Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 367 Chaos
The chaotic sounds of the tribal area suddenly ceased.

Many of the Qin clan's cultivators also froze in shock.

Zhang Cheng's aura was no longer concealed, and it slowly rose up. In an instant, the chaotic spiritual energy above the Nangong family surged and blew, and a powerful aura burst forth from the thin old man.

He is a Golden Core cultivator!
"Golden Core... Golden Core True Person!"

"The Nangong family truly has a Golden Core cultivator in their ranks!"

"grandfather……"

Nangong Ling stared at the sky in disbelief, muttering to herself.

Qin Feiyu snapped out of his surprise and his expression darkened slightly.

"The Nangong family has been passed down for a thousand years, and they really do have a Golden Core cultivator in their ranks!"

However, he did not show much fear or panic.

Zhang Cheng unleashed his imposing aura, paying no heed to the Foundation Establishment and Pseudo-Core cultivators of the Qin family.

He was staring intently at the dark clouds in the sky, as if waiting for someone.

If the Qin family had only sent so many Foundation Establishment cultivators, then he wouldn't have needed to take action at all.

Today, we will not use defensive formations, but rather a formation that integrates offense and defense.

If we mobilize the Foundation Establishment cultivators from our clan, along with many cultivators among today's guests, we can withstand the attack.

At the very least, I could have taken action the moment the other party unleashed their treasure and wiped out these core members of the Qin clan one by one. Why wait until now?
However, it is clear that the Qin family not only came prepared, but also had a backup plan to ensure that Nangong could be suppressed as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, the suffocating silence did not last long.

But then they saw the heavy sky, the thick, churning clouds, which seemed to be drawn by something and became even more turbulent.

The clouds began to swirl and converge like a giant vortex.

The clouds above the Nangong family slowly descended, creating a funnel-shaped hole.

The moment this deep cave appeared, a chilling spiritual pressure descended from the center of the vortex.

It was deathly silent and cold, yet incredibly domineering.

Many cultivators felt suffocated and oppressed, and those with weaker cultivation levels collapsed to the ground.

This terrifying aura was rampant and not only targeted Nangong and his group, but even Qin Feiyu and other Qin family cultivators felt short of breath and their spiritual energy flow was sluggish.

At the center of the vortex, in the deepest part of the darkness, a figure slowly stepped out.

The man looked extremely young, no more than twenty years old, and his pale skin had a peculiar glow in the dim light.

He wore a dark red robe, was barefoot, and had a string of white bone bells tied to each ankle.

His face was handsome, but lifeless, and his eyes were downcast.

Upon recognizing the figure, a gasp suddenly rang out from the guests: "A-Yang!?"

The one who uttered that exclamation was none other than Qin Xijun!
She looked at the boy, her eyes filled with disbelief: "You're still alive?!"

Qin Yang lowered his gaze, and upon hearing the shouts, his pupils shifted slightly as he glanced at the source.

"Ah... my dear aunt, it's you."

Qin Yang's gaze swept over the newlyweds again, and he immediately showed a look of sudden realization, and laughed.

"It seems that my sister wants to take this opportunity to kill you as well, Aunt."

Qin Xijun's thoughts were somewhat confused.

The boy in front of her was Qin Ying's biological younger brother, her most beloved nephew.

But he had clearly died more than a decade ago.

The death of Qin Yang was a major factor in why I truly became estranged from my relatives and went my separate ways.

She had always suspected that Qin Yang's death was related to the Qin family's higher-ups.

But now, he stands perfectly unharmed before me, even possessing the imposing aura of a Golden Core cultivator.

What is going on here?

When Qin Feiyu saw Qin Yang appear, his expression was equally complex.

Awe, fear, a vague sense of doubt, and a hint of suspicion.

The many Qin clan cultivators behind him seemed to awaken from a dream, and they all bowed down, saying, "Welcome, Ancestor!"

Qin Yang ignored the kneeling and shouting of the Qin clan members, even finding it extremely noisy.

His icy eyes were fixed on Zhang Cheng, who stood in mid-air, and wouldn't look away for even a moment.

"I'm sorry, we don't have much time left for Mr. Qin today, otherwise I would like to have a long chat with the old gentleman."

"Hmph, I don't see any need for that," Zhang Cheng sneered.

boom--!
Two fierce spiritual pressures collided violently in the sky above the Nangong clan's territory.

Qin Yang stepped into the void, and the bells rang out.

His dark red robe billowed, and surging corpse demonic energy mixed with scarlet blood light soared into the sky, transforming into a gigantic bone claw that blotted out the sun.

Above the Nangong family, a ghostly wail and shriek suddenly appeared, as the bone claws reached for Zhang Cheng, leaving trails of black claw marks in the air.

