I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 388 Embarrassing! (Seeking monthly votes)
When the Shadowless Sword Master led his men to attack Cloud Mist Peak, Liu Fufeng had already informed the sect and left to travel.

Anyway, he vented his anger, and no one saw that he did it.

With no one to testify since he's dead, what can we do about it?
Judging from the looks of it, Yunmiao Peak won't be quiet anytime soon, so he'll go fishing somewhere else.

If you can't find freedom here, you can find freedom elsewhere.

Filled with rage, the Sword Lord of Shadowless Sword led a large group of cultivators, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds and heading straight for the summit of Cloud Mist Peak.

He originally intended to use overwhelming force to confront Liuyun Pavilion and redeem the reputation of Huiyi Sword Pavilion, which had been severely damaged. He had already rehearsed countless scenarios of questioning and pressuring them.

However, when the sword light reached the sky above Cloud Peak and looked down at the scene below, the Shadowless Sword Master was stunned.

The meadow atop Yunmiao Peak, usually deserted, was now teeming with disciples dressed in the attire of Guiyi Sword Pavilion.

They formed a long, crooked line, craning their necks to look at the fog-shrouded area in front of them. Even if there were places where people lined up to receive spirit stones, it wouldn't be this crowded!

Damn!

A disciple, who had just been blasted out of the fog formation, landed awkwardly on the grass, his clothes torn. He grumbled as he got up, "You just wait! When it's my turn again, I'll definitely kill you!"

After shouting, the person surprisingly ran to the back of the line and started queuing up again.

They were very orderly and polite.

The disciple at the front of the line eagerly handed over a spirit stone, his face beaming with the joy of finding a treasure, his eyes shining, before plunging headfirst into the thin mist.

"Hurry up and get out of there! Stop dawdling!"

"Don't push, don't push, you won't be able to get in even if you try."

"Please, all of you, hurry up and lose! I really can't wait any longer. I won't feel good unless I get nerfed a couple of times today!"

"This... this is outrageous!"

The Sword Master Jueying felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

He brought his men to confront them, only to find his own disciples lining up to pay for a beating, looking quite pleased with themselves.
A sense of shame even stronger than when the hilltop had been cut down instantly overwhelmed him.

With so many other Sword Pavilion people around, is it too late for him to leave now, pretend he doesn't know these idiots, and pretend nothing happened?

"Junior Brother Jueying, what is Guiyi Sword Pavilion doing?"

A Nascent Soul Sword Master with a long beard stroked his beard and asked curiously.

The Sword Master of Shadowless Swordsman's face stiffened; he didn't know how to answer.

The Golden Core disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion who followed later learned the reason and began to discuss it in hushed tones, which was overheard by the group of Nascent Soul Sword Lords.

A female sword cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage laughed upon hearing this, "So this is a queue to challenge Jiang Heying, the newest member of the Flowing Cloud Pavilion. Where is Jiang Heying? Is he in the formation?"

Everyone's eyes swept past the noisy crowd, scanning their surroundings, looking for someone to ask.

On the shore of the emerald lake, amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, a female cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core realm, dressed in a light blue dress, was fast asleep, oblivious to the fact that the entire mountaintop was about to be overturned.

"Could this be Jiang Heying?"

Everyone looked at the Shadowless Sword Master, but he looked away.

That's it!

"This..." The Nascent Soul Sword Masters were even more bewildered. "If Jiang Heying is sleeping, who are you Guiyi Sword Pavilion people challenging? And why are you all being beaten out one by one, and then lining up to pay spirit stones to go back in and get beaten again?"

Driven by intense curiosity, the Shadowless Sword Master and the other Nascent Soul Sword Masters extended their powerful divine senses toward the area shrouded in the mysterious mist, attempting to find out what was going on.

However, that seemingly thin layer of mist contained profound array principles, which firmly blocked the powerful divine senses of many Nascent Soul cultivators from penetrating even a fraction, let alone allowing them to see the scene inside the array.

"what?!"

"What a powerful formation!"

"It can actually shield us from our divine senses?"

Exclamations of amazement rang out among the Nascent Soul Sword Masters. The fact that this formation could block the divine senses of a group of Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators without triggering a fierce counterattack demonstrated its profound mastery, far surpassing the level of ordinary Golden Core disciples.

The initial amusement and confusion in their eyes were immediately replaced by an even stronger curiosity.

"Who is Jiang Heying of Liuyun Pavilion? How could he possibly set up such an exquisite array?"

It's not that these Nascent Soul Sword Lords can't break this formation; if they were to actually use it, they would destroy the formation.

"Tsk, who cares, let's just cut it open and see."

One impatient Nascent Soul Sword Master actually wanted to unleash a sword aura to forcefully break through the clouds and see what kind of being was inside.

"Wait a minute, do it!"

The Shadowless Sword Master finally regained his senses and a shred of dignity, and quickly spoke up to stop him.

"It's just playful banter among the younger generation. It's going too far for us elders to interfere."

At this moment, Jueying Sword Lord's feelings were really complicated. On one hand, he admired his own sect leader, Songtao Sword Venerable's, eye for talent, but on the other hand, he did not expect things to develop like this.

Jueying could roughly understand Songtao Sword Master's thoughts. He thought Jiang Heying was a promising talent, just a bit lazy, so he wanted the disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion to put some pressure on her. But who could have imagined...

This seedling is stronger than Sword Master Songtao expected!

"Ahem~ If you all want to know the inside story, let me ask you first."

The Sword Master Jueying cleared his throat and gave a sharp shout in the direction where Jiang Yi was sleeping.

"Jiang Heying!"

Jueying's shout made the Guiyi Sword Pavilion disciples queuing below tremble and look up in unison, only to find that a large number of people had come up above them.

Several thin-skinned sword cultivators immediately covered their faces and covered their heads, realizing that they were embarrassing themselves, which made the Sword Lord of Shadowless look even uglier.

Jiang Yi was fast asleep when she suddenly heard someone call her name. She opened her eyes abruptly, her vision blurry...

Then, she almost cursed in public.

Above them, there were more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators and countless Golden Core cultivators, some floating in the air and others riding swords, layer upon layer of people.

The sunlight was completely blocked by their broad figures. Looking up from Jiang Yi's perspective, the faces of those Nascent Soul sword cultivators were hidden in the shadows, a blurry blackness.

Only those pairs of eyes shone brightly, all focused on her.

Jiang Yi's mind went blank.

Are the nine major sword pavilions besieging Liuyun Pavilion?

Or perhaps she went too far with her insults, and someone was killed by them? Did her fellow disciples and elders come after her to pay with their lives?
Jiang Yi quickly stood up from the ground and first put away Hua Gu and Zhenshan Duanjin.

Although her mind was in turmoil, she showed no emotion on her face, maintaining an unflappable expression even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

"Jiang Heying of Liuyun Pavilion greets all senior uncles."

It's always good to pay your respects first.

The Sword Master nodded in acknowledgment, raised his hand and pointed to the large array, getting straight to the point.

"Could you explain what secrets this formation holds, and why all the disciples of Guiyi Sword Pavilion must... must pay spirit stones to enter the formation?"

Jiang Yi knew from this scene that she couldn't fool them today.

Good, let's get Zhaoming and Yaoling straight to the point so they can openly fight for her in the future.

"My fellow martial uncles, actually, what was in that formation... were just my two natal swords."

As he spoke, Jiang Yi waved his sleeve, and the clouds and mist in the mountains immediately dispersed.

　See you tomorrow! I'll update more tomorrow, but I'm busy today (﹏).
　　
　
(End of this chapter)