Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 314 - 256: No Loyalty

"Retreat!"

Damn, how can we keep fighting when a new divine technique appears every moment.

These old guys have been mingling in the Cultivator Realm for years, always digging pits for others, never expecting to fall into one themselves.

If this continues, we’re really going to lose.

Miao Zuesen didn’t hesitate and spoke to the two beside him.

"No, my shield is a top-notch Defensive Magical Treasure, and I haven’t retrieved it yet."

Wang Ruhai looked anxious, unwilling to retreat. He was the only one among them who suffered significant losses; the others merely got beaten.

But the Miaoyin Shield is irreplaceable.

He took the most hits, losing the most.

He couldn’t leave, not even if it cost him his life.

"Old Three, if the stuff is gone, it’s gone. This kid is too uncanny. Three types of divine techniques—who can do that?"

Qu Buzhi quickly comforted him. Honestly, seeing Han Yu reveal card after card, he was also anxious.

Miao Zuesen directly said, "This guy surely has more up his sleeve. We, the Eight Oddities of Celestial City Peak, can’t fall here, let’s retreat!"

As they spoke, the Water Dragon Vortex surged downwards, and twelve huge palms continuously slapped down, as eight White Dragons roared and charged at them.

Thinking of leaving? None of you will get away.

Han Yu leaped and charged towards them on the White Dragon.

"I’m done with you."

Qu Buzhi became furious. We’re all old bones here, and yet you’re acting all childish with me?

The large Golden Bell swayed, emanating a series of dull sounds, with soundwaves spreading out.

After resisting the Water Dragon, Qu Buzhi immediately tossed the bell above his head, casting an Imperial Decree, causing the bell to expand and cover him completely.

Even as the gigantic palms slapped down, the resonant chimes spread, yet could never break through.

Miao Zuesen frowned. Though he said nothing, his expression wasn’t good.

The White Dragon roared as it approached. His entire cultivation relied on the auxiliary effects of Pills; his offensive abilities were decent, but his defenses were lacking. Thus, he decisively took a pill similar to the one Wang Ruhai used, his whole body turning pitch black as his elderly frame became suddenly robust and sturdy.

Copper Skin Iron Bone Pill!

He enveloped himself with all available spiritual power, then suddenly shot out.

Escaping without a fight...

Yes, he didn’t even consider defense, choosing instead to escape into the Void.

"Boss, you..."

Wang Ruhai was anxious; he didn’t expect the boss to make a run for it without a word, leaving the three of them unable to fight—now with only two left...

As he was fretting, he saw a Golden Bell swiftly move past his eyes, containing the dizzy Qu Buzhi inside.

This old thing is escaping too!

Wang Ruhai was almost in tears. A bunch of old fellows, with no sense of camaraderie.

"Heh heh!"

In a flash, Han Yu was in front of him, issuing a strange laugh.

A sense of foreboding surged within Wang Ruhai, then he saw a massive fist accompanied by a gust of wind and thunder crashing down.

He desperately unleashed spiritual power, forming a gigantic protective shield.

The huge fist shattered the shield with a bang, then hit his chest without any hindrance.

At that moment, Wang Ruhai felt like his whole life was flashing before his eyes.

No time for reflection, the tremendous force viciously drove him into the beach, creating a deep pit...

Meanwhile, Miao Zuesen continued to escape into the Void, with the Golden Bell trailing far behind.

Further back, he could already see Han Yu closing in, riding the White Dragon amidst the sound of its chant.

"Boss, he’s catching up. We aren’t as fast as he is."

Qu Buzhi’s voice came urgently from within the bell.

Miao Zuesen’s expression turned grim. Glancing back, he too felt panic—he hadn’t been this embarrassed in years.

Unable to win the fight, and not even being able to flee fast enough.

The fourth one, that old turtle, made us act, but ran when he sensed danger.

The third one was useless, failing to buy even a second of time.

The second one, even more timid, was reluctant to abandon the bell during the escape, dampening any speed.

Then he thought of something, with a peculiar look he spoke up, without knowing if anyone could see.

"We can still escape."

"How? We can’t outrun him."

Inside the bell, Qu Buzhi was perplexed and questioned.

"As long as I can run faster than you."

After saying this, Miao Zuesen’s speed increased significantly, clearly determined not to wait for Qu Buzhi.

"I... I, you’re a bastard."

Qu Buzhi immediately grasped the meaning, jumping up and trying to catch up, but Miao Zuesen’s figure receded further into the distance.

"Hold on, I’ll gather reinforcements and come back for you."

He could only hear Miao Zuesen’s distant voice.

Inside the Golden Bell, Qu Buzhi felt the world collapsing while the sounds of dragon’s chant grew nearer...

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Small village.

The cave had long been in ruins, with the entire mountain top blown away, revealing the blue sky through a large gap.

The villagers lay scattered—some on the ground, some standing, others never to wake again.

A small deer gently licked Qing Wan’s arm, nudging her until she snapped back to reality.

"My eyes..."

Someone wailed, but Qing Wan remained dazed.

The deer wore a human-like sorrow, sprinting to the pool.

"Yoo!"

A cry filled with sadness resonated, and blue light rose from the pool, scattering in mid-air, falling upon everyone.

Qing Wan blinked, a glimmer appeared, gradually clearing her vision.

The surrounding cries seemed to quiet as villagers discovered their eyes had healed, standing with tears covering their faces.

But those still grounded had no signs of life; the deer, thinking its power insufficient, kept running back to the pool.

With each mournful cry, countless rays of light descended on the deceased villagers, but they remained still forever.

"Lord Mountain Spirit, they... they are gone."

Qing Wan hugged the deer’s head, her voice mournful.

"Yoo..."

The deer let out a mournful cry.

"You must go! They’ll come back for you."

Suddenly Qing Wan pushed the deer.

This village never had anything others coveted, aside from the Mountain Spirit and the plants it cultivated.

Now that the Mountain Spirit was exposed, it was no longer safe.

Relying on them, they couldn’t protect the Mountain Spirit, instead, it had been protecting them all this time.

Now, the only solution was for the Mountain Spirit to leave, those people were too strong.

Perhaps they were what the outside world called the top cultivators!