SFS Chapter 123 Entering and Exiting
Chapter 123 Entering and Exiting
The second person was named Du Ping, from a collateral branch of the Du family.
He stood guard behind the bushes on the west side of the stone platform, furthest from the fairy boat and closest to the dense forest.
Unlike Zhou An, who was bored, he kept patrolling attentively, changing his position every thirty breaths or so, with light steps and alert eyes.
But his attention was entirely focused on the perimeter of the stone platform.
He hadn't expected the enemy to come from inside the fairy ship.
Zhang Lin appeared silently five zhang behind him. The ground of the stone platform was soil, which was most suitable for earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape through earth).
When Du Ping sensed something was wrong and turned around to look, he was greeted by a sword light that rapidly magnified before his eyes.
The Silver Frost Flying Sword, Zhou Huaili's sword, became a top-grade magic weapon after being enhanced, and its sword speed was three times faster than the Azure Gang Sword.
The sword tip pierced Du Ping's forehead, exited from the back of his head, and penetrated his skull, killing him in an instant.
The third disciple was named Chen An, who stood guard on the boulder on the east side of the stone platform.
He was the most skilled of the three, having perfected his Qi cultivation and was just one step away from opening his spiritual sea of consciousness. His senses were also the most acute.
When the faint sound of Du Ping's body falling to the ground reached his ears, Chen An suddenly opened his eyes.
Without hesitation, without confirmation, without even thinking, he crushed the warning talisman in his hand.
A pale golden light shot into the sky.
But the light only flew three zhang high before crashing into an invisible barrier, becoming lost and trapped in the array.
As the one with the highest cultivation among the three, Zhang Lin was naturally well-prepared. The six array flags had already been set up when he was scouting the immortal ship, which perfectly covered the area of the stone platform within a radius of ten feet.
Inside the trap, a thick fog suddenly rose, obscuring the soaring golden light.
The hidden killing intent in the fog was activated, and dozens of illusory figures materialized in the thick fog, swaying around Chen An.
Chen An's face turned ashen. He opened his mouth to call for help, but found that his voice became muffled and indistinct in the thick fog, unable to travel more than three feet away. This was a self-imposed prison; those who entered the formation were not only trapped, but their voices were also blocked by the fog within the formation.
He unleashed two second-tier spells in quick succession, fireballs and wind blades flying wildly through the thick fog, but they didn't even manage to brush against the enemy's clothes.
Zhang Lin stood on the edge of the thick fog, the Blood Fiend Banner silently unfurling.
A blood-red thread shot out from the flag, pierced through the thick fog, and disappeared into Chen An's brow.
Mysterious Yin Captures the Soul.
The sinister power of the Blood Fiend Banner invaded his spiritual consciousness, causing Chen An to tremble all over, his eyes to roll back, and he stood motionless in place.
The flying sword pierced the sky, decapitating the target with a single strike.
The corpse turned to ashes in the eerie blue flames of the Burning Sky Flame, which were scattered by the morning breeze in the dense forest.
Zhang Lin put away the secondary flag of the Bewildering Formation, carefully erased the signs of fighting around the stone platform, and then returned to the Immortal Boat.
The Mirror of Spiritual Communication shone on the ship again, and the operation of the restriction remained unchanged.
The gap between the wind barrier and the true essence shield remained, and there were still forty breaths before the next opening appeared.
Laughter could be faintly heard from inside the cabin.
Zhou Mingyuan was laughing and joking, his voice filled with a sense of smugness: "When Third Uncle returns, we will take Zhang Lin's body back to the sect. Clan Brother Mingxuan said that after this matter is settled, each of us will be rewarded with two hundred mid-grade spirit stones, plus a Foundation Establishment Pill."
Du Heng chimed in, "Two hundred spirit stones is a small matter. If we can take this opportunity to build a relationship with Senior Brother Mingxuan, it will be much easier for us to get along in the sect in the future."
Chen Ce's voice came through: "But speaking of which, Zhang Lin is a disciple of Lu Yuanshan, who is the peak master of Cuiping Peak. If he dies, won't Lu Yuanshan investigate?"
