Chapter 380: Attack on the Island

Fifteen minutes later, a team of cultivators flew in from the front. Their leader was a middle-aged man in his thirties, at the third layer of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Upon seeing Leng Rumei and her group, the middle-aged man's expression subtly changed. He braced himself and spoke, "Esteemed seniors, this is the mountain gate of our Heavenly Wind Sect. May I ask what brings you here?"

Without a word, Leng Rumei raised her hand, and a silver light shot out, flying directly towards the middle-aged man and his team.

"Oh no, enemy attack!"

The middle-aged man only had time to let out a scream before the silver light pierced his body. The entire patrol team was slain by the silver light, without exception, turning into a large spray of blood as their bodies fell into the sea.

Wang Mingren witnessed this scene and felt a bit nervous. He had never killed anyone or witnessed bloodshed before. Despite his nervousness, he was not afraid.

"Roar!"

The green flood dragon let out a strange roar and accelerated its speed.

Not long after, a fan-shaped island appeared in their sight. The island had numerous buildings, and they could vaguely see many figures moving about.

A blue light and a green light flew out from the island, stopping high in the air.

There was a man and a woman. The man, in his thirties, wore a blue python robe and was at the fifth layer of the Core Formation stage. The woman, dressed as a young married woman, wore a green long dress and was at the fourth layer of the Core Formation stage.

The man, Ye Jin, who was the Sect Master of the Heavenly Wind Sect, frowned and said, "Three fellow cultivators, you have trespassed into our Heavenly Wind Sect's mountain gate and killed our disciples. What is the meaning of this?"

The middle-aged scholar coldly stated, "Three years ago, you colluded with Loose Cultivator Xuanyang to attack members of our Taiyi Immortal Sect on an unnamed island. By the order of True Immortal Xuanyu of our sect, those who offend our Taiyi will be shown no mercy. Kill them!" With a raise of his hand, a white long rainbow several zhangs long shot out, flying straight towards the opposing party.

Leng Rumei summoned the Hundred Blades Spirit-Slaying Scroll. With a hand seal, hundreds of flying daggers of various shapes depicted on the scroll shot out, striking towards the opponents.

The green-robed Taoist priest summoned a green horsetail whisk. With a flick of his wrist, a loud rustling sound was heard, and countless green threads shot towards the opponents.

Seeing the combined assault of Leng Rumei and the other two, Ye Jin and his companion's expressions changed dramatically.

Ye Jin's body glowed with a dazzling blue light. He slapped his right palm forward into the empty air, and a colossal blue palm several zhangs in size flashed forth to meet the attack.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion rang out, and the colossal blue palm was shattered to pieces.

Taking this opportunity, Ye Jin and the young woman in the green dress transformed into two streaks of light and fled in different directions.

"Junior Brother Li," the middle-aged scholar instructed, "you stay here and hold the fort. Don't let anyone escape. My Junior Sister Leng and I will go after them." He then pursued the enemies with Leng Rumei.

Pointing to the Great Bay Island ahead, the green-robed Taoist priest said coldly, "All disciples, heed my command! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

"Your disciples obey!"

Wang Mingren and the other fifty disciples, either controlling flying magical artifacts, riding spirit beasts, or casting flying spells, flew towards Great Bay Island.

"Don't be the first to land on the island," Wang Mingren transmitted to his team members. "Follow behind the other teams, and only land after confirming it's safe."

The team led by Li Xin was the first to land on the island. A volley of arrows, numbering over a thousand, unexpectedly flew out from various points on the ground.

"Oh no, enemy attack!" Li Xin's expression changed drastically. He quickly shouted loudly, and with a flick of his wrist, a vast sweep of green sword energy surged forth to meet the incoming arrows.

With dull clangs of metal on metal, several Taiyi Immortal Sect disciples were impaled like hedgehogs, dead beyond any hope of survival.

The green-robed Taoist priest's eyes turned cold. He looked towards a certain spot on the island and said indifferently, "How long do you intend to hide, fellow cultivator? Do you wish to stand by and watch your disciples all perish?"

"Hehe, it's not yet certain who will emerge victorious!" A somewhat hoarse male voice rang out, and a streak of yellow light flew out from the island.

The yellow light revealed a yellow-robed old man in his fifties, carrying a huge yellow gourd on his back.

"Let the juniors handle this place!" the green-robed Taoist priest said indifferently. "How about we spar elsewhere, fellow cultivator?"

The yellow-robed old man smiled faintly, transformed into a streak of yellow light, and flew towards the east.

"This place is yours now," the green-robed Taoist priest instructed. "Remember, leave no one alive." He then transformed into a streak of green light, giving chase.

"Kill!"

Witnessing this scene, the Taiyi Immortal Sect disciples landed on the island one after another and engaged in battle with the cultivators on the island.

Before Wang Mingren could land, three green flying daggers flew towards him.

With a hand seal, countless golden lights appeared behind him, transforming into golden flying daggers about a foot long, which rushed forward to meet the attack.

A series of clanging sounds of metal colliding rang out, and the three green flying daggers were sent flying.

A young man in green robes took out a green orb. Before he could throw it, a yellow greatsword about a zhang long shot towards him, slicing him, along with his protective spiritual light, in two.

Great Bay Island was quite large. While the more than fifty Taiyi Immortal Sect disciples were somewhat few in number, they were all Foundation Establishment cultivators, with the lowest cultivation at the third layer of Foundation Establishment. There were many defenders on the island, but the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators was not large; most of them were below the third layer of Foundation Establishment.

Wang Mingren made a hand seal, and countless red lights appeared behind him, transforming into crimson fireballs, which rushed forward, vying to strike a woman in a green dress opposite him.

The woman in the green dress quickly summoned a green shield, holding it in front of her.

Hundreds of crimson fireballs successively crashed onto the green shield, causing a huge explosion, and raging flames engulfed the green shield.

Wang Mingren raised his hand, and two golden lights shot out, revealing themselves to be two oddly shaped rings.

One ring was encircled by a golden dragon, the other by a golden phoenix. Their edges were incredibly sharp. They were the Male and Female Dragon-Phoenix Rings, a high-grade magical artifact.

The two rings transformed into two streaks of golden light and instantly vanished into the sea of fire.

With a loud "boom," the sea of fire was shattered.

A miserable female scream rang out. The dragon ring pierced her body, and the phoenix ring severed her head. Her headless body fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

Wang Mingren quickly walked forward, searched her body for valuables, and then ran towards the distance.

Among the five captains, Wang Mingren's cultivation was the lowest. He was well aware that his position as captain was partly due to his master.

The spiritual medicine garden offered the most benefits and was undoubtedly the primary target everyone would scramble for. Even if he reached the spiritual medicine garden, he wouldn't be able to get much spiritual medicine. His target was the Scripture Pavilion.

The Heavenly Wind Sect was a cultivation sect, and it should have a significant collection of classics. The Wang family had not been established for long, lacked deep foundations, and was in urgent need of cultivation techniques and classic texts.

It wasn't that he was selfless; if he contributed a Yellow-grade cultivation technique that could be cultivated to the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment, the family would reward him five hundred spirit stones. For a Black-grade technique, the reward was three thousand spirit stones; for an Earth-grade technique, five thousand spirit stones; and for a cultivation technique that could reach the Core Formation stage, the reward was at least ten thousand spirit stones.

There were rewards for merits and punishments for faults.