Chapter 315: Chapter 232: Grand Wei Treasure Palace, Overwhelming the Entire Scene

Yue Ziqi let out a cold snort. The Taifu Sect’s Daoist ascending to the Golden Position had shaken the Yanfu Vast Land.

The many True Inheritance disciples of Mingcang Marsh shared in the glory.

But when they looked at that last-rate Daoist from the Innate Sect, they couldn’t help but mock him:

"Sixty years isn’t even enough time for me to comprehend a True Skill, yet the Innate Sect vainly attempts to elevate that outsider to a True Monarch... If you ask me, it’s a foolish move."

Yu Changqing agreed:

"When Ji Fuyao ascended to the Golden Position, even with the favor of [Tai Yang], it still took him a full eight hundred years."

"And with a mere sixty years of work, he’s supposed to match eight hundred years of destiny? That’s like trying to leap across the sea while carrying a mountain—it’s simply beyond human ability."

Fu Lizi was one of the few who knew the inside story. He was well aware that the young man, Jiang, had single-handedly upended the schemes of True Monarch Tao within the sect, ultimately winning the attention of Daoist Monarch Xianyou Mingxuan.

And that wasn’t all. While still at the Qi Cultivation realm, he had captured the attention of [Shao Yang] for a full sixty-year cycle, allowing him to draw its golden nature into his body.

By all rights, a Lower Cultivator is nothing but meat on a chopping block for an Upper Cultivator. Yet, by some twist of fate, that young man, Jiang, had escaped True Monarch Tao’s plot to channel [Shao Yang]—an extraordinary feat in itself.

’An anomaly... is what turns the impossible into the possible.’

Fu Lizi mused internally before his expression turned serious. He said:

"Do not use the limited perspective of a Lower Cultivator to speculate on the machinations of Daoist Monarchs and Great Powers. Your vision is too narrow; you see but a single corner of the world. Wait until you have ascended to such heights yourselves. It will not be too late then to debate the paths of the Dao."

At Fu Lizi’s words, the crowd instantly fell silent.

He and Lou Zhenxiao were firmly established as the top True Inheritance disciples. In numerous Mingcang Sword Duels, no disciple had ever dared to challenge them, a testament to their extraordinary status.

Lou Zhenxiao had earned his reputation through constant victories in Magical Combat, fighting his way to the top.

As for Fu Lizi, he hailed from the great Fu clan, and he also had the well-known moniker of "True Master Duobao."

Unless one’s Cultivation was high enough to completely overwhelm him, it was nearly impossible to gain any advantage against him in Magical Combat.

Even a junior like Yue Ziqi, whose ambitions were as high as the heavens, had to curb his arrogance before this Senior Brother Fu Lizi.

"Someone from the Innate Sect is here."

Yu Changqing sat atop a cloud, Magical Power billowing from him like a tidal wave. He was like a colossal, sky-piercing tree, its thousand gnarled branches and myriad leaves twisting through the air.

Hearing this, Yue Ziqi smiled.

"Feng Yuan didn’t come himself, sending a junior instead. He’s clearly looking down on us."

"Fine. We’ll teach him a little lesson."

With that, Yue Ziqi flicked his sleeve, and a wisp of smoke instantly billowed out.

The mist was murky and heavy, like silt from a riverbed. Driven by Magical Power, it swelled in an instant to cover a thousand-zhang area, blotting out the sky and moon.

The commotion startled the entire giant island. The Disciples from the Innate Sect’s eight peaks, along with numerous other Cultivators who had come to watch the spectacle, all looked up.

The accompanying disciples from Li Peak looked worried.

"Senior Brother Feng, there’s something strange about this mist."

Feng Yuan extended his Divine Sense, but it couldn’t penetrate the heavy, murky mist. It felt as if his consciousness had plunged to the bottom of a dark river, surrounded by absolute blackness.

He frowned, thinking to himself:

’Junior Brother Liu specializes in the Water Element and has also studied Thunder Techniques. He can summon wind and thunder with a mere flick of his wrist... I wonder if he can break through this mist.’

Meanwhile, Liu Jing had flown into the air. Seeing the churning mist, thick with Dense Qi, obscuring the Taifu Sect’s True Inheritance disciples on their cloud, his expression turned grim.

He formed the hand seals for a Technique and summoned a great gale to disperse the mist, but it was imbued with Magical Power. It was too dense to scatter; despite the howling wind, it remained as solid as a rock.

’Water clouds birth mist, gathering murk and absorbing yin. My opponent also cultivates the Water Element. They might have even reached the stage of [Water Virtue]—an expert with immense Magical Power!’

Liu Jing was an Ancestral Sect disciple, after all. He had a keen eye and understood the situation at once.

But he had volunteered for this task; how could he be willing to turn back now?

If he didn’t show some skill now, how could he ever establish himself in the sect, let alone contend for a True Inheritance position?

In a flash, Liu Jing reached into his sleeve and pulled out a Copper Mirror. He poured twenty to thirty percent of his Magical Power into it and hung it suspended above his head.

"Activate!"

With a sharp cry, the mirror’s surface instantly shot out a hundred rays of brilliant light, illuminating the rolling mist and blasting open a clearing ten zhang wide.

’I’d almost forgotten. Junior Brother Liu has a mid-grade Magical Treasure, the ’Obstruction-Clearing Copper Mirror’.’

Feng Yuan felt a little more at ease. The Obstruction-Clearing Copper Mirror was empowered by the Dao Foundation mystery [Cleansing the Turbid Yin], giving it the power to dispel illusions and destroy murky flows.

Atop the cloud, Yu Changqing laughed.

