After He Ping's words startled the two away, he chose one of them and quickly chased after him in the south. At least the other one was taken care of by " Bijialuo " from the Twelve Golden Generals.
"I had suspected this mission wouldn't be simple, after all, a mission requiring the involvement of the ' Twelve Golden Generals ' couldn't be too easy... However, I didn't expect the Xiao Clan to be connected with forces like Dao Xuan Pure Current Myriad Forms Sect!"
The Xiao Clan family must have sensed the danger, which is why they split up and fled. They prepared "bait" decoys, either openly or secretly, to attract the attention of the Eastern Esoteric School people. They also found experts from the cultivation world to escort them along the way, which can be considered a thorough plan.
"We've also received a message from Yu Jue's side. Besides the people from the Myriad Forms Sect Dao Xuan Pure Current and the experts from the Wan Xiang Sect, the Xiao Clan seems to have also brought in some experts from the Rogue Cultivator. Putting aside the Xiao Clan family's connections, what I find most strange is that Miqiluo and the other six of the Twelve Golden Generals seem to be secretly engaged in some kind of scheme to ensure that this 'rooting out the weeds' mission can be carried out smoothly!"
Throughout the flight, He Ping squinted and pondered carefully.
Miqiluo is an entry-level master who cultivates the < Ghost Slashing Flying Qi > technique. This person is extraordinary in both cultivation and strength. The fact that such a master has been sent on a mission suggests that this "killing Xiao" matter is likely related to the power struggle within the imperial court.
"Forget it, the affairs of the Great You Dynasty are far removed from my life. I just need to play the role of ' Moxiuluo ' well and keep this disguise in mind..."
He Ping didn't know much about this Imperial Censor Xiao, and he had never even heard of him before. He didn't care about Xiao's life or death, or even the lives of the more than one hundred members of the Xiao Clan. He would only go through the motions of hunting down the Xiao Clan.
"But the act still needs to be convincing. Whether things are done well or not is not important, and whether there are significant results is not important either! What's important is to 'perform' as well as possible in front of the higher-ups... By the way, those two people who ran there were actually disciples of the Myriad Forms Sect."
Previously, He Ping had already discovered the whereabouts of the two people and guessed that they were disciples of the Myriad Forms Sect.
" The Myriad Forms Sect? I remember that sect. They also have a Daoist cultivation method called the < Myriad Phenomena Thousand Illusions Diagram >. Among the Daoist cultivation methods, it ranks low, practically at the bottom."
The cultivators of the Myriad Forms Sect practice the orthodox Daoist method, the Myriad Phenomena Thousand Illusions Diagram. This orthodox method originated from talismanic arts and illusion techniques, emphasizing the Dao of "exhausting the divine and knowing transformation, and the harmonious union of all things." When cultivated to a high level, one can draw rivers on the ground, gather soil into mountains, exhale to create heat and cold, and cough to create rain and dew. The true Daoist methods of the Myriad Manifestations Sect may not be particularly fierce, but when it comes to the transformation between reality and illusion, the ever-changing nature of the methods is indeed not to be underestimated.
He Ping chased after him for half the distance before he noticed that the sickly-looking man, while flying away, had also casually set up several illusions, each transforming into a figure enveloped in a bubble-like sphere, darting around in all directions.
These illusions are almost indistinguishable from reality, their forms and appearances so distinct that even the most discerning eyes would find them difficult to see through.
The sickly-looking man secretly concealed his aura, moving like a ghost, his figure drifting and swaying as he fled in another direction.
"Excellent tactic!"
He Ping asked himself honestly, if he had not yet entered the Dao, he would surely have been deceived by these illusions that were difficult to distinguish from reality, and would have been unable to identify the other party's true identity.
"Unfortunately, this kind of illusion technique is useless against a true master of the Dao... At least, in the eyes of a master, this level of illusion is far from sufficient!"
He had originally come after them with a "let's just get by" attitude. If he could catch the person, great; if not, he'd just find an excuse to get rid of him. He wasn't really one of the " Twelve Golden Generals," so what did the success or failure of the Eastern Esoteric School Plan have to do with him?
Besides, he was only hunting down the Xiao Clan family's documents, not Xiao Si'an himself, so there was no need to waste his energy on it.
However, after a brief exchange with the sickly-looking man, he was struck by the man's incredible illusions and, seeing an opportunity, gave chase.
