200: Chapter 200: Breaking the Line

Just as Ye Yisong thought he was about to perish, a heavenly sound entered his mind. Ye Yisong immediately gave up struggling, allowing the black claw to grip him, as if he had accepted his fate.

Ye Yisong had absolute confidence in the 798 Navigation System. If it could even achieve resurrection, was escaping from the hands of a 5th Rank demon even worth mentioning?

"Break."

An aged voice came from the direction of the fishing port. Zhao Fenghua had searched all of Tongquan Port but could not find the Formation base or the eye of the Soul-Devouring Underworld King Array. A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, which was also an insult to him as a 5th Rank Formation Master.

To actually be trapped in a Formation by a peer and be unable to find a way out.

When Xue Hun sacrificed himself and increased the power of the Formation to its maximum, all the pressure fell upon Zhao Fenghua.

If Zhao Fenghua could not break the Formation, none of the three would be able to escape today; they would all die here. The strength of the Underworld King, summoned by devouring two Martial Kings, was terrifying.

Zhao Zuoxiang and Ancestor Ye Rongming had just tasted it; they hadn't even been able to withstand a casual strike from the Underworld King before receiving some internal injuries.

If the Underworld King were to attack with full force, it would likely only take a few moves to kill them all.

At the critical moment when Ye Yisong was about to be devoured, Zhao Fenghua finally found the location of the Formation base. It was not in a house, a high tower, nor hidden within the nearby mountains, but set upon several drifting fishing boats outside the port.

It was quite a good scheme; as a veteran 5th Rank Formation Great Master, Zhao Fenghua had been careless and missed it.

Under the sacrificial refining of the living beings in Tongquan Port, the Underworld King's strength grew increasingly powerful. Zhao Fenghua dared not delay any longer; he struck several times with his Demon-Subduing Pestle, shattering eight fishing boats.

"No!"

With the Formation base broken, the Formation immediately lost control. The Underworld King's gradually solidifying body dissipated rapidly like a deflating ball. The first to bear the brunt was the black ghost claw gripping Ye Yisong, which instantly turned into nothingness.

Ye Yisong immediately felt his body lighten, freeing him from the ghost claw's control. The 798's imminent takeover of his body's movements also ceased, restoring his freedom.

"Yisong, are you alright!"

The moment the Formation was broken, Ancestor Ye Rongming appeared in front of Ye Yisong, looking at this outstanding junior with a face full of worry. After a quick examination, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just some superficial injuries; nothing serious.

"Quickly absorb the pure Mental Energy here; it is a great tonic for the Divine Soul," Ancestor Ye Rongming hurriedly urged Ye Yisong.

Ye Yisong was just worrying that his Mental Energy was breaking through too slowly and couldn't keep up with the speed of his Cultivation Breakthrough. And just like that, help arrived right when he needed it. Ignoring his bodily injuries, he immediately began to absorb the pure Mental Energy left behind by the Soul-Devouring Underworld King Array.

However, as a Martial Ancestor, how could Ye Yisong compete with three Martial King big shots? It was only because Ancestor Ye Rongming secretly took care of him that he managed to obtain a few slightly larger sources of Mental Energy.

"Refreshing."

Ye Yisong let out a low moan from within. If one wanted a significant boost in strength, it truly was a case of 'murder and arson lead to golden belts.'

It was just that the process was too dangerous; a single slip-up and one could lose their life. Just like these two East Sea demons—how arduous it was to Cultivate to the Martial King realm, yet they threw away a bright future for a moment of greed.

"This is?"

Zhao Fenghua asked, as if he were seeing Ye Yisong for the first time.

"Great Master Zhao, this is an unpromising junior of mine."

Ancestor Ye Rongming replied with a bow.

"If someone who has Cultivated to a 5-star Martial Ancestor before reaching the age of twenty, and whose Mental Energy has broken through to the 4th Rank Late Stage, is called unpromising, then there are no promising Disciples left," Zhao Fenghua said flatly, his eyelids twitching a few times.

