Chapter 3273: Blue Luck Empty Combination

Inside a four-story cyan pavilion, in a guest room, a short, stout old man in a cyan robe was holding a cyan communication disk and speaking.

“Reverend Kuangchui has advanced to the Integration Stage and is holding a celebration?”

The old man in the cyan robe frowned.A low male voice came from the cyan communication disk. “That’s right. The Wang family also received an invitation, and Long Qingfeng is among them. True Lord Taihao’s eldest son is personally leading the team.”

“Understood. Go tell them this news. The plan has changed. See if we can make a move halfway,” the old man in the cyan robe instructed.

Their original plan was for Mu Hai to lead an attack on Feilong Market, drawing the attention of the Wang family’s Integration Stage cultivators. The old man in the cyan robe would then eliminate Long Qingfeng, and they would break out from both inside and outside. This plan was quite disadvantageous for the old man in the cyan robe. If he failed to break the formation or if the Wang family’s Integration Stage cultivators arrived swiftly, he might not be able to escape. If they acted in a desolate area, he could still flee if he was outmatched.

The man’s voice came from the communication disk. “Could this be a conspiracy by the Wang family? A deliberate trap?”

“Probably not! How would the Wang family know we intend to target Long Qingfeng? Fewer than five people are privy to this information, and even the Golden Dove tribe doesn't know the target. However, to be cautious, we’ll observe for a while and look for an opportunity to act. You go notify them first that the plan has changed,” the old man in the cyan robe instructed.

“Understood. I’ll go notify them immediately.”

Deep within the Myriad Spirit Abyss lay a vast black plain. Thunder continuously rumbled, and thick silver lightning bolts struck down from the sky, faintly accompanied by a mournful wailing sound.

A gray shadow shot through the air, rapidly ascending towards the sky. Before it could fly a hundred miles, a ten-zhang diameter silver lightning pillar descended from the heavens, accurately striking the gray shadow. A shriek was heard, and the surrounding few miles were submerged in silver lightning.

A flash of cyan light, and a cyan-glowing lightning spear shot forth, plunging into the silver lightning. Another mournful wail echoed. When the lightning dispersed, the gray shadow had vanished, revealing a large pit emitting black smoke, with a cyan lightning spear stuck in its center.

Liu Yao flew over, reached out her hand into the void below, and a black orb shot towards her, disappearing into her hand. From a distance, Wang Mengshan and a handsome young man in a yellow shirt flew closer. Wang Mengshan’s face was pale, and there was a bleeding wound on his left shoulder.

“Senior Liu, your cultivation is profound. Even Integration Stage ghosts are no match for you,” Wang Mengshan flattered, his voice weak. The Wang family had set a trap, arranging for an ancient cultivator’s dwelling in the Myriad Spirit Abyss. Wang Mengshan and other Void Refinement cultivators entered the Myriad Spirit Abyss to search for spiritual medicines and unexpectedly discovered the ancient cultivator’s dwelling. However, its restrictions were too powerful for them to open, so Wang Mengshan reported it to Liu Yao. Liu Yao personally led a team, broke the restrictions, and obtained two mid-grade Spirit-Opening Treasures and a sum of cultivation resources. She promised to provide Wang Mengshan with a spiritual pill to help him advance to the Integration Stage.

The Wang family could provide spiritual pills and treasures to help Wang Mengshan reach the Integration Stage, but that would place him on equal footing with the Cold Flame Sect. If the Cold Flame Sect provided the spiritual pills to assist Wang Mengshan in advancing, they would trust him more, and it would be natural for Wang Mengshan to feel closer to the Cold Flame Sect. No one would suspect an Integration Stage cultivator they personally nurtured to be an enemy.

The young man in the yellow shirt said with pride, “My master is a lightning cultivator; lightning spells are the bane of demons and ghosts.” This was Sun Yilei, Liu Yao’s disciple and a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator.

