"Just as now the path ahead is blocked, we need to communicate well with other fellows."
"Path blocked?" The middle-aged man with the Silver Spear was sowhat enlightened. "Could it be that your Cultivation Technique is lacking, preventing you from advancing to the Profound Light Realm?"
"Not so." Lou Yi shook his head and said, "The Cultivation Technique I practiced only reaches the level of Martial Artist Peak, at most allowing to cultivate True Strength.
Even the thod to cultivate Gang Qi was unclear to initially; I forced myself to practice blindly, not even sure if my thod was correct."
"What?!!" The five listeners were horrified, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Without corresponding inheritance, how can you reach such a level, easily killing an Extre Foundation Establishnt?"
Hearing the word ’inheritance’ from the few, Lou Yi’s eyes lit up, "Inheritance? Do you all have Cultivation Techniques beyond the True Martial Realm?"
"We do have inheritance, but all are lacking and can only reach the True Martial Realm.
The Profound Light Realm and Techniques beyond that have been completely erased by irresistible forces..." the man with the Silver Spear said with a bitter smile.
"Does the True Martial Association have a complete inheritance?" Lou Yi inquired further.
"This..." The five looked at each other, and the man with the Silver Spear clasped his hands and said, "We are not very clear about this either.
If you want to know, you may co back with us, perhaps soone in the higher-ups of the association knows."
"Alright." Hearing the invitation, Lou Yi was eager to accept.
However, after the man with the Silver Spear invited Lou Yi, the other four beca anxious, covertly communicating with Divine Sense.
"Old Dong, why did you invite him? Do you really want to bring this calamity back?"
"If I didn’t invite him, do you think he wouldn’t follow us? Let’s just go with his wishes gracefully, so everyone’s face remains intact."
"We don’t even know if he is friend or foe.
If we bring him to the branch, what if he starts a massacre? Wouldn’t we beco sinners through the ages..."
"What’s there to fear, the branch currently has Incense Master Lin, who has reached the True Martial Peak, condensed several Divine Apertures, and is just a step away from the Profound Light Realm!
Though formidable, this person is probably still not a match for Incense Master Lin!"
"I feel this person is not evil; didn’t you see the reaction of the Spirit asuring Lamp?"
"With this person’s profound cultivation, how could the broken Spirit asuring Lamp possibly asure it? Utterly foolish!
If you hadn’t brought him along, would we be this passive now?"
"You ungrateful bastard! Would you have preferred to be a corpse without bringing him along?"
"Alright, alright, you two stop arguing.
Let’s just go with the flow; we have no other choice, we’ll deal with changes as they co."
On the scene, Lou Yi continued to watch them with a smile, not urging them, seemingly unaware of their secret discussion.
Finally, the man with the Silver Spear said to Lou Yi, "Ti is urgent, you must keep up with us."
With that, he dashed off in one direction.
His body surged with red Gang Qi, speed exceeding the speed of sound, covering hundreds of feet with each breath.
Including Lou Yi, all five others closely followed the man with the Silver Spear.
Knowing ti was pressing, none dared to delay.
As they ran, Lou Yi took the opportunity to engage them in brief exchanges.
"May I know your esteed nas?"
In fact, Lou Yi already knew their nas through the Attribute Panel.
Even their Realm and the Cultivation Techniques they practiced were crystal clear.
"I am Dong Liqian." The middle-aged man holding the Silver Spear hesitated for a mont but revealed his real na, though nothing more.
"I am Fang Xiaochui, fifty-three years old, from the Wei Kingdom, practiced the Wolf Fang Club since childhood, almost unmatched among Martial Artists of the sa level..." The black-faced man, Fang Xiaochui, was candid and seed to have little wariness towards Lou Yi, revealing quite a bit of information.
The other three, like the man with the Silver Spear, only revealed their nas.
The short, stout man with the Green Snake Treasure Sword was nad Niu Jiandong. The young man in blue clothes, adept with Golden Leaf weapons, was nad Jiang Yanqing. The robust man often fighting bare-handed despite carrying a curved blade was nad Lai Chengyi.
