Peacock Killing Tribulation

Looking at the calm and composed Ye Fanchen, a strange look appeared in Lan Chang'an's eyes.

The Puppet and Law Treasure used to defend themselves were just a decoy.

Lan Chang'an did not want to expose his peak third-tier body refinement skills in front of everyone.

"The Wood Element Divine Ability I just used certainly took a toll on me. However, Daoist Ye, did you feel any slight pain in your Sea of Consciousness, or any emptiness or discomfort in your body...?"

The smile on Lan Chang'an's face held a hint of something sinister.

"Hmm? Hiss! Could it be that you..."

Ye Fanchen focused his senses, his expression changed, and he discovered that there was indeed a faint swelling and pain in his Sea of Consciousness.

My internal Law Power is somewhat disordered, and I feel slightly tired and empty.

Despite not having confirmed any symptoms of poisoning, Ye Fanchen was drenched in sweat and subconsciously took out a precious Detoxification Pill.

In this brief gap.

Swish!

Lan Chang'an, who had been out of sight, left only a fleeting afterimage before disappearing from the clouds.

The next moment, the immense spiritual pressure of the Golden Core Realm descended upon the third-tier Spirit Ship below, like a hundred thousand mountains.

"Careful!"

Why would Xiang Dalong come here to kill us?

On the Spirit Ship's side, Elder Ye, the Masked Man, Tie Danxin Core Formation True Person, felt the terrifying roar of the core energy, and their hearts skipped a beat.

The three True Core cultivators were attacking the mine's formation when they were caught off guard by Xiang Dalong's sudden attack.

Withered Vine Hand!

Lan Chang'an unleashed a Wood Element Evil Dao secret technique, his arm suddenly swelled, extending withered yellow vines that transformed into a giant vine hand several dozen feet long, which slammed down on the three True Core cultivators on the Spirit Ship.

"Quick! Block them--"

Elder Ye felt a chill run down his spine. He summoned a banner-like Law Treasure to protect his body and then produced a Tier 3 Talisman.

The Masked Man summoned a third-tier Puppet to block his way before retreating rapidly.

He discovered that the giant, deadly vine-like hand did not attack him or the Puppet in front of him.

Boom!

The withered, yellow vine-like giant hand swept past Elder Ye and Tie Danxin.

"My dear nephew, save me!"

Elder Ye, who was in the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm, was sent flying. The protective banner Law Treasure treasure dimmed, and the light shield of the Tier 3 Talisman was shattered by the force of the blow.

Elder Ye was in a sorry state, his turban had fallen off and his hair was disheveled.

Elder Xiang, spare my life...

Golden Core Realm Tie Danxin, who was in the early stage of Core Formation, was the weakest. With a scream, he was grabbed by the giant, withered vine hand, his protective aura extinguished, and he lost the ability to resist.

Call!

In an instant, Tie Danxin's dark and robust body turned into a withered corpse.

The cultivators in the Ye Clan camp were terrified, and those with lower cultivation levels, such as those who were at the False Core or Foundation Establishment stage, all retreated.

"Tsk tsk, absorbing this person's life Essence Blood is enough to make up for the losses we suffered just now."

After killing Tie Danxin, Lan Chang'an's complexion became rosier, and his Law Power surged and became abundant.

"We've been tricked!"

Ye Fanchen's face turned ashen. When he caught up, he found that Lan Chang'an had already recovered his full Law Power.

The appearance of the Wood Element Evil Method, "Withered Vine Hand," which absorbs the Essence Blood energy of cultivators, on Elder Xiang did not surprise Ye Fanchen or the Core Formation Cultivator present.

Unlike Great Qing.

Throughout the Great Abyss, Evil Dao are rampant, while truly reputable and righteous sects are few and far between.

Even the Cloud Glow Sect can only be considered a side sect, not Mystic Sect sect.

Lan Chang'an's practice of the "Withered Vine Hand" was actually a decoy, a secret technique for killing, used to cover up the overly powerful recovery and endurance of the Evergreen Art.

