Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World-Chapter 221: Bait

As the group led by the third elder departed, silence fell over the fairy palace once again.

After a while, the leader of the Qianyuan Sword Sect spoke up, "Since Ye Wudao is unwilling to serve as bait, how about sending Yao’er to take on this important task?"

"Senior sister?" The Lord of Zhenhai Palace looked at her in shock. Peering through the clouds, he saw her gentle yet determined face. The doubts in his heart gave way to resignation as he said, "I will obey the sect master’s orders."

The others exchanged glances, then bowed in unison, "We will follow the sect master’s orders!"

"Good!" the leader of the Qianyuan Sword Sect nodded.

Then, a cultivator wearing a green Taoist robe with a golden vertical line between his eyebrows spoke with evident indignation, "Dad, I have no objection to capturing Master Shen Jue, but why must I be the bait?"

"Oh?" Ye Yin’s expression remained calm, leaving it unclear whether he was amused or angry. "You mean I wronged you by letting you be the bait?"

"That’s not what I meant, Dad." There was a note of dissatisfaction in Ye Wudao’s arrogant tone. "I just don’t want to hand my life over to that person!"

"Which one?" came the inquiry.

"It’s him—Qin Zhan," Ye Wudao declared.

"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking, Ye Wudao suddenly felt his body being forcefully lifted, and a burning pain exploded on his left cheek. With a heavy thud, his body collapsed onto the jade floor of the hall.

Inside the fairy palace, the maids standing on both sides of the hall lowered their heads, trembling with fear. Ye Wudao eventually rose, his face gloomy. Moments later, colorless flames erupted from the maids, and in an instant, they were reduced to ashes—unable even to beg for mercy.

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"Dad, are you satisfied?" Ye Wudao said in a dull tone.

"You are not worthy of addressing him by his first name." Ye Yin’s expression remained unchanged, as if the person who had just struck him were someone else entirely.

"The Master of Zhenhai Palace is the most talented disciple in the history of the Qianyuan Sword Sect. You are not worthy!"

Feeling his father’s terrifying aura, the anger in Ye Wudao’s heart was instantly extinguished, and cold sweat involuntarily slid down his temples.

Seeing his son trembling and not daring to speak, Ye Yin’s eyes unconsciously showed a trace of sadness, and his tone became a little softer: "Does it hurt?"

Ye Wudao shook his head in horror.

"father"

Ye Wudao’s tone became cautious. "I am worried that if I am used as bait, if the Lord of Zhenhai Palace takes this opportunity to take revenge on you, my father, then my life will be in danger."

Hearing this.

Ye Yin glanced at Ye Wudao.

Seeing Ye Yin’s eyes, Ye Wudao didn’t dare to argue anymore. He quickly bowed and said awkwardly, "Dad, I’m leaving now."

"Um."

Watching Ye Wudao slowly retreat, Ye Yin raised his head, looked at the flowing clouds outside the Palace, and murmured: "Child, don’t blame Dad!"

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Ten Thousand Star Sea, southwestern sea area.

In the sky, one spiritual boat after another—covering the sky and even the sun—flew from the direction of Guang’an Prefecture’s Immortal City toward Cangzhou Immortal City. These spirit boats carried the coalition forces formed by the major families of Cangzhou.

On one of the flying warships, Luis stood alongside Zhou Mubai, Zhang Xuanling, and Taoist Huo Ling.

"Brother Zhou," Luis asked, "are you saying that Cangzhou Immortal City and Ye Wudao are merely baits set up by the Qianyuan Sword Sect?"

"Right," Zhou Mubai nodded. "The corpse tide on Lotus Island has been raging for so long, and there’s been no word from Master Shen Jue. It’s clear that Shen Jue’s target isn’t my Guang’an Prefecture at all, but the entire Cangzhou!"

He paused before adding, "If we want to take over all of Cangzhou, we must capture Cangzhou Immortal City—the largest immortal city in the region!"

Hearing this, Luis frowned and asked, "But what if Shen Jue doesn’t act?"

"Call!" Zhou Mubai exhaled a sigh of relief and replied thoughtfully, "No, he will act."

"Brother Zhou, why are you so sure?" Luis pressed.

"Because this corpse chaos in Cangzhou wasn’t a random riot—it was a premeditated act!" Zhou Mubai insisted.

Before he could continue, Zhang Xuanling interjected, "I just received word that Yunmeng Pass was fiercely attacked by the Izumo Kingdom! There are also signs that a large number of troops are active in Xiancheng!"

