txolops Chapter 30 Severing His Eyes and Ears
Chapter 30 Severing His Eyes and Ears
After Zhao Wuji and the steward transformed into two streaks of light and disappeared into the distance, the suffocating feeling that had been pressing down on the valley on the Sky-Hunting Flying Boat eased a little, but only a little.
The flying boat still hovered above the cliff, its massive hull casting a large shadow. Below its belly, spiritual patterns flickered, and the aftershocks hummed.
Huang Chen stood behind a rock at the edge of the Firewood Shelter, his eyes slightly narrowed.
The aura above my head has faded away.
Zhao Wuji is really gone.
Huang Chen cursed inwardly, "You old bastard, you really couldn't resist."
The situation was even better than expected. With the strongest cultivator at the Refinement of Void and Integration of Dao realm leaving, the flying boat felt as if its spine had been removed.
To try and crash into the entire airship? That's suicide.
Even without Zhao Wuji, a sect as important as Xuantian Sect could not be destroyed head-on by just one or two array plates or a few talismans. Not to mention that there were still people and arrays left on the ship.
To strike, you must strike its "eyes" and "rudder"—first disable its reconnaissance capabilities, then cut off its maneuverability.
Huang Chen slowly exhaled, his knuckles tightening little by little, then slowly relaxing.
As long as the airship remains intact, or largely rendered useless, the Firewood Shelter will always be hanging by a thread.
Zhao Wuji is currently being led away by the strange phenomenon, but if anything changes at the Valley of Death, that old man could return at any time.
By then, it will be too late to take action.
Huang Chen looked down and glanced at his belongings. He had the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, and he could still use the Breath Concealing Technique.
His mind raced, and he went through all the available methods one by one.
If a frontal assault doesn't work, we'll sneak in and blow it up from the inside.
Once the thought was made up, Huang Chen didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and left without disturbing anyone in the shelter.
The mountain path was damp and cold, and the loose stones were painful to the touch.
The wind from the direction of the cliff whipped sand against his face like a fine whip. Huang Chen walked swiftly along the mountain wall, first dissipating the force when his feet landed, and then using the cracks in the rocks to turn his momentum.
More than 20 miles from the shelter, the wind suddenly intensified at the top of the cliff.
call--
The mountain wind howled like a ghost as it cut through the narrow crevice between the cliffs.
An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator standing here would probably find it difficult to even maintain his balance, let alone conceal his aura or get close to the flying boat.
Huang Chen stopped behind a protruding black rock and took out the Wind-Fixing Pearl.
The bead felt cool to the touch, with a faint blue sheen on its surface. As I closed my fingers, I channeled my inner energy into it.
The next moment, the raging winds within a radius of several dozen feet seemed to be suddenly brought down by an invisible hand. They were still blowing, but no longer out of control. The sharpest and most chaotic wind lines were gradually straightened out, and the originally violent airflow at the cliff top instantly subsided.
After Huang Chen finished doing all this, he then activated the Concealing Breath Technique.
With his qi and blood gathering and his spiritual pressure subsiding, he lowered his body and, taking advantage of the darkness and the shadows of the cliff, slowly made his way to the bottom of the precipice where the flying boat was moored.
The closer you get, the more you can feel the oppressive presence of this spaceship.
The ship was over a hundred feet long, its entire body as black as ink, covered with layers of dark gold decks. Dark red patterns flowed slowly along the edges of the decks, and several thick spiritual energy masts stood above, occasionally bursting with sparks like electric arcs. Several chains hung below the ship's hull, with small magical artifacts resembling soul-suppressing bells hanging from them, making a very faint tinkling sound when the wind blew.
The sound drilled straight into his sea of consciousness. This flying boat was not only a weapon of destruction, but also a collection of magical artifacts for suppressing souls.
Huang Chen lay on the cliff face and looked up. He saw several figures patrolling back and forth on the deck.
Leading the group was a deacon from the Xuantian Sect. The deacon had a gloomy face and stood at the bow of the ship, holding a communication jade talisman in his hand. He then bowed his head and ordered his disciples to reinforce the sealing formation.
