Chapter 43: Uninvited Guest (3)

“Wait a moment!” Yu Xi shook her head.

“Alright, then let’s wait a bit longer!” Young Master Yang appeased her.

“Mist shrouds the forest all around us. It appears to be some kind of formation,” Master Wen Ruo frowned.

“A formation? What kind of formation is it?” Saintess Yu Xi asked curiously.

Master Wen Ruo squinted, observing for a while before finally shaking his head. “It seems… it seems to be a Feng Shui formation.”

“Feng Shui formation? Impossible! How could a mere mortal set up a Feng Shui formation?” Young Master Yang said, clearly skeptical.

“Let me take a look!” The dwarf who followed Young Master Yang stepped forward immediately.

“Ding Wugu, you’ve studied the ways of Feng Shui. Tell us, what formation is this?” Young Master Yang said, as if speaking particularly for Saintess Yu Xi’s benefit.

Everyone turned their gaze to the dwarf named Ding Wugu.

He examined the surroundings, his brows deeply furrowed, and at last shook his head.

“Have you figured it out?” Young Master Yang asked.

“No, but what formation could a mortal possibly set up? At best, it’s some obscure and useless formation,” Ding Wugu replied disdainfully.

“That’s true,” Young Master Yang nodded.

But Master Wen Ruo stood with his hands behind his back, shaking his head slightly, squinting as he studied the ground below.

“Hmm? What are those soldiers doing?” Saintess Yu Xi exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked over and saw a soldier pouring a bowl of fresh blood onto a large stone.

“Bang!”

The blood splattered, then surged southward.

“The stench? Such a strong reek of blood!” Ding Wugu’s eyes narrowed.

“A formation?” Young Master Yang called out.

“No, it’s a character,” Master Wen Ruo’s eyes lit up.

“Come, let’s go down!” Master Wen Ruo said, his interest piqued.

“Yes!” The group nodded.

Master Wen Ruo stamped his foot, and their small boat instantly sank, swiftly descending to the ground below. The boat shrank rapidly; he reached out to retrieve it, and the group dropped from low altitude. Only the crane continued to circle overhead.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

Plumes of dust billowed.

Their sudden descent startled the surrounding soldiers.

“Who are you?” a silver-armored soldier shouted.

Master Wen Ruo strode straight toward the large stone, staring intently at the character on it, his eyes filled with wonder.

Saintess Yu Xi came over, scrutinizing the stone, and Young Master Yang pretended to examine the inscription as well.

None of them paid any attention to the soldiers nearby, regarding them as no more than ants.

“Archers, fire!” a commander barked.

Prepared for hunting, their bows and crossbows were already drawn.

On command, a barrage of arrows rained down upon the group of intruders.

“Whizz!” “Whizz!” “Whizz!” …

The silver-armored troops were extremely efficient. Over two thousand arrows shot forth, forming a massive net that thundered towards them. If they were mere mortals, there would be no escaping such a torrent.

But this group was anything but mortal.

One of Saintess Yu Xi’s attendants turned, eyes flashing, and with a gentle wave of his hand—

“Buzz!”

A gigantic wall of energy seemed to materialize around them. The arrows struck the wall and abruptly halted, suspended in mid-air, creating only faint ripples at their tails.

Over two thousand arrows stopped instantly. Over two thousand ripples shimmered like a gentle rain falling on a lake.

The arrows hovered in the air, and the faces of the silver-armored soldiers changed dramatically.

All the soldiers realized something was wrong; this group was not someone they could contend with.

“Azure Dragon, don’t make things difficult for them,” Saintess Yu Xi suddenly spoke.

The black-clad attendant who had been glaring softened his expression. “Yes, Saintess.”

“Clatter!”

The arrows rained down, falling to the ground in a heap.

Meanwhile, in the bamboo hut beyond the grove, a thunderous sound erupted around Yan Chuan once again. Golden light flashed from his body, and he opened his eyes.

“Sixth tier of the Power Realm? Ha!” Yan Chuan breathed out in satisfaction.

“Hm?” Yan Chuan’s eyes narrowed sharply as he looked toward the bamboo door.