Chapter 184: The Ghosts Parade
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Chapter 184: The Ghosts' Parade
At sea, beyond the Isle of Xiao, the huge commotion resulted in tsunami-like waves that sent a piece of raft in the ocean flying high into the air before it crashed back down with a tremendous splash.
"Be careful, Boss!" one cultivator on the raft exclaimed.
"I'm fine. Damn it, that was a large wave." Ye Dafu's voice could be heard from the other side of the raft.
Two figures were hidden beneath the driftwood.
"Boss, just like the young master said, the Isle of Xiao has been shrouded by fog! Is it a formation?" Ye Dafu's lackey asked.
"I thought it was ordinary fog, but it's clear from the commotion that there's a huge problem. What are all of you waiting for? Fire the signal flare!" Ye Dafu commanded.
His lackeys hurriedly lit a flare and shot it into the air. It exploded in the air in a series of fireworks, particularly bright against the night sky.
That signal flare was just the start. All around the ocean, more and more flares rose into the air. Xiao Nanfeng had been prepared for the raid, and had had Ye Dafu and the others hide out in the ocean to signal the Taiqing Island immediately if something were to go wrong.
On a mountain peak by the Taiqing Immortal Sect, Zhao Tianheng continued to spy on the Isle of Xiao. The lack of visibility at night meant that the chance of discovery was low, and the fog that surrounded it made it impossible to discern what was happening on the island.
"Division Leader, if the Isle of Xiao does manage to get a signal flare out, should we respond?" one elder asked in worry.
"Don't worry. They won't be able to shoot out a flare," Zhao Tianheng replied confidently.
"Oh?"
"The area within five kilometers of the island will be shrouded by the formation, and nothing within will be able to pass without. I'll call myself Xiao Tianheng if he can get a signal out," Zhao Tianheng continued.
Just then, a flare rose into the air around the outskirts of the Isle of Xiao.
"Quick, look! There's a distress signal out at sea. It's the highest-grade distress signal from the sect!" This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"There are so many more! Look over there. The Isle of Xiao is there!"
"Has something happened to the Isle of Xiao? We have to inform the elders immediately!"
The night guardsmen around the island let out startled cries.
When an elder of Taiqing Island noticed the signal flare, she immediately shot toward it. A second, third, and even more elders rapidly followed.
Atop the mountain, Zhao Tianheng sputtered, "The Pestilence Sage is useless! How could they have managed to send out a distress signal out of the formation?!"
Flags had been placed down in the ocean surrounding the Isle of Xiao, serving as markers for the formation of fog. The central marker was on a large ship at sea.
The ship was filled with demonic disciples who were manipulating a circular platform wreathed in fog. It gave off rays of black light that connected to the formations at sea.
Tang and the Pestilence Sage stood at the bow of the ship, able to clearly see what was going on on the island.
"Xiao Nanfeng's more decisive than I thought. He gave up on the draconic vein of the Isle of Xiao for a decisive blow," the Pestilence Sage remarked.
"Sage, the serpent king is dead. We have to flee now, too!" Tang urged.
The black smoke that accompanied the fog sent everyone flying. The disciples shrieked and shouted.
Xiao Nanfeng suddenly broke them all off. "Everyone, gather around me! This is an illusion."
When the disciples got to their feet, they looked at their surroundings in shock. Their weapons had vanished, and their environment was wholly different from before. Dense, concentrated fog surrounded the disciples, giving off a sinister feeling.
"There are thousands of us here! How could we all have entered an illusion together?"
"It must have been because of the formation. What sort of illusion is this?"
"Look! What's that?"
Everyone turned to see a fifteen-meter-tall malevolent specter not too far away from them. It had a horn on its head, and its eyes and skin were a bright, burnished red. Black smoke poured from its mouth. As it stepped forward, a destructive aura emanated from it, making all the disciples feel as though they were suddenly unable to breathe.
Not only that, more and more horned red ghosts emerged from the fog, each the size of a small mountain, resulting in mounting pressure for the gathered disciples. They bared their fangs and drooled at the sight of so many cultivators.
"What are these? They're all so frightening!"
"This is the Ghosts' Parade, a treasure of the Taiqing Immortal Sect that was taken by the demonic branch."
"I heard my master mention that each ghost in the Ghosts' Parade is at Stellar Lake. A hundred such ghosts—they'd be undefeated within the illusory realm!"
Many of the more knowledgeable disciples recognized the treasure at once, and they were shocked by its strength. They felt as though they were doomed.
Within the sect, those who had reached a spiritual cultivation of Stellar Lake were elders by and large. Facing these ghosts would be like facing a hundred elders, an impossible affair.
