Chapter 271 Blood Cultivator Rebellion
The setting sun fell from the other side of the mountain at dusk, covering the earth with a layer of golden gauze.
In the sky, with the help of the strong wind in the sky, the Qingyun flying boat shuttled back and forth in the clouds, facing the darkening west, presenting a deep blue night like the sea.
Finally, it landed on the vast land, in front of a market with bright lights.
This is one of the areas under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect, Yunlai Market.
It is the first market in the direction of Xuanyin Gate from Qingyun Sect, so it naturally became an important transportation hub between Qingyun Sect’s base camp and the front line.
Any transfer of personnel and transportation of materials must pass through this place, so from early morning to late night, the flying boats that rise and fall have never stopped.
Because this place is very close to the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect, it is only a few hours away, and the front-line combat power is tight, the transfer of personnel is very tense.
Therefore, there was only one Qingyun Sect leader, Zhuang Yuanzhang, who coordinated the overall battle situation of Qingyun Sect, stationed a relatively old foundation-building cultivator in the market.
After all, in the eyes of the leader, Yunlai Market was already the heart of Qingyun Sect, and it was too close to the mountain gate.
And it was protected by the formation. Even if there was an attack by the foundation-building cultivators, with someone sitting in the formation, it could support until the support from the sect headquarters arrived.
Taking all factors into consideration, the leader felt that there was no need to worry too much about safety, and it was completely unnecessary to leave such an important combat force as the foundation-building cultivators here.
Therefore, most of the measures in Yunlai Market were placed on the placement of personnel and the transfer of materials, and the number of cultivators responsible for guarding was greatly reduced.
But what the Qingyun Sect leaders did not expect was that the front-line demon cultivators gave them huge pressure, and the battle situation that was constantly in a disadvantageous position, so that they finally made a very big mistake in the issue of defense.
That is what the saying goes - the dark under the lamp!
At this moment, in the Yunlai Market, in an attic, this was once the location of the Treasure Talisman Shop, which was also the place where Lin Chen sold talismans and obtained spiritual stones during the ten years of his Qi Refining Period.
In a room in the pavilion, there was a white-haired, old-looking female cultivator, Wu Xueting, the former owner of the Treasure Talisman Shop.
She was sitting on the main seat, listening to her son, a young cultivator, reporting the recent situation.
"Grandma, according to the information we have collected, among the various materials shipped to the front line, some of the talismans and other combat items have begun to be transported to various places."
"Not only that, we have spent a lot of effort to find out the news that the chaos of the blood cultivators in various places has become more and more fierce. Since the last incident on the front line, the blood cultivators have been attacking various forces more and more crazily in the past two months. As of last month, it is known that seventeen small forces have been destroyed..."
Wu Xueting was just like this, listening to her grandson's report, her brows were getting more and more furrowed.
Finally, after the report was completed, she sat down silently, as if thinking about something.
The place fell silent for a while.
The young monk looked at Wu Xueting's face, as if he was about to say something but hesitated. Finally, he said carefully: "Grandmother, there is something I don't understand."
"Hmm?" Wu Xueting, who was in deep thought, raised her eyebrows and asked casually, "What's wrong?"
"...It's like this." The young monk was silent for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Now the situation is getting more and more chaotic. Shouldn't we take this opportunity to try every means to obtain more resources to strengthen ourselves and help my father to impact the foundation? Why do we put so much energy on getting information?"
"Oh? Do you think my behavior is wrong?" Wu Xueting's eyes moved and looked at the young monk.
"I dare not!" The young monk's heart skipped a beat at the majestic gaze. "Grandmother is far-sighted and far-sighted. She had already predicted the war before it happened. She hoarded a large number of spiritual talismans, made money from the war, and actively cooperated with the sect. Only then did our family prosper today. How dare Kong'er question grandma? It's just..."
"Humph!" Wu Xueting snorted coldly, "I know, it's your father, my good son, who saw that I consumed too many spiritual stones and gossiped again, right?"
The young monk didn't dare to respond, but just sat aside silently.
Seeing this scene, Wu Xueting did not embarrass him, but sighed: "A group of ignorant people, who are unaware of the impending disaster."
Then, Wu Xueting was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "Grandson, do you know why I could predict the coming of the war in advance?"
"This... Grandson doesn't know."
"That's because there was a mysterious guest who speculated that the situation of the two sects had changed just by the increase in the price of talismans in the market, so I was prepared, and thus made a fortune from the war. I also took the opportunity to make some connections, which led to our current situation..."
Wu Xueting's face showed a touch of reminiscence.
"Since then, I have understood that before any major event happens, there must be signs in the details."
"Only by being cautious and careful, and noticing the wrong things, can we avoid disasters and even gain benefits from them. This is the so-called "the cicada knows before the autumn wind blows", which is the way for us little people to protect ourselves in troubled times..."
