Chapter 1440: Chapter 1440

At Mount Hua’s Mystic Yin Sect, Wang Xiaoya thought her mother hadn’t returned yet. As soon as she entered, someone immediately informed her that the Sect Master had already returned and wanted Wang Xiaoya to come over right away.

Wang Xiaoya was pleasantly surprised and quickly went with Chang Xi and Taida to see her mother, recounting the whole incident at the foot of the mountain.

She saw that her mother had an extraordinary aura, clearly having broken through to the Soul Ascension Stage, along with Senior Sister Qin Yao.

Both of them went to the world beyond to seek opportunities and seemed to have gained something.

Xie Sanniang exploded upon hearing this, frowning as she shouted, "Are you saying that brat Long Fei brought people here?"

Wang Xiaoya quickly shook her head to explain, "It wasn’t him. It was Ji Haotian who brought people here, Long Fei merely went along with the scheme!"

Xie Sanniang scolded, "I think you’ve been bewitched by him, unable to discern right from wrong. He’s harboring disaster in his heart, his intentions are punishable by death!"

Wang Xiaoya felt a headache coming, thinking that her mother and Long Fei must have been enemies in their past lives; mentioning his name always sets her off.

Chang Xi comforted from the side, "Sect Master, now is not the time to discuss this. The Crown Prince is bringing people up the mountain soon. We have magical treasures at hand, and we only need to set traps on the path they’ll take."

"Why bother? I’ll just go kill this Crown Prince!"

Xie Sanniang wouldn’t listen, instructing Qin Yao to have the female disciples of the sect defend the mountain while she headed down to deal with the Crown Prince.

Wang Xiaoya was anxious but still had to set up formations along the path.

Chang Xi and Taida accompanied her to arrange things on the path, taking care of the tasks Long Fei had assigned them first.

She joked with Wang Xiaoya, "Your mother really has quite the temper!"

Wang Xiaoya sighed, "Indeed, she and Long Fei have incompatible destinies, always clashing when they meet. I’m afraid as an old maid, I’ll never be able to marry."

Chang Xi giggled, having spent so much time with Wang Xiaoya that she treated her like her own bosom friend.

Taida watched from the side, mesmerized, as he had never seen Chang Xi laugh like that.

They reached a crucial point on the path up the mountain and found a spacious area where they first set up the Twelve Witch God Flags, then laid the Mountains and Rivers Map on a narrow path.

The people coming up the mountain would pass through this spacious area, getting swept by the Witch God Flags first. As they scrambled forward, they’d fall into the Mountains and Rivers Map.

This map, chameleon-like, spread out and immediately blended with the surrounding scenery.

The map transformed into the appearance of rocks; without careful scrutiny, it was virtually indistinguishable.

Chang Xi marveled, thinking that if she came by, she might not notice this peculiar magical treasure.

She wondered what it was like inside and how many people it could trap.

This item was now marked with Long Fei’s spiritual imprint, making it impossible for them to activate it; otherwise, Chang Xi would really want to take a look inside.

At the foot of the mountain, Xie Sanniang stepped through the air as she descended.

Having broken through to the Soul Ascension Stage, her power greatly increased, and she immediately spotted Ji Haotian in high spirits, commanding from the front of the troop.

A sword light flashed by, aiming straight for Ji Haotian’s neck.

The sword edge was sharp, moving with extreme speed.

Ji Haotian only felt his neck grow cold, his pupils dilating as he saw that the longsword was about to pierce a hole in him.

An expert hidden by his side suddenly appeared, even Long Fei barely seeing it clearly.

This entity was not human; it was a Primordial Spirit.

A burst of golden light appeared, and the figure transformed into an elderly Daoist appearance, two fingers snapping to catch Xie Sanniang’s sword beam.

Xie Sanniang’s Mystic Yin Ruler Sword was crafted by the Mystic Yin Sect’s ancestor, the Mystic Yin Saintess, considered a Human Immortal Magical Treasure.