The disciples quickly noticed another strange figure in the illusion—the Pestilence Sage.
The Pestilence Sage stood in the distance, a scroll in hand. He smirked. "Xiao Nanfeng, will you surrender to me, or are you going to force me to strike?"
The Pestilence Sage threatened Xiao Nanfeng as he waved the scroll in his hand. Simultaneously, dozens of malicious specters shot toward Xiao Nanfeng and the gathered disciples as though commanded.
"No!" the Taiqing disciples screamed in despair.
The Pestilence Sage, believing victory to be at his fingertips, smiled more and more widely.
Xiao Nanfeng gave him an odd look, thinking to himself, "Is the Pestilence Sage an idiot?"
If the Pestilence Sage had chosen to attack him in reality, he would hardly be able to do anything about it, but for the sage to have struck in an illusion...
Xiao Nanfeng shot forward and punched at a horned red ghost, his body seeming frail and weak in comparison to their mountainous forms.
"You won't give up until you've had a taste of their strength, I see!" The Pestilence Sage laughed.
"Be careful, Senior Brother!" the Taiqing disciples shouted.
With a huge bang, however, the malicious specter before Xiao Nanfeng dispersed in a gale of wind. Everyone reared back in shock, as if they were dreaming.
They couldn't understand just how Xiao Nanfeng's tiny form was able to best such a huge ghost with just a single punch.
"It can't be! Again!" the Pestilence Sage commanded.
He suddenly felt an uneasy premonition. Tang's warning echoed in his head: "Sage, Xiao Nanfeng's very sinister!"
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Chapter 184: The Ghosts' Parade
At sea, beyond the Isle of Xiao, the huge commotion resulted in tsunami-like waves that sent a piece of raft in the ocean flying high into the air before it crashed back down with a tremendous splash.
"Be careful, Boss!" one cultivator on the raft exclaimed.
"I'm fine. Damn it, that was a large wave." Ye Dafu's voice could be heard from the other side of the raft.
Two figures were hidden beneath the driftwood.
"Boss, just like the young master said, the Isle of Xiao has been shrouded by fog! Is it a formation?" Ye Dafu's lackey asked.
"I thought it was ordinary fog, but it's clear from the commotion that there's a huge problem. What are all of you waiting for? Fire the signal flare!" Ye Dafu commanded.
His lackeys hurriedly lit a flare and shot it into the air. It exploded in the air in a series of fireworks, particularly bright against the night sky.
That signal flare was just the start. All around the ocean, more and more flares rose into the air. Xiao Nanfeng had been prepared for the raid, and had had Ye Dafu and the others hide out in the ocean to signal the Taiqing Island immediately if something were to go wrong.
On a mountain peak by the Taiqing Immortal Sect, Zhao Tianheng continued to spy on the Isle of Xiao. The lack of visibility at night meant that the chance of discovery was low, and the fog that surrounded it made it impossible to discern what was happening on the island.
"Division Leader, if the Isle of Xiao does manage to get a signal flare out, should we respond?" one elder asked in worry.
"Don't worry. They won't be able to shoot out a flare," Zhao Tianheng replied confidently.
"Oh?"
"The area within five kilometers of the island will be shrouded by the formation, and nothing within will be able to pass without. I'll call myself Xiao Tianheng if he can get a signal out," Zhao Tianheng continued.
Just then, a flare rose into the air around the outskirts of the Isle of Xiao.
"Quick, look! There's a distress signal out at sea. It's the highest-grade distress signal from the sect!" This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
"There are so many more! Look over there. The Isle of Xiao is there!"
"Has something happened to the Isle of Xiao? We have to inform the elders immediately!"
The night guardsmen around the island let out startled cries.
When an elder of Taiqing Island noticed the signal flare, she immediately shot toward it. A second, third, and even more elders rapidly followed.
Atop the mountain, Zhao Tianheng sputtered, "The Pestilence Sage is useless! How could they have managed to send out a distress signal out of the formation?!"
Flags had been placed down in the ocean surrounding the Isle of Xiao, serving as markers for the formation of fog. The central marker was on a large ship at sea.
The ship was filled with demonic disciples who were manipulating a circular platform wreathed in fog. It gave off rays of black light that connected to the formations at sea.
Tang and the Pestilence Sage stood at the bow of the ship, able to clearly see what was going on on the island.
"Xiao Nanfeng's more decisive than I thought. He gave up on the draconic vein of the Isle of Xiao for a decisive blow," the Pestilence Sage remarked.
"Sage, the serpent king is dead. We have to flee now, too!" Tang urged.
