Chapter 1248: Halfway Ambush

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Somewhere high in the sky, a beam of green light steadily advanced. A hazy, greenish escape light faintly enveloped a remarkably young man who was idly toying with a pale red jade slip in one hand, a faint smile gracing his features.

This individual was none other than Han Li, who had recently departed from the Heavenly Secret Hall. The jade slip in his hand, of course, contained the secret technique for refining a Mustard Seed Spatial Realm.

"I hadn't realized that for all its renown, the Mustard Seed Spatial Realm's refining process isn't complex, and most of the required materials are common. If that's the case, creating such a space shouldn't be difficult at all," Han Li murmured within his escape light.

"Heh heh, can this even be called a Mustard Seed Space? In my opinion, it's merely a spatial rift that allows for fixed-point teleportation. A true Mustard Seed Space is a supreme treasure that can be carried on one's person and entered at any time, from any location," the boy's lazy voice suddenly echoed in Han Li's ear.

"While your words have merit, fellow cultivator, how could cultivators of our Human Realm possibly possess the power to refine such treasures? Even the Qiankun Pouch you mentioned, and my former Black Wind Flag, are merely artifacts with minor spatial abilities; they can hardly be called Mustard Seed Spaces," Han Li replied, unperturbed.

"That point is valid. As far as I know, even in the Spirit Realm, true Mustard Seed Spaces can be counted on one hand. And almost every owner of such a supreme Mustard Seed Space treasure is a top-tier being in the Spirit Realm; otherwise, those who coveted them would have long since seized them. Now that you have this spatial refining secret art, are you going to the Yinluo Sect to seize that Ghost Soul Banner? But, are you just going to swagger directly up the mountain like that, fellow cultivator?" the boy retorted with a chuckle.

"Storming the mountain directly? Of course not. Even though the Yinluo Sect now only has one Grand Cultivator, it is still one of the Ten Great Demonic Sects. Who knows what powerful restrictions or hidden trump cards they might possess within the sect? The Yinluo Sect is also an ancient sect with a long heritage. I wouldn't want to risk my life," Han Li said, shaking his head.

"Then, fellow cultivator, you mean...?" The boy's curiosity seemed to have been piqued.

"It's simple. To catch a thief, first catch the king. Once the Yinluo Sect Master is dealt with, the remaining Nascent Soul Elders will be easy to handle. Furthermore, we've already inquired about it in the market beforehand. In recent years, many powerful Demonic Dao sects have coveted the Yinluo Sect's status among the Ten Great Sects, and this Yinluo Sect Master seems to have been frequently leaving the sect recently. As long as we seize the right opportunity, we can eliminate him outside Evil Python Mountain. Without a Grand Cultivator presiding, even if the Yinluo Sect's restrictions are powerful, there won't be too many concerns. However, before making a move, we must first select other targets for action. Once we act, we absolutely cannot delay for too long. If a Deity Transformation cultivator were to notice and interfere, we would be in big trouble," Han Li's voice grew somber.

"That's true. While Grand Cultivators of the Human Realm certainly won't easily make a move, if you truly intend to exterminate such a large sect, I'm afraid those fellows won't be able to sit still either," the boy said with a faint smile.

This time, Han Li offered no reply, but a hint of coldness flickered at the corner of his mouth. After putting away the jade slip in his hand, his escape speed instantly doubled, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace from the nearby sky.

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More than half a year later, a massacre was unfolding above an unknown mountain range at the border of Feng Province and Huang County.

Approximately five or six black-robed cultivators were commanding over a thousand bronze-armored corpse puppets, surrounding dozens of other cultivators dressed in various garments, and fiercely attacking them.

These bronze-armored corpse puppets were all of considerable rank. Coupled with the black-robed cultivators joining the attack, corpse qi surged across the land. In just the time it takes to eat a meal, all the cultivators surrounded by the horde of corpses, except for a few Core Formation cultivators with the highest cultivation, were swallowed by the corpses.

The few remaining cultivators also appeared to be in dire peril.

Just then, a resonant, metallic roar suddenly came from the distant horizon. The roar soared straight into the sky, causing the fighting cultivators, upon hearing it, to feel a stinging pain in their ears, as if pricked by needles. Immediately, their mouths began to buzz simultaneously.

Upon hearing this roar, the faces of the besieging black-robed cultivators changed drastically, while those under siege were greatly invigorated, joy appearing on everyone's face.

From the distant horizon, spiritual light flickered, and faint rumbling thunder could be heard as a mass of emerald-green demonic cloud, several mu in size, roared forth. This demonic cloud was indeed enormous, its escape speed incredibly swift; in the blink of an eye, it had traversed over a hundred zhang and was now not far from the battling cultivators.

"I wondered who would personally lead a team to target my sect? So, it's Fellow Cultivator Bi from the Bloodbone Sect." Just then, a cold voice suddenly emanated from above the fierce battle. A black light flashed, and a blurry figure eerily emerged.

The figure casually waved both sleeves, instantly transforming into an inconspicuous flash of gray light that vanished in an instant, shooting directly towards the demonic cloud opposite.

"Old Devil Fang!" an exclamation came from the opposite side. Immediately, the demonic cloud changed direction without hesitation and instantly fled backwards.

