Chapter 55: The Hidden Realm
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Chapter 55: The Hidden Realm
The Taiqing disciples were tied up and placed on the altar, many severely injured and barely alive.
At the center of the altar was the Lady Arclight, bloody all over. Her internal organs had been severely damaged, and she was coughing out blood. Seals laid out all over her body rendered her immobile. The creation of this content can be connected to n0ve1bin★
"Marquis Wu, what exactly are you planning?! Aren't you afraid of follow-up investigations from the Taiqing sect?!" the Lady Arclight called out, glancing at a nearby mountaintop. There, Marquis Wu and a group of his subordinates were looking down coldly at the mountain valley.
"I need a large quantity of spiritual power. Ordinary cultivators only begin cultivating spiritual power at the peak of Immanence, but the Taiqing Immortal Sect, an orthodox school of cultivation, begins such cultivation at the start of Immanence. The spiritual power of Taiqing disciples is pure and unadulterated, incomparable to those of many other Immortal sects. As for the investigation, well, all of you will have died to a group of spirits more dangerous than you could handle. What does it have to do with me?" Marquis Wu smiled innocently.
"What are you planning to do with our spiritual power?!" The Lady Arclight coughed out a mouthful of blood.
"You'll see right away," Marquis Wu told her, then looked toward a group of black-armored warriors. "Activate the array!"
"Yessir!" the warriors around the altar replied.
The warriors brought over a hundred buckets of mysterious red liquid, then poured it over the altar, dyeing it a lurid blood red color. The altar squirmed and made a chugging noise, causing the red liquid to seep into its stone surface. The gray, faded altar turned blood-red.
"This is..." A deep-seated unease filled the Lady Arclight.
The runes on the altar suddenly emitted red light. From the intersection of the red beams materialized a translucent red whip, which seemed almost to take physical form.
The whip snapped in mid-air, and its tip agilely darted into the center of the Lady Arclight's forehead like a snake.
The Lady Arclight cried out in pain, but she was helpless against the whip's assault. A flood of blue spiritual energy was sucked out of her forehead and infused into the altar.
"My spiritual power! Argh!" the Lady Arclight screamed. "Such a perverse tactic—you'll suffer retribution for this!"
She tried to struggle, but the seals placed all over her body made any resistance impossible. Tremendous pain filled her body, causing her to shriek in despair. In addition to her spiritual power, her vitality also seemed to be coursing out of her.
Atop the mountain, Marquis Wu smiled coldly. He had no interest in conversing with the soon-to-be dead.
With a sudden burst of energy, a hundred translucent red whips manifested from the altar, then shot straight toward the Taiqing disciples.
"No!" they cried out in fear and shock. However, there was nothing they could do. The whips shot straight into the center of their foreheads and began leeching their spiritual power.
The Taiqing disciples screamed.
In the wounded camp not too far away, Yu'er turned her head away, not daring to witness the traumatic sight. She almost screamed out a few times, and Xiao Nanfeng hugged her tightly.
Xiao Nanfeng was also visibly angry, but he was unable to intercede at this point. Marquis Wu had too many men in the vicinity. The moment he and Yu'er exposed themselves, they would end up suffering the same fate as those on the altar. He had to escape, return to the sect, and come back for revenge with the sect elders in tow!
After about half an hour, the screams on the altar slowly diminished. Some of the disciples, grievously wounded, lay still and unconscious after also having their spiritual power sucked away from them. The Lady Arclight herself lay still on the ground. It was unclear whether she was alive or dead.
Just then, a red mist seeped out of the altar and slowly condensed into a blue portal of light, one that grew larger and larger until it transformed into a circular passageway ten meters wide.
Yu'er grabbed Xiao Nanfeng's hand with some amount of fear. Not daring to expose themselves, they followed behind a group of wounded and stepped inside.
The moment they did so, Xiao Nanfeng felt the spiritual energy in the background, dozens of times denser than in the material world. The wounded walked all the way through the dark tunnel before seeing light once more.
