Don't Get the Wrong Idea
Although both are called Purple Cloud Mountain, the Purple Cloud Mountain where Lu Bai is currently located does not have any maple forests that are as red as fire.
It covers a very large area; it would be more accurate to call it the Purple Cloud Mountain Range than Purple Cloud Mountain.
Walking in the mountains, almost everything you see is a verdant mountain peak.
With its towering rocks and ancient, vigorous pines, it's perfectly suitable as a scenic area.
Lu Bai had no intention of joining up with the Qingwang Sect. In any case, given their cultivation levels, they couldn't possibly offer him any help, so he might as well let them do as they pleased.
After making the decision, he flew at low altitude straight towards the highest peak in the mountains.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the outstanding young generation will eventually head to this highest peak located in the heart of Purple Cloud Mountain.
It is obvious that the number of thousands of disciples from the immortal sects scattered throughout the Purple Clouds is not as exaggerated as a cup of water being poured into the ocean.
In terms of a cultivator's mobility, it's at most like pouring a cup of water into a fish tank.
In just a short while, Lu Bai sensed a lot of Mana fluctuations, clearly indicating that many disciples from various immortal sects had already started fighting.
Lu Bai's flamboyant method of traveling by flying naturally attracted the attention of many disciples from various immortal sects along the way, but so far no one has made a move against him.
After all, it's rumored that he defeated Xi Ao Yan, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, in one move, and is suspected of having entered the Golden Core stage. Anyone who doesn't have confidence in themselves wouldn't dare challenge a powerhouse like Lu Bai.
However, the fact that no one provoked him doesn't mean no one asked him for help.
Just as Lu Bai was about to leap over a stone forest, an urgent female voice rang out from below.
"Is the visitor Senior Brother Lu Bai from the Qingwang Sect?"
The voice contained a joyful surprise, as if he had been given a chance at life, which made Lu Bai subconsciously look down.
Then he saw the young woman who had shouted be punched and sent flying, blood spurting out, her long, black hair stained with blood and becoming disheveled.
Seeing this, Lu Bai also stopped and stood suspended in mid-air.
After a quick glance around, the situation below seemed quite simple.
There were two groups of people: one group consisted of three muscular men, and the other group consisted of five female cultivators with different appearances.
Although the female cultivators outnumbered the others, they were clearly being overwhelmed and had no choice but to call for reinforcements.
Seeing their senior sister severely injured and on the verge of death, one of the younger junior sisters quickly called out to Lu Bai.
"Our Fongong Academy has been on good terms with the Qingwang Sect for generations. Now that we are in trouble, we earnestly hope that Senior Brother Lu Bai will lend us a helping hand!"
Before Lu Bai could figure it out, the three muscular men on the other side spoke up again.
The leader stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Fellow Daoist Lü, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you can leave now, our Golden Scale Holy Land will be indebted to you for this favor."
Lu Bai could easily sense that the three disciples of the Golden Scale Holy Land were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, while among the five disciples of the Fongong Academy, only two were at the Foundation Establishment, and both were only at the early Foundation Establishment stage.
In this situation, let alone a Golden Core cultivator, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would be a force capable of disrupting the balance.
Both groups stared intently at Lu Bai, waiting for him to make a decision.
In comparison, the Golden Scale Holy Land side seemed more relaxed.
In their view, given the prestige of their own Golden Scale Holy Land, no normal person would want to offend them easily. Moreover, they hadn't asked Lu Bai for help; they just wanted him to pretend he didn't see them and leave.
"Is your Golden Scale Holy Land really this unreasonable?!" The junior sister from the Fongong Academy was so angry she was about to cry.
The muscular man at the head of the group curled his lip in disdain. "Blame your Young Academy Master for being ungrateful, daring to refuse to become a Daoist partner with the Holy Son."
Listening to the conversation between the two sides, Lu Bai suddenly felt a toothache.
I initially thought the two groups were fighting over some kind of treasure, but it turns out it was just this simple incident.
This made him feel somewhat bored, so he activated his spiritual power and prepared to continue flying towards the center of Purple Cloud Mountain.
Just then, the muscular leader, seeing that Lu Bai had given his answer through action, smiled with satisfaction and said, "Fellow Daoist Lü, you have made a wise choice. I will tell the Holy Son about this. Even if the Holy Son does not allow you to follow, he will certainly reward you."
Lu Bai had already flown a short distance when he heard this, so he turned back.
His smile grew even brighter, "You seem to have misunderstood something."
"What's the meaning?"
The muscular man in the lead was slightly taken aback.
Lu Bai didn't explain. He raised his hand, mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and condensed a huge spiritual energy palm print, which he then slammed down in an instant.
The palm print, composed purely of spiritual energy, resembled a majestic mountain, exuding a grand and imposing aura, and enveloped the three disciples of the Golden Scale Holy Land within its attack range.
The difference between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core is not as vast as heaven and earth, but it is not something that ordinary people can bridge.
Even under the threat of death, the three disciples of the Golden Scale Holy Land tried every means possible, but were still powerless.
The palm print felt like a mountain pressing down, instantly shattering the proudly resilient bodies of the Golden Scale Holy Land disciples, killing them all.
The situation changed too quickly; the female disciples of the Fongong Academy didn't even have time to react. By the time they realized they had escaped a desperate situation, Lu Bai had already flown far away.
On the high platform of Ziyun City.
The middle-aged man, whose skin shimmered with golden light, snorted coldly and stood up to look at Elder Wang.
"Wang the Gambler, your Qingwang Sect disciples are quite skilled."
The immortal sects naturally possess secret techniques for recording images.
To prevent cheating, the entire process in Purple Cloud Mountain was broadcast live.
Therefore, it's quite remarkable that this elder of the Golden Scale Holy Land didn't retaliate or harm anyone after seeing his three talented disciples killed by Lu Bai with a single slap.
Elder Wang felt a headache coming on, but since things had already happened, he couldn't just back down. He gritted his teeth and retorted, "What? Can't you handle losing? If you can't play, then don't play."
"Okay, okay."
The elder of the Golden Scale Holy Land laughed in anger, said nothing more, and sat back down in his seat.
An elderly woman with a face full of wrinkles had a complicated expression.
She was the Captain the Fongong Academy this time. She only gave Elder Wang a grateful look and didn't speak, mainly because she didn't dare to offend the Golden Scale Holy Land.
The Golden Scale Saint Son sat cross-legged in the air, his whole body shimmering with golden light, exuding a heavy and fierce aura.
He quickly received the message from his own holy land disciple before his death, and his eyes flashed with undisguised killing intent.
"Lu Bai, is that right?"
He transitioned from a seated to a standing posture. During this process, his body crackled and popped as if thunder was striking, and even the air vibrated.
Noticing his movement, the Golden Scale Holy Land disciple, who had just severely injured an opponent, turned around and cautiously asked, "Holy Son, what's going on?"
The Golden Scale Saint Son's killing intent surged.
"There's a fool who doesn't know his own limitations; he needs to be given despair."