"Hmph hmph, since you've already entered my sect's territory, there's no need to leave." A cold snort was heard, and immediately, the sound of tearing through the air intensified. The gray escape light's color shifted rapidly, turning into a jet-black hue, and simultaneously, its escape speed doubled.

The two, one in front and one behind, fled over a hundred li in a mere moment, disappearing without a trace at the edge of the horizon.

Upon seeing this scene, the black-robed cultivators' hearts settled once more, and they urged their bronze-armored corpse puppets to launch an even fiercer assault. Meanwhile, the trapped cultivators, upon hearing the name "Old Devil Fang" and similar terms, showed expressions of despair. Although they desperately fought and inflicted significant damage on many bronze-armored corpse puppets, they were ultimately annihilated completely by the black-robed cultivators.

Then, these black-robed cultivators conjured one dark leather pouch after another and collected all the bronze-armored corpse puppets into them. However, they did not leave immediately. Instead, they stood there, whispering amongst themselves for a while, their gazes occasionally darting towards the distant sky.

After an unknown period of time, spiritual light flickered on the distant horizon, and a dark rainbow emerged, shooting towards them.

The black-robed cultivators who had been talking immediately ceased their conversation and stood respectfully, lined up on two sides.

A black light flashed, and the dark rainbow appeared before them, revealing a figure shrouded in black mist.

"Greetings, Sect Master!" These black-robed cultivators immediately bowed in deep respect, their faces filled with awe.

"Have the Bloodbone Sect members all been dealt with?" the figure shrouded in black mist asked calmly.

"Rest assured, Sect Master," a tall old man said, stepping forward a few paces and replying respectfully. "All seventy-three cultivators from the Bloodbone Sect who infiltrated our sect have been completely annihilated; not a single one escaped."

"Elder Bi Huo of the Bloodbone Sect also had his physical body destroyed by me; I only allowed his Nascent Soul to return. After this incident, the Bloodbone Sect surely won't dare to easily target our sect again. Hmph, if not for our sect being short-handed, I would have directly stormed the Bloodbone Sect myself," the figure said chillingly.

The other black-robed cultivators dared not interject. They merely stood there obediently, waiting for the figure's next instructions.

Then, the figure in the black mist pondered for a good while before speaking again with instructions:

"There's nothing here for now; you all should return to the sect first. I still have some matters to handle alone; I might return a bit later."

"As you command!"

These black-robed cultivators naturally dared not show the slightest objection, all accepting the order. Then, under the gaze of the figure in black mist, these black-robed cultivators transformed into escape lights of various colors and swiftly flew away from the area, finally disappearing at the edge of the horizon.

Only the figure remained in the nearby sky, floating alone in mid-air. He gazed into the distance from within the black mist, unmoving, as if completely frozen. After an unknown period, he suddenly spoke:

"Fellow cultivator, you've been watching the excitement for quite some time now; isn't it time you showed yourself? Do you wish for this Fang to force you out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure sharply turned his head to stare at an empty spot nearby, his tone becoming unfriendly.

"Oh, Fellow Cultivator Fang truly lives up to his reputation as the Yinluo Sect Master, managing to discover my presence. But you waited until your disciples had left before revealing my whereabouts. Are you afraid of implicating them?" A leisurely voice belonging to an unfamiliar man drifted over. Immediately, a green light flashed, and a young man dressed in plain green robes appeared there with his hands clasped behind his back.

This young man was indeed Han Li, and the cultivator named Fang in the black mist was, naturally, the target of his current journey, the Yinluo Sect Master.

Speaking of which, in order to precisely ambush this person, Han Li had personally monitored the vicinity of the Dumang Mountain Range, where the Yinluo Sect's main headquarters were located, for a full six months or more. It was only then that he finally seized this opportune moment and had been tracking him ever since to this location.

"It's you?" the Yinluo Sect Master exclaimed, his body trembling suddenly, as soon as he clearly saw Han Li's face. He then fixed a fierce gaze upon Han Li, having recognized him at a glance.

"It seems Sect Master Fang has also recognized me," Han Li replied, his gaze unusually calm, his expression one of indifference.

"You have indeed advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage. Are you here now to kill me?"

The black mist enveloping the Yinluo Sect Master suddenly dispersed, revealing a young face that appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His complexion was unusually pale, and a faint emerald light flickered in his eyes, making him appear extremely eerie.

"Indeed. Since I am here, between you and me, only one can leave this place alive," Han Li said slowly, his demeanor unchanged, as if simply chatting with a friend.

"Good, very good. Even if you hadn't come for me, I had planned to seek you out in Tiannan later. Rumors are spreading everywhere that Old Devil Gan and Grandmaster Hanli from the Minor Polar Palace both perished by your hand. To be honest, I didn't believe it for a moment. So, for you to come seeking death at my doorstep this time, this Sect Master couldn't be more delighted. I can finally avenge the death of my wife and the great vendetta of several other elders, all at once!"

Upon hearing Han Li's words, the Yinluo Sect Master's expression changed several times, but finally, a brilliant emerald light burst forth from his eyes. He suddenly threw back his head and burst into wild laughter.

Immediately, this figure spun around rapidly, and large plumes of black mist instantly appeared around his body, submerging him in a blink. Following this, sounds of ghostly wailing emerged from within, and several tall figures eerily appeared in the black mist.

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