The black smoke that accompanied the fog sent everyone flying. The disciples shrieked and shouted.
Xiao Nanfeng suddenly broke them all off. "Everyone, gather around me! This is an illusion."
When the disciples got to their feet, they looked at their surroundings in shock. Their weapons had vanished, and their environment was wholly different from before. Dense, concentrated fog surrounded the disciples, giving off a sinister feeling.
"There are thousands of us here! How could we all have entered an illusion together?"
"It must have been because of the formation. What sort of illusion is this?"
"Look! What's that?"
Everyone turned to see a fifteen-meter-tall malevolent specter not too far away from them. It had a horn on its head, and its eyes and skin were a bright, burnished red. Black smoke poured from its mouth. As it stepped forward, a destructive aura emanated from it, making all the disciples feel as though they were suddenly unable to breathe.
Not only that, more and more horned red ghosts emerged from the fog, each the size of a small mountain, resulting in mounting pressure for the gathered disciples. They bared their fangs and drooled at the sight of so many cultivators.
"What are these? They're all so frightening!"
"This is the Ghosts' Parade, a treasure of the Taiqing Immortal Sect that was taken by the demonic branch."
"I heard my master mention that each ghost in the Ghosts' Parade is at Stellar Lake. A hundred such ghosts—they'd be undefeated within the illusory realm!"
Many of the more knowledgeable disciples recognized the treasure at once, and they were shocked by its strength. They felt as though they were doomed.
Within the sect, those who had reached a spiritual cultivation of Stellar Lake were elders by and large. Facing these ghosts would be like facing a hundred elders, an impossible affair.
The disciples quickly noticed another strange figure in the illusion—the Pestilence Sage.
The Pestilence Sage stood in the distance, a scroll in hand. He smirked. "Xiao Nanfeng, will you surrender to me, or are you going to force me to strike?"
The Pestilence Sage threatened Xiao Nanfeng as he waved the scroll in his hand. Simultaneously, dozens of malicious specters shot toward Xiao Nanfeng and the gathered disciples as though commanded.
"No!" the Taiqing disciples screamed in despair.
The Pestilence Sage, believing victory to be at his fingertips, smiled more and more widely.
Xiao Nanfeng gave him an odd look, thinking to himself, "Is the Pestilence Sage an idiot?"
If the Pestilence Sage had chosen to attack him in reality, he would hardly be able to do anything about it, but for the sage to have struck in an illusion...
Xiao Nanfeng shot forward and punched at a horned red ghost, his body seeming frail and weak in comparison to their mountainous forms.
"You won't give up until you've had a taste of their strength, I see!" The Pestilence Sage laughed.
"Be careful, Senior Brother!" the Taiqing disciples shouted.
With a huge bang, however, the malicious specter before Xiao Nanfeng dispersed in a gale of wind. Everyone reared back in shock, as if they were dreaming.
They couldn't understand just how Xiao Nanfeng's tiny form was able to best such a huge ghost with just a single punch.
"It can't be! Again!" the Pestilence Sage commanded.
He suddenly felt an uneasy premonition. Tang's warning echoed in his head: "Sage, Xiao Nanfeng's very sinister!"
Chapter 184: The Ghosts' Parade At sea, beyond the Isle of Xiao, the huge commotion resulted in tsunami-like waves that sent a piece of raft in the ocean flying high into the air before it crashed back down with a tremendous splash. "Be careful, Boss!" one cultivator on the raft exclaimed. "I'm fine. Damn it, that was a large wave." Ye Dafu's voice could be heard from the other side of the raft. Two figures were hidden beneath the driftwood. "Boss, just like the young master said, the Isle of Xiao has been shrouded by fog! Is it a formation?" Ye Dafu's lackey asked. "I thought it was ordinary fog, but it's clear from the commotion that there's a huge problem. What are all of you waiting for? Fire the signal flare!" Ye Dafu commanded. His lackeys hurriedly lit a flare and shot it into the air. It exploded in the air in a series of fireworks, particularly bright against the night sky. That signal flare was just the start. All around the ocean, more and more flares rose into the air. Xiao Nanfeng had been prepared for the raid, and had had Ye Dafu and the others hide out in the ocean to signal the Taiqing Island immediately if something were to go wrong. On a mountain peak by the Taiqing Immortal Sect, Zhao Tianheng continued to spy on the Isle of Xiao. The lack of visibility at night meant that the chance of discovery was low, and the fog that surrounded it made it impossible to discern what was happening on the island. "Division Leader, if the Isle of Xiao does manage to get a signal flare out, should we respond?" one elder asked in worry. "Don't worry. They won't be able to shoot out a flare," Zhao Tianheng replied confidently. "Oh?" "The