The immortal might on the sword vibrated, but shockingly, it couldn’t shake off the strength of those two fingers.

The Primordial Spirit was formed from a Nascent Soul; above the Soul Ascension Stage, there is the Divinity Transformation Realm.

As the Nascent Soul grows, it will transform into its own Truth Body.

The physical form may vary widely, but the Truth Body converges to the same destination. Whether human or from the Demon Clan, all take on human-like shapes.

Of course, the Divine Beasts of the world are exceptions.

It’s said that the form of the Heavenly Dao is human-like; everyone cultivates this path, so their evolved form naturally resembles the Heavenly Dao.

The Primordial Spirit doesn’t age but can be refined.

This elderly Daoist’s Primordial Spirit, lacking a physical body, reverted to its original form likely for psychological comfort.

With a resounding palm strike, the pressure of the Divinity Transformation Realm was revealed, blasting Xie Sanniang along with her sword back, crashing into the rocks behind her.

Long Fei and the cultivators behind him were all taken aback, having previously only faced Soul Ascension Stage Daoists, they hadn’t expected Ji Haotian to have such a master accompanying him.

Clearly, this world couldn’t yet bear the presence of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

As soon as the Primordial Spirit appeared, the Heavenly Dao Laws reacted, gathering rolling clouds in the sky.

The golden Primordial Spirit exchanged a glance with Long Fei, quickly disappearing.

Long Fei raised an eyebrow, pondering if this old man was issuing him a warning.

The cultivators behind praised and cheered, raising their arms, "Long live the Crown Prince!"

"Long live the Crown Prince!"

"Long live the Crown Prince!" Google seaʀᴄh 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩

Ji Haotian finally recognized the power of his guardian, his confidence swelling, becoming even more arrogant than before.

He pointed at Xie Sanniang, daring to shout, "Old witch, you think you can kill me? Make me angry, and I’ll take you back as a maid!"

Long Fei covered his face, finding it hard to listen.

After all, this was his future mother-in-law, and to let this brat tease her so was courting disaster.

However, there was nothing he could do for now, with a huge group of cultivators waiting to be dealt with; he could only lure them into the trap first.

"Scoundrel, courting death!"

Xie Sanniang was so angry she spat out blood, clutching her chest as she glared fiercely at Ji Haotian before retreating back up the mountain.

She knew the strength of the Primordial Spirit and understood Long Fei’s strategy, so she didn’t persist in the struggle.

The group of cultivators’ morale soared, shouting and cheering, "Go up the mountain, grab a wife!"

"Climb up and grab a wife!"

Ji Haotian and Long Fei led the way, spiraling up the mountain path.

Long Fei gave a reminder to the cultivators, "There are prohibitions on the mountain; don’t fly with your swords. Ignore the warning at your own risk!"

The group of cultivators nodded eagerly like pounding garlic, all obediently following on foot, none daring to fly around recklessly.

The mountain was high and cloud-covered, flying up would only cause them to lose their way.

Over three thousand people marched in grandiose, reaching four to five thousand meters where a gate appeared before them.

On it was inscribed the three large characters, "Mystic Yin Sect."

Behind the gate was a flat area midway up the mountain.

Beyond that, you could climb another hundred meters to see a fortress wall built by the Mystic Yin Sect in this place.

Ji Haotian shouted excitedly, "We’ve reached the Mystic Yin Sect, brothers, capture a woman for ten thousand Spirit Stones, capture ten for a million, charge!"

The original plan was to surround but not attack, luring Long Fei over, specifically targeting him.

But the fellow was blinded by victory, seeing the female disciples defending that wall looking like fairies, his intentions turned malicious.

A group of cultivators each summoned magical weapons, eagerly rushing up the mountain.

Long Fei sighed at the rear, thinking these ragtag mobsters lacked organization and discipline.

Whether marching or attacking, there was no strategy, it was like herding sheep, all rushing up in confusion, creating a deafening uproar.