My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 341: Don't Misunderstand
Although it is also called Purple Cloud Mountain, the Purple Cloud Mountain where Lu Bai was at the moment had no maple forests as red as fire.
Its area was also quite large; it was better called the Purple Cloud Mountain Range than Purple Cloud Mountain.
Walking in the mountains, almost all that met the eye were verdant peaks.
Strange rocks towered, ancient pines were vigorous; they could be used as a scenic area without any problem.
Lu Bai had no intention of joining the Qingwang Sect disciples; anyway, with those Qingwang Sect disciples’ cultivation, they couldn’t provide him any help, so it was better to let them play on their own.
After making the decision, he flew straight toward the highest peak in the mountains in a low-altitude flight manner.
Without accident, the young generation’s elites would all head to this highest peak located in the center of Purple Cloud Mountain in the end.
It was obvious that dispersing over a thousand Immortal Sect disciples into Purple Cloud was not as exaggerated as pouring a cup of water into the sea.
In terms of a cultivator’s mobility, it was at most like pouring a cup of water into a fish tank.
In just this short while, Lu Bai sensed quite a few magic fluctuations; clearly, many Immortal Sect disciples had already started fighting.
Lu Bai was traveling in such a flashy flight manner, so naturally, he would be noticed by many Immortal Sect disciples along the way, but no one had attacked him yet.
After all, rumor had it that he defeated Late Foundation Establishment Xi Ao Yan with one move, and he was suspected to have stepped into Golden Core Stage; those without some confidence really didn’t dare to challenge a powerhouse of Lu Bai’s level.
However, no one provoking him didn’t mean no one was asking him for help.
Just as Lu Bai was about to fly over a stone forest, an urgent female voice rang out from below.
“Is the newcomer Senior Brother Lu Bai of Qingwang Sect?”
The voice contained surprise like finding new life in desperation, making Lu Bai subconsciously look down.
Then he saw the young woman who had called out being punched flying by someone, blood spurting out, her waterfall-like black hair stained with spots of bloodstains, becoming disheveled.
Seeing this, Lu Bai also stopped, hovering in mid-air.
A rough scan showed that the situation below was quite simple.
Two groups of people: one side was three muscular men, the other side was five female cultivators with varied grace.
Although the female cultivators’ side had numerical advantage, they were clearly being suppressed and had to call for aid.
Seeing her senior sister beaten to the brink of death, one of the younger junior sisters hurriedly shouted toward Lu Bai.
“Our Fan Gong Yuan has been on good terms with Qingwang Sect for generations; now we face calamity, we implore Senior Brother Lu Bai to lend a hand!”
Lu Bai hadn’t figured it out yet when the three muscle brothers on the other side spoke up right after.
The leader stepped forward, cupping his hands toward him, and said: “Fellow Daoist Lu, this matter has nothing to do with you; if you can leave just like this, our Golden Scale Holy Land will owe you this favor.”
Lu Bai could easily sense that the three Golden Scale Holy Land disciples were all at Foundation Establishment Stage, while among the five Fan Gong Yuan disciples, only two were at Foundation Establishment, and both were only Early Foundation Establishment.
In this situation, forget a Golden Core Stage cultivator; even a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator would be a power that could influence the balance.
Both groups stared at Lu Bai, waiting for him to decide.
Comparatively, the Golden Scale Holy Land side appeared more relaxed.
In their view, with their Golden Scale Holy Land’s prestige, normal people definitely wouldn’t easily offend them; moreover, they weren’t asking Lu Bai to help, just to pretend he saw nothing and leave directly.
“Is your Golden Scale Holy Land so unreasonable!” The little junior sister from Fan Gong Yuan was so angry she was about to cry.
The leading muscle man disdainfully curled his lip: “Blame your Young Master of the Courtyard for not knowing what’s good for her, daring to refuse to become dao companions with the Holy Son.”
Listening to the conversation between the two sides, Lu Bai suddenly had a toothache.
He originally thought the two groups were fighting over some treasure, but it turned out to be just this matter.
This made him feel somewhat uninterested; he circulated his own spiritual power, preparing to continue flying toward the center of Purple Cloud Mountain.
At that moment, the leading muscle man saw Lu Bai give his answer with action and smiled satisfiedly: “Fellow Daoist Lu, you made a wise choice; I will tell the Holy Son about this, and even if the Holy Son doesn’t allow you to follow, he will surely give you a reward.”
Lu Bai had already flown a short distance when he heard this and turned back.
The smile on his face grew even brighter: “You seem to have misunderstood something.”
“What do you mean?”
The leading muscle man was slightly stunned.
Lu Bai didn’t explain; he raised his hand to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, condensing a massive spiritual energy palm print, which slapped down in an instant.
The palm print purely composed of spiritual energy was like a majestic mountain, carrying a grand and majestic sense, covering the three Golden Scale Holy Land disciples within the attack scope.
The gap between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core was not worlds apart, but not something ordinary people could make up for.
Even using all means under the threat of death, the three Golden Scale Holy Land disciples were still powerless.
The palm print pressed down like a great mountain; the tough bodies that the Golden Scale Holy Land disciples prided themselves on were shattered on the spot, all perishing.
The situation changed too quickly; the several Fan Gong Yuan female disciples didn’t react, and by the time they realized they had found new life in desperation, Lu Bai had already flown far away.
……
On the high platform in Purple Cloud City.
The middle-aged man with skin flickering with specks of golden light snorted coldly, stood up, and looked toward Elder Wang.
“Wang the Gambler, your Qingwang Sect disciples are quite capable.”
Naturally, the Immortal Sects didn’t lack secret arts for recording images.
To prevent cheating, the situation in Purple Cloud Mountain was live-streamed throughout.
So after seeing his three pretty talented disciples slapped to death by Lu Bai, this Golden Scale Holy Land elder not flying into a rage to injure people could be considered good composure.
Elder Wang felt a headache, but since it had already happened, he couldn’t just admit defeat; he braced himself and retorted: “What? Can’t afford to lose? Don’t play if you can’t afford to.”
“Good, good, good.”
The Golden Scale Holy Land elder laughed from extreme anger, said no more, and sat back in his position.
An old woman with a face full of wrinkles had a complex expression.
She was the Leading Elder of Fan Gong Yuan this time; she only gave Elder Wang a grateful gaze, not speaking mainly because she didn’t dare to offend Golden Scale Holy Land.
……
The Golden Scale Holy Son sat cross-legged in mid-air, his whole body flickering with golden light, exuding a heavy fierce might.
He soon received the message sent before death by his Holy Land disciples, a flash of undisguised killing intent in his eyes.
“Lu Bai, is it?”
He changed from sitting cross-legged to standing posture; during this process, thunder-like crackling sounds came from inside his body, even causing the air to vibrate.
Noticing his action, a Golden Scale Holy Land disciple who had just beaten an opponent into heavy injury turned his head and asked cautiously: “Holy Son, what is this?”
The Golden Scale Holy Son’s killing intent boiled.
“There is an arrogant fool who needs to be granted despair.”
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