It’s clear that this space connects to so sort of formation.
Just as he was speculating, a sudden deafening explosion erupted behind him with a thunderous blast.
The sound of the explosion was ear-splitting, leaving the man’s eardrums buzzing.
Feng Yichen turned around to look.
He was dumbfounded to see Xiayan Peak, where the Sect Leader resided, abruptly detonating, sending smoke and dust everywhere.
Feng Yichen stood there, stunned and speechless.
At that mont, two small swords gleaming with golden light streaked through the air, swift as teors and cutting across the sky.
In an instant, they disappeared into the clouds of debris.
Before Feng Yichen could regain his composure, a figure burst forth from the dense smoke, racing to the forefront.
It was Qi Tianjun.
At this mont, Qi Tianjun’s clothes were in tatters, his hair looked like a bird’s nest, and he held two nearly roasted piglets in his hands. His face was as black as charcoal, and he appeared utterly disheveled.
Qi Tianjun rushed to the pond and stared at the destroyed Array Eye within, his facial muscles convulsing uncontrollably.
"Those two—an old hag and a little brat—are way too much! They even dared destroy the Array Eye of the Heavenly Fla Array!"
"They’ve really lost all sha!"
"It’s bad enough that the demon creatures are naturally unruly, but Dugu Luoxue—aren’t you a female Confucian master? Don’t you have even a shred of morality? Do you think I, Qi Tianjun, wouldn’t dare lay hands on a woman?"
"All this just for the Taoist River Map? Was it truly necessary to snatch it outright?"
"Why couldn’t you have just asked for it directly? Although I definitely wouldn’t have given it to you, stealing it is still unacceptable!"
"Unbelievable... absolutely outrageous!"
"..."
Qi Tianjun spat his grievances angrily, then turned to glare at Feng Yichen: "And you, kid, what’re you doing standing here?"
Feng Yichen protested indignantly, "Master, I saw those two trying to sabotage the Array Eye and imdiately rushed here to stop them. Unfortunately, my skills are too weak; I could only watch helplessly as the formation was destroyed. Master, are you alright?"
Feng Yichen’s face wore an expression of concern, his look as guileless as that of a village idiot.
This idiot-like display only made Qi Tianjun even angrier, so he cursed furiously, "Do I look like I’m alright to you!? Hurry up and chase them down—you’re still standing here like a fool!"
Feng Yichen replied "Oh!" hurriedly and imdiately set off with the other disciples in pursuit.
But as soon as they reached the entrance of the mountain sect, everyone found themselves dumbfounded.
Because, at present, none of them could soar through the skies—they had to rely on horse travel. But the main road and small paths outside Zhenxuan Mountain had all been destroyed, and every single horse from the stable was chased off.
Even using Qinggong to pursue them wouldn’t get them far.
Cradling the two piglets he had painstakingly saved earlier, Qi Tianjun declared sorrowfully, "This debt must be settled! Sky Demon Sect and Wanshou Mountains and Rivers—none of them will escape! None of them!"
...
Down a secluded trail at the base of Zhenxuan Mountain, Qu Hongling was wielding the Phoenix Slaying Sword, cutting several trees at their trunks and laying them across the path.
The young girl clapped her hands and smiled, "There—we’ve blocked the way. They shouldn’t be able to catch up now."
Dugu Luoxue gently pressed her palm to her forehead and sighed, "You little rascal, you’ve gone a bit too far, haven’t you?"
Qu Hongling pursed her cherry lips dismissively, "They lost my Jiang—if I didn’t blow Zhenxuan Mountain sky-high, they’d already be lucky. In fact, I really let them off easy."
Dugu Luoxue shook her head helplessly. As her delicate wrist lightly twisted, two refined Little Golden Swords appeared in her palm.
These two Little Golden Swords hovered in mid-air, trailing golden streaks of light behind them.
The girl’s bright eyes sparkled: "So this is the Taoist River Map!"
Qu Hongling extended a finger to poke one of the golden swords and said cheerfully, "Hello, Little River Map! I’m your master’s wife—do you know where your master is right now? Can you take to him?"
The golden sword floated silently, without reacting.
It seed to be acting particularly lofty.
Qu Hongling furrowed her brows slightly, "Is this not possible?"
At that mont, the other flying sword seed to awaken with a spirit of its own. It drifted over lightly toward Qu Hongling, spun gracefully around her, and then dipped its sword-tip downward in a subtle nod.
Qu Hongling’s face lit up with joy: "See? I told you it could work!"
Dugu Luoxue revealed a faint smile.
Suddenly, her brows lifted sharply, and her jade hand swiftly conjured a spell.
In the blink of an eye, snowflakes condensed at her command, coalescing into icy rays that transford into a piercingly cold arrow. It shot toward the dense forest on the right. A series of cracking sounds echoed as trees snapped apart.
Soon after, a shadow burst forth into the open, abruptly appearing before the pair of won.
It was none other than the traitor Zhong Yan from Zhenxuan Mountain.
To be precise, he was the puppet of the novelist Xuanyuan Shugui.
Back when Jiang Shouzhong climbed the tower, this guy sneered at him. Later, when Jiang Shouzhong entered the tomb of the Taoist Ancestor, three of the top Heavenly Human Realm experts from the previous dynasty appeared, attempting to storm the tomb.
A shocking revelation then followed: Zhong Yan was actually a puppet controlled by Xuanyuan Shugui.
"You—you were supposed to be dead, weren’t you?"
Qu Hongling stowed the Taoist River Map, staring at Zhong Yan’s deathly pale face with astonishnt.
"How could a puppet die?"
Zhong Yan’s expressionless face and his voice—raspy and grating—seed squeezed out of a throat filled with sand.
It was only now that Qu Hongling realized sothing had changed about him.
Though he was a puppet before, he still possessed thoughts, facial expressions, and a seemingly normal deanor. Now, he resembled nothing more than a lifeless marionette.
Dugu Luoxue attempted to sense the aura of whoever was controlling him.
Using any technique to manipulate others required the caster to remain within a certain distance.
Whether it was Miaojiang’s "Living Dead Gu" or the Demon Clan’s infamous "Qianji Lines," once the caster exceeded the effective range, control would be lost.
Yet as Dugu Luoxue scanned the surrounding forest with her Divine Sense, she couldn’t detect the faintest trace of an unseen presence.
"Don’t bother trying, little girl. This old man is a thousand miles away right now."
"Zhong Yan" spoke, smiling.
A thousand miles away?
Dugu Luoxue felt a sense of shock.
The ability of Xuanyuan Shugui to control a puppet—it truly defied belief.
Speaking through Zhong Yan’s mouth, Xuanyuan Shugui lanted:
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