Back in Great Qing, Lan Chang'an was sensed and pursued by "True Lord Qingmu," a fellow practitioner of the Evergreen Art, which made him even more vigilant.

The cultivation civilization of Great Abyss is more ancient and powerful, and he wants to conceal the characteristics of the Evergreen Art as much as possible, especially during magical battles.

Clang!

Ye Fanchen's face darkened as he drew the [Golden Scale Sword Pool] once more.

"Daoist Ye, do not panic! My family has always been upright and honorable. How could I possibly use such despicable means as poisoning against a disciple of the Sword Pavilion?"

Lan Chang'an spoke righteously and sternly, looking at Ye Fanchen, whose face was gloomy.

He really didn't poison her.

Such a potent poison, capable of threatening Golden Core Realm Formation stage, is extremely rare.

The words I just said were misleading and fooled Ye Fanchen.

"A cunning and treacherous fellow."

Ye Fanchen's gaze shifted between light and shadow, indicating that he had already understood the reason.

As Puppet Master Xiang Dalong 'Divine Sense was much stronger than that of an ordinary Golden Core Realm cultivator. The <Illusion Leaf Flying Sword> he had previously used had a slight penetrating effect on Ye Fanchen's soul during the battle.

This minor mental injury wasn't a big deal, but the fact that it also consumed a lot of Law Power during the fight made it match the "symptoms" described by Lan Chang'an.

Upon realizing the truth, Ye Fanchen felt defeated and humiliated in a long time.

He would rather be genuinely poisoned than be tricked by Xiang Dalong.

During a lull in the duel, Lan Chang'an killed a key True Core cultivator from the Ye Clan's camp, making him appear incompetent.

"Come on! Before a hundred breaths have passed, let's fight another three hundred rounds, Fellow Daoist Ye!"

At his peak, Lan Chang'an activated the Illusion Leaf Flying Sword once more.

Pfft!

Numerous lush green leaves swirled around Lan Chang'an, transforming into illusory flying Flying Sword that attacked and entangled Ye Fanchen.

The Six Sovereigns Heaven-Slaying Sword!

Ye Fanchen's Golden Scale Ancient Sword slashed through the air, transforming into a twenty-zhang-long sword above Lan Chang'an's head, splitting into two transparent golden scale sword shadows on the left and right.

As one of the six great sword techniques of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, combined with Ye Fanchen's swordsmanship talent, it suppressed Lan Chang'an once again upon its release.

However, upon facing him again, Ye Fanchen felt a chill run down his spine, realizing the situation was tricky.

Lan Chang'an recovered to his full strength, but he did not, and his mind was slightly eroded.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Lan Chang'an's <Illusion Leaf Flying Sword> appeared to be inexhaustible, ever-renewing, and exceptionally resilient, bringing even stronger mental erosion.

In short, it's a zero-sum game where one gains at the expense of the other.

Once the battle becomes protracted, Lan Chang'an's <Illusion Leaf Flying Sword> will further penetrate and influence Ye Fanchen's Sea of Consciousness, thereby diminishing his swordsmanship intent.

"Just who is this Xiang Dalong? Not only is he a third-tier high-grade Puppet Master, but his combat Divine Ability are also incredibly troublesome..."

Ye Fanchen realized that having missed the previous opportunity, it would be difficult to defeat Elder Xiang within a hundred breaths.

The current suppression makes it impossible to gain the upper hand.

He had a mission to complete upon Central Region, and he was unwilling to unleash his deadly dual-sword form during a single act of assistance.

The high cost is one aspect.

Xiang Dalong is no ordinary person; he keeps a low profile and may have some hidden tricks up his sleeve.

For a moment, Ye Fanchen was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.

"Daoist Ye, let's call this battle a draw. The fate of Tengling Mine is best left to the next duel."

Amidst the fierce battle, Lan Chang'an laughed heartily and made a suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fanchen's expression froze, and his face flushed slightly.

