Chapter 13: The Ghost Spirit Sect Attacks 'Capital!'
"Excuse me, shopkeeper, which of the seven sects does this Immortal Ascension Order belong to?"
The shopkeeper picked it up and looked through it, then handed it back to Li Feiyu and said, "It belongs to Spirit Beast Mountain."
"Fellow Taoist, please keep this thing. The Immortal Ascension Order is a very important treasure among our casual cultivators. With this order, you can directly join the corresponding seven sects. From then on, you will have a bright future."
"In the past, I would have been tempted, but now..."
"Is it because of the demonic invasion?"
"Yes, the entire world of immortal cultivators in the Yue Kingdom is in unrest now. They are fighting endlessly with the seven sects, and life for us casual cultivators is becoming increasingly difficult."
"At this time, almost no one is willing to join the seven sects. The six demon sects are coming fiercely. It is estimated that it will be difficult for them to resist."
"After a while, I also plan to leave the country of Yue, a place of right and wrong. I advise you, fellow Taoist, to make plans as soon as possible."
"Thank you, shopkeeper, for reminding me. I have my own plans, but could you also tell me where the gate of Spirit Beast Mountain is?"
The shopkeeper shook his head, "I don't know about that."
Li Feiyu checked the contents of the jade slip and reached a deal with the shopkeeper after confirming it was correct.
Li Feiyu continued shopping. He also wanted to buy a large amount of hundred-refined steel for forging the Fire Crow Puppet in the future, but it was a pity that it was not available here.
"Forget it, I'm lucky to be able to get a few prescriptions."
Li Feiyu was hesitating whether to leave or not, when suddenly there was a roar in the sky and flames soared into the sky.
The formation in the air fluctuated violently, as if it was about to break apart.
Suddenly someone shouted: "The devil is coming, run!"
For a time, monks from all over the Tainan Valley rose into the sky.
Among them were Heimu, Wushan, who brought Li Feiyu, and the shopkeeper who had just completed the transaction.
Boom boom boom~
The Tainan Valley Formation endured unimaginable bombardment. It was not a very advanced formation originally, but now under the attack of the demonic path outside the valley, it did not last long before it was shattered.
The formation broke open, and everyone rose into the sky, trying to escape.
But there are demonic monks outside who are sniping. The one who rushes the fastest is the one who dies the fastest.
The casual cultivators have died, and there are still dozens of demonic cultivators in the sky above the valley, all of whom have reached the ninth level of Qi training, and many of them are foundation-building cultivators.
When they saw this scene, their hearts suddenly went cold.
A newcomer like Kuroki is so regretful that his intestines are blue.
If you don't come early or late, you just come at this time. Isn't this a rush to death?
There is a magnificent flying magic weapon in the sky, and a young monk is sitting on the bow of the ship, waving his feather fan gently and looking graceful.
"Listen up, casual cultivators below. I am the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect. Today, you will either die here or submit to my Ghost Spirit Sect. I will give you a cup of tea and time to think about it."
"Don't think about escaping. You have just seen the consequences of daring to leave."
Li Feiyu looked at the sky. The young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect was Wang Chan, who had a close relationship with Han Li.
He remembered that Han Li had offended him in his name before, and the other party had always been obsessed with him, and even sent people to find out about him.
It was not until later that he discovered that Li Feiyu was just his pseudonym.
If this Wang Chan knew that the real owner of the pseudonym was below, I don't know how she would feel.
Mr. Han, you did it in the first year of junior high school. Don’t blame me for doing it in the fifteenth year. I have to borrow your name.
However, this situation is very dangerous for a monk like him who has not yet established a foundation.
If it comes by force, even if it can be rushed out with the help of the Soul-Eating Yin Disk, it may not be able to get rid of it.
"We can only see if there is a chance later."
Li Feiyu sighed slightly in his heart.
The time for a cup of tea passes quickly.
Wang Chan's voice came again, "Have you thought about it all? If you want to join my Ghost Spirit Sect, come up and let me plant the Blood Spirit Seal, and then you can live."
The Blood Spirit Seal doesn't sound like a good thing at first glance. It's impossible to say that once it's planted, life or death will be up to him.
"That bullshit Blood Spirit Seal is basically a slavery seal. Once planted, you become his slave, and he has the final say in life and death."
A middle-aged monk said: "If I are allowed to live like this, I might as well die!"
"That's right. His Ghost Spirit Sect must have recruited us so that we can be used as cannon fodder in the fight against the seven sects. Anyway, we will all die, so it's better to fight. We also have more than a hundred people, so we may be able to escape most of them.