The steward's voice was low but laced with anger, "With the elders absent, if anyone makes a mistake, forget about sect rules, I'll skin them alive first!"
One disciple couldn't help but ask, "Steward, where did the elder go?"
Deacon A slapped the disciple across the face, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth. "The elders will make their own decisions. If you dare to say another word, you'll be thrown down to feed the demons!"
The disciple covered his face and dared not utter another sound.
Watching from afar, Huang Chen felt even calmer.
There aren't many people left behind, but they're not letting their guard down.
Especially that steward, who is at least at the Nascent Soul stage, not some insignificant nobody who can be easily killed. If the other party really notices, his sneak attack will most likely turn into a fight to the death.
Huang Chen slowly shifted his gaze to the bottom of the boat. The bottom of the boat was not very high from the cliff face, about ten feet, with a gap filled with night and shadows in the middle.
It was the darkest spot, and also the best place to sneak over. He gripped the cracks in the rocks with his palms, using his knees and forearms to absorb the weight in turn, his movements so slow they were almost frozen. Occasionally, a small stone would fall off, and he would use his spiritual power to gently lift it beforehand, letting it roll away with the wind without making a sound.
A moment later, they finally reached the bottom of the airship, with the dark, heavy hull above them.
Only when he got closer could Huang Chen see that it was covered with densely packed runes. Unlike the upright and open runes of righteous magical artifacts, these runes were gloomy and twisted, with lines intertwined like countless thin hands clinging to the metal surface.
After taking a few glances, this thing... looks familiar.
Huang Chen raised his hand and compared the patterns in the air. A memory flashed through his mind: the black-clad cultivator's demon-subduing golden bowl also had similar soul-binding engravings on its bottom. However, the patterns on the golden bowl were purer and more Buddhist in nature, while the patterns on the outer layer of this flying boat had more of a blood-refining and soul-controlling feel to them, clearly modified by the Xuan Tian Sect.
"Soul-binding patterns".
Huang Chen's heart sank. No wonder the shockwave from the Sky-Gazing Mirror not only impacted the formation but also tore at the souls of those within it.
This flying boat was designed from the inside out to slaughter people and steal souls. Suppressing the murderous intent surging in his chest, Huang Chen reached out and gently touched the hull of the boat.
There is also a slight suction force, as if it is trying to draw out the blood and qi from his body along his fingers.
Huang Chen immediately stopped; he couldn't just smash it head-on. He needed to find a suitable point first.
No matter how complex the outer array patterns of a large ritual artifact are, there must always be a point of convergence and transfer.
Especially for heavy weapons like flying boats, which have multiple functions such as exploration, suppression, flight, and attack, the internal spiritual pathways are more complex than those of ordinary magical treasures. The more complex they are, the more they need to be controlled by different zones.
Following the intersection of the Soul-Binding Pattern, the Wind-Controlling Pattern, and the Spirit-Gathering Pattern, we deduced inwards, inch by inch.
His divine sense pierced the cracks in the patterns like fine needles, risking being shattered by a backlash at any moment. Cold sweat quickly beaded on Huang Chen's forehead, and his face paled.
But he didn't stop, still staring intently at the dark, flickering light flowing beneath the ship's hull.
A moment later, about three zhang to the lower left, there was an oval-shaped, thickened armor plate, surrounded by layers of array patterns, but inside there was a slightly abrupt mirror-like ripple path.
That was not the main treasure mirror itself, but it shared the same spiritual source as the Heaven-Gazing Treasure Mirror, clearly being an external connection point of the secondary treasure mirror array.
Destroying this place will render the airship's long-range reconnaissance capabilities at least half useless.
Two zhang further ahead, near the stern of the ship, four thick spiritual runes converged inwards simultaneously. The edges of the runes still retained a burning fire-attribute spiritual aura, and a low rumbling sound could be faintly heard coming from inside.
Spirit Stone Propulsion Furnace.
We've found the right spot. Once this place is blown up, even if the airship doesn't crash on the spot, it will be paralyzed.