Elder Xiang's "reciprocity" was also a way of giving him a way out.

Beneath the clouds at the Tengling Mine, the confrontation between the two forces has reached its conclusion.

"Chief!"

The death of Tie Danxin dealt a huge psychological blow to the cultivators of the branch that split off from the Tie Clan, causing their morale to plummet.

On the Ye Clan's side, the Tie Clan accounted for one-third of the middle and lower-level cultivators.

With one less True Core cultivator, Ye Fanchen was completely tied down, and the remaining cultivators in the Ye Clan camp were simply unable to break through the mine's third-tier grand formation.

The cultivators at Tengling Mine, with the help of the great formation, even launched a counterattack.

The third-tier grand formation can not only defend, but also, under sufficient load, can activate large-scale Law Technique Restriction.

"The tide has turned..."

Elder Ye straightened his clothes, his face looking exhausted, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

Although there was no major defeat.

However, for the Ye Clan's camp, failing to capture the mine or inflict heavy losses would be a strategic failure.

The death of the Tie Clan Chief was crucial.

The divided Tie Clan has lost its key figure. Going forward, the Ye Clan's camp will lack sufficient righteousness in its struggle for control of the Tengling Mine.

Therefore, Lan Chang'an's decision to take the time to kill Tie Danxin was a very subtle move.

"Prepare to retreat!"

Elder Ye made a decisive decision and issued the order.

Two True Core cultivators and several False Core cultivators provided cover, fighting and retreating, allowing the rest of the cultivators to withdraw to the third-tier Spirit Ship and erect the array shield on the Spirit Ship.

The morale of the Tengling Mine soared, and they cheered with excitement.

Having received a telepathic message from Lan Chang'an, True Person Xiuyu decided to stop while she was ahead, leaving behind only some wounded soldiers and prisoners, and did not actually pursue them.

Among the clouds.

Ye Fanchen and Lan Chang'an ceased their battle after a hundred breaths.

Both of them had some tears in their clothes and looked unwell.

Ye Fanchen remained silent, escorting the third-tier Spirit Ship to guard against a counterattack from the Cloud Glow Sect.

The third-tier Spirit Ship changed direction and had only flown a few miles.

Swoosh--

From within the sphere of influence of the Cloud Glow Sect, the sound of air being torn apart came, and two True Core level Escape Light headed towards the Tengling Mine to provide support.

The Tengling Mine located on the periphery of the Cloud Glow Sect's territory, making it easier to receive reinforcements.

This is also why the Ye Clan had to retreat.

Lan Chang'an glanced at the two Core Formation Cultivator who had come to his aid; one was at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm Formation, and the other at the middle stage. They were both old acquaintances.

The middle-aged woman in the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm was True Person Yumei, who had been arranged to marry Lan Chang'an by the old sect leader.

Another handsome and extraordinary young man, whose internal energy was extremely pure and refined, surpassing others of his level, Hu Ang, who had formed Half-Step Golden Core several years ago.

The cultivators from the Ye Clan camp have all returned to their Spirit Ship and are evacuating at full speed.

"Daoist Ye, you flatter me."

Lan Chang'an remained unperturbed by either honor or disgrace, watching Ye Fanchen leave.

Before Ye Fanchen entered the Nine Heavens of Astral Wind, he gave Lan Chang'an a deep look.

Ye Fanchen was quite surprised and somewhat delighted to encounter Golden Core Realm Formation cultivator of equal strength in the Central Region the Great Abyss.

Such a close match between equals is a rare treat for him.

"Unfortunately, after this mission, I will be focusing all my efforts on achieving the Nascent Soul. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to fight this person again."

Ye Fanchen shook his head, looking slightly disappointed.

Lan Chang'an breathed a slight sigh of relief and flew towards the Tengling Mine.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally see that Ye Fanchen still had some hidden tricks up his sleeve.

However, Lan Chang'an did not want to fight Ye Fanchen, even if he had an absolute chance of winning.