Zhang Cheng's eyes were serious, and he dared not be negligent.

With a low shout, a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted around his body. This energy was golden and filled with a sharp aura.

With his hands forming hand seals, the waters of the Lingyang River roared and surged upwards, and countless golden spiritual energies condensed around him into nine giant swords that shone with golden light and were surrounded by water vapor.

Song Yan looked up, somewhat surprised.

The nine giant swords were actually vaguely forming a sword formation!

Song Yan was certain that Senior Zhang Cheng was not from any of the ancient sword cultivators, because what supported him was spiritual power rather than sword energy.

However, it is quite normal that he may have some connection with the sword cultivator lineage.

In fact, even many of the sword control techniques in the Taixu Sword Chapter can be imitated by ordinary cultivators using spiritual power to control their swords.

However, it will be greatly diminished in terms of power and spirituality.

Perhaps Senior Zhang Cheng acquired some sword techniques and sword formations when he was cultivating in the Central Region.

Nine thick sword lights circled and hovered around Zhang Cheng in the air, and Zhang Cheng's sword finger fell down.

"Zhenyue."

Nine sword lights simultaneously slashed towards the giant bone claw.

boom--!
A deafening roar echoed across the Lingyang River, and golden light, water mist, blood-red hues, demonic flames, and chaotic, violent spiritual energy spread across the sky.

The terrifying impact swept in all directions like a tidal wave.

The water curtain and light shield of the Jianghe Daling Formation fluctuated violently, showing signs of being overwhelmed.

Upon seeing this, Qin Feiyu, who was outside the formation, quickly led many Qin family cultivators and the reinforcements he had invited to descend, getting much closer to the wave curtain of the formation.

The battle of the Golden Core cultivators was earth-shattering from the very first exchange.

The two figures transformed into two streaks of light, swiftly weaving between the dark clouds and the shattered array of light and shadow. Each exchange of blows unleashed a terrifying power capable of causing mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

The intervention of the two Golden Core cultivators completely separated the battlefield from the others.

Seeing the two Golden Core cultivators locked in fierce combat, Qin Feiyu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he roared sharply.

"The Golden Core cultivators of the Nangong family are no match for us! Break the formation with all your might! Leave no Nangong cultivator alive!"

After saying this, he took out three flying blades from his Qiankun bag and blasted them towards the great formation.

At the same time, dozens of Qin Clan Foundation Establishment cultivators behind him, as well as the reinforcements they had invited, also unleashed their magical artifacts and spells, frantically bombarding various parts of the great formation. The light of various magical artifacts and spells poured down like a torrential rain.

However, even though the Nangong family head, Nangong Ming, did not issue any further orders, all the cultivators of the Nangong family, whether elders or disciples, had their eyes red with rage.

Now is truly a moment of life and death. They know that if the great formation is broken, the Nangong family will likely face annihilation in the face of the aggressive Qin family.

Even many guests who were originally uninvolved joined the ranks of those providing support after seeing Qin's ruthless and ruthless approach.

Although it is difficult for outsiders to provide support for the great formation, they can assist the disciples of the Nangong family in healing their injuries.

Spiritual energy poured into the array plates and beads without regard to cost, repairing cracks and reinforcing the array at various points.

Many disciples with weaker cultivation levels bled from their mouths and noses, staining their clothes red, yet they still stubbornly held onto the array base. For a moment, shouts of battle, the roar of spells, and the sound of shields shattering mingled together.

Amidst the chaos, few noticed the three figures weaving through the crowd.

These three were also reinforcements invited by the Qin family, and their strength was extraordinary; they were all cultivators at the Pseudo-Core Formation stage.

However, none of the three showed their true faces; they all changed their appearances and concealed their presence.

Two of them were Xu Heng, the second elder of the Xu family, a family of cultivators in Jiangxian Pass, and Chen Cheng, the head of the Chen family.

The last person was of medium build and had an ordinary face, easily blending into the crowd, but his identity was the most special.

He was Shen Yu, the former Foreign Affairs Elder of the Xuan Yuan Sect.

After his hopes of forming a core were dashed and he condensed a false core, he experienced a long period of depression.

However, it was all a matter of timing and fate; the Golden Core Path was not something an ordinary cultivator like myself could attain.

Just think, with the status of a pseudo-core realm elder of the Xuan Yuan Sect, it's enough for me to live a glorious life for another hundred years or so.

However, this does not mean that Shen Yu has become without desires; on the contrary, he has become increasingly greedy.

When one's cultivation level becomes a dead end, all that's left for him to do is to extend his lifespan at all costs.

And that's why he agreed to Qin's request.

It has to be said that the girl from the Qin family was really good at finding the right solution, actually promising herself a Qingming Pill.