"
Li Feiyu said: "Fellow Taoists, life and death are determined by fate. Cultivation of immortals is inherently unnatural. We should have been prepared long ago, right?"
"That's right, fight them!"
"Fight!"
...
Every monk was persuaded one after another.
On the treasure ship, a ghost spirit sect foundation-building monk next to Wang Chan said: "Young sect master, it seems that these casual cultivators are unwilling to obey!"
"No? That kid just now wasn't very bold. You asked people to kill chickens to scare the monkeys, killing each one after jumping, and soon they were willing."
"Young Master, what a great idea!"
Li Feiyu's apparent strength was at the seventh level of Qi training, but the foundation-building monk randomly assigned a person who was at the tenth level of Qi training.
"Go and kill that kid to scare the monkeys!"
"Yes, uncle."
The Ghost Spirit Sect stopped in the air more than ten feet away from them, and said with an evil smile: "Boy, life or death depends on your fate. That's a good thing to say. Let me, Zhao Qilai, give you a ride."
"I want you to know that your life and death are just a matter of a thought from my ghost spirit gate."
Heimu said: "Friend Daoist Li, don't be impulsive. That Ghost Spirit Sect monk is at least at the ninth level of Qi training. You are definitely no match for him!"
"Nothing, let me be the vanguard for everyone!"
"Ghost Spirit Sect monk, after all, there is nothing to be afraid of!"
Although Li Feiyu said this on the surface, it was all just to start a war between the two parties.
If there is no chaos, how can he run away?
Zhao Qi looked sarcastic, "Then come and try it!"
Li Feiyu took control of Qingfeng, soared into the air, and rushed towards Zhao Qi.
Zhao Qi laughed, raised the huge blood-colored axe, and swung it towards Li Feiyu. A blood-colored light blade flew out and struck directly at his head.
Li Feiyu sneered in his heart and manipulated the phantom needle to circle around, preparing for a sneak attack. However, he still rushed forward and suddenly avoided the bloody light blade when he approached it.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Zhao Qi waved another bloody blade, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Feiyu immediately activated the hidden phantom needle, instantly hitting his head, heart, Dantian and other places.
When the Phantom Needle is activated, the fluctuations are very weak. If you are not careful, it is difficult to detect. It is an excellent magic weapon for sneak attacks.
Zhao Qi was arrogant and saw Li Feiyu's low level, so he thought he had a chance to win, so he relaxed and gave Li Feiyu a chance.
Zhao Qi's eyes quickly darkened, and he pointed at Li Feiyu but could not speak. Then he lost all breath and fell to the ground.
Li Feiyu smiled coldly, and then shouted: "Fellow Taoists, what are you waiting for? Come on!"
"It's nothing to be a monk from the Ghost Spirit Sect!"
Li Feiyu's killing of Zhao Qi greatly encouraged everyone. The seventh level of Qi training can defeat the tenth level of Qi training. It seems that the ghost spirit sect monks are really not that good.
Their confidence has greatly increased, but only a few of them are still extremely wary, feeling that there are many tricks in Li Feiyu's victory.
However, everyone has begun to attack. If they miss this opportunity, they may really have no choice but to die and submit to the Ghost Spirit Sect.
Wang Chan snorted coldly and glared at the foundation-building monk beside him, "Look who you chose, he's a loser!"
"Young master, there must be something fishy about that boy. Maybe he is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger."
Wang Chan thought for a moment and said, "There must be a lot of good things in this kid. You can take action yourself and capture him for me."
"Don't worry, young master, I won't let you down."
"It's best not to, otherwise you won't have to come back!"
Wang Chan was still sitting on the treasure ship, as steady as a rock, watching the Ghost Spirit Sect monks fighting with the casual cultivators.
Various magic weapons and spells filled the sky, colorful and dazzling. The space was constantly vibrating and there were constant explosions.
From time to time, people are shot down in the air and fall to the ground, not knowing whether they are alive or dead.
Smart people always move outward, and Li Feiyu is one of them.
However, when he saw a Ghost Spirit Sect foundation-building monk flying toward him menacingly, he immediately ran away with his sword.
The strength of Qi Lian Dzogchen exploded, and his sword control speed was astonishingly fast.
"Qi Practicing Dzogchen?! Sure enough, you are pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"
The Ghost Spirit Sect foundation-building monk looked sarcastic, "If you want to run away, let's see how you run out of my Five Fingers Mountain!"
He also exploded with all his strength, shortening a long distance in one fell swoop, and as time passed, the distance continued to shorten.
Li Feiyu looked back with a horrified look on his face.
"Fortunately, fortunately, there is only one foundation-building monk."