In today's battle, he can kill all the enemy cultivators, but he cannot kill Ye Fanchen.

Killing Ye Fanchen or severely damaging his foundation would bring trouble upon oneself.

The Heavenly Sword Pavilion is the ruler of the Southern Region and one of the three strongest immortal cultivation forces in the Great Abyss.

The Sword Pavilion's top cultivator is a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator Great Abyss!

Even if Lan Chang'an advances to the Nascent Soul Realm, he will still need to be wary of and respectful of such powerful figures.

Elder Xiang is back!

The Golden Core Realm Formation cultivators at Tengling Mine, upon seeing Lan Chang'an descend from the clouds, greeted him with reverence and eager smiles.

Hu Ang and True Person Xiuyu, as disciples of the Nascent Soul True Lord, dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"Haha! True Person Xiang Law Power is boundless; he turned the tide and left the Ye Clan cultivators like stray dogs."

"Elder Xiang Xiang's victory over the Sword Pavilion's successor is a feat that earns him the title of the Great Dayu Kingdom's number one Core Formation Cultivator."

Hearing the fawning and flattering voices around him, Lan Chang'an entered the mine surrounded by admirers.

"I, Xiang, could only barely manage a draw against the successor of the Sword Pavilion..."

Lan Chang'an smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

Those Late Core Formation are already far superior in strength to ordinary True Core cultivators, and thus hold a high status.

He, on the other hand, stood at the pinnacle of the Golden Core Realm Formation stage.

Return to the Hidden Bamboo Pavilion.

Lan Chang'an met with Hu Ang and True Person Yumei had come to provide support.

"Elder Xiang, in this battle, our side has killed one True Core cultivator, two False Core cultivators, and one Foundation Establishment cultivator..."

After True Person Xiuyu tidied up the battlefield, she came over to report the situation, discussed and distributed the spoils of war with Lan Chang'an, and rewarded those who had contributed to the victory.

The enemy only lost one True Core cultivator, so the spoils weren't very appealing to someone of Lan Chang'an's level.

He only took Tie Danxin's Storage Bag; the spoils of war from the other Pseudo-Core True Person cultivators and Foundation Establishment cultivators were distributed to the cultivators in the mine.

In addition to the spoils of war, the sect will award a large number of merits for this battle, which will benefit all cultivators.

As the highest-ranking person in charge of the mine, Lan Chang'an's every word and action determined the allocation of resources for the middle and lower-level cultivators and affected the cultivation fate of many.

"Elder Xiang, our strength is now far superior to the invaders from the Ye Clan's camp. If we press our advantage, we can seize the opportunity to plunder and loot the resources they left behind at their strongholds hundreds of miles away."

Hu Ang's eyes gleamed as he took the initiative to make the suggestion.

"That's right! The territory of my Cloud Glow Sect is not a place where you can come and go as you please."

Even if we can't wipe out the invaders completely, we can't let them escape too easily.

Hu Ang's proposal was approved by True Person Xiuyu and True Person Yumei.

"Ahem... To be honest, my battle with Ye Fanchen just now greatly depleted my energy, and I actually suffered some serious internal injuries."

Lan Chang'an coughed twice, his breath weak, and a troubled look on his face.

"Since Elder Xiang is injured, this matter must be dropped."

Hu Ang sighed softly, a look of regret on his face.

The other two female cultivators who had reached the True Core stage also gave up on this idea.

With Ye Fanchen, Golden Core Realm Formation cultivator, escorting the Ye Clan's retreating group, they dared not pursue them without Lan Chang'an's protection.

The three people present were not surprised that Lan Chang'an had suffered internal injuries.

"This boy is indeed injured! If he can easily defeat Ye Fanchen of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, it would be too overpowered for Rogue Cultivator from a small place in the outer realms."

Hu Ang pondered to himself.

