txolops Chapter 202: The Yinluo Sect Attacks! Is this a bonus?
Chapter 202: The Yinluo Sect Attacks! Is this a bonus?
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Soon after, Lin Chuan was only a thousand miles away from the gate of Huangfeng Valley.
At his speed, this distance would only take a moment.
However, in that very short moment...
The mysterious "fortune-telling" system in his mind refreshed on time, and the daily divination result had already appeared.
Today's divination result: Minor misfortune.
[The divination reads: After you return to Yellow Maple Valley today, a demonic cultivator from the Yinluo Sect will soon infiltrate the valley seeking revenge. After a fierce battle, you will slay this fiend and obtain many secret demonic techniques of the Yinluo Sect from his Nascent Soul Soul Search.]
"Oh? Little Fierce? A demonic cultivator seeking revenge? The Yinluo Sect..."
Lin Chuan glanced at the divination text, understood it, but his expression remained calm and composed.
It seems the people from the Yinluo Sect are getting restless.
Unexpectedly, the other party was quite bold, daring to sneak directly into the heart of Huangfeng Valley to seek revenge.
However, since it is a "minor misfortune" and the outcome is that you kill the opponent yourself, there is no need to worry too much. Just wait and see.
He pondered to himself, but his feet didn't stop. Instead, with a slight thought, the light from his escape shuttle intensified, transforming it into a barely perceptible afterimage as it shot towards Yellow Maple Valley at an even faster speed. Since someone was coming, he might as well "welcome" them in advance.
Before long, the familiar protective array of Huangfeng Valley was already in sight.
Lin Chuan soon appeared on the main peak, outside the cave of Elder Linghu.
"Junior Brother Lin is back?"
A voice, tinged with surprise and delight, came from inside the cave, and the restriction was immediately lifted.
Lin Chuan slowly entered and saw that Patriarch Linghu was sitting cross-legged on a futon. His face seemed a little older than before, but his spirits were still good. When he saw Lin Chuan return safely, a look of relief flashed in his eyes.
"Senior Brother Linghu." Lin Chuan nodded slightly.
"What was the outcome of the border battle? I heard the fighting has ended, but there are many rumors circulating about the twists and turns, though they are not detailed," Elder Linghu asked anxiously.
Huangfeng Valley is located in the Northern Liang Kingdom, adjacent to the battlefield. The outcome of this battle is directly related to the survival of the sect, so he cannot help but care.
Lin Chuan briefly recounted the course of the border war, including the Turkic invasion, the Mulan people's backyard being attacked, the two sides being forced to cease hostilities and negotiate peace, and the division of Tiannan into two countries to settle the Mulan people.
The text naturally omits overly detailed and personal events such as his slaying of Master Zhong, uncovering the conspiracy of the gambling battle, and forging a deadly feud with the Yinluo Sect. It only mentions that the battle was fierce, his side had a slight advantage, and the war eventually ended due to external intervention.
Even so, Linghu Laozu's heart was stirred with emotion, and he exclaimed in amazement.
When he heard that Tiannan would carve out two countries to settle the Mulan people in exchange for a northern barrier, he stroked his beard and pondered for a moment before finally nodding and sighing, "This is choosing the lesser of two evils. Fellow Daoist Wei's plan is the best solution at present. It's just... a pity for the original sects and mortals of those two countries."
But he also knew that some sacrifices were inevitable in the face of the greater cause of the survival of the race.
"By the way, senior brother,"
Lin Chuan changed the subject, his tone becoming serious, "On my way back today, I had a premonition that some petty villains might come to provoke and retaliate over border matters. Just in case, I ask you, Senior Brother, to pass down the order to the Core Formation disciples in the sect to be on high alert and strengthen patrols at the mountain gate. However, without my or Senior Brother's orders, they must not act rashly."
Upon hearing this, Elder Linghu's expression hardened. He knew that Lin Chuan was not one to speak without reason; there must be a reason for his warning.
Moreover, Lin Chuan's outstanding performance in the border war offended some people and attracted retaliation, which is quite normal.
