Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 401 – Chapter 401: Chapter 28 Breaking the Formation_2

Chapter 401: Chapter 28 Breaking the Formation_2

For some unknown reason, as soon as he entered the territory of Zhenling Palace, he once again faintly felt a peculiar sensation.

It was as if something was calling him.

However, if he tried to perceive this feeling carefully, it would quickly vanish.

Bu Chan also opened his eyes, and the two of them stood up warily.

They discovered that Yuan Wenzhi and Zhang Tailai had already flown out.

The other cultivators on the Flying Boat also began to wake up from their meditation.

Yong’an City was rather far from Zhenling Palace. Even though they were flying on a Class III Magic Tool which was incredibly fast, for the sake of confidentiality, they hadn’t used any Teleportation Arrays and hence, it still took quite a while to finally arrive.

Everyone disembarked from the Flying Boat in a single file.

Wang Ba and Bu Chan flew out cautiously, their gaze instinctively sweeping across the scene before them.

Immediately, his eyes revealed an expression of shock.

He saw that there was a tremendous floating platform in the distant sky.

The platform seemed to have two levels.

The lower level was almost entirely filled with Foundation Establishment Competitors, who, without seats, had to stand shoulder to shoulder.

The upper level was clearly occupied by high-ranking members of the top three sects, and the seating was much more spacious.

More than twenty figures sat cross-legged on futons.

Most of these figures emitted terrifying auras, including a few familiar figures such as Master Yan from Huifeng Valley and Master Zhang from Danlong School.

Upon seeing Wang Ba, both of them nodded in greeting.

The people on the platform, dressed in distinctive attire, could be easily identified as cultivators from the three great sects.

Among them, only a very few people seemed to be, like Wang Ba, not of the three great sects.

But that was not what shocked Wang Ba.

Across this platform, Wang Ba could clearly see in the far distance, thousands of cultivators dressed in different outfits, attacking a mountain enshrouded by formations with a barrage of spells.

The cultivators of the three great sects were supervising from behind.

“They are the rogue cultivators who were captured.”

Wang Ba’s Spiritual Sense swept over the scene, and he immediately recognized some familiar faces and auras.

These faces, Wang Ba had seen them before in Yong’an City, they had been taken away by the three great sects under various pretexts.

Wang Ba had been wondering what the three sects could possibly do with the rogue cultivators since the Tianmen Cult was gone and they couldn’t sell them either. But now, he realized that he had been too naive.

Perhaps in the eyes of sect cultivators, rogue cultivators… were truly invaluable.

Just then, a glimmer of light suddenly shot up from the mountain engulfed by the formation, blossoming like fireworks, and countless sparks began raining down.

Some of the sparks fell too quickly and pierced the chest of a rogue cultivator who was flying in mid-air before he even had a chance to react. He immediately plunged to the ground.

“Dodge quickly!”

“Be careful!”

“Run!”

The rogue cultivators scrambled in horror in front of the mountain enveloped by the formation.

However, the cultivators from the sects behind unleashed their magic tools and shouted threats:

“Don’t retreat!”

“Take one step back, and you will be killed on the spot!”

“Move forward! Move forward!”

With the formation attacking from the front and the sect cultivators’ magic tools from the rear,

even if a few of the rogue cultivators managed to resist initially, they were quickly submerged in a wave-like surge of Mana…

In just a blink of an eye, nearly one-tenth of the group of rogue cultivators were wiped out.

After releasing this wave of attacks, the formation on the mountain seemed to have become depleted, and its glow began to dim after flickering for a moment.

Then, under the onslaught of spells from some Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators, it shattered with a loud boom.

The Zhenling Palace cultivators in blue who were hiding in the mountain bravely flew up towards the cultivators from the three sects, but they were intercepted by countless rogue cultivators.

After killing dozens of rogue cultivators, they were eventually decapitated due to exhaustion.

Until their death, they had not managed to touch any of the three sects’ members.

“Boom!”

Under the barrage of spells from the rogue cultivators, the mountain collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Along with the collapse of the mountain, a resounding voice echoed throughout:

“Kuixin Point, has been broken!”

“Great!”

“Great!”

“After removing another seventeen points, we would be able to march directly, aiming at Zhenling Palace!”

Cheers and discussions erupted from the platform above.

Those seated on the upper level also nodded in approval, their expressions satisfied.

No one here cared about the life and death of the rogue cultivators.

Wang Ba watched the events unfold before him with a solemn expression, his grip on Bu Chan’s hand involuntarily tightening.

At this moment, Zhuang Yi beside him chuckled and said:

“It seems that we have good luck, we have just arrived to witness our major victory.”

Wang Ba responded with silence.

He did not ask the stupid question of why they were fighting with the people from Zhenling Palace when they were supposed to commemorate Master Zhang.

Yuan Wenzhi and Zhang Tailai, who had flown out first, looked as calm as ever.

At this moment, the high-ranking members of the three sects on the upper layer of the platform seemed to have noticed Wang Ba and Yuan Wenzhi’s group.

Among the three cultivators seated in the middle, a somewhat unfamiliar figure – a cultivator with a scholarly appearance and a humble demeanor – stood up, smiled and warmly invited them over.

“Is that Shen and Yuan, along with Zhang? Come over quickly and take a seat.”

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A chill ran down Wang Ba’s spine.

Although he did not recognize this individual, from their seating arrangement and vibe, he had a vague guess about their identity.

He quickly bowed in respect.

“Junior Shen Fu, pays his respects to Sect Master Lin.”

In front of ordinary Golden Core Masters, he could still uphold his dignity as a grandmaster to some extent.