nashuaworldcup Chapter 199 Night Raid 1
Chapter 199 Night Raid 1
"I sensed the barrier in the later stages. Um, I need to go into the tower for seclusion to break through."
After seeing the Leng family off from the mountain gate back to Jufang Hall, Leng Huan told them about the matter. She mainly felt that Fu Xun was progressing too fast, and she wanted to cultivate more so as not to fall too far behind.
“Alright, come out again after you break through to the later stage.” Fu Xun nodded. He had been quite busy lately, while Yun Du had maids and servants to keep him company. Occasionally, Jiang Ruoyu would take him to the Weapon Refining Peak to play, letting him get acquainted with the Way of Weapon Refining through his own eyes and ears.
Having explored all the peaks of Yundu, the child is very familiar with the Sword Inquiry Peak and the Weapon Refining Peak, and is now outgoing and not shy at all.
Instead, he was very curious about strange things. When he heard that Jiang Ruoyu's servant boy was coming to pick him up, he told Fu Xun, put his hands in his pockets, and left with the servant boy. He was very interested in the weapon refining pavilion.
Leng Huan no longer has to worry about who will take care of the child, so he can focus all his energy on cultivation.
It took her half a month, or actually a year and a half of cultivation in the space. She used a portion of the Ten Thousand Year Clear Dew and the Thousand Thread Snow Lotus, along with a million spirit stones, to successfully break through to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.
He had crossed a minor realm, but unfortunately, he felt something was missing and he couldn't reach the barrier of the Nascent Soul stage. Leng Huan formed hand seals to stop his stance, and the surging spiritual energy around him gradually calmed down.
She frowned slightly and sighed softly. It seemed she would have to go to the far north ice plains. She secretly decided that once she got to Beijun, she would continue north.
With undivided attention, Leng Huan finally mastered the Xuanbing Phoenix Feather Technique to the eighth level. As soon as he circulated his spiritual power, the Frost Waterfall instantly unfolded, freezing the surrounding area of several hundred feet and causing the temperature to plummet. Leng Huan flew around as if he were in water, and with a light sweep of his sleeve, the ice disappeared.
This was the first time Leng Huan had the leisure to examine this mysterious and unpredictable space.
"Space, space, time... what exactly is time travel...?"
With a murmur, she moved and flew towards the edge of the infinite space.
Surrounded by swirling stars, she felt like a tiny star in a sea of stars, feeling incredibly small. Leng Huan thought pettily, "Could this space contain an entire galaxy?"
She flew for an unknown distance, yet it seemed she was still in the same place. The endlessly rotating stars around her remained unchanged. Leng Huan stopped, floating in mid-air. After looking at the space for a while, she felt dizzy.
No matter how far one's divine sense probes, once it reaches the void, it's like stepping into a dark abyss. Leng Huan immediately withdrew his divine sense; the feeling of being swallowed up was chilling.
She needed to clear her mind immediately; that was a level she couldn't reach at the moment.
At this moment, she felt her own insignificance. In the infinite space and time, humans are far too insignificant... Closing her eyes and meditating, Leng Huan suddenly wanted to know what it was like to ascend, to break through the barrier of a world.
Can it break through the barriers of time and space and shatter the void? What is the Upper Immortal Realm like?
Most importantly, is it possible to travel through time and space?
She began to have doubts. In this world of the book, could anyone really ascend to immortality? Legend has it that there are ascensionists, but ascensionists can never come down again. Whether anyone has actually succeeded or not, these living cultivators really don't know.
After pondering the philosophical questions of this world, Leng Huan felt a chill run down his spine. "I'd better just focus on cultivating and hiding. Whether I'll even live to see that day is uncertain. Even if I only live for a few thousand years, it won't be a loss..."
"The surviving Nascent Soul cultivators have already withdrawn from worldly affairs, let alone those at the Mahayana or Tribulation Transcending stages? Those people are practically gods in this world; perhaps they know something..."
Leng Huan gave up thinking with a headache. Instead of thinking about world philosophy, he should think about how to protect the sect's divine seal. The demon's heart was already obvious.
The long-standing lineage of the senior cultivators meant they were all high-ranking members of powerful factions. They knew about the war between the Demon Race and Hongyuan and hoped that the human race could unite as one.
