Chapter 339 Teleportation Failed, We're Still Being Watched! Young Master, Please Wait!

Listening to the constant stream of discussions around him, Lin Mo's expression gradually became somewhat strange.

"Good heavens..."

"Now I've straight up become Lei Jingxiao?"

"And the real Lei Jingxiao has instead become my servant?"

He rubbed his nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

The imaginative capacity of this crowd was simply a bit too strong, wasn't it?

Lei Jingxiao is my servant... does Lei Jingxiao himself know about this?

Lin Mo subconsciously stole a glance at Lei Jingxiao out of the corner of his eye.

This look almost made him burst out laughing.

Lei Jingxiao's reasonably handsome face was currently as black as the bottom of a cooking pot.

The corners of his mouth twitched frantically, and his face even carried a hint of indignation and grievance that was hard to hide.

In fact, Lei Jingxiao was indeed very indignant right now.

Previously on the flying boat, when Formation Grand Master treated him as a tool for piloting the ship for Lin Mo, he hadn't said anything!

After all, the man was a Ninth Rank Grandmaster of Formations and a Senior; he couldn't afford to offend him.

But what about now?

This group of nonsensical onlookers, who lacked any discernment, actually claimed he was Lin Mo's servant?

This was something he could hardly endure!

Think of him, the dignified Ninth Sequence of the Yanyang Holy Land—wherever he went, wasn't he surrounded by crowds and held in high esteem?

Now he was being called a servant, which was even worse than being a ship-piloting tool?

Was this an insult to his character, or a trampling of his dignity?!

However.

He wasn't the only one who felt it was unbearable.

Beside him, Mu Yurou was also gnashing her teeth in anger, her small fists clenching until they cracked!

"Ha?!"

"How dare they say that I, this Great Auntie, am a maid?!"

"Is there some mistake!!"

"I am the noble successor of the Tianji Hall!"

Mu Yurou's chest heaved violently with anger. Although no great waves could be seen due to her plain figure, the fury was very real.

"Is this crowd blind?!"

"Can't they see my transcendent and refined temperament that is untainted by the mortal world?!"

"A maid? Pfft! I think their whole families are maids!"

"Pfft..."

Hearing these huffy complaints, Lei Jingxiao, who had been sulking, glanced at Mu Yurou.

Instead, he couldn't hold it in and directly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Mu Yurou whipped her head around, staring with wide eyes and asking fiercely.

"Ahem, sorry, I couldn't help it."

Lei Jingxiao coughed twice, suppressing his laughter as he looked Mu Yurou up and down, noting her plain, almost shabby cloth clothes.

"Miss Mu, to be fair."

"With your low-profile attire... it's somewhat understandable to be mistaken for a maid."

"After all, which young lady of a great house goes out wearing this?"

"But this Sequence is different!"

Lei Jingxiao puffed out his chest, pointing at the exquisitely crafted, luxurious dharma robe he wore, which faintly shimmered with flowing lightning, and said indignantly:

"With this outfit of mine, plus this overbearing temperament!"

"They can still be blind enough to call me a servant—that's truly having dog eyes!"

"Attire?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Mu Yurou looked down at herself, her face full of defiance.

"I'm being down-to-earth! It's called returning to one's true self, do you understand?"

"Can this mask my innate, extraordinary temperament?!"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, feeling she had suffered a massive insult.

"That's true."

Lei Jingxiao nodded in agreement.

"In the end, it's the fault of these people for having eyes but no pupils, only judging people by their covers!"

"Since their mouths are so loose, I'll make them shut up right now!"

After saying that, a sharp light flashed in Lei Jingxiao's eyes, and a powerful Aura instantly coalesced.

Boom!!

He swept a cold gaze toward the chattering crowd. An invisible thunderous pressure erupted in everyone's ears like a sudden clap of thunder!

"Ah!!"

"My... my head!"

The onlookers felt as if their heads had been struck hard by a heavy hammer; their eardrums throbbed with pain.

