Chapter 63 - Crushing the Fallen Chen Clan
In an instant, Li Qinghou was already standing in the formation array. His expression was solemn, and his entire being was burning with viciousness.
Ou Yangjie glanced at him, his pupils slightly shrinking. In the entire South Bank, from the ancestors of all three mountains, this was the person he was most concerned with. He was also one of the most formidable in the entire Spirit River Sect.
Not only was he a medicine master, Li Qinghou was a gifted man, an extremely rare genius. Only a hundred years were needed for him to reach the later stages of Foundation Establishment. Even in the inner sect, he was seen as one of the few hopes of achieving a breakthrough from the Foundation Establishment to the Gold Core.
“I heard one of the four outer sect disciples has connections with Li Qinghou…” Ou Yangjie was thinking when the formation array began rumbling, emitting a blinding light. A deafening sound echoed and more than two thousand people, along with Ou Yangjie and Li Qinghou, instantly disappeared.
What took Bai Xiaochun’s group three months to reach, with the teleportation formation array of the Spirit River Sect, took only a couple breaths.
A hum and a lightning crackling appeared above the unconscious Du Lingfei as the sky suddenly darkened. The many clouds were suddenly torn apart as if giant hands had swept it away, and the outline of a large formation array appeared.
It violently slammed on the ground, engraving itself onto the earth, shaking the ground in a hundred li radius. In the next moment, the lands cracked into the formation’s pattern.
(ED note: one li is 576 meters, or 630 yards)
The trees, rocks, and mountains within this radius vanished without a trace. The power of the formation array was too overwhelming, instantly bringing desolation when it landed.
As for the area Du Lingfei was in, it was protected as soon as the formation array appeared, preventing even the slightest injury. After the impact, the blurry figures of those transported started forming.
Soon, the place was filled with more than two thousand of the South Bank’s inner sect disciples, the power of teleportation still lingering in their bodies, enough for one more teleportation. Ou Yangjie and Li Qinghou quickly approached the unconscious Du Lingfei, where a couple female inner sect disciples were already giving her recovery medicine and covered her with clothes. Du Lingfei slowly opened her eyes in a daze, seeing the crowd of the sect’s disciples. She started crying, overwhelmed by relief.
Especially to her as an outer sect disciple of the Scented Cloud Mountain, seeing Li Qinghou appear with the rest of the Scented Cloud Mountain, caused even more tears to flow as she opened her mouth to speak.
“Ancestor, help Junior Brother Bai…” Du Lingfei was pale, her voice was filled with desperation.
“What happened to Bai Xiaochun?!” Li Qinghou stepped forward, quickly appearing in front of her, anger and restlessness burning in his eyes.
“Brother Bai… he… he flew away by himself to save me and Elder Brother Hou Yunfei, luring away the Fallen Chen clansmen that were chasing us…” Du Lingfei wept, explaining everything she had experienced with Bai Xiaochun in their journey.
Most of the disciples were oblivious to who Bai Xiaochun was. As they listened to her story, however, they were all moved and heaved a sigh.
Feng Yan had died to protect his companions, while Du Lingfei and Hou Yunfei barely escaped death. The Fallen Chen Clan had dispatched two groups of people, many of whom at the eight and even one at the ninth level of Qi Condensation…
This sort of relentless pursuit, for any other inner sect disciple alone, would be a certain death.
Du Lingfei’s tale told them of a man possessing extraordinary loyalty to his companions, a near-selfless saint.
Abandoning his chances of escaping, he had returned for his companions, killing his way through many formidable foes as he carried two heavily injured companions, running for half a month close to a ten thousand li radius.
In the end, he had managed to give his companions hope by luring the pursuers after him, leaving Du Lingfei to expose the betrayal of the Fallen Chen Clan to the otherwise oblivious sect.
Slowly, the image of Bai Xiaochun was imprinted in the hearts of the inner sect disciples, without a doubt, he was an unwavering hero.
Even those from the enforcement department were taken aback by the tale, Qian Dajin included. He blinked, finding it hard to associate what Du Linfei described as Bai Xiaochun with what he once thought to be a mischievous and shrewd disciple from the few investigations he conducted when he thought that Bai Xiaochun might be the Little Turtle. But he was a petty and selfish man filled with hatred. He’d rather have the wrong man killed than to risk sparing the Little Turtle. He felt relieved that with Feng Yan’s death, it wouldn’t be traced back to him.
When the cold-blooded Ou Yangjie heard this, he sighed deeply. His eyes had a hint of respect in them, with his high cultivation level, he could tell that Du Lingfei was telling the truth. He also felt that Du Lingfei knew only half of what happened.
“A disciple like this… the Spirit River Sect will not let him fall here!” Ou Yangjie tossed his sleeve to his side, quickly arranging hundreds of his inner sect disciples to search for Hou Yunfei and Bai Xiaochun.
Silent, Li Qinghou raised his head, his eyes slightly bloodshot. He was bitter, he felt he treated Bai Xiaochun unjustly, but his experience also told him that the odds for Bai Xiaochun’s survival were... almost nonexistent.
“I brought you to this mountain…” Li Qinghou’s body flashed, bursting into light as his body took a step forward, using up the remnants of the teleportation energy to transport the disciples around him to the Fallen Chen Clan.
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