Chapter 1302: Qingshan Challenges the Nascent Soul Stage (No Update Today)

True Sand Cultivator felt a sudden chill in his chest as a ghostly hand with long, slender nails pierced through him, clutching his blood-soaked heart.

Had he been at his peak, True Sand Cultivator, though possibly outmatched, would not have been killed so quickly. However, he had already been injured by the formation, and coupled with Zhao Meier's surprise attack, he was utterly defenseless.

A miniature Nascent Soul flew from True Sand Cultivator's corpse, but before it could escape, a green light shot forth, precisely striking it and pulling it into Zhao Meier's mouth. She chewed a few times, swallowed, and a look of rapture spread across her face.

"A Nascent Soul-stage specter!"

Jin Yu was greatly startled and exclaimed in shock.

Since the destruction of the Myriad Specter Sect, the number of specter cultivators in the South Sea had been incredibly small, with the most prominent among them being True Bone Cultivator Zheng Guqi.

The Wang family actually had someone raising a Nascent Soul-stage specter. Was this creature raised by the Azure Lotus Immortals?

Zhao Meier gave a sinister smile and lightly struck out with one hand towards Jin Yu, her palm seeming to float as if it weighed nothing at all.

An invisible pressure assaulted Jin Yu, causing the golden flames around her to flicker wildly. Startled, she quickly pulled out a palm-sized golden conch, its surface pulsing with runes, clearly indicating it was a magic treasure.

A low horn blast echoed, and a shimmering golden sound wave shot forth.

Boom!

With a tremendous roar, the void twisted. Wherever the golden sound wave passed, the void distorted and warped, and violent winds erupted in all directions.

Zhao Meier's figure flickered, and she vanished, transforming into a gust of sinister wind.

True Dragon Cultivator's expression shifted between gloom and uncertainty. Merely breaking through Azure Lotus Island's formation had cost them a Nascent Soul cultivator, and Jin Yu was injured. Although they held an advantage in the number of Nascent Soul cultivators, the Azure Lotus Immortals had yet to appear.

With the Wang family possessing one Nascent Soul cultivator and a Nascent Soul-stage specter cultivator, a forceful assault on Azure Lotus Island, even if successful in eliminating their opponents, would surely leave True Dragon Cultivator severely disadvantaged.

He considered retreating, as doing so now wouldn't incur significant losses.

True Dragon Cultivator had spent a fortune to persuade True Sand Cultivator to deal with the Azure Lotus Immortals. If he left now, it would be difficult to ask Lady Golden Butterfly and Liu Haodong for help again, as favors were not infinite and diminished with each use.

With the thought that "where there's life, there's hope," True Dragon Cultivator decided to retreat. Just then, a tremendous roar came from high in the sky, and a multitude of five-colored light spots appeared in the void, dazzling and magnificent, like fireworks bursting high above.

"This is a Nascent Soul formation phenomenon!"

True Dragon Cultivator was stunned for a moment, his face instantly filling with killing intent.

Considering the timing, Wang Qingshan was the most likely member of the Wang family to be forming a Nascent Soul. Even if they were to retreat, they couldn't allow him to calmly breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Attack together, break in!" he ordered. "Junior Sister, you tie down that specter."

After True Dragon Cultivator spoke, he made a hand seal.

The yellow flood dragon on the surface of the Yellow Dragon Seal let out a deafening roar that resounded throughout Azure Lotus Island.

The Yellow Dragon Seal glowed brightly and, amidst a low rumble, struck towards the inner city.

Lady Golden Butterfly and Liu Haodong also attacked the formation. However, they too were considering retreat and did not intend to reveal their identities, so they refrained from using their innate magic treasures. They merely employed spiritual arts or controlled other magic treasures to attack the inner city's formation, which was already sufficient.

The azure formation disc in Immortal Purple Moon's hand emitted a series of ear-piercing shrieks, and her brows furrowed deeply.