One by one, they turned pale with fright and immediately shut their mouths, not daring to utter another word.

"Hmph, it's much quieter now!"

Looking at the crowd of passersby who were now as quiet as cicadas in winter, Lei Jingxiao nodded with satisfaction and subsequently ignored them.

As for the small interlude happening behind him, Lin Mo didn't pay it much mind.

He looked at the Fierce Sword King, who had stepped aside to make way for him with a respectful expression, and offered a polite word:

"Then I must thank Senior Yang."

Having said that, Lin Mo didn't stand on ceremony and was the first to step into the shimmering passage.

"Let us go in as well."

The Fierce Sword King turned around, called out to the two behind him, and they all walked in together.

After passing through the passage, everyone's vision suddenly opened up.

In the center of a massive plaza, a giant teleportation Formation nearly a hundred zhang wide, inscribed with countless spatial Formation runes, stood there quietly.

Around the Formation, dozens of Formation Masters wearing Holy Land attire were nervously calibrating the grand array to ensure the teleportation went without a hitch.

"Little Friend Lin, the teleportation Formation needs a few minutes to charge and prepare. Please wait a moment."

The Fierce Sword King reminded Lin Mo.

"Mhm, no matter."

Lin Mo nodded, standing with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

He could afford to wait this little bit of time.

Time passed minute by minute.

After about four or five minutes.

Buzz!

The previously silent teleportation Formation suddenly emitted a low hum.

Immediately following, streaks of brilliant spatial spiritual light began to flow over the Formation runes, emitting a heart-palpitating spatial fluctuation.

Clearly, it was now ready.

"Come, Little Friend Lin, we can go."

Seeing the teleportation Formation finally prepared, the Fierce Sword King's spirits rose, and he clearly showed a look of joy!

As long as they stepped into this teleportation Formation, in less than a moment, they could cross a distance of hundreds of millions of miles and successfully arrive at the Yanyang Holy Land!

At that time, his arduous mission of escorting the Taiyin Sacred Body would finally reach Perfection!

And once they were at the Holy Land, even if the sky fell, the Holy Lord and the Grand Elders would be there to hold it up; it would no longer be his concern!

"Good!"

Lin Mo did not hesitate, gave an affirmative response, and immediately stepped into the center of the teleportation Formation.

He was also somewhat impatient to see just how magnificent the legendary Yanyang Holy Land truly was.

A moment later.

Lei Jingxiao and Mu Yurou also stepped onto the teleportation Formation one after another.

"Activate!"

The Fierce Sword King gave the order.

The Formation Masters in charge of controlling the array immediately executed their hand seals.

Boom!

The teleportation Formation flared with light, and a majestic spatial force instantly enveloped everyone.

If nothing went wrong, in just a few seconds, their figures would disappear from here and descend before the distant mountain gates of the Holy Land.

However.

Something did go wrong!

At the very instant the teleportation Formation was about to activate and the spatial passage was about to form.

Buzz—!!!

A terrifying, vast pressure like the majesty of the heavens suddenly descended from the sky!

This pressure was so strong that it forcibly penetrated the defensive light screen of the teleportation Formation,

directly freezing the nearly formed spatial passage in place!

Crack, crack, crack!

The originally flowing spatial spiritual light solidified, and the teleportation Formation emitted a groan of being overburdened.

Then, the light rapidly dimmed, and it completely failed!

The teleportation... failed!

"Eh?!"

"Not good!"

"This is... Saintly Might?!"

"We were still targeted?!"

Feeling this unfamiliar and terrifying Aura, the Fierce Sword King's expression changed instantly, his pupils shrinking violently!

An extremely bad premonition began to surge frantically in his heart!

And just as he was filled with shock and uncertainty.

An ethereal, melodious voice abruptly echoed around Lin Mo.

It also caused his bad premonition to turn directly into reality!

"This Young Master, please..."

"Stay your steps for a moment!"