Chapter 114 – Untitled
Xin Hai looked at Shangguan Yun and said, “Senior Brother went to greet the envoy from the Tower of Heaven. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
At that moment, the formation lit up again. Everyone outside the valley stopped their chatter and turned to watch. Teng Huayuan clenched his fists as he stared at the formation grimly. He had decided that the moment Wang Lin appeared, he would use a curse to teleport next to him and make him suffer all the torment in the world.
The formation shone brightly and 13 people walked out.
Teng Huayuan’s face grew even gloomier as he pinched another soul on the flag. He sneered in his heart. “Wang Lin, if you’re truly cold-hearted enough to ignore your family and not come out, then I admit that I underestimated you. But even if you manage to escape, once I reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, I can increase the power of the curse to find you.”
The farmers outside the valley started talking again.
“This qualifying match is too strange. Previously, the first group to leave always had the most people, and then the number of people decreased from there. Why does the second group have more people than the first group?”
“Strange. I have a feeling this time it’s going to be really weird.”
“What sect is it this time? If anyone knows, please tell us quickly.”
“That’s the He Huan Sect. I know that bitch, Wang Ying. As long as she appears within 100 feet of me, I can smell her stench…”
“That’s right. It’s the He Huan Sect.”
As the people spoke, the faces of the two Nascent Soul cultivators from the He Huan Sect, Cheng Huan and Chen Yan, darkened. They sighed as they looked at each other, before their expressions returned to normal.
The He Huan Sect disciples grimly ran towards Cheng Huan and Chen Yan with complicated expressions on their faces. The leading female disciple quickly threw a voice transmission jade slip to the two Nascent Soul cultivators upon their arrival.
Chen Yuan frowned. He placed the jade on his forehead and was shocked. Then, he quickly looked at Wang Ying and asked, “Is this true?”
Wang Ying said respectfully, “Ancestor, we saw it with our own eyes.”
The disciples behind him all seemed to already know the contents of the jade and all quickly nodded.
Chen Yan glanced at everyone, then took the jade from Chen Yuan. After examining it for a long time, he laughed coldly and crushed it to dust.
Suddenly, a pair of eyes from one of the orthodox sects stared at them. Chen Huan and Cheng Yan immediately turned around and saw Xin Hai nodding at them.
Chen Huan and Chen Yan noticed Xin Hai’s reaction when the Piao Miao Sect disciples left, but couldn’t guess the reason. However, after seeing the jade, they realized what was happening.
Teng Huayuan frowned as he looked at Chen Huan, Chen Yan, and Xin Hai. He suddenly felt that something big was about to happen, but he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. After a while of speculation, he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, so he snorted coldly and destroyed another soul on the flag.
At that moment, not only Teng Huayuan, but all the other sects realized that something was wrong. They didn’t know what the disciples could have said that caused the faces of the three Nascent Soul cultivators to turn so dark.
Even the small families, small sects, and independent cultivators realized that something was wrong, so they all gathered together and started talking.
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, and a circle of light silently appeared. The circle floated into the sky, then expanded to a radius of 10 meters. Four people walked out of the circle.
The person in front was as fat as a ball with a smile on his face, but the moment he appeared, all the Nascent Soul cultivators flew into the air and respectfully stood by his side.
This person was the envoy left in Zhao, Lin Yi.
Li Yin laughed and said, “Everyone, I’m here to help the envoys from the high-cultivation nations open the gates to the foreign battlefield. I won’t interfere with your right to enter, so please be at ease.”
The three people behind Li Yin were Punnan Zi, the white-haired cultivator from the Piao Miao Sect, and the skinny cultivator from the Tian Dao Sect.
The three of them accompanied Li Yin and landed in the center of the field. All the other Nascent Soul cultivators immediately followed and stood beside them.
Xin Hai took the opportunity to stand beside the white-haired old man and send several voice transmissions. This white-haired old man was the number one expert of the Piao Miao Sect, Xue Mei.
After hearing Xin Hai’s message, he nodded calmly.
The formation lit up again, and five people emerged. As they emerged, a wave of cold energy spread out. Their eyes were bloodshot. They looked around and found a corner to sit down.
“Which sect are they from?” Everyone immediately started talking again.
After a long time, no one could find the answer, so everyone started guessing which sect these five people came from.
Xue Mei, who was standing beside Li Yin, suddenly laughed and said, “Sir envoy, look at these Corpse Sect disciples, they’re filled with hostility. I heard that the Corpse Sect has a secret technique that allows its disciples to fuse with their corpse puppets. I think those five people are the so-called human puppets.”
Lin Yi nodded and said, “Those five people are indeed human puppets.”
The skinny man from the Tian Dao Sect looked around and frowned as he said, “Why isn’t Fellow Cultivator Ye here…”
Lin Yi shook his head and said, “The Corpse Sect didn’t follow the rules for storing tokens in Jue Ming Valley, so they were disqualified. Even if he doesn’t come, it doesn’t matter.” With that, he casually looked at the crowd in the northwest and silently thought, “The Corpse Sect… This time, a few more people will complete the possession and recover their cultivation…”
Thinking about that, Lin Yi suddenly turned his head towards the Wu Feng Valley Nascent Soul cultivators and said, “Wu Feng Valley also didn’t keep their tokens and was disqualified, but they gave their tokens to another sect, so that sect is allowed to have two tokens since there is no limit to the number of tokens you can have.”
The Nascent Soul cultivator from Wu Feng Valley was an old man dressed in black. His expression remained unchanged as he stared at Teng Huayuan.
Teng Huayuan was also speechless. Even though he was a guest elder, he had still paid a huge price to obtain the token.
The formation lit up again. Suddenly, Teng Huayuan’s heart pounded as he sensed the curse. He stared at the formation, waiting for Wang Lin to appear. The moment Wang Lin appeared, he would immediately teleport out.