The danger they had been expecting never surfaced, and everyone was able to make it to their destination safely.
It was midday in the secret realm, with a sun hanging high in the air. The realm was filled with spiritual energy. There were towering mountains in the distance, and from afar, it felt as though there were beasts flying in the distance around the mountaintops.
The crow troop warriors found themselves standing by a cliff. Below that cliff was a raging river, magnificent to behold.
The old eunuch and crow spirits who had entered the realm before they did weren't too far away. They were being chased by a group of palm-sized wasp spirits. The old eunuch was surrounded by a huge group of wasps, and he was fighting for his life in the air.
The largest of the wasp spirits was about half as large as a human, and it was able to spit out flames of light at the old eunuch. In addition, the wasps had sturdy bodies resistant to bladed weapons, countering the eunuch's attacks and leaving him in a difficult situation.
The thousand crow spirits, against an equally numerous group of wasps, were no opponent for them. They were forced to scatter and flee.
Xiao Nanfeng saw that there were ten giant beehives situated by the cliff, each about the size of a small mountain.
The old eunuch and the crow spirits had lured away the patrolling wasp spirits, allowing the three hundred wounded warriors to emerge from the portal unscathed.
"While it's safe, hurry and report back to the marquis!" one wounded warrior cried out.
"Strike now!" Xiao Nanfeng whispered.
"Got it!" Yu'er was thinking the same thing.
The two Immortal Cicadas flew toward the wounded warriors, who were shocked and tried to resist, but the strongest of them were only at Immanence, and they were all rather grievously injured. They found it difficult to even move, and they were no match for Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er. In the blink of an eye, with a flash of light, they were summarily beheaded.
The three hundred wounded warriors fell to the ground in pools of blood.
"Nanfeng, there are more wasps emerging from the hives! Should we run?" Worried, Yu'er pointed into the distance.
Indeed, a large group of wasp spirits were poking their heads out of the hives upon smelling the iron tang of blood.
Xiao Nanfeng glanced at the ten mountain-like hives with a sudden glimmer in his eyes. "Yu'er, we'll break these hives and lure the wasps all out."
"You can't be thinking of—" Yu'er trailed off, her eyes widening.
"That's precisely it!"
"Very well." She exchanged a glance with Xiao Nanfeng as the two of them spurred their flying swords toward the hives.
As the hives fell to the ground in a tremendous crash, the Immortal Cicadas instantly returned to the two disciples' hands as they ran for their lives toward the portal entrance.
The wasps' hives crashed into the ground and exploded before they could do anything about it.
Countless wasps swarmed out and set their sights on Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er.
The whirring of their wings was like the rumbling of thunder. A huge cloud of wasps, angered beyond belief, swarmed toward the blue portal entrance.
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Chapter 55: The Hidden Realm
The Taiqing disciples were tied up and placed on the altar, many severely injured and barely alive.
At the center of the altar was the Lady Arclight, bloody all over. Her internal organs had been severely damaged, and she was coughing out blood. Seals laid out all over her body rendered her immobile. The creation of this content can be connected to n0ve1bin★
"Marquis Wu, what exactly are you planning?! Aren't you afraid of follow-up investigations from the Taiqing sect?!" the Lady Arclight called out, glancing at a nearby mountaintop. There, Marquis Wu and a group of his subordinates were looking down coldly at the mountain valley.
"I need a large quantity of spiritual power. Ordinary cultivators only begin cultivating spiritual power at the peak of Immanence, but the Taiqing Immortal Sect, an orthodox school of cultivation, begins such cultivation at the start of Immanence. The spiritual power of Taiqing disciples is pure and unadulterated, incomparable to those of many other Immortal sects. As for the investigation, well, all of you will have died to a group of spirits more dangerous than you could handle. What does it have to do with me?" Marquis Wu smiled innocently.
"What are you planning to do with our spiritual power?!" The Lady Arclight coughed out a mouthful of blood.
"You'll see right away," Marquis Wu told her, then looked toward a group of black-armored warriors. "Activate the array!"
