110: Chapter 48: The Grand Seaview Stage_3 110: Chapter 48: The Grand Seaview Stage_3 Bu Linhai reacted extremely quickly, the jade flute in his hand gently swayed, casting several ripples around him, and the sound of surging waves hitting the shore echoed from all directions.
Confident in taking down this round of magical combat, Bu Linhai’s Primordial Soul on his Spirit Platform shone brightly.
Next, as long as he did this and that, and then that and this, he could handle this Wanyun Sect disciple just so and so!
Six black pills exploded at the same time, creating six huge white clouds that surged and instantly swallowed Bu Linhai’s figure whole.
Above the island, a dense cloud hundreds of feet wide sealed the Spiritual Sense inside and out.
Bu Linhai instinctively tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
Gu Qingcheng, with his left hand behind his back, his sword brows slightly raised, and a smile on his lips, sent three Immortal Swords flying silently into the clouds.
Although their speed was ninety percent slower than extreme speed, their advantage lay in their silence and stealth.
The next moment, a few muffled groans came from within the dense cloud.
With the Immortal Swords causing havoc and the mist confusing his sense of direction, Bu Linhai seemed to have lost his bearings.
Gu Qingcheng, with a flick of his right hand, suddenly bowed politely in all directions, and said indifferently, “If this were a true fight, he would have been slain by me.”
After that, the Immortal Swords returned to their sheaths, and he turned and floated back to the Wanyun Sect disciples’ cloud platform.
In the dense cloud, Bu Linhai’s figure collided back and forth, frantic like a headless fly.
The intermittent sound of the flute and the waves, though inherently mystical and imposing, seemed rather ironic to the Qi Cultivators watching the scene, especially when they glanced at the leisurely Gu Qingcheng sitting at the edge of the field.
At the edge, Gu Qingcheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.
‘Leaving an opponent stranded on the platform is indeed exhilarating; truly, my Daoist heart is enough.’
Finally, an elder from the Sea Watch Sect swept his sleeves, and Bu Linhai’s figure tumbled out from the dense cloud;
His Daoist Robe was sliced into more than a dozen cuts, but the inner garment remained unscathed.
Bu Linhai glared at Gu Qingcheng with anger.
Just as he was about to shout, he felt a chill at his backside; his Daoist heart trembled, and he instinctively grabbed a piece of clothing to cover the ‘spring scenery’ that was inadvertently revealed.
The Sea Watch Sect elder said coldly, “Step down now!”
Blushing and with red ears, Bu Linhai quickly retreated to the side of the field.
On the Wanyun Sect’s side, the disciples each held a smile and clenched several black ‘Blast Cloud Pills’ in their hands, waiting for their turn to shine.
The disciples instinctively turned to look at Li Ping’an in the corner, their eyes filled with a bit more respect.
This elder brother Ping’an had some truly miraculous tricks.
Li Ping’an shared a bag of dried Spirit Grass with a fellow priest sister when a voice imbued with astonishment and doubt penetrated his ears.
“Young friend, are you the son of Dazhi?”
Li Ping’an was puzzled, as the location from which the Immortal’s voice emanated was hard for him to determine.
He didn’t respond, and the voice seemed to inquire someone else.
Li Ping’an caught a glimpse of Elder Yansheng nodding gently.
Then, a Messaging Jade Talisman shot forth from the Yuan Sect’s area, breaking through the clouds and flying westward through the sky.
It turned out that the Sea Watch Sect’s specially arranged disciple contest had been easily dissipated by Li Ping’an’s magic artifacts, leading to the Wanyun Sect disciples’ prominence and the Sea Watch Sect disciples’ embarrassment, with the Sea Watch Sect elder’s face darkening like the bottom of a pot.
Such a disciple contest was, after all, just an appetizer.
At this moment, the elder cast a glance at the disciples below and, after sending a voice transmission with some advice on their journey, raised his hand in invitation and announced loudly:
“This disciple’s trial was originally due to the scourge of demon creatures in the sea…”
‘This scene change is somewhat abrupt.’
Li Ping’an chuckled inwardly and contemplated the potential situations that could arise next.
It could well be the Sea Watch Sect disciples making things difficult for their own.
Although Li Ping’an didn’t feel that he had much influence in the Wanyun Sect, nor was his sense of collective honor particularly strong;
But to ensure a smooth passage for his side later and to avoid causing too much embarrassment for his father back at the sect, Li Ping’an decided to do something.
Li Ping’an contacted Gu Qingcheng, and when the deputy leader approached, he handed him a magic artifact storage bag.
Gu Qingcheng whispered at knee-level, “Brother Li, what is this?”
“Blast Cloud Pills, specially made, able to explode underwater,”
“Mixed within them are common-grade Bewitching Powder.
When the cloud bursts, Qi Cultivators below the level of Immortal will at least slow down, or in severe cases, faint immediately.
Please use them sparingly, as the immortals at Elixir Dust Peak are unwilling to concoct bewitchment or poison pills, and these were obtained with much effort by my father.”
Gu Qingcheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he transmitted back, “Li…
Elder Brother Ping’an, is this appropriate?”
“It’s for demon eradication,” Li Ping’an blinked, “If any other disciples happen to be affected because they’re too close to the demon creature, that’s not our concern.”
Gu Qingcheng grinned and looked at Li Ping’an with renewed admiration in his eyes.
This Elder Brother Ping’an always managed to pull off all sorts of feats, and his behavior conveyed an inexplicable sense of stability.
Above the cloud platform, a Sea Watch Sect elder announced the rules for the disciples’ trial, spoke passionately about the importance of demon eradication to protect the mortal realm, and declared the trial site’s boundaries.
An Immortal tapped the celestial gong outside the cloud platform.
Elders from the Six Immortal Sects cast their spells, and six white clouds, each three acres in size, rose slowly, carrying the disciples towards the dilapidated ancient ruins.