"You mean there’s both internal and external cooperation?" Luis asked, his mind drifting back to the image of Xia Hong’s final act. A thought began to crystallize in his mind.

In a deep voice, he said, "Has Shen Jue joined forces with the Izumo Kingdom?"

"It’s not about seeking refuge," Zhou Mubai replied, shaking his head. "Men like Shen Jue don’t depend on anyone—they use each other. Shen Jue needs the Izumo Kingdom—specifically, the Xuanqing Dao Alliance—to relieve the pressure on him, and the Xuanqing Dao Alliance, in turn, needs him to create chaos for the Qianyuan Sword Sect."

Luis looked puzzled. "It should be difficult to achieve that with just Shen Jue, right? Although we don’t know exactly how strong the Qianyuan Sword Sect is, they haven’t even sent out a Nascent Soul True Lord so far. In their eyes, suppressing the corpse chaos is hardly worth mentioning."

"It is very difficult," Zhou Mubai admitted, frowning in thought. "Perhaps Shen Jue has some hidden card that we don’t know about."

Hearing this, everyone’s mood grew increasingly heavy.

Now, Cangzhou Fairy City was merely a chess piece, and the Cangzhou coalition forces were just pawns. The true players on the board were the Qianyuan Sword Sect and the Xuanqing Taoist Alliance. Even Shen Jue was only a slightly stronger piece.

Given Shen Jue’s character, he would never be willing to be a pawn. He must have some secret strategy to turn the situation around—one that no one yet understands. I just don’t know: in the end, will the Qianyuan Sword Sect have a better move, or will Shen Jue play an even better one?

Faced with this reality, although Luis felt reluctant, he knew all too well that whether facing the Qianyuan Sword Sect, the Xuanqing Taoist Alliance, or even the formidable True Man Shen Jue, he and his family were far too weak to negotiate.

Their only option was to escape through the vortex. In the game of chess, strength is the ultimate bargaining chip.

Of course, if the Hartmann Family were forced into a corner, the outcome would be terrifying.

After all, Ye Wudao’s father has already reached the Nascent Soul stage—if he doesn’t want to be a pawn, he can simply withdraw from the battlefield.

The major families in the Cangzhou Alliance lack such powerful backing to save them from disaster.

Come on—Shen Jue came here for Cangzhou. As a local family in Cangzhou, if they don’t contribute now, who else will they wait for?

The atmosphere grew somber. Zhou Mubai smiled and waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it, let’s not dwell on these disheartening matters. No matter what, Cangzhou Immortal City must be saved, and the corpse tide must be cleared!"

"Brother Zhou is right," Taoist Huo Ling nodded.

"Since we’re done with this topic, how about we talk about swordsmanship?"

"Very good!"

When Zhou Mubai and Luis heard Zhang Xuanling discussing swordsmanship, their eyes lit up. As dedicated sword practitioners, if you ask them what topic they’re most passionate about, discussing the Way of the Sword would undoubtedly top the list.

Sharing insights about swordsmanship with a peer of similar cultivation and intent is the dream of every swordsman.

However, whether in the Ten Thousand Star Sea or on the Main Continent, sword cultivators are few and far between.

Finding two practitioners with similar cultivation bases and comparable levels of sword intent is nearly impossible.

Were it not for the recent corpse chaos in Cangzhou, Zhou Mubai would rarely even get the chance to sit down with Zhang Xuanling and talk about swordsmanship.

Upon hearing that Zhou Mubai, Zhang Xuanling, and Luis were about to discuss the Way of the Sword, Taoist Huo Ling immediately looked exasperated.

Although his strength far exceeded that of cultivators at his level, he was not a sword cultivator. Listening to the three discuss swordsmanship made him feel a bit bored—he simply didn’t understand it. Continue reading at novelbuddy

Even if he did, the gap between his sword intent and that of the others was just too vast. In short, he couldn’t fully grasp the true meaning of the sword.

"You guys, chat away. I’m going back," Taoist Huo Ling declared as he shook his head and flew toward another spirit boat in a flash of light.

The three laughed at his departure. "Stop laughing," he retorted.

Zhou Mubai then nodded and said, "In that case, I’ll share some thoughts and begin to show off my... unique style."

Hearing this, Luis and Zhang Xuanling bowed in invitation.

"The sword intent I cultivate is a branch of the Gold Sword Intent, one of the Five Elements Sword Intents. It’s called the Gengjin Sword Intent. This intent is extremely sharp—it emphasizes advancing without hesitation and breaking through any obstacle."