After thinking it over, Leng Huan took out the water-attribute spirit sword that Song Kaiyang had given him. Anything that could be collected by a Nascent Soul cultivator must be of extraordinary quality. This was a low-grade magic weapon. Leng Huan touched the sword blade; it was chillingly cold and incredibly sharp.
This sword must be made of top-quality materials. Its only drawback is that it is too brittle. The materials that Leng Huan has collected can be used to reforge the sword. The problem is that it is not convenient to find someone to forge the sword now. Her first thought is to ask Lingjian Manor to help her forge the sword.
"I wonder if the manor has recovered from the disaster it suffered back then." Thinking this, Leng Huan raised his magical sword. "Back then, I never imagined that I could actually cultivate to this level."
Her face was reflected in the sword's blade; she was still young and beautiful, but her mindset was no longer that of a young person.
After all, time is kind but fleeting.
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Three hundred miles outside of Misty City, atop a mountain peak.
It was the same man in black robes, his hood billowing in the wind, revealing half of his pale face. He looked down at the black-clad demonic cultivator kneeling and reporting, and waved his hand: "Now that we've confirmed that all the experts have left the Misty Immortal Sect, let's begin the operation."
"As you command, sir." The black-clad demonic cultivator replied respectfully.
The man in black robes was very satisfied: "Give the order that the leaders of the various demonic sects lead their followers in a night raid on the Misty Immortal Sect."
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As the sun set in the west, its rays stained the ground like blood. Yet, the cultivation space remained imperceptible in terms of time. Leng Huan's cultivation came to an end; the fragmented scroll within his sea of consciousness spun into characters, then suddenly flashed with golden light, dissipating into specks of light that coalesced back into a complete manual.
In the past two years, she has studied this incomplete second volume the most. She will not suffer from qi deviation, since this is a cultivation method to control profound energy and the Snow Spirit Body.
Its content is incomplete and the understanding is somewhat awkward, but based on the analysis of the previous chapter, she was able to continue cultivating. As her cultivation level increased, her profound power also increased, as if spring rain was scattering in her flesh and blood, seemingly there but not there, only when it was circulating did it become powerful and vast.
It nourishes and tempers her body at all times. Leng Huan feels like a rock enveloped by water, soft yet strong.
After staying in the space for a few more days, I figured it was about time to leave.
A flash of spiritual light enveloped her, and she vanished from her spot, reappearing at the doorway. She immediately saw the tower spirit carrying a bag full of high-grade spirit fruits, munching away with gusto—
This guy, relying on his puppy-like appearance to win the disciples' favor, used Leng Huan's name to "swindle and deceive." Just like Sang Biao back then, he would go out and come back with a full bag.
"You've emerged from seclusion?" Seeing her sudden appearance, the tower spirit flew over with the spirit fruit in its arms and circled around Leng Huan. "Tsk, you're just like that bully, you have a special physique. As expected, your cultivation is very fast. You've already reached the half-step Nascent Soul stage so quickly."
Leng Huan nodded: "It's alright, Little Ta Zi. Did you go out to freeload again?"
"No! That's what I got by selling my body, I was practically ripped out of every hair on my head!"
Okay, that makes sense. "Let's go, I'm going out. I wonder what time it is outside."
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With a deafening roar, Leng Huan had just entered the room and was jolted awake before his feet had even touched the ground. His expression turned grave. "What happened!"
This was clearly the trembling and buzzing of the sect's protective formation! Even from such a distance, Mingxiu Peak felt such a strong tremor, and Leng Huan's heart tightened as he realized something.
Fu Xun was not there, so she appeared in the children's room next door. Only Qiu Yue and Dong Xue accompanied Yun Du. Leng Huan immediately took out the key and activated the Ju Fang Palace's grand formation. He used a sleeping talisman and quickly but calmly instructed the maids.
"Yun Du is asleep. You all stay in Jufang Hall and don't wander around. Take good care of the child, Xiao Ta, Sang Biao, and Xiao Bai are with you. Don't panic. I'm going to check on the main peak."
After Leng Huan left, she set up several more protective barriers around Jufang Palace. The array here was a sturdy defense, making them safer. If she wasn't mistaken—
It's very likely that the demons have arrived!
Just over half a month after the ceremony, at this critical juncture, with such a grand display, Leng Huan couldn't imagine anyone other than the Demon Clan who would dare to be so audacious.
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