Mountain Guardian Formation
A mysterious energy coiled around Mu Yu and his allies, separating them from the force of the downward hand slam. Unfortunately, it didn’t help the egg, resulting in the hand smashing the egg onto a rock. The impact left a large hand print in the ground alongside shattered rocks. A veil of dust obstructed everyone’s vision, while residue spiritual energy went wild.
“The talking egg okay?” asked Xiang Nan.
Mu Yu, guilty, gulped. “I don’t know. It’s probably cake by now.”
“Cough, cough, hey, uh, what’s your face, I’m going to end you. I’m not a ball. What did you throw me for?” The egg shook the dust off as it rose from the crater. Dizzy, it spun circles before approaching Mu Yu. It crashed into Mu Yu and continued, “Is your heart made of stone? I told you to hold me, not throw me.”
“My bad, my bad, it was just an in-the-moment sort of thing,” replied Mu Yu, caressing the egg.
Reverend Jiuhua couldn’t believe he didn’t shatter the egg. Ju Wenxing thought his shifu held back.
“Your shabby sword stole my spiritual qi, and you don’t respect the brotherhood. My poor shell almost cracked.”
“What protected us?” queried Cheng Yan.
“That would be the formation, obviously. The old man imprinted your auras onto the formation. The formation was set to automatically rescue you if you were ever cornered. Why didn’t it rescue me? Bloody bugger.”
“Probably because it knew you wouldn’t die,” casually commented Mu Yu.
The egg knocked Mu Yu on the head. “But it hurts bad!”
“And that hurt, too, so stop,” griped Mu Yu, catching the egg.
The formation’s intelligence seemed quite advanced since it didn’t activate when thirty-three Golden Core Realm cultivators attacked or when Ju Wenxing took the twins hostage.
“Put another away, Reverend Jiuhua won’t be able to conquer us today, correct?” Cheng Yan questioned.
“And, the formation has judged that we are endangered. It’s probably going to autonomously deal with the old bugger. Avenge me for that big slap he just gave me,” the egg demanded.
A volume of spiritual qi surpassing Reverend Jiuhua’s collected to form a hand the same as his, parting the air. Reverend Jiuhua realised he had no chance of winning. Therefore, he grabbed his people and ran out of range before he was buried in a crater similar to the one he created.
“Wow!” cheered Kongkong and Miaomiao, abruptly joining with astonished Elder Xun.
It made no sense for Reverend Jiuhua’s technique to be mimicked exactly when there were no Primordial Infant Realm cultivators at Dustfallen Sect. Refusing to believe there was some sorcery-vooddoo-type trick involved, Reverend Jiuhua summoned a majestic flying sword with a golden dragon carved onto it to his hand. He roared as he enhanced his blade, swirling spiritual qi toward his sword. The condensed spiritual qi enlarged his sword. Its power bent air. That was the ultimate technique he was renowned for – Jiuhua Stirs the Heavens. Before his ascension to Primordial Infant Realm, Daoist Qing Song was the only one who could survive the technique. The man was clearly enraged.
If Reverend Jiuhua swung down, Mount Dustfallen would be levelled. However, the mysterious energy that previously intervened spawned again, forming an invisible barrier to shield the mountain. Reverend Jiuhua blistered the barrier, but the expected destruction didn’t occur. In fact, not even the leaves on the trees rustled.
Reverend Jiuhua didn’t have much time to think after delivering the strike as he spotted a phantom sword hovering in the sky. The sword absorbed all of the spiritual qi in the vicinity, glowing gold and bending space.
“Jiuhua Stirs the Heavens? How?” Reverend Jiuhua exclaimed.
The phantom sword copied Reverend Jiuhua’s slash perfectly. To respond, he shifted his sword before him and created a dense spiritual energy barrier before him. The phantasmal sword’s attack cut Jiuhua Seal, the barrier Reverend Jiuhua erected, generating a series of spiritual qi explosions that drove him several hundreds of metres back. He managed to pull Ju Wenxing and Daoist Qi Qin along, but everyone else was vaporised.
Mu Yu gulped. “My goodness gracious…”
Kongkong forgot to bite down on the melon seed he just put in his mouth. “Younger Sister, since when did we have such a wicked formation?”
Miaomiao dropped her melon seed. “Younger Brother, what happened to all those people?”
Egg: “The formation can copy the intruders’ techniques exactly. He’s going to have a taste of his own medicine every time.”
Though the formation executed the technique, the technique came from Reverend Jiuhua. Could one argue Reverend Jiuhua was the real culprit?
“Sp-Spirit Guardian Formation?” stuttered Elder Xun. He unconsciously mumbled, “Spiritual qi key?”
“Sh-Shifu, they…” stuttered Ju Wenxing.
Reverend Jiuhua was still pale, huffing and puffing. He had no idea what to expect. That said, there wasn’t a shadow of doubt in his mind that he wasn’t going to conquer Dustfallen Sect with might unless a particular someone assisted him. “Dustfallen Sect, Sword Shadow Dust Gale, you win for now!”
Reverend Jiuhua took flight with his two allies.
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