However, the joy only lasted for a moment, because the next moment, footsteps suddenly came from above.
thump.
thump.
It sounded like someone was patrolling the edge of the deck, their boots pounding on the deck, causing the ship's hull to tremble slightly. Then, a disciple's voice drifted down from above.
"Steward, are you sure you don't want to go down and check? I have a feeling something's not right down there."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" the deacon said coldly. "The flying boat has a soul-binding outer armor. Let alone a human, even a group of Core Formation demonic beasts would have their souls shattered if they pounced on it. The restrictions left by the elders are still in place. Who could get here silently?"
"Yes, I was overthinking it."
"Go, replace the spirit stones in the stern propulsion furnace with another round, and reduce the secondary array's spiritual pressure by 20% to maintain the seal. Don't waste spirit stones."
"Yes, ma'am."
Huang Chen heard it clearly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
They even provided the exact time for replacing the spirit stones; it was even more convenient than I expected.
Once the reactor lid is opened, the outer protective layer will inevitably experience a brief fluctuation. Taking action at that point is much easier than forcibly dismantling the deck.
Huang Chen pressed his body against the cliff face and remained completely still.
Not long after, a dark red halo appeared on a certain spot on the belly of the stern, and slowly separated as if a lock were turning.
Two Xuantian Sect disciples descended the side ladder to the semi-suspended platform and worked together to pull open a heavy metal cover.
A muffled thud.
A stream of intense heat surged out from the crevice.
Huang Chen felt his face burning even from several feet away.
The two disciples cursed and swore as they carried new spirit stone boxes into the furnace while protecting themselves with their spiritual power.
"Damn it, the elder is too ruthless. This round probably burned tens of thousands of spirit stones."
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"Say less and hurry up and change it. Once the elder retrieves the spiritual treasure, we'll have done a good job."
"Is it our turn to get a share?"
"There must be some soup left over."
As the two were talking, they were completely unaware that there was another person in the shadows below.
The two disciples were still moving spirit stones, their backs to him.
Inside the furnace chamber, twelve spirit stone slots were neatly arranged, and the spirit stones inside were gleaming with a bright white light.
The spiritual energy was continuously compressed, extracted, and sent into the propulsion pipes by the array, emitting a low rumble. The furnace walls were engraved with densely packed guiding runes; any break in any of them would cause an imbalance in the internal spiritual pressure.
Huang Chen clenched his right hand, causing his internal energy to surge into his palm. The physical power brought by his intermediate-level Witch Clan Battle Body exploded at this moment, and he sprang out of the shadows.
The two disciples had barely sensed the wind behind them when their necks were grabbed from the left and right.
Click!
Before the two bodies could even scream, they went limp.
Huang Chen stuffed the corpses into the back of the furnace, then casually tore off the two men's storage bags and added a wisp of hidden energy between their eyebrows.
On the deck above, someone seemed to hear a very faint noise.
"Who's dawdling down there?" the butler's voice came, already tinged with impatience.
Huang Chen looked up at the half-open furnace lid and beckoned with his finger.
First, ignite the propulsion furnace, then activate the secondary array.
The spiritual energy, like a needle, silently pierced the guiding talisman thread, which resembled a fuse.
Huang Chen's eyes turned cold, and his five fingers slightly bent, the power of the Seven Styles of Witch Killing suddenly twisted into that wisp of spiritual energy.
hum-
The twelve spirit stone slots inside the furnace chamber, which had been operating smoothly, suddenly trembled, the flow of spiritual energy became chaotic, and several guiding talisman lines burst out with dazzling red light, causing the spiritual pressure, which had been compressed to the extreme, to become unbalanced in an instant.
"Make a mess of it."
Huang Chen let out a low shout, took three steps back, and his figure was already back in the shadow. He raised his hand and flicked his finger at the junction of the Treasure Mirror Sub-Array.
The second wisp of spiritual energy pierced through like a needle.
next moment.
A deafening explosion erupted from deep within the ship's hull, causing the entire Sky-Hunting Flying Boat to tremble violently.
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