His body was fused with the Nascent Soul soul of True Lord Yunlan's Nascent Soul, with the latter taking the lead in his reconstruction. Even if he reached the Late Core Formation, he wouldn't dare say he could reliably defeat Ye Fanchen.

Although he is currently at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm Formation and has inherited the blessings of True Lord, possessing various Secret Method techniques and methods of Nascent Soul Old Monsters, he is by no means a match for Xiang Dalong.

After all, Xiang Dalong and Ye Fanchen are among the best of the Golden Core Realm Formation cultivators.

"If we endure this for another sixty years, we will have no need to fear this person."

"At that time, I will confront Ziyan and, with the help of the sect's resources, return to the Nascent Soul realm."

Hu Ang has a clear plan for the reconstruction.

The reason we haven't confronted our dao companion yet is partly because we lack the strength and fear being nipped in the bud by potential enemies.

On the other hand, by remaining hidden at the mountain gate, he could more easily discover problems within the Cloud Glow Sect, including potential traitors and those with ulterior motives.

His forbearance and hidden strength were a form of secret assistance to his dao companion.

Half a day later, at dawn.

The third-tier Spirit Ship of the Ye Clan cultivators flew out of the Cloud Glow Sect's territory and entered the outer perimeter of the Ye Clan's territory, one of the Four Great Families of the Great Yu.

At this moment, the third-tier Spirit Ship slowed down.

When a third-tier Spirit Ship flies at full speed, its speed is faster than that of an ordinary Core Formation Cultivator, but the consumption and load are quite large, and it cannot be sustained for too long.

In the previous battles, the third-tier Spirit Ship inevitably suffered some damage.

"Uncle Xiang, I still have a mission to complete, so I won't be returning to the Ye Clan. I feel unworthy to accept the remaining half of the reward, so please convey this to the clan leader!"

"Fan Chen has done his best, there's no need to feel guilty. This mission involves the whereabouts of that demon, so please be extremely careful."

Elder Ye Xiang smiled warmly, exchanged a few pleasantries, and watched Ye Fanchen leave.

Ye Fanchen stepped onto a golden sword escape and left in a flash, soon entering the Nine Heavens of Astral Wind.

It flew thousands of miles.

Ye Fanchen felt inexplicably uneasy, and the two ancient swords he carried on his back trembled slightly.

The ancient sword possessed a spiritual quality, and its trembling sound conveyed a hint of fear.

"This is..."

Ye Fanchen felt a chill run down his spine and looked back towards the direction of the Ye Clan's third-tier Spirit Ship, following the direction of the ancient sword's trembling sound.

The area outside the Ye Clan's territory, above the mountains.

The third-tier Spirit Ship weaved through the clouds.

Suddenly, a clear and cold chirping sound echoed from the Nine Heavens of Astral Wind above the clouds.

What's that sound?!

Elder Ye, the Masked Man, and several Pseudo-Core True Person inside the third-tier Spirit Ship felt a tremor in their hearts.

The cultivators' blood trembled, a great terror originating from the depths of their souls spreading through their bodies and minds along with the faint chirping of sparrows, as if a great calamity was about to befall the Unseen.

Elder Ye was restless. He scanned the top of the Spirit Ship with his Divine Sense and felt a chill run down his spine.

A distorted beam of five-colored light, radiating an aura of forbidden destruction, descended from the heavens, piercing through layers of clouds, and heading straight for the third-tier Spirit Ship.

At the end of those five-colored beams of light, the faint outline of a Five-Colored Peacock could be seen, mysterious, ancient, and elegant...

"Five-Colored Peacock?! Quick! Run!"

Elder Ye felt as if he were suffocating, and with a burst of magical Law Power, he managed to let out a roar.

However, just as his voice rang out, the Five-Colored Forbidden-Breaking Beam annihilated all things had already struck its target.

Boom! Crack!

The solid material and powerful array Spirit Ship of the third-tier Spirit Ship were rendered useless, easily destroyed by the Five-Colored Spirit Light.