"This..." The young monk was stunned when he heard this, and asked subconsciously, "Then may I ask grandma, where is that person now? Then can we..."
"I don't know." Wu Xueting shook her head and sighed, "But I can be sure that if such a person does not die, he will definitely be a great genius in the future, and it is not something that small people like us can get involved in."
Wu Xueting knew very well that such people might have some social connections when they were not yet famous, but when they grew up, they would not even be qualified to cling to their thighs. It was impossible to make friends with them now.
"So let's deal with our own affairs now."
"...Yes." The young monk pondered for a moment, responded, and then continued to ask, "Then grandma, what should we do next..."
Wu Xueting looked at the information collected in front of her, was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Notify everyone in the family to find a way to go out and avoid it during this period!"
"This!" The young monk raised his head suddenly and looked at Wu Xueting in shock, "If we do this, we will pay a huge price!"
During the war, even if it was in the rear, the price and favors paid for a short period of time away from the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect were not something they could easily afford!
Not to mention that once you leave, whether you can come back or not is really uncertain!
Wu Xueting's face was solemn, and she said in a deep voice: "I have a hunch that the blood cultivator's rebellion this time may not be so simple. We should..."
Before she could finish her words, she seemed to sense something, her face suddenly changed, she stood up suddenly, and quickly came to the window.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" The young cultivator followed subconsciously, and just as he was about to ask, he saw something and was stunned on the spot.
Because they looked out of the window and saw a bright moon in the sky. I don't know when it was covered with a layer of faint blood mist!
Blood, blood moon? !
No, that's not right, there is a layer of blood mist covering the sky above the market!
Buzz!
The next moment, the light mist that originally enveloped the market was rapidly becoming thicker, and a powerful spiritual power wave was spreading. Many colorful runes were like small fish, swimming comfortably in the thick fog, and each one was extremely dangerous.
"What's going on?"
"This is the protective magic array of Yunlai Market - the second-level Tianqing Rushui Array! How could it suddenly be fully activated?"
The young monk said absentmindedly.
The array of Yunlai Market is usually operated at the lowest consumption, and it is only activated when encountering major events.
Now it is suddenly fully operating, closing the entire market, no matter how you look at it, there is something wrong!
The monks in the market also found something wrong, and they were agitated. Before they could ask what was going on, the change happened again!
Bang!
Boom!
Ping-pong!
The sound of the explosion of spells and the collision of magic tools suddenly arose!
Suddenly, there were loud noises again. Several buildings in the market collapsed and turned into ruins, crushing countless monks who had no time to escape into a pile of meat paste!
"What's going on?!"
"What happened?!"
"Go and ask for help!"
Many monks in the market were in chaos because of this sudden change.
But then, some monks who looked normal suddenly had blood in their eyes, and a chaotic and bloody aura instantly emanated from their bodies.
These were the blood cultivators who practiced the blood demon technique!
They actually sneaked into the market and started a disaster at this time, killing pedestrians wantonly!
In a short time, there were heavy casualties in the whole market!
"Bold!"
At this time, a stern shout that seemed old spread throughout the market, and soon, the thick clouds of the formation in the sky rolled again.
Countless forbidden runes gathered and turned into colorful balls, which fell from the sky and began to attack the blood cultivators accurately.
These colorful balls looked insignificant, but each attack was equivalent to the full force of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The rebellious blood cultivators were instantly beaten into a ball of blood mist!
"Good, good luck, there is a formation and the foundation building elders of the upper sect are here, otherwise..."
The situation in front of him happened within a few dozen breaths. Only now did the young cultivator finally come back to his senses and muttered.
But the next moment, the scene in the market changed again!
The two suddenly saw a blood light flying out of the market and falling on the sky blue water formation.
The blood light exploded, revealing one of the talismans, which emitted silver ripples and twisted the fluctuations of the formation...
"This is..." Wu Xueting's face turned completely pale: "Breaking the Forbidden Talisman?! A second-level Breaking the Forbidden Talisman?! How is it possible?"
If the first-level Breaking the Forbidden Talisman is relatively common, the second-level Breaking the Forbidden Talisman is simply a strategic resource, rarely appearing on the market. Once it is sold, there will definitely be corresponding news and intelligence circulated.
How can a bunch of blood cultivators who have transformed from casual cultivators have such a treasure for breaking the formation? !
But before they had time to figure it out with them, as the formation was broken, a large number of blood cultivators hiding outside the market rushed in and began to fight frantically, forming a real chaos, and... it could no longer be suppressed!
And the old foundation-building cultivator who was responsible for guarding the Yunlai Market had no time to care about the chaos below, but looked up at the sky with a pale face.
Because in his eyes, under the bright moonlight, three demon cultivators in black appeared.
And they, without exception, are all foundation-building cultivators!