"Wait a mont!" Midway, Lou Yi frowned, "There should be soone ahead, we need to change direction."
Though his clone did not have the innate fortune-telling ability of the body, the Martial Artist’s intuition remained, sensing danger ahead.
"Alright!" Though the man with the Silver Spear did not perceive the threat, he chose to trust Lou Yi.
He promptly changed course by ninety degrees and continued, taking a large detour, eventually bringing them safely to a hidden underground space.
The space was more than thirty feet below ground, not large, only about thirty or forty square feet.
At its center was a small hexagram Teleportation Array, outlined with complex black lines, surrounded by over a dozen black array flags regularly positioned, effectively concealing teleportation fluctuations.
"Being exposed this ti, the Yellow Springs Sect people will surely scour for us like mad dogs.
I don’t know if this Teleportation Array can be secured." The man with the Silver Spear sighed, "Regardless, next ti, it certainly cannot be used again."
"No worries, we have plenty of alternatives..." The black-faced man’s words were abruptly halted by the others’ stern glances.
Seeing this, Lou Yi couldn’t help but find it amusing.
The territory of the Yin Sha Realm was vast, possibly larger than Zhao Kingdom where Lou Yi was situated.
Since the True Martial Association had already established the location of this realm, laying down multiple Teleportation Arrays was no difficulty at all.
The Yellow Springs Sect could at most locate those Teleportation Arrays already used.
For those unused, unless they overturned the entire realm, finding them would be impossible.
The six stood on the Teleportation Array.
The man with the Silver Spear took out a transparent white crystal sphere, palm-sized, with blue Spiritual Essence liquid energy flowing inside, even audibly making ’swooshing’ sounds.
He then unhesitatingly crushed the crystal.
The Spiritual Essence contained within seed alive as it infiltrated the Teleportation Array underfoot, making the array glow brightly montarily.
Following a dizzying whirl, everyone instantly vanished from the spot.
Uncertain whether a mont or a long ti had passed.
Upon regaining daylight, Lou Yi’s clone found himself in a quiet garden.
Around them, one by one, vibrant red peony flowers blood.
At a distance of about ten feet stood a slightly old pavilion, containing a simple stone table and four stone stools.
’Bang!’
The man with the Silver Spear imdiately acted, Gang Qi surging from his body, destroying the Teleportation Array before him with a palm strike.
The five people then distanced themselves from Lou Yi’s clone.
Though there was still a hint of fear in their eyes, they were not as tense as in the Yin Sha Realm.
Lou Yi, seemingly indifferent, turned to examine his surroundings, while simultaneously sensing his main body, finding he couldn’t sense it at all, indicating a considerable distance between them.
"Returned?"
At this mont, a slightly aged yet sonorous voice resounded.
"Incense Master Lin!"
Excitedly called the man with the Silver Spear and the others.
Subsequently, a figure stepped into the garden.
Clad in a bright red brocade robe with black leather cloud boots, his head of silver hair tied up with a white jade hairpin.
His physique robust, Qi-Blood exuberant, eyes seeming to gleam constantly, so sharp one dared not et them directly.
"Hmm?"
Initially approaching with a smile, upon seeing Lou Yi, an unfamiliar faced man, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Who are you?"
"Incense Master Lin, he’s..." The man with the Silver Spear had started to explain.
But Lou Yi spoke first.
"Instructor Lin, you don’t rember this junior?"
Upon hearing this familiar voice, the red-robed elder’s body trembled.
A ten-year-old mory surfaced in his mind.
Bringing wine, teaching secret techniques, conversation in the woods, willingly captured by the soldiers to save townfolks...
Then he saw the face of the person opposite, shifting like kneading dough.
The final familiar face matched perfectly with the one from his mory.
"Lou boy, it’s you!" The red-robed elder’s eyes brightened.
Two visible white beams shot directly into the void.
Seeing this, the other five high-level Martial Artists were stunned, not expecting the person they brought back to be acquainted with Incense Master Lin?
"Haha, didn’t I say he wasn’t a bad guy!" The black-faced man Fang Xiaochui laughed heartily.
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