"Yessir!" the warriors around the altar replied.
The warriors brought over a hundred buckets of mysterious red liquid, then poured it over the altar, dyeing it a lurid blood red color. The altar squirmed and made a chugging noise, causing the red liquid to seep into its stone surface. The gray, faded altar turned blood-red.
"This is..." A deep-seated unease filled the Lady Arclight.
The runes on the altar suddenly emitted red light. From the intersection of the red beams materialized a translucent red whip, which seemed almost to take physical form.
The whip snapped in mid-air, and its tip agilely darted into the center of the Lady Arclight's forehead like a snake.
The Lady Arclight cried out in pain, but she was helpless against the whip's assault. A flood of blue spiritual energy was sucked out of her forehead and infused into the altar.
"My spiritual power! Argh!" the Lady Arclight screamed. "Such a perverse tactic—you'll suffer retribution for this!"
She tried to struggle, but the seals placed all over her body made any resistance impossible. Tremendous pain filled her body, causing her to shriek in despair. In addition to her spiritual power, her vitality also seemed to be coursing out of her.
Atop the mountain, Marquis Wu smiled coldly. He had no interest in conversing with the soon-to-be dead.
With a sudden burst of energy, a hundred translucent red whips manifested from the altar, then shot straight toward the Taiqing disciples.
"No!" they cried out in fear and shock. However, there was nothing they could do. The whips shot straight into the center of their foreheads and began leeching their spiritual power.
The Taiqing disciples screamed.
In the wounded camp not too far away, Yu'er turned her head away, not daring to witness the traumatic sight. She almost screamed out a few times, and Xiao Nanfeng hugged her tightly.
Xiao Nanfeng was also visibly angry, but he was unable to intercede at this point. Marquis Wu had too many men in the vicinity. The moment he and Yu'er exposed themselves, they would end up suffering the same fate as those on the altar. He had to escape, return to the sect, and come back for revenge with the sect elders in tow!
After about half an hour, the screams on the altar slowly diminished. Some of the disciples, grievously wounded, lay still and unconscious after also having their spiritual power sucked away from them. The Lady Arclight herself lay still on the ground. It was unclear whether she was alive or dead.
Just then, a red mist seeped out of the altar and slowly condensed into a blue portal of light, one that grew larger and larger until it transformed into a circular passageway ten meters wide.
Yu'er grabbed Xiao Nanfeng's hand with some amount of fear. Not daring to expose themselves, they followed behind a group of wounded and stepped inside.
The moment they did so, Xiao Nanfeng felt the spiritual energy in the background, dozens of times denser than in the material world. The wounded walked all the way through the dark tunnel before seeing light once more.
The danger they had been expecting never surfaced, and everyone was able to make it to their destination safely.
It was midday in the secret realm, with a sun hanging high in the air. The realm was filled with spiritual energy. There were towering mountains in the distance, and from afar, it felt as though there were beasts flying in the distance around the mountaintops.
The crow troop warriors found themselves standing by a cliff. Below that cliff was a raging river, magnificent to behold.
The old eunuch and crow spirits who had entered the realm before they did weren't too far away. They were being chased by a group of palm-sized wasp spirits. The old eunuch was surrounded by a huge group of wasps, and he was fighting for his life in the air.
The largest of the wasp spirits was about half as large as a human, and it was able to spit out flames of light at the old eunuch. In addition, the wasps had sturdy bodies resistant to bladed weapons, countering the eunuch's attacks and leaving him in a difficult situation.
The thousand crow spirits, against an equally numerous group of wasps, were no opponent for them. They were forced to scatter and flee.
Xiao Nanfeng saw that there were ten giant beehives situated by the cliff, each about the size of a small mountain.
The old eunuch and the crow spirits had lured away the patrolling wasp spirits, allowing the three hundred wounded warriors to emerge from the portal unscathed.
"While it's safe, hurry and report back to the marquis!" one wounded warrior cried out.
