One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point Chapter 316: 255: Catastrophe for the Wu Family in Jiangbei

"You!" Guan Luo instantly beca furious.

Behind him, two Loose Cultivators also wore expressions filled with righteous indignation, but the power of the Wu Family was so great that these Loose Cultivators were like ants at the feet of giants in their presence, truly daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

One of them looked to Ling Weizi with slightly reddened eyes and pleaded, "I hope Elder Ling Weizi can uphold justice for us."

"I..." Despite her kind nature, Ling Weizi also felt quite troubled.

"I provide you with resources, and you give returns. These things are clearly written on paper, so what does it have to do with Ling Weizi?" Wu Weihan said coldly, though he spoke to Guan Luo and his two companions, he was actually addressing Ling Weizi.

Just then, Ling Weizi heard a strange noise coming from outside the door.

She looked up to see He Xingyun and his brother Lin Xiaoye, both of whom she recognized.

Sensing that the atmosphere was amiss, Ling Weizi put down her teacup, cleared her throat, and attempted to change the subject, addressing He Xingyun, "You both seem to be in quite a hurry, has sothing troubleso occurred in Dharma King Temple?"

"I saw Ning Xiaoyu earlier; she has been very worried about you." Ling Weizi added, her voice softer, filled with concern.

"Thank you for your concern, Elder Ling Weizi."

He Xingyun first expressed his gratitude to Ling Weizi, then nodded slightly to Wu Weihan on the side.

The previously stern-faced Wu Weihan suddenly showed a genial smile.

He stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

"This junior has rushed here because there has been a change within Dharma King Temple," He Xingyun relayed what Su Heng had told him to Ling Weizi, and then murmured, "To be on the safe side, it’s better to evacuate from Dharma King Temple first to prevent the situation from worsening."

Immortal Heaven and the mortal realm are two sides of the sa mirror.

Separated yet dependent on each other, they are not worlds that exist independently.

Monster aberrations and the power of human Cultivators all stem from Immortal Heaven. Intense emotional fluctuations in the mortal realm can also create ripples in Immortal Heaven. Especially the death of large numbers of people can provoke the descent of Immortal Heaven’s power.

This is why the original sacrifices were perford during the descent of deadly monsters.

And on battlefields with heavy casualties, the occurrence of mysterious reanimated corpses is a common reason.

"In that case, we should do as you say. Retreat first, then consider our next steps after the situation is confird," Ling Weizi had a sowhat weak character, but she knew the gravity of the situation. Hearing that the ssage ca from Su Heng within Dharma King Temple, she issued orders without hesitation.

"That would be for the best," He Xingyun nodded.

Guan Luo and the other three Loose Cultivators showed signs of relief. They didn’t know what the Mythical Battlefield was, but it seed they wouldn’t have to continue marching to their deaths at Dharma King Temple, which was excellent news.

Just as Ling Weizi was about to issue the command, Wu Weihan on the side frowned and spoke again, "Making a decision based solely on the word of one individual seems improper."

"Do you not know what it ans for the Mythical Battlefield to open, Elder Wu?" Ling Weizi’s fair face rarely displayed such severity.

"Of course, I’m aware," Wu Weihan replied calmly, "but it’s precisely because I understand the horrors of the Mythical Battlefield that I find this hard to believe."

"And besides..."

Wu Weihan paused for a mont before continuing, "I’ve heard of the stories surrounding that regional governor from Jiangzhou. Although his strength is indeed not weak, he is ultimately too young, and as a self-taught cultivator, his experiences are limited, and making a mistake in judgnt is quite normal."

"If we uproot and retreat just based on an outsider’s word..."

"Once this news spreads, what will beco of the prestige of us, the three great immortal sects and the four great families? Won’t we beco the laughingstock of others?"

"You just can’t bear to give up the benefits before you," Ling Weizi said coldly.

"You can’t speak irresponsibly," Wu Weihan snorted with a scoff, "How about this: If you all want to leave, you can evacuate first. But our Wu Family’s people will not leave, and these Loose Cultivators must fulfill the agreed tasks."

"I don’t care about what happens in Dharma King Temple, I only care about—"

Boom!

Wu Weihan didn’t finish his sentence.

The ground beneath their feet suddenly shook violently, followed by a sudden gale.

Through the windows, they could see the outside sky was a hazy gray, with various screams intermingling and flooding into the room. Ling Weizi frowned slightly, feeling an inexplicable sensation of panic. The trembling that had just subsided beca fierce again, and this ti even cracks spread across the ground.

Whoosh!

A black sandstorm swept in, an apocalyptic scene.

The wild winds raged, and the makeshift housing was uprooted and tossed into the air. Ling Weizi’s long black hair whipped frenetically, and as she looked up, she saw countless fragnts of stone, trees, and even torn houses all flying in the sky, boundless and endless.

Although the people present were experts, none of them had ever witnessed such an exaggerated scene.

Moreover, it ca without any warning, leaving them utterly unprepared.

"What in the world is this!?" Wu Weihan yelled, but no sound ca out as the violent wind pulled at his tongue, causing him a sharp pain.

Fortunately, the pitch-black sandstorm didn’t last long. It howled as it swept up various debris and stones, moving rapidly into the distance. After the sandstorm passed, the sky was a clean azure blue, with such clear light that it brought tears to the corners of one’s eyes.

Whoosh!

Another surge of potent air currents.

Amid the flying sand and rocks, a shadow with spread wings swiftly flew past.

With a "bang," the ground shook violently, forming a depression. Su Heng had already dispelled the augntation of his Warlord’s True Body and Dragon Blood, but even in his normal state, his towering stature was still imposing like a mountain.