"Junior Brother Yue, it seems you’ve underestimated the disciples of the Innate Sect."

"With a Magical Treasure protecting him, he should be able to pass through your ’Nine-Bend Soul-Bewildering Smoke’."

Yue Ziqi said coolly,

"My technique isn’t so easily broken. Just watch, Senior Brother Yu."

His words piqued Yu Changqing’s interest. He looked down and saw Liu Jing under the Obstruction-Clearing Copper Mirror, wreathed in brilliant light as he held back the surging tide of murky mist and turbid yin.

The Profound Light streaked across the sky, covering dozens of li in an instant.

Yet, seen from above, Liu Jing was merely twisting and turning, never getting very far at all.

’So that’s it. Junior Brother Yue deliberately lured him deeper to exhaust his Magical Power.’

Yue Ziqi burst into laughter.

"My ’Nine-Bend Soul-Bewildering Smoke’ was refined from eighteen Water Veins."

"When one first enters, its power is not apparent. But the deeper you go, the swifter the watery currents become and the more they shift, making it impossible to get your bearings. You become completely disoriented, and are eventually trapped inside to die."

"If Feng Yuan doesn’t personally intervene, he’ll have to sit back and watch his junior brother fall into a death trap!"

After about the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Liu Jing finally realized something was wrong. Alarm bells screamed in his mind.

He urged his Profound Light to fly like a shooting star, but after all this time, he was still just going in circles within the roiling mist.

’The mirror’s light only illuminates about ten zhang. I can’t get my bearings, and this mist blocks my Divine Sense...’

Liu Jing realized he’d been tricked. The mist seemed to cover a thousand zhang, but it actually twisted and wound back on itself like a waterway with a hundred bends and turns.

All this time, he hadn’t gotten far at all; he was just flying in circles.

’I can’t just wait here to die!’

Gritting his teeth, Liu Jing flew forward while channeling his Magical Power, unleashing hundreds of lightning bolts in an attempt to shatter the mist and find a sliver of hope for survival.

But he had already consumed a great deal of Magical Power using the Obstruction-Clearing Copper Mirror. Now, when he tried to scatter the mist with lightning, he found his strength was insufficient.

Especially as Liu Jing went deeper, the turbid yin energy crashed against him like a raging tide, an endless ocean pouring down wave after wave, giving him no chance to breathe.

Another half an incense stick’s time passed. The Obstruction-Clearing Copper Mirror hanging overhead grew dimmer. Of the hundred brilliant rays it once emitted, only seven or eight remained, like a candle guttering in the wind, about to be extinguished.

"Oh no! Senior Brother Liu is trapped in there!"

A disciple cried out in alarm from the Zhen Peak encampment.

Feng Yuan sighed softly. This Yue Ziqi of the Taifu Sect was truly worthy of being a True Inheritance disciple who had fought his way to the top. Not only were his Daoist Techniques profound, but he was also incredibly shrewd and calculating.

If Liu Jing had unleashed his Thunder Technique from the very beginning, regardless of the cost, he might have been able to brute-force his way through the mist.

But Yue Ziqi deliberately made him think he could rely on his Magical Treasure, leading him step by step into the trap he had laid.

"Do not panic."

Feng Yuan’s expression was calm as he shook out his sleeve and said,

"I will go rescue Junior Brother Liu."

At this point, only he could personally intervene to save Liu Jing’s life.

Just as Feng Yuan was about to leap up and use a Daoist Technique to destroy the Nine-Bend Soul-Bewildering Smoke, the sky suddenly trembled with the sound of muffled thunder rolling swiftly past.

The True Inheritance disciple of Li Peak froze, his gaze lifting to the sky, where the reflection of a colossal palace nearly a thousand zhang in size appeared in his eyes.

"The Grand Wei Treasure Palace! It’s the Daoist’s chariot!"

A look of joy appeared on Feng Yuan’s face.

Sure enough, as the colossal palace slowly drifted closer, golden light and rainbow clouds filled the sky, causing the Spiritual Energy for a hundred li in every direction to boil violently.

The Nine-Bend Soul-Bewildering Smoke that Yue Ziqi had released was directly beneath the Grand Wei Treasure Palace.

The immense radiance emanating from the colossal palace pulsed, and the roiling mist, as if brushed aside by an invisible hand, instantly disintegrated.

Liu Jing, trapped in the mist, was already exhausted and had fallen into despair. He never expected such a sudden turn of events. The thick, turbid yin seemed to be washed away, growing thin.

He quickly seized the opportunity, squeezing out the last of his Magical Power to summon his Profound Light. Wrapping himself in raging wind and thunder, he crossed a thousand zhang and broke out into the open sky!

’Senior Brother Feng must have saved me...’

Having narrowly escaped death, Liu Jing was filled with gratitude. He looked up, only to see the colossal palace pushing aside the very air as it slowly descended with a deafening RUMBLE.

"The Daoist... How can it be the Daoist!"

The True Inheritance disciples of the Taifu Sect had originally planned to occupy the sky, gathering auspicious clouds and spreading them for several li to assert their dominance over the Innate Sect.

But this Grand Wei Treasure Palace, a creation that had taken hundreds of years to refine, was simply immense. Its power was so great it seemed capable of crushing the very void.

The figures seated on the cloud looked on helplessly, having no choice but to move aside.

This was the Daoist’s personal chariot. For any one of them to obstruct it would be tantamount to declaring war on the entire Innate Sect.

"A last-rate Daoist with little skill, but he certainly puts on a big show!"

Yue Ziqi watched the grand palace slowly descend, his voice laced with resentment.