The Spirit Ship, which was dozens of feet long, was instantly blown open with a huge hole, almost falling apart. Flames raged, and screams of agony rose and fell.

"Ah!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of cultivators were reduced to ashes or left behind charred and mangled corpses in the extinguishing five-colored flames.

The residual force of the explosion alone was enough to instantly melt an unsuspecting Pseudo-Core True Person.

The remaining cultivators were almost all injured and terrified.

With a "bang".

Elder Ye, his clothes charred black, coughed up blood and crawled out of the shattered cabin of the Spirit Ship.

"Five-Colored Peacock! At least Heaven Grade Bloodline, a legendary species possessing a rare True Spirit bloodline..."

The Masked Man was quite far from the Five-Colored Spirit Light and only suffered minor injuries. Looking up at the outline of the Five-Colored Peacock higher in the clouds, he couldn't help but gasp in shock, his heart pounding with fear.

The Five-Colored Spirit Light just now emitted a spiritual pressure that was almost as strong as that of a human Nascent Soul True Lord.

Fortunately, it was a single-target Divine Ability, not a wide-range Law Technique; otherwise, its destructive power would have been even more terrifying.

"Split up and escape!"

Elder Ye didn't even turn his head, not daring to look at the Five-Colored Peacock above the clouds a second time, and took out a near-fourth-tier life-saving Escape Talisman.

Swish swish...

Its form split into several purple phantoms, which moved at a speed exceeding that of the Golden Core Realm Formation cultivator to different directions within a ten-mile radius.

"That old rascal, he runs really fast!"

The Masked Man swiftly summoned a third-tier Flying Boat and flew towards the heart of the Ye Clan's territory.

Although the Ye Clan had a Nascent Soul True Lord who went to negotiate with the royal family, they still had another True Lord stationed in the clan's territory.

Only Nascent Soul Cultivator can deal with this Five-Colored Peacock.

Just then...

A Five-Colored Feather Blade flashed above the clouds, slashing at one of Elder Ye's split purple phantoms almost instantly.

"Senior Peacock--"

Elder Ye felt icy cold all over, filled with utter despair. The speed of the Five-Colored Feather Blade completely exceeded his limits of reaction and evasion.

Boom! Crack!

Elder Ye's defensive magic Law Treasure and protective shield, which he barely managed to activate, were as fragile as paper and instantly broke and went out. The five-colored feather light swept past him, and his body was cut in two from head to toe.

"Not good--"

The Masked Man's Flying Boat had just started moving when he saw this scene, and his legs trembled involuntarily.

Just as he was about to summon his life-saving protective Puppet, his body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes bulged out.

Laugh!

A thinner, Five-Colored Feather Blade grazed the back of the Masked Man's head, killing him while leaving his body relatively intact.

"Senior Peacock, spare my life!"

The collapsing and crashing third-tier Spirit Ship was engulfed in flames. The surviving cultivators either fled frantically for their lives or knelt down and begged for mercy.

Whew!

A cloud of Five-Colored Wind Mist, swirling around the silhouette of a peacock with wings spanning several meters, exuding a chaotic and ancient aura of bloodline, accompanied by the shadow of death and calamity, swept across the low sky above the scene.

No living being dares to look directly at its majestic face.

Those with Divine Sense below the Nascent Soul level cannot perceive the true nature of the Five-Colored Wind Mist.

After a few breaths.

Another noble and aloof chirping sound pierced the clouds.

The noble figure of the Five-Colored Peacock disappeared into the Nine Heavens of Astral Wind above the clouds with a speed comparable to that of Nascent Soul True Lord.

The surviving monks were still in shock, leaving them with an unforgettable memory.

No one noticed the disappearance of the Storage Bag belonging to the Ye Clan elder and the Masked Man.

A few cultivators were amazed by the magnificent beauty of the Five-Colored Peacock.

Years later, an elderly surviving Foundation Establishment, before his death, wrote a book called "The Strange Tales of the Peacock," which tells the poignant love story between a human and a peacock.

(End of this chapter)