When Luo Yingbai was coming over earlier, he recognized Qiao Guanglan’s weapon and brought it over, leaving his own blade there.
Qiao Guanglan then felt relieved: “That’s good.”
Luo Yingbai deliberately said: “Didn’t expect you to care about me so much. Coming all the way to Changliu Sect must have been hard, don’t worry, I haven’t seen the legendary fierce ghost yet.”
Qiao Guanglan chuckled: “You’re overthinking. I’m more worried about seeing your ghost, how is it?”
Luo Yingbai said: “I was just thinking about whether to show mercy a little, for your sake.”
Qiao Guanglan paused, his smile slightly fading: “Luo Xiaobai, you don’t really think the attackers were from Miyuan Sect, do you?”
The enemies who had invaded the mountain were likely acting under the banner of Miyuan Sect – something Luo Yingbai had already discussed with Lin Xing, but he only had suspicions without proof. Hearing Qiao Guanglan seem to imply something similar, Luo Yingbai asked: “Why do you say that?”
Qiao Guanglan said: “Do you know what these are on the ground?”
Luo Yingbai said: “At first glance, they look like mao tigers, but the fur patterns are slightly different. And while mao tigers look scary, their nature should be as docile as mine. When they attacked earlier, they seemed to be controlled.”
Qiao Guanglan: “…”
He took a deep breath: “Forget it, I’m eating vegetarian recently.”
Luo Yingbai chuckled, then became serious: “Alright, let’s talk business.”
Feng Yuanzhong, the master of the Mysterious Profound Sect, had not appeared. The negotiations were being handled by his martial uncle, Ji Miao. He was stunned and said, “This… this won’t do. What you want, I cannot provide.”
Lin Xing replied, “I’ve never seen anything we can’t provide. Master Feng, please just speak.”
Ji Miao: “…”
At this point, other members of the Changliu Sect realized something was wrong. Someone suspiciously asked, “Master Ji Miao, what do you mean? You’re the one who should compensate. We said we’d compensate, but you’re hesitating. Are you plotting something?”
Ji Miao rolled his eyes, unable to come up with a good response: “This…”
Lin Xing seized the opportunity and shouted, “We can’t be blamed for being impolite now. Attack!”
“The Buddhist-Taoist conflict within the Feng Shui sects had been severe earlier, but in recent years, the tensions had weakened. Both sides had signed a non-conflict pact, gradually maintaining a delicate balance.
The Changliu Sect’s status far exceeded that of the Mysterious Profound Sect. The reason they had hesitated to act was the lack of sufficient justification to break this balance. Now, having done their due diligence, they could not be blamed.
As soon as Lin Xing spoke, the Changliu disciples, who had been holding back, immediately took up their weapons and began fighting.
Ji Miao shouted, “Mu Guang, Shui Pan, Huo Guan, Tu Shi! You four, capture him first!”
Hearing these names, Lin Xing thought they didn’t sound like normal names. He watched as four tall, identical thin figures emerged, each carrying different weapons, surrounding him.
Lin Xing inwardly cursed and took out his magical whip to meet them. These individuals were focused solely on him, with extraordinary strength. Fortunately, two of his martial brothers came to help, and Lin Xing managed to hold his ground.
However, when Shui Pan was about to strike Lin Xing, he suddenly stumbled and couldn’t block the attack.
Lin Xing’s heart went cold as he watched the palm descending towards his head.
At that moment, a whoosh of wind, and an object like a falling meteor flew horizontally, striking directly at Shui Pan’s hand!
Shui Pan casually caught a simple-looking scabbard.
He prepared to discard it.
But suddenly, Shui Pan felt a powerful force counterattacking from the scabbard. The cold smile on his face transformed into shock as he was struck in the chest, dropping the scabbard with a clear ring.
Shui Pan was forced back several steps, blood flowing from his mouth.
Looking up, he discovered a handsome young man had silently appeared before Lin Xing. Holding an unsheathed curved knife, it was Luo Yingbai, who had just parted ways with Qiao Guanglan.
At this moment, Mu Guang, Huo Guan, and Tu Shi were attacking Lin Xing. Luo Yingbai pushed Lin Xing aside, and their attacks now targeted him.
Mu Guang’s long knife swept down, Huo Guan’s long sword attacked from behind, and Tu Shi wielded a whip.
Lin Xing cried out, “Senior brother!”
Luo Yingbai remained calm, moving like flowing clouds. He raised one hand, blocking Mu Guang’s knife and simultaneously kicking back to strike Huo Guan’s wrist. Huo Guan’s wrist bone cracked, and the sword tip fell to the ground.
Luo Yingbai smiled as Tu Shi, who was about to trip him with a whip, suddenly screamed—the fallen sword had pierced his hand.
Luo Yingbai stepped on the sword, pinning Tu Shi’s hand to the ground, then swept his knife at Mu Guang’s waist and flicked a finger at Huo Guan’s forehead.
With precise and swift moves, he broke the encirclement.
Without stopping, he suddenly retreated, his body and shadow shifting, and placed his knife at Ji Miao’s neck without looking back.
His action stunned everyone, and after a moment, the Changliu Sect members excitedly shouted, “It’s Senior Brother Luo!”
Luo Yingbai laughed, “That’s right, aren’t you going to cheer?”
The Changliu Sect applauded: “Ouuuuuuuu!!!!”
Luo Yingbai: “Hahaha!”
Ji Miao: “…”
Lou Yingbai swung his knife with a flick, and the white light that struck his blade suddenly exploded mid-air. A loud roar came from the crowd: “Time’s up, form the Luohan Formation!”
Ji Miao was released by Lou Yingbai and, seeing this scene, momentarily forgot to escape, roaring angrily: “You actually don’t care about my life or death!”
Luo Yingbai knew that the person calling out to form the formation was definitely the true mastermind, but among the crowd, he couldn’t tell where the voice had come from.
However, nothing happened.
The person giving the order was also surprised. Another firework shot into the sky, and a shout rang out: “Time’s up, form the formation!”
This time, Lou Yingbai noticed that the voice was not from a single person, but ethereal and shifting, making it impossible to pinpoint the location.
He was about to intercept the firework when a qi force swept from the distance, instantly extinguishing the firework that had just exploded in the air.
A voice spoke leisurely: “Wilderness land, beyond the realm, phoenix dancing and phoenix singing, hundred beasts dwelling together, exotic flowers in full bloom, this is the Meng-destroying Hill.”
Lou Yingbai felt relieved hearing this voice. When he turned, he saw that when “Meng-destroying Hill” was mentioned, Dao Master Ji Miao’s expression clearly changed.
“Who is it? Why hasn’t the formation been activated?”
The answer soon came. A row of weapons shaped like Buddhist staffs flew through the air, forming a ring and pinning a man in yellow clothes in the middle.
The speaker appeared before their eyes.
He said coldly: “Your true identity is that of Chiqiong tribe members.”
Lou Yingbai exclaimed happily: “Xia Xianning!”
The person who arrived was indeed Xia Xianning, with a cold demeanor and rigid temperament, casually revealing another crucial piece of information. The yellow-clothed man trapped by the Buddhist staffs stared at Xia Xianning, throat constricted, momentarily forgetting what to say.
After a moment, he scanned his surroundings and suddenly reacted, exclaiming: “Where have you taken our tribe members!”
Lou Yingbai recalled Xia Xianning’s previous words: “It seems Xianning is right. You are indeed the Chiqiong tribe, hiding under the banner of Miyuan Sect, coming to cause trouble at my Changliu Sect. What are you thinking?
