Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 442 - 397: The Great Master
The opponents were numerous and strong, but Wu Hen was not genuinely afraid of them.
He just didn’t want to waste his energy on these trivial people, since he still needed to climb to the highest summit.
The two headed towards the mountains to hide and entered a forest of ancient pines.
Behind them, a group of people in blue, purple, gold, and red robes—all of whom had reached the Saint Child Realm—seemed to come from the same sect and appeared exceptionally united and formidable…
They pursued relentlessly; as soon as Wu Hen and Qingxi entered the forest, they too arrived, continuously unleashing various powerful Saint Techniques that mainly consisted of ferocious weapons.
"Swish!!!!"
Suddenly, a golden axe in the shape of a mountain peak fell from above Wu Hen’s head, splitting the entire ancient pine forest.
"Junior brother, be careful."
Qingxi used her finger as a sword, a golden Qi Flame Sword forming above Wu Hen, blocking the Giant Energy Axe that was about to strike Wu Hen’s head.
Wu Hen was secretly astonished.
Qingxi’s strength was extraordinary. The one who had swung the huge axe at him was a tall male Red Robed Master. Red robes among the Masters signified the highest rank, the Perfect Stage of the Saint Child Realm, and most of their abilities were Advanced Saint Techniques.
Qingxi had dispelled it with just the tips of her fingers.
She, in a purple robe, had effortlessly countered the strength of a Red Robed Master.
It was evident that her claim of being a contemporary genius with Cai Lan was no boast; her strength was firm, only marred by misfortune.
"Junior brother, I’ll lead them away; you just escape deeper into the woods," Qingxi said.
"How could that be alright? Let’s just fight them here; it’s only about ten people, manageable," Wu Hen replied.
"We came here to perform Soul Casting after all; it wouldn’t be wise to waste our energy on this meaningless conflict," Qingxi cautiously advised.
"That’s true; then let’s not split up and escape. They won’t catch up with us anytime soon," Wu Hen suggested.
No sooner had he spoken than a dense rain of spears suddenly appeared behind them!
It must have been that group behind them executing a Saint Technique; golden aura formed sharp spears that dwarfed the pine trees below, weaving a dense golden spear rain in the sky, plunging towards where Wu Hen and Qingxi were.
The two immediately dropped to the ground on seeing this.
Qingxi formed a mountain with her palm, creating a golden barrier to shield against the falling golden spear rain.
Seeing no escape, Wu Hen also cast the Golden Spirit Giant Shadow; his whole body interwoven with light, his silhouette abruptly enlarged, matching the size of the Holy Breath Mountain Qingxi had conjured!
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The spears fell, piercing the high mountains and ground, creating countless holes and shearing the vast ancient pine forest into a bare rock layer.
Wu Hen and Qingxi each defended one side and eventually managed to dispel the group’s collective Saint Technique baptism.
However, by the time all the spears had vanished, that group had already reached them, quickly surrounding the two.
"Hehe, thinking of running? Today, unless you leave behind two arms, don’t think about leaving this place!" the Female Red Robe Master sneered.
"Can you leave me one arm?" Wu Hen asked.
A hint of triumph appeared on the Female Red Robe Master’s face, the previously arrogant boy evidently now knew fear.
"So I can use this hand to smash that weasel-like face of yours!" Wu Hen quickly added another taunt.
The smile on the face of the Red Robe woman froze, instantly turning into a furious, vicious expression.
"You look even more like that now, but the person next to you looks like a wild dog, which really matches you well," Wu Hen continued to insult.
The faces of the two Red Robed Masters grew even uglier, and one could even hear the grinding of teeth from the male Red Robed Master in his fury.
"Originally, I only wanted to remove your arms as a lesson for your ignorant juniors, but since you are bent on seeking death, we will grant your wish, junior brothers. You heard him, this man’s mouth is extremely venomous, and he shows no respect whatsoever for our Lishan Sect!" the man shouted angrily.
"My fellow senior brothers and sisters, my junior brother only spoke out because they tried to snatch the Wind Chi Totem first. We are all here seeking the opportunity for Soul Casting, there’s no need to spill blood over minor matters. I apologize for my junior brother’s behavior just now..." Qingxi hurriedly intervened seeing the tension escalating.
"And who are you to speak!" the Female Red Robe Master disdainfully said.
"My name is Qingxi, formerly a member of the Seven Heroes of the Holy State. Although I no longer hold an important position in the Holy State, I still have some connections in the Cloud Holy Country. I am here under the orders of the Bright Venerable to assist this junior brother in Soul Casting. Please, senior brothers and sisters, do not make things difficult. My junior brother is young and impulsive and doesn’t quite understand the rules..." Qingxi quickly introduced himself.
"Never heard of you. Here in War Song Mountain, strength is everything. Don’t try to intimidate us with the Bright Venerable. Junior brothers and sisters, there’s no need to listen to their nonsense. First, gouge out their eyes, then break their limbs. If this brat is still disrespectful, make him wish he were dead!" the Female Red Robe Master ordered.