area within five kilometers of the island will be shrouded by the formation, and nothing within will be able to pass without. I'll call myself Xiao Tianheng if he can get a signal out," Zhao Tianheng continued. Just then, a flare rose into the air around the outskirts of the Isle of Xiao. "Quick, look! There's a distress signal out at sea. It's the highest-grade distress signal from the sect!" This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform."There are so many more! Look over there. The Isle of Xiao is there!" "Has something happened to the Isle of Xiao? We have to inform the elders immediately!" The night guardsmen around the island let out startled cries. When an elder of Taiqing Island noticed the signal flare, she immediately shot toward it. A second, third, and even more elders rapidly followed. Atop the mountain, Zhao Tianheng sputtered, "The Pestilence Sage is useless! How could they have managed to send out a distress signal out of the formation?!" Flags had been placed down in the ocean surrounding the Isle of Xiao, serving as markers for the formation of fog. The central marker was on a large ship at sea. The ship was filled with demonic disciples who were manipulating a circular platform wreathed in fog. It gave off rays of black light that connected to the formations at sea. Tang and the Pestilence Sage stood at the bow of the ship, able to clearly see what was going on on the island. "Xiao Nanfeng's more decisive than I thought. He gave up on the draconic vein of the Isle of Xiao for a decisive blow," the Pestilence Sage remarked. "Sage, the serpent king is dead. We have to flee now, too!" Tang urged. The black smoke that accompanied the fog sent everyone flying. The disciples shrieked and shouted. Xiao Nanfeng suddenly broke them all off. "Everyone, gather around me! This is an illusion." When the disciples got to their feet, they looked at their surroundings in shock. Their weapons had vanished, and their environment was wholly different from before. Dense, concentrated fog surrounded the disciples, giving off a sinister feeling. "There are thousands of us here! How could we all have entered an illusion together?" "It must have been because of the formation. What sort of illusion is this?" "Look! What's that?" Everyone turned to see a fifteen-meter-tall malevolent specter not too far away from them. It had a horn on its head, and its eyes and skin were a bright, burnished red. Black smoke poured from its mouth. As it stepped forward, a destructive aura emanated from it, making all the disciples feel as though they were suddenly unable to breathe. Not only that, more and more horned red ghosts emerged from the fog, each the size of a small mountain, resulting in mounting pressure for the gathered disciples. They bared their fangs and drooled at the sight of so many cultivators. "What are these? They're all so frightening!" "This is the Ghosts' Parade, a treasure of the Taiqing Immortal Sect that was taken by the demonic branch." "I heard my master mention that each ghost in the Ghosts' Parade is at Stellar Lake. A hundred such ghoststhey'd be undefeated within the illusory realm!" Many of the more knowledgeable disciples recognized the treasure at once, and they were shocked by its strength. They felt as though they were doomed. Within the sect, those who had reached a spiritual cultivation of Stellar Lake were elders by and large. Facing these ghosts would be like facing a hundred elders, an impossible affair. The disciples quickly noticed another strange figure in the illusionthe Pestilence Sage. The Pestilence Sage stood in the distance, a scroll in hand. He smirked. "Xiao Nanfeng, will you surrender to me, or are you going to force me to strike?" The Pestilence Sage threatened Xiao Nanfeng as he waved the scroll in his hand. Simultaneously, dozens of malicious specters shot toward Xiao Nanfeng and the gathered disciples as though commanded. "No!" the Taiqing disciples screamed in despair. The Pestilence Sage, believing victory to be at his fingertips, smiled more and more widely. Xiao Nanfeng gave him an odd look, thinking to himself, "Is the Pestilence Sage an idiot?" If the Pestilence Sage had chosen to attack him in reality, he would hardly be able to do anything about it, but for the sage to have struck in an illusion... Xiao Nanfeng shot forward and punched at a horned red ghost, his body seeming frail and weak in comparison to their mountainous forms. "You won't give up until you've had a taste of their strength, I see!" The Pestilence Sage laughed. "Be careful, Senior Brother!" the Taiqing disciples shouted. With a huge bang, however, the malicious specter before Xiao Nanfeng dispersed in a gale of wind. Everyone reared back in shock, as if they were dreaming. They couldn't understand just how Xiao Nanfeng's tiny form was able to best such a huge ghost with just a single punch. "It can't be! Again!" the Pestilence Sage commanded. He suddenly felt an uneasy premonition. Tang's warning echoed in his head: "Sage, Xiao Nanfeng's very sinister!"