"Strike now!" Xiao Nanfeng whispered.
"Got it!" Yu'er was thinking the same thing.
The two Immortal Cicadas flew toward the wounded warriors, who were shocked and tried to resist, but the strongest of them were only at Immanence, and they were all rather grievously injured. They found it difficult to even move, and they were no match for Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er. In the blink of an eye, with a flash of light, they were summarily beheaded.
The three hundred wounded warriors fell to the ground in pools of blood.
"Nanfeng, there are more wasps emerging from the hives! Should we run?" Worried, Yu'er pointed into the distance.
Indeed, a large group of wasp spirits were poking their heads out of the hives upon smelling the iron tang of blood.
Xiao Nanfeng glanced at the ten mountain-like hives with a sudden glimmer in his eyes. "Yu'er, we'll break these hives and lure the wasps all out."
"You can't be thinking of—" Yu'er trailed off, her eyes widening.
"That's precisely it!"
"Very well." She exchanged a glance with Xiao Nanfeng as the two of them spurred their flying swords toward the hives.
As the hives fell to the ground in a tremendous crash, the Immortal Cicadas instantly returned to the two disciples' hands as they ran for their lives toward the portal entrance.
The wasps' hives crashed into the ground and exploded before they could do anything about it.
Countless wasps swarmed out and set their sights on Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er.
The whirring of their wings was like the rumbling of thunder. A huge cloud of wasps, angered beyond belief, swarmed toward the blue portal entrance.
Chapter 55: The Hidden Realm The Taiqing disciples were tied up and placed on the altar, many severely injured and barely alive. At the center of the altar was the Lady Arclight, bloody all over. Her internal organs had been severely damaged, and she was coughing out blood. Seals laid out all over her body rendered her immobile. The creation of this content can be connected to n0ve1bin"Marquis Wu, what exactly are you planning?! Aren't you afraid of follow-up investigations from the Taiqing sect?!" the Lady Arclight called out, glancing at a nearby mountaintop. There, Marquis Wu and a group of his subordinates were looking down coldly at the mountain valley. "I need a large quantity of spiritual power. Ordinary cultivators only begin cultivating spiritual power at the peak of Immanence, but the Taiqing Immortal Sect, an orthodox school of cultivation, begins such cultivation at the start of Immanence. The spiritual power of Taiqing disciples is pure and unadulterated, incomparable to those of many other Immortal sects. As for the investigation, well, all of you will have died to a group of spirits more dangerous than you could handle. What does it have to do with me?" Marquis Wu smiled innocently. "What are you planning to do with our spiritual power?!" The Lady Arclight coughed out a mouthful of blood. "You'll see right away," Marquis Wu told her, then looked toward a group of black-armored warriors. "Activate the array!" "Yessir!" the warriors around the altar replied. The warriors brought over a hundred buckets of mysterious red liquid, then poured it over the altar, dyeing it a lurid blood red color. The altar squirmed and made a chugging noise, causing the red liquid to seep into its stone surface. The gray, faded altar turned blood-red. "This is..." A deep-seated unease filled the Lady Arclight. The runes on the altar suddenly emitted red light. From the intersection of the red beams materialized a translucent red whip, which seemed almost to take physical form. The whip snapped in mid-air, and its tip agilely darted into the center of the Lady Arclight's forehead like a snake. The Lady Arclight cried out in pain, but she was helpless against the whip's assault. A flood of blue spiritual energy was sucked out of her forehead and infused into the altar. "My spiritual power! Argh!" the Lady Arclight screamed. "Such a perverse tacticyou'll suffer retribution for this!" She tried to struggle, but the seals placed all over her body made any resistance impossible. Tremendous pain filled her body, causing her to shriek in despair. In addition to her spiritual power, her vitality also seemed to be coursing out of her. Atop the mountain, Marquis Wu smiled coldly. He had no interest in conversing with the soon-to-be dead. With a sudden burst of energy, a hundred translucent red whips manifested from the altar, then shot straight toward the Taiqing disciples. "No!" they cried out in fear and shock. However, there was nothing they could do. The whips shot straight