Qingxi did not expect this group to be so tyrannical; seeing no way to defuse the situation, he had no choice but to prepare for battle.
Wu Hen initially just wanted a warm-up by finding two unlucky targets, but seeing that they had so many people behind them, he thought he might as well break a sweat and see how much increased strength his Seventh-rank Life and Holy Cultivation could unleash.
As the fight was about to erupt, suddenly Wu Hen heard a whooshing sound, followed by even more noises from deep within the pine forest, as if a group of people were swiftly flying towards their location.
"Fellow disciples, please stop!"
Behind them, someone shouted loudly.
Golden beams of light began forming around Wu Hen and the others. Some beams were thick as pillars, others bent like iron bars of a cage, and some were fine like a net. In an instant, the light descended from the sky above, enveloping and trapping the entire group, dividing each individual into separate light cages...
"Earth Xuan Saint Technique—Mang Prison?"
This Holy Decision Magic was quite spectacular, leaving them all in shock. The male Red Robed Master even recognized what Saint Technique it was.
A great master is present!
In those Golden Light Cages, no one dared to move. They could feel the strong severing force of the golden light. It was fine not to touch it, but if they attempted to force their way out, they would be torn apart.
"Ladies and gentlemen of our sect," Leng Shu spoke, not out of nosiness, but because the situation had been disorderly for many years at War Song Mountain. "Less than half of our deceased fellows fell to fierce Totems. Most were killed in infighting. In order to ensure that every one of us who steps into War Song Mountain can successfully cast their soul, we have temporarily formed an alliance. On one hand, to curb the mutual killing among those of us who seek opportunities here, and on the other, to share resources and information so that everybody can find a satisfactory Soul Casting Totem." The formidable expert floated midair as he addressed the people on the ground.
"Alliance?" The few who claimed to be from Lishan Sect seemed to have just entered War Song Mountain.
The opponent was powerful; they dared not act rashly.
Even if the opponent wanted to eliminate them, it wouldn’t be too difficult. The power of this great expert was clearly a whole realm higher than the rest, and he likely perfected his Holy Origin. Furthermore, he employed the rare Earth Xuan Saint Technique, suggesting that in Cloud Holy Country, he occupied no common position.
"Yes, we call it the War Song Alliance. The War Song Mountain is extremely complex and filled with numerous obstructions. It is already quite challenging to locate a Totem Holy Beast, let alone to battle one in an unfamiliar environment. The number of disciples entering War Song Mountain each year isn’t small, but those who succeed in casting a soul, or casting a soul to their satisfaction, are few. The root cause is the mutual suspicion and slaughter among our sect mates. Outside, we already fight bitterly over limited resources; here in War Song Mountain, without the supervision of our elders, the situation is unchecked—sometimes even purely for revenge, various obstructions are placed against fellow sect mates’ soul casting. Each of our qualifications to enter War Song Mountain is hard-won. In the harsh environment of Holy Sect, we cannot bring change, but within War Song Mountain, why not live in harmony and support one another? After all, everyone here shares the same goal—to attain Soul Casting!" The man spoke earnestly.
Wu Hen and Qingxi exchanged glances.
Clearly, Qingxi had heard of Leng Shu, her face revealing a hint of joy.
"Junior brother, this Leng Shu is a Cang Chu Hero, one of the strongest among those who travel outside the Holy State, a genius of the Great Saint Clan. I’ve often heard of his exploits in my years outside, I had no idea he was also here in War Song Mountain," Qingxi said.
"Isn’t everyone inside War Song Mountain without a cast soul, meaning cultivation progress is difficult, so how did this guy reach Holy Origin Realm, and also master the Earth Xuan Saint Technique?" Wu Hen voiced his confusion.
"There are indeed some special cases. Some individuals of exceptional talent, through superior comprehension, break the shackles of Holy Cultivation and achieve breakthroughs by themselves. Some might even inherit teachings from Ancient Divine Beings, awakening more dormant ancestral bloodlines within. Often those individuals who excel without relying on the Holy State become the future governors of the Holy State. Besides, he has not yet cast his soul; once he succeeds, his power will undergo another transformation, and he could easily transcend into a Saint Luo role," Qingxi explained, her eyes shimmering with a trace of admiration.
Clearly, Qingxi hadn’t expected to encounter a legendary figure of the Holy Sect here.
Moreover, unlike those backed by the Great Saint Clan, this person had genuinely worked his way up from the lowest ranks of the Holy Sect, having achieved current strength and prestige through his personal accumulation—all the while Qingxi had never imagined that such a renowned individual had yet to cast his soul.
Casting a soul to a Holy Cultivator was a transformative leap, akin to a Dragon Gate.
If he already enjoyed a dragon’s reputation while still a carp, then what would he become once he leapt over the Dragon Gate!
"His future accomplishments might well match your sister’s," Qingxi added.
"That really is impressive, and the way he spoke just now really exhibited leadership qualities," Wu Hen remarked.