"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I'll make the arrangements right away." Ancestor Linghu immediately stood up, not bothering to ask for more details about the battle, and hurriedly left the cave to summon the few Core Formation elders who remained in the sect, issuing orders to strengthen the defenses.
For a moment, the atmosphere in Yellow Maple Valley became slightly tense, and the spiritual light of the mountain-protecting array seemed to brighten a bit.
Lin Chuan did not stay on the main peak. He strolled out of Linghu Laozu's cave and came to a cliff with a wide view, where he stood with his hands behind his back.
While seemingly admiring the mountain scenery, his powerful divine sense was actually spreading outwards from Huangfeng Valley like mercury, silently covering an area of nearly four hundred miles in all directions.
The divine sense, far exceeding that of the late-stage Nascent Soul level, played an excellent early warning role at this moment.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in Lin Chuan's calm eyes. They've arrived!
In his divine sense, a faint, sinister light, carrying a chilling demonic aura, was quietly approaching Huangfeng Valley from the southeast.
The flight path of this elusive light was erratic, appearing and disappearing intermittently, clearly indicating the use of sophisticated concealment techniques. Ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would likely find it difficult to detect without careful investigation.
Their target was clear: the gate of Huangfeng Valley!
"Mid-stage Nascent Soul... Yinluo Sect technique aura..." Lin Chuan sneered inwardly, and with a flicker, he disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, he appeared on a barren mountain about a hundred miles outside the gate of Huangfeng Valley, blocking the way directly in front of the faint light of escape.
The streak of light clearly hadn't expected to be intercepted here. It suddenly stopped, the light dissipated, revealing a young man dressed in a black robe who looked to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
This person had a delicate and handsome appearance, but there was an inescapable evil and murderous aura between his brows, and his aura had reached the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
"Lin Chuan?!"
The young man in black robes recognized the person blocking his path, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face showed an expression of disbelief and shock. "You...you knew I would come? How is that possible?!"
He was confident in his superior skills of concealment, and he traveled stealthily, his actions extremely secretive.
Lin Chuan had just returned from the border, how could he have intercepted him so precisely here?
Unless... the other party had already anticipated his arrival and even calculated his route!
"Heh, looks like you're not too stupid after all."
Lin Chuan gave a cold laugh, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over the black-robed youth. "Did the Yinluo Sect send someone like you to your death? Is it that Sect Master Fang himself didn't dare to come, or does he think... you're qualified to avenge his Daoist partner?"
"you!"
Upon hearing this, the black-robed youth's face instantly turned ashen, his eyes blazing with murderous intent and resentment. "So it was you who killed my sect leader's wife! Lin Chuan, everyone says your combat strength is comparable to the late-stage Nascent Soul realm. Today, I'll see for myself just how much you're worth, and whether you truly live up to the hype!"
Before he could finish speaking, the black-robed youth was enveloped in a burst of black energy, which transformed into a thick fog that engulfed his figure.
Immediately afterwards, a series of hissing sounds filled the air as countless fine, jet-black threads, exuding a chilling and corrosive aura, shot out from the black mist like a rain of pear blossoms, covering Lin Chuan from all directions!
These black threads are clearly the product of an extremely malicious magical artifact or supernatural power, specifically designed to break through protective spiritual light and corrupt magical artifacts.
"Such a trivial skill, yet you dare to show off!"
Lin Chuan snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords came out one after another, their swords ringing out clearly and instantly forming the basic formation of the Great Geng Sword Formation in front of him.
Hundreds of incredibly refined golden sword lights split off, crisscrossing and forming an impenetrable sword curtain.
"Hiss hiss hiss—!"
Those vicious black threads collided with the golden sword light as if they had struck a red-hot iron, producing a piercing sound. They were instantly severed and annihilated by the sharp sword energy and the faintly flowing aura of the evil-repelling divine thunder contained within the sword light.
They couldn't get even a fraction of a second closer.
Upon seeing this, the young man in black robes felt a chill run down his spine; the opponent's flying sword was far more sharp than he had anticipated.
He dared not delay, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of pure black demonic energy into the black mist in front of him.
At the same time, he reached into his storage bag at his waist and patted it. The next moment, a strange banner, about a foot long and entirely emerald green, flew out from it.