“Enough with the flattery, you two. We have what we came for; let’s go back! Young friend Wang, you can try to break through to the Integration Stage in the Ice Flame Mountain Range!” Liu Yao said solemnly. Compared to her own gains, a spiritual pill was insignificant. Liu Yao summoned a silver-glowing flying boat and stepped onto it. Sun Yilei and Wang Mengshan followed her. “Let’s go!” Liu Yao changed her incantation, and the silver flying boat ascended into the sky, leaving the Myriad Spirit Abyss.

In the Yunhang Mountain Range, the Blue family’s ancestral land, a team of Blue family disciples was patrolling. The leader was a tall young man in a golden shirt, and they all wore smiles. Lan Fukong had advanced to the Integration Stage, and a grand ceremony was being held to celebrate, with many guests invited and the entire clan rejoicing.

A cyan streak of light appeared in the distant sky, rapidly flying towards them. Not long after, the cyan streak stopped, revealing a cyan-glowing flying boat with over a hundred cultivators standing on it. Leading them was a rosy-faced, purple-robed old man with a pale face and no beard, who was clearly a Void Refinement cultivator.

The young man in the golden shirt seemed to recognize the purple-robed old man and immediately bowed. “Greetings, Senior Wu.” The purple-robed old man politely said, “Young friend Lan, I’ve come to attend Senior Lan’s Integration Stage celebration. Here is my invitation.” He gently flicked his wrist, and a golden invitation card flew out, landing before the young man in the golden shirt.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions. He had often mocked Lan Fukong in the past, viewing him as sycophantic, fawning, and neglecting proper cultivation. Who would have thought that Lan Fukong would advance to the Integration Stage? Many Void Refinement cultivators who mocked Lan Fukong had either died under great heavenly tribulations, been killed by powerful enemies, or met misfortune while seeking treasures. Only Lan Fukong had managed to advance to the Integration Stage. Everyone used to call Lan Fukong the “Great Coward True Lord,” yet he had somehow “cowardly” entered the Integration Stage. Times had changed, and Void Refinement cultivators no longer dared to mock Lan Fukong.

The young man in the golden shirt took the invitation, examined it carefully, and after confirming its authenticity, returned it to the purple-robed old man.

A loud dragon roar echoed, and a red flood dragon appeared in the distant sky, quickly flying towards them. The young man in the golden shirt suddenly remembered something and quickly sent out a communication talisman.

Not long after, the red flood dragon stopped, carrying over a hundred cultivators on its back. The leader was Wang Qingcheng. The purple-robed old man and others immediately bowed, their expressions respectful. “Greetings, Senior Wang.” The Wang family was now one of the ten great human forces in the Xuanling Continent, boasting numerous masters, backed by Zhenhai Palace, and also in-laws with the Blue family. Wang Qingcheng said pleasantly, “Young friend Lan, we’ve come to attend Fellow Daoist Lan’s Integration Stage ceremony.” Wang Ruyi lightly flicked his wrist, and a golden invitation card flew out towards the young man in the golden shirt. The young man in the golden shirt glanced at it, then respectfully returned it to Wang Ruyi.

A streak of light flew out from deep within the Yunhang Mountain Range—it was Lan Fukong. Lan Fukong said with a chuckle, “Fellow Daoist Wang, your esteemed presence honors us. I apologize for not coming out to greet you sooner.” The most astute decision he had ever made was to form a marriage alliance with the Wang family, clinging to their strong support and assisting them. If not for that, he might not have been able to advance to the Integration Stage.

“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lan!” Wang Qingcheng said with a smile, cupping his fists. “You’re too kind, Fellow Daoist Wang. Please come in; I’ve already prepared a banquet,” Lan Fukong said, making a welcoming gesture. He then looked at the purple-robed old man and the others, smiling as he added, “Young friend Wu, long time no see. Since you’ve made the rare trip, please have a few more drinks.”

“Certainly, certainly,” the purple-robed old man replied, his expression tense. He was filled with regret, fearing that Lan Fukong might settle old scores. If he had known this would happen, he would never have mocked Lan Fukong in the past.

Lan Fukong gave a few instructions to his clansmen, then led Wang Qingcheng and the others into the Blue family compound.