Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 283: Elder Si Jie

"Let’s go!"

Ouyang Daoyong led the way up ahead, with Zhong Lin and Wan Pu following closely behind. The three soared into the sky, speeding towards the direction of the Purple Cloud Sect.

They no longer paid any attention to the chaotic scene behind them.

The rules of the Seven Star Secret Realm state that once you enter, life and death are your own responsibility.

For loose cultivator martial artists, only one in ten survive. Sect disciples also suffer heavy casualties, with some sect disciples perishing entirely, causing the sect elders waiting outside to roar angrily.

High above the sky, Ouyang Daoyong stood tall and long, riding the wind, his robe flapping dramatically in the breeze. The smile on his face never faded. His first disciple had already found Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects that matched his attributes. He only needed to go into seclusion for a while to condense his Spiritual Body and break through to the Spirit Embryo Realm.

Elder Zhong, whom he had always worried about, also returned safely.

The Purple Cloud Sect was on the verge of rising, and how could he not be excited about it?

"Wan Pu, did you encounter anyone from Fuyun Valley?"

Ouyang Daoyong asked inquisitively.

Previously, he had seen Si Jie from Fuyun Valley storm off angrily, aware that all six of Fuyun Valley’s members had perished in the Secret Realm, with no survivors, and even their sect’s inherited Spiritual Treasure Bow had been lost, which was a significant loss.

Fuyun Valley is located on Island No. 35, quite a distance from their Purple Cloud Sect, and there isn’t much interaction. However, the arrogant nature of Fuyun Valley made him dislike them, and now seeing them suffer setbacks naturally brought him a sense of satisfaction.

Wan Pu shook his head and said, "It’s strange. In the Secret Realm, I did not see any disciples from Fuyun Valley, nor did I see them in the central area."

The disciples of Fuyun Valley were not weak, and the central area was rich in Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, with numerous spirit grasses and spiritual medicine. They would definitely go there, but they were not to be seen.

Ouyang Daoyong pondered slightly, thinking that Fuyun Valley was truly unfortunate. It seemed they must have offended someone they shouldn’t have before even getting close to the central area and were slaughtered entirely.

Beside him, Zhong Lin, who had not spoken, had a divine light flickering in his eyes, feeling the Spiritual Bow placed in his Storage Bracelet, silent.

Even if Fuyun Valley found out, so what?

With the Eighth Layer of the Dragon Elephant Golden Body cultivation completed, he no longer feared Divine Soul attacks, and even if Yunling Realm martial artists attacked, he could fight and conquer them.

On the entire Luoxing Islands, apart from the Feng Lan Sword Lord of the Seven Stars Sect, Zhong Lin feared no one.

Laughing and joking, Zhong Lin suddenly sensed a powerful aura approaching their direction.

Subconsciously, he halted, frowning slightly, gazing towards the side.

At this time, Ouyang Daoyong also seemed to sense something and stopped as well.

"Master, what’s wrong?"

Seeing his master’s expression, Wan Pu also looked in the same direction, but he saw nothing.

A few breaths later, he saw clouds and mist rolling ahead, accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder.

As the commotion in the clouds grew larger, Ouyang Daoyong’s expression suddenly changed.

"No good, it’s that old ghost Si Jie from Fuyun Valley."

Previously, outside the Secret Realm, Ouyang Daoyong saw the showy entrances of various sects, among which Fuyun Valley’s presence was the most conspicuous.

It wasn’t that they were arrogant—no matter how arrogant, they wouldn’t dare show off in front of the Fierce Sun Palace and the Seven Stars Sect—it was mainly due to their cultivation technique.

The cultivation technique Fuyun Valley practiced was called "Cloud Thunder Mirror". Whenever they made a move, clouds and wind followed, and thunder rumbled ominously, with an overwhelming sense of crushing the sky, creating an extremely impressive momentum.

The commotion in the distance was exactly the same as the one when Fuyun Valley came to the Seven Star Secret Realm.

So Ouyang Daoyong immediately realized that people from Fuyun Valley had most likely come, and it was aimed at them.

While pondering, the old ghost Si Jie from Fuyun Valley was getting closer, stepping on clouds with storms following him. Thunder rumbled ominously, a tsunami-like momentum rolling in, surging powerful enough to make the air seem heavy, hard to breathe.

"Elder Zhong, the old ghost Si Jie comes fiercely. It’s probably not good. Please help protect Wan Pu, I will handle the rest."

Stepping forward, he shielded the two behind him.

The clouds dispersed, and Si Jie’s figure appeared before the three, his expression icy cold, blood-red eyes full of a devouring intent.

"Old ghost Si Jie, coming with such fervor, what’s the matter?"

Ouyang Daoyong stood with his black robe fluttering, standing with both hands behind his back in the void, looking at the approaching Si Jie, speaking calmly.

Si Jie glanced at Ouyang Daoyong briefly before his gaze settled on Zhong Lin behind him.

"Who is he?"

Although Ouyang Daoyong was puzzled as to why Si Jie asked about Zhong Lin, he remained composed and said, "Naturally, he is a person of my Purple Cloud Sect."

Si Jie laughed in rage, "Good, good, good, you Purple Cloud Sect have some nerve to hunt down Fuyun Valley disciples. Prepare to die."

The old ghost Si Jie glared with fury. He already learned from others that disciples Feng Cang and Ye Mengxing perished at Zhong Lin’s hand, and even the Spiritual Artifact Wuxuan Bow was taken by him. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear Zhong Lin limb from limb to vent his anger.

As he spoke, purple and green thunder light flickered in Si Jie’s pupils, with a cloud aura spreading from his surroundings.

"Old ghost Si Jie, what are you trying to do? Is there some misunderstanding?" Ouyang Daoyong frowned tightly.

Ouyang Daoyong did not expect that the old ghost Si Jie would want to make a move without a word. Although fearless, he didn’t want to fight for no reason.

Zhong Lin sighed slightly, then a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

As expected, deal with the small fry and the big fish comes.

Then let them all die!

Suddenly stepping forward, with a sound akin to a thunderstorm, Zhong Lin’s body surged with an overwhelming aura.

Standing next to Zhong Lin, Wan Pu was directly sent flying, and Ouyang Daoyong instinctively turned his head, shocked at the unfamiliar Zhong Lin.

A domineering Fist Intent boiled over everyone present, as if a divine deity was sitting in the void, filling them with infinite awe.

Rumbling!

In a terrifying noise, Zhong Lin suddenly struck, resembling an explosion of countless thunderstorms.

A torrent of blood Qi surged tumultuously around Zhong Lin, the Dragon Elephant circling his right arm, with dragon roars and elephant cries echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Zhong Lin’s right arm rose from his waist to his chest, and his five fingers suddenly closed like five great mountains, forming a Fist Seal, which he thrust towards the old ghost Si Jie from several dozen meters away.

It was no more than a simple "Chong Fist".

A shrill wailing akin to the howling of ghosts and wolves echoed across several miles around as Zhong Lin struck. Even Wan Pu, who was blasted dozens of meters away, couldn’t help but clasp his head, crying out in pain, and retreated in terror.

Ouyang Daoyong was equally astounded, as if seeing Zhong Lin for the first time.

Rumbling!

It was as if a hundred-foot-high wave crashed down in the middle of the sea, causing the entire void to congeal at that moment. The air became viscous, making it hard to breathe.

Such terror! Such explosiveness!