"Investigate? How can we investigate?" Zhou Mingyuan sneered. "You know Baishi Town, it's full of death and zombies now."
"Lu Yuanshan only has suspicions, but without evidence, what can he do to the Zhou family?"
"Brother Mingyuan is right." Chen Ce's voice carried a hint of ingratiating laughter.
Forty breaths passed in the blink of an eye.
The airflow recirculation on the surface of the wind wall caused a sharp drop in intensity of 40%.
The Spirit Mirror emitted a beam of light, and the gap between the True Essence Shield and the Wind Wall widened slightly, just wide enough for one person to pass through.
Out comes, in comes.
Zhang Lin's figure vanished from his original spot and reappeared on the deck of the fairy boat almost at the same instant.
The three layers of restrictions slowly closed behind him without triggering any alarms.
He landed in the shadows of a corner of the deck, his Concealment ability activated once again, his figure blending seamlessly with the shadows.
In the side cabin, Chen Ce was meditating and regulating his breathing alone.
The banquet in the main cabin had just ended. He drank a few cups of spirit wine and returned to the side cabin to rest for a while.
The golden sword at his waist lay horizontally on his lap, the runes on the scabbard swirling in the dim light, waiting quietly.
The hatch opened silently, just a crack.
Chen Ce was unaware.
In his semi-drunken state, the range of his spiritual perception shrank by 30% compared to usual.
Thinking of the Foundation Establishment Pill that was about to be obtained, a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
Once he returns to his sect and receives the reward promised by Zhou Mingxuan, if he can obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill, his bottleneck of being stuck at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining for several years might finally be loosened.
Thinking about this, he even felt a little sorry for the man named Zhang Lin.
A rogue cultivator from a poor family, by sheer luck, won first place in the outer sect competition and thought he could establish himself in the Danxia Sect.
Unfortunately, he didn't understand one thing: in the cultivation world, a genius without a powerful family to back him up is nothing more than fish on someone else's chopping board.
He let out a burp, leaned against the bulkhead, and felt quite relaxed.
Then he saw a light.
It was a crimson color. Chen Ce subconsciously mobilized his true essence, and a golden light shone from his body.
The Vajra Indestructible Body, a secret technique of the Chen family, possesses a third-tier metal-type characteristic, granting extremely strong physical defense.
The Profound Yin Soul-Seizing Qi of the Blood Fiend Banner surged in through the hatch, and the blood-red light transformed into countless blood-red threads, ignoring his defenses and directly invading his spiritual sea.
Before he could react and make a further move, his soul was firmly locked, his eyes rolled back, and his whole body stiffened.
Immediately following was a beam of dark golden light that shot in from the hatch and landed on him.
The moment the mirror reflected his body, the flaws in his indestructible body were laid bare.
The Azure Sword emerged silently from the darkness, piercing his throat and protruding from his neck, pinning him to the cabin wall.
Zhang Lin emerged from the shadows and reached for the storage bag at Chen Ce's waist.
Facing imminent death, Chen Ce experienced a sudden surge of lucidity and regained consciousness.
He looked down at the flying sword in his throat, his eyes filled with horror. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but only blood and foam oozed from the corner of his mouth.
His heart pounded rapidly at that moment, and with the last ounce of his consciousness, he summoned a talisman from his storage bag.
"Thump~"
A bell rang out from the talisman, exploding in the side cabin.
That was a Foundation Establishment level sound wave. Although it was only sealed in a talisman, its power far surpassed that of ordinary magical artifacts.
The wooden walls of the side cabin shattered into countless fragments under the impact of the sound waves, scattering in all directions with blood and bits of flesh.
The blast wave spewed out from the shattered gap in the bulkhead, turning the entire side compartment into a mess.
The moment the talisman appeared, Zhang Lin used the Wind Control Technique to retreat swiftly, while simultaneously summoning a Wind Wall and a Water Curtain to block in front of him.
The sound waves penetrated two layers of defense, and some aftershocks still hit his chest, but the double defense of the Azure Scale Armor and the Heavenly Blue Daoist Robe protected him completely. He only took three steps back and was unharmed.
But it was this very sound of the bell that completely revealed his arrival.