Wang Qingshan had actually triggered his Nascent Soul lightning tribulation at this moment. This was troublesome, as even if a Nascent Soul cultivator merely approached his residence, the lightning tribulation's power would increase.

"Haitang, Tianmi, Mengfen, the three of you go guard Qingshan's residence," she commanded. "Don't let anyone get close, or it will affect his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage. Youwei, Mingyue, Xianfen, you control the puppet beasts to obstruct them."

Immortal Purple Moon made a swift decision and gave her orders.

The time it took for each cultivator to break through to the Nascent Soul stage varied, and Immortal Purple Moon couldn't guarantee she could withstand the attacks of three Nascent Soul cultivators. After all, her opponents possessed spirit treasures, and their strength was not comparable to ordinary mid-Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Yes, Senior Lin."

Ye Haitang and the others responded in unison. Ye Haitang and her two companions leaped towards Wang Qingshan's residence, while Wang Youwei and his group stood ready. Hundreds of Wang family cultivators summoned their puppet beasts, preparing to cooperate with the clan elders against the powerful enemy.

Besides Ye Haitang and her two companions, the Wang family had seven Core Formation cultivators on the island: Wang Youwei, Wang Xiansheng, Wang Xianfen, Ouyang Mingyue, Wang Huaxing, Wang Jiyun, and Wang Qingqi.

Their expressions were tense, as this was their first time experiencing such an event.

"Don't panic, everyone," Wang Qingqi said firmly. "We will definitely repel the enemy. Even if we die, we cannot let them disturb Seventh Brother's Nascent Soul formation."

Wang Qingqi said in a deep voice, his gaze incredibly firm.

He knew very well what Wang Qingshan's Nascent Soul formation meant and would absolutely not allow anyone to disturb his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.

Wang Qingqi, Wang Youwei, Wang Xiansheng, Wang Xianfen, and Ouyang Mingyue each held a small mirror shimmering with blue light. These were the Heavenly Sea Mirrors, the keys to opening the Zhoushan Secret Realm, and also a set of offensive magic treasures.

In a secluded courtyard, Wang Changjie watched Wang Qingqi and the others floating high in the sky, his hands clenched into fists. He wished he could rush forward and kill the enemies himself.

Having lived in Fire Crow Market in the Northern Borders during his childhood, Wang Changjie had developed a strong sense of belonging to the Wang family after arriving at Azure Lotus Island. Wang Qingjing had explained the family's development to him, Wang Qingqi had taught him alchemy, and Wang Mengfen had been very attentive to his daily life.

"When I become a high-level cultivator," Wang Changjie vowed, "I will definitely kill all these scoundrels who are attacking our family."

Wang Changjie said through gritted teeth. This was the first time he had so desperately wanted to become stronger. Unbeknownst to him, Wang Qingshan had faced a similar situation years ago, which had led him to establish his Dao heart to protect the family.

On a peak filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, a huge black thundercloud hovered, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling. Thick silver lightning bolts streaked across, and the black thundercloud churned violently, giving off a strong sense of oppression.

"Form the array! No one must pass, even if it costs our lives."

Ye Haitang took out over a hundred formation flags and some formation discs, handing them to Wang Mengfen and Wang Tianmi, and asked them to help set up formations. The formations were to be arranged with Wang Qingshan's residence at the center, extending ten li outwards.

They set up a total of three sets of formations, forming three defensive lines. Each person was responsible for one line, with Ye Haitang in charge of the first.

Ye Haitang sat cross-legged on the ground, a black banner planted before her. Her gaze was firm, as if she had embraced death.

Wang Mengfen and Wang Tianmi sat down cross-legged, both their faces displaying resolute expressions.

Inside the secret chamber, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his eyes slightly closed. Next to him was a small, exquisite azure incense burner with half a Three Yuan Spirit-Stabilizing Incense stick burning inside.

His expression was normal; he was currently overcoming his inner demons.