"This is terrible! I don't know where all these experts from Eastern Esoteric School came from. I used our sect's secret ' Cloud Transformation Mist Illusion Technique ' to cast all sorts of illusions, but I still couldn't stop them..."
Ming Zitu produced a precious pearl, which faintly formed a mist that enveloped his entire body. A gust of wind rose beneath him, propelling him forward through the dense forest. This pearl was a gift from his sect, named the " Hidden Spirit Pearl."
The Hidden Spirit Pearl has the wondrous power of invisibility. With a shake, it can release a cloud of mist that can envelop the entire body and render it invisible, making it impossible for others to detect its presence.
But this time, his tried-and-true method failed him; the man stayed right behind him, and he couldn't shake him off no matter what he did.
Whoosh!
In the dark, dense forest, a whirlwind suddenly arose from nowhere, its force extremely strange, blowing countless blades of grass and withered leaves into the air.
In an instant, a high-pitched, thin voice laughed in the wind.
"Boy, your ' Cloud Transformation Mist Illusion Technique ' is still a bit lacking."
In the woods, that eerie, shrill voice came from all directions, growing ever more shrill as it drew nearer.
"If you don't have any other skills, then stay here!"
The last four words, with their long, drawn-out endings, seemed to stretch on and on in the wind.
"Stay..."
"Stay..."
"Leave..."
"Bring it on..."
Ming Zitu changed abruptly. In that instant, the sharp, delicate, and colorful sounds almost invaded the area within half a foot of him.
In his horror, a buzzing sound filled his ears. He couldn't help but scream. It turned out that the sound was piercing and could shake one's soul. It was a sonic attack combining the " Green Bat Thought Technique " with Secret Method of the Devil Palace lineage.
Ming Zitu flying halfway when he couldn't help but spit out blood. This demonic sound was extraordinary; his soul felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. The precious pearl made a cracking sound, and the mist that had been formed was also shattered. His body, which had been hidden in the void, involuntarily fell from the sky.
Just behind, a figure as ghostly as a phantom, trailing a long plume of yellow smoke, flew close to the ground and caught up.
"Escape is impossible; we have no choice but to fight this master of unorthodox methods."
Ming Zitu frowned slightly, holding the swaddled baby in one right hand and raising his left hand with a flick of his wrist. In his left palm was a dried-out fruit pit, and he chanted a spell rapidly.
"I plant my own seeds, I cultivate my own trees; they bloom in spring, bear fruit in autumn; the fruit ripens naturally, as I please, as I desire..."
The seed twitched slightly, and with the infusion of divine spiritual power, it instantly swelled up and transformed into a bright red fruit.
After the fruit formed, it split into four lobes from the top, and then into eight lobes. From the rotten pulp, a short tree grew.
The sapling, its tender branches swaying, appeared in Ming Zitu's palm. This was another Secret Method of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, called the " Peach Planting Fruit Growing Technique." As the sapling in his palm took shape, a gust of yin wind stirred, and countless leaves swirled up.
Catalyzed by Ming Zitu, the sapling swayed. As the power of the divine soul flowed, flying leaves swirled in the air, each leaf imprinted with runes. They flew through the air with a whooshing sound, like a whirlwind stirring up dust, which then transformed into a dense array of blades that spun towards the descending black figure.
He Ping sneered, and with a flick of his right hand, the " Endless Cloak " draped over his body expanded. The leaves that had transformed into sword talismans were sucked into the cloak and flew into the shadow of the " Endless Cloak ".
"It's only polite to return what you've received, so here you go!"
He shook his cloak and once again used the " Body Shifting Great Mantra " to "spit" the blade talisman leaf out of the shadow space, stirring up a whirlwind of blade formation that attacked Ming Zitu in return.
Ming Zitu exclaimed "Good!", clasped his hands together, held the sapling in his palm, and then opened it again; there was another fruit pit.
Whoosh! As the countless blade-shaped talisman leaves blew by, they were caught by the fruit pit. In the blink of an eye, the fruit pit swelled up again and turned back into the shape of a small tree.
"The result is the mind, and the mind is the result; change follows the mind, and everything follows me."
He lifted the sapling in his palm, and the leaves rustled and trembled. In an instant, they split into thousands of fine threads that shot into the air like thousands of arrows and sharp blades, flying towards He Ping.