This Azure Nether Pill is extremely special. It cannot enhance cultivation or replenish spiritual energy, but it can increase the lifespan of cultivators below the Golden Core realm by ten years.

It is one of the few longevity pills in the cultivation world that has almost no side effects.

Although it could only be taken once, it was of course extremely precious to Shen Yu, and he accepted the job without hesitation.

His target was Nangong Jin, the cultivator from the Nangong family who controlled the formation.

Shen Yu moved with extreme stealth and caution, silently wandering along the array's core to a position less than ten feet away from where Nangong Jin was located.

Instead of immediately taking action, he pretended to help several Nangong clansmen around him recover from their injuries.

At the same time, his gaze swept around.

Search for anyone in this battlefield who could pose a threat to you.

The Nangong family's fake pills were too busy to care about themselves.

Qin Xijun is assisting Nangong Ming.

"Song Yan..."

Mentioning Song Yan's name ignited a nameless anger in Shen Yu.

This name has almost become his inner demon, and can even be traced back to more than a decade ago, to the incident at Jiran Valley.

Ever since I suffered a setback because of the Silent Valley incident, I've always felt like I'm plagued by bad luck, and nothing has gone right since.

He naturally attributed all of this to Song Yan.

"Hmph, once the Nangong family's formation is broken, you won't be able to escape either."

Shen Yu searched through the crowd but couldn't find him or know where he had gone.

It doesn't matter. As long as I take action now, the Nangong family will be caught off guard and unable to maintain the formation.

The three of them looked at each other from a great distance and then nodded slightly.

"Om-!"

Xu Heng took the initiative, suspending a black folding fan magic weapon in front of him, infusing it with spiritual power, and sharp spikes slowly grew on the fan ribs.

Spiritual energy burned on the spikes, and the folding fan began to spin rapidly, heading straight for the patriarch, Nangong Ming.

"careful!"

Qin Xijun and Nangong Ming were practicing their internal energy to regulate their breathing when, in their shock, a black and red halberd was thrown out of nowhere.

clang--

The folding fan continued to spin, but it followed the handle of the halberd, making several quick circles before finally flying back into Xu Heng's hand.

"Who are you?"

Li Yi grabbed the halberd, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and stared intently.

He hasn't even fought a cultivator at the Pseudo-Core Realm yet...

"What's it to you!?"

Almost the instant Xu Heng unleashed his folding fan, Chen Cheng summoned a light blue flying sword and slashed at the Nangong cultivators who were maintaining the formation.

Although he did not know the location of the array's core, he only needed to severely injure many Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the array would naturally be unable to continue.

"you……"

The cultivators of the Nangong family were besieged on all sides, but fortunately, they had a pseudo-core realm elder who was able to hold them off for a while.

However, now, there is truly no defense left around Nangong Jin.

"Now, it's my turn."

A fierce glint flashed in Shen Yu's eyes, and the spiritual power of the pseudo-core realm within his body surged wildly. A dark blue cone-shaped magic weapon in his sleeve slowly began to glow with a dark blue light.

This Xuan Yin Rebellious Bone is a mid-grade spiritual artifact. If Nangong Jin were caught off guard, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"Die!"

The azure bone cone suddenly erupted with a bone-chilling cold, and he waved his sleeve.

The bone spur transformed into a streak of light, piercing through Nangong Jin's body almost instantly.

"hehe."

A sinister and triumphant smile had already appeared on Shen Yu's face.

The most important person in charge of the formation is dead, the formation will soon collapse, and Nangong will be destroyed.

Perhaps, Song Yan will also die here.

Clear-mindedness, clear-mindedness!
However, the strange thing is...

Shen Yu raised his head and looked up. He found that after waiting for several breaths, the great formation showed no signs of weakening or dissipating and remained unchanged.

"Ok?"

Something's not quite right.

how……

It's so quiet.

Isn't the surrounding area very messy and noisy?
When did it start to become quiet? Why don't I feel anything about it?

Shen Yu frowned and turned to look.

But on Nangong Jin's corpse, a jet-black crow was perched.

The crow's eyes gleamed with a golden glint.

"Gah——!"

"!"

In an instant, Shen Yu felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end, and immediately turned around and looked back.

But then he saw Song Yan's familiar face standing behind him, staring at him coldly.

He slightly raised his left hand, his black gold sword robe billowing, and a wisp of cyan sword light gathered at his fingertips.

At this moment, in Shen Yu's eyes, everything around him was rapidly collapsing, dissipating like a dream bubble bursting.

"you……"

Shen Yu was horrified, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Stop rushing."

Song Yan had no intention of reminiscing with Elder Shen; the Six Void Heavenly Sword Finger was about to be unleashed.

(End of this chapter)