into the center of their foreheads and began leeching their spiritual power. The Taiqing disciples screamed. In the wounded camp not too far away, Yu'er turned her head away, not daring to witness the traumatic sight. She almost screamed out a few times, and Xiao Nanfeng hugged her tightly. Xiao Nanfeng was also visibly angry, but he was unable to intercede at this point. Marquis Wu had too many men in the vicinity. The moment he and Yu'er exposed themselves, they would end up suffering the same fate as those on the altar. He had to escape, return to the sect, and come back for revenge with the sect elders in tow! After about half an hour, the screams on the altar slowly diminished. Some of the disciples, grievously wounded, lay still and unconscious after also having their spiritual power sucked away from them. The Lady Arclight herself lay still on the ground. It was unclear whether she was alive or dead. Just then, a red mist seeped out of the altar and slowly condensed into a blue portal of light, one that grew larger and larger until it transformed into a circular passageway ten meters wide. Yu'er grabbed Xiao Nanfeng's hand with some amount of fear. Not daring to expose themselves, they followed behind a group of wounded and stepped inside. The moment they did so, Xiao Nanfeng felt the spiritual energy in the background, dozens of times denser than in the material world. The wounded walked all the way through the dark tunnel before seeing light once more. The danger they had been expecting never surfaced, and everyone was able to make it to their destination safely. It was midday in the secret realm, with a sun hanging high in the air. The realm was filled with spiritual energy. There were towering mountains in the distance, and from afar, it felt as though there were beasts flying in the distance around the mountaintops. The crow troop warriors found themselves standing by a cliff. Below that cliff was a raging river, magnificent to behold. The old eunuch and crow spirits who had entered the realm before they did weren't too far away. They were being chased by a group of palm-sized wasp spirits. The old eunuch was surrounded by a huge group of wasps, and he was fighting for his life in the air. The largest of the wasp spirits was about half as large as a human, and it was able to spit out flames of light at the old eunuch. In addition, the wasps had sturdy bodies resistant to bladed weapons, countering the eunuch's attacks and leaving him in a difficult situation. The thousand crow spirits, against an equally numerous group of wasps, were no opponent for them. They were forced to scatter and flee. Xiao Nanfeng saw that there were ten giant beehives situated by the cliff, each about the size of a small mountain. The old eunuch and the crow spirits had lured away the patrolling wasp spirits, allowing the three hundred wounded warriors to emerge from the portal unscathed. "While it's safe, hurry and report back to the marquis!" one wounded warrior cried out. "Strike now!" Xiao Nanfeng whispered. "Got it!" Yu'er was thinking the same thing. The two Immortal Cicadas flew toward the wounded warriors, who were shocked and tried to resist, but the strongest of them were only at Immanence, and they were all rather grievously injured. They found it difficult to even move, and they were no match for Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er. In the blink of an eye, with a flash of light, they were summarily beheaded. The three hundred wounded warriors fell to the ground in pools of blood. "Nanfeng, there are more wasps emerging from the hives! Should we run?" Worried, Yu'er pointed into the distance. Indeed, a large group of wasp spirits were poking their heads out of the hives upon smelling the iron tang of blood. Xiao Nanfeng glanced at the ten mountain-like hives with a sudden glimmer in his eyes. "Yu'er, we'll break these hives and lure the wasps all out." "You can't be thinking of" Yu'er trailed off, her eyes widening. "That's precisely it!" "Very well." She exchanged a glance with Xiao Nanfeng as the two of them spurred their flying swords toward the hives. As the hives fell to the ground in a tremendous crash, the Immortal Cicadas instantly returned to the two disciples' hands as they ran for their lives toward the portal entrance. The wasps' hives crashed into the ground and exploded before they could do anything about it. Countless wasps swarmed out and set their sights on Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er. The whirring of their wings was like the rumbling of thunder. A huge cloud of wasps, angered beyond belief, swarmed toward the blue portal entrance.
