu Holy Land trembled at the sight, his beard quivering. Turning to his subordinates, he asked, “Who is that?” “That’s the Qingyun Sect Patriarch.” “Ah, I see!” The Zhenwu elder nodded repeatedly, clapping his fists together in admiration. “I’ve long heard that Qingyun Sect is the strongest sect in Cangyun Realm, known for their deep foundations and unwavering hatred for evil. Seeing is believing—the rumors were true! When Daoist Zhang returns from the major secret realm, I must put in a good word for Qingyun Sect!” Encouraged by his words, the surrounding cultivators attacked with even greater fervor. Some even followed Qingyun Patriarch’s example, throwing their unused magical tools into the battle and detonating them. Though their weapons weren’t as powerful as hers, sheer numbers made up for it. The demonic formation’s collapse accelerated yet again. — Meanwhile, a thousand miles away. At the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains, hidden in a dense forest, Ling Pu’s expression darkened. “This doesn’t make sense… The formation is collapsing way too fast. Have these sect cultivators grown this much stronger since last year? At this rate, it won’t last even half an hour…” Just as she muttered to herself, an intense sensation of being watched prickled at her skin. Ling Pu looked up. Through the thick canopy of interwoven branches and leaves, a golden vertical pupil was scanning the area. For the third time that day. Glancing at the Dao Artifact in her hand—now riddled with seven cracks—Ling Pu gritted her teeth. “That damn mysterious sword cultivator used to perform divination just once a day. What the hell is going on today? Is he insane? Does he have a death wish?! He’s already performed three divinations just to locate me! Is he planning to burn through all his Fortune just to take me down?!” At that moment, the sound of a sword cutting through the wind echoed in the distance, rapidly approaching. Accompanied by a chilling, sinister laugh. “Jie jie jie! You bastard, I found you!” The moment the voice rang out, an ominous premonition surged in Ling Pu’s heart. She hastily formed a hand seal and vanished from her spot, leaving behind only a faint golden lotus shadow. Boom! A devastating sword aura slammed into the ground. The impact sent the earth shuddering as a towering pillar of yellow sand erupted into the sky. When the dust settled, the land was scarred—trees reduced to dust, a sword mark stretching across a hundred feet. Ling Pu reappeared a thousand meters away, standing on the edge of a cliff. She gazed at the figure floating in the air, his spiritual energy surging like a blazing sun, her expression solemn. “How did you find me?” Chen Huai’an pointed skyward. For the fourth time today, he activated Heavenly Divination, surpassing the ten-thousand limit. Behind him, the golden vertical pupil manifested again, shining like a radiant halo. Its cold, detached gaze—imbued with a trace of the Dao’s authority—pierced through the thinning clouds, locking onto Ling Pu. “So that’s it…” she muttered, her lips curling into a cold smirk. “You’re tracking me through the fluctuations of divination.” Ling Pu scrutinized Chen Huai’an before chuckling darkly. “This incarnation of yours is only at Nascent Soul Perfection.” She tapped her fingers against the prayer beads around her wrist. “Let me guess—did using divination damage your true body’s core? Is that why you can only manifest an incarnation this weak?” The setting sun bathed the clouds in gold and crimson. A deep, resonant Buddhist chant filled the air as the drifting clouds scattered. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Ling Pu, the old nun, abruptly turned away. Behind her, a thousand-armed Guanyin Dharma Manifestation burst forth. Golden light swirled around her as she sneered, “Boy, with your pathetic level—barely at the Fusion Realm—you think you’re worthy of dueling me?” With a light knock of her bony fingers against her prayer beads, her figure merged into the Guanyin Manifestation. “Amitabha!” The Guanyin joined its palms together, while the thousand arms behind it spread wide as if to tear open the sky. As Ling Pu reopened her eyes— A killing intent as vast as the ocean surged toward Chen Huai’an.

Chapter 210: Found You!

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