"I wonder if he is married? I have a granddaughter who is beautiful, and her age is similar to this lad's. When you have time, you can come to my Zhao Family as a guest to meet and see if the two have any affinity."

"This lad is not yet married, but I fear he might not be a match for Great Master Zhao's granddaughter." Ancestor Ye Rongming seemed to refuse, but his actions betrayed him; he grabbed Zhao Fenghua's right hand, and the two were nearly ready to sign a marriage contract right in front of Ye Yisong.

"Hahaha, whether they are a match or not, we shall see after they meet," Zhao Fenghua replied.

Ye Yisong's head was dizzy; the few clusters of Mental Energy he had just absorbed in his mind had not yet been fully digested. He was completely powerless to stop Old Ancestor Ye Rongming's behavior of selling him out to his face and could only let it be.

The evil Formation laid by the demonic cultivator slaughtered living beings and created useless sins, turning Tongquan Port, which had been prosperous for hundreds of years, into ruins within an hour.

The Spiritual Vein was damaged, and the total population dropped to a freezing point. Even the Martial Artists who were lucky enough to survive would flee with their families after this incident.

The negative impact caused by the Soul-Devouring Underworld King Array was not just the annihilation of living beings; it turned a thriving land into a dead zone.

Without the strength of a Martial Ancestor, one absolutely could not survive here.

Yet, Martial Ancestor powerhouses would not look twice at a cursed land with a damaged Spiritual Vein. The only ones interested might be those Martial Artists who Cultivate evil arts.

After this battle, Tongquan Port was essentially ruined!

"Let's go!" Zhao Fenghua dug out the few Formation bases that were still relatively intact and embedded in the fishing boats, pried out the Spirit Stones inside, boarded the flying boat without hesitation, and left this place thick with ghost energy.

All three had suffered some minor injuries to varying degrees. The sound waves from the recent battle must have alerted nearby Martial Artists. To avoid difficulty in escaping later, it was better to leave early.

After entering the sphere of influence of Cangjiang Prefecture, Zhao Zuoxiang parted ways with the two and flew alone toward the administrative seat of Cangjiang Prefecture. He had left in a hurry last time, and there was still a matter waiting for him to handle there.

Ancestor Ye Rongming took Zhao Fenghua and flew rapidly toward the direction of Luomu Mountain.

"This junior of yours is extraordinary!" This was the umpteenth time Zhao Fenghua had praised Ye Yisong. Along the way, Ye Yisong had been Talisman Making day and night, with a success rate as high as 40 percent, which only strengthened Zhao Fenghua's idea of taking Ye Yisong as his granddaughter's husband.

If possible, Zhao Fenghua even wanted Ye Yisong to marry into the Zhao Family. It was foreseeable that in a few years, the Zhao Family would have an additional 5th Rank Talisman Master, and the Family's strength would have the potential to surpass the number one Family in the East Sea, the Hu Family.

"Uncle Zhao, we're here." Ancestor Ye Rongming called him 'Uncle Zhao' affectionately, completely ignoring the eye-rolls from Ye Yisong on the side.

Ye Yisong was young and didn't understand the hardships of managing a household. After Ancestor Ye Rongming broke through to become a Martial King, he had only lived a few comfortable days in the last hundred years.

Being able to get on the Zhao Family's boat, Ancestor Ye Rongming would even dare to call Zhao Fenghua 'Grandpa.' Anyway, given Zhao Fenghua's age, he wouldn't be at a loss.

"What a fine Luomu Mountain; you really know how to choose a place." Zhao Fenghua looked at the endless 4th Rank flowers, plants, and trees, with the 5th Rank Red Maple tree dotted in the middle, which was the finishing touch.

Ancestor Ye Rongming nodded with a smile. Luomu Mountain was the ancestral land he had chosen after five years of searching. The amount of effort he had put into it was immense; how could it not be good?

But Zhao Fenghua's next sentence made Ancestor Ye Rongming unable to smile.

"Gather fifty Martial Ancestor Martial Artists to assist me; we will begin setting up the Formation in three days!"