387: Chapter 387 Spirit Valley

This celebratory feast would last for a full three days.

After finishing the wine on the table, Chen Xuan left with Qi Yue, having no intention of staying any longer. Listening to various Sect forces flatter each other was less appealing than returning to the Flame Continent to drink and listen to music with that kid Qin Tianxing.

He led Qi Yue and flew out of the Wansheng Dao Court's territory on the wind.

Only then did Chen Xuan condense a spiritual light at his fingertips and raise his hand to summon his mount, Bai Ze.

Bai Ze's four hooves stepped into mid-air, leaving a golden lotus mark with every step. Its usual traveling speed was no different from an Integration Realm Cultivator's long-distance flight, and if in a hurry, its speed would likely be even faster than Chen Xuan's current movement.

Half an hour later, Bai Ze entered a vast expanse of sea. The surface was calm and waveless, with only the whistling of the air.

This was the sea at the edge of Huangji Prefecture. The water was deep cyan, and the distant horizon merged with the night sky.

At that moment, Chen Xuan's brow furrowed imperceptibly as his spiritual Qi began to circulate quietly. He abruptly raised his hand, and a shimmering white spiritual barrier instantly expanded, tightly enveloping himself, Qi Yue, and even Bai Ze's entire form.

Almost the moment the barrier formed, several attacks containing frigid killing intent suddenly erupted!

The deep cyan water below surged violently as several pitch-black attacks burst out. From the dark clouds on both sides, several sharp spiritual lights also shot out, all crashing toward Bai Ze!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of continuous impacts rang out as spiritual lights slammed heavily into the spiritual barrier, stirring up layers of shimmering white ripples, yet they ultimately failed to budge it in the slightest and vanished into nothingness in an instant.

Bai Ze raised its head and let out a clear, displeased cry. The auspicious spiritual light around its body grew even denser, steadily supporting the two as it suspended them in mid-air.

"An ambush!"

Qi Yue's expression turned grim. Her delicate hand quietly pressed against the golden hairpin in her bun as her eyes scanned the surroundings.

Chen Xuan quickly recalled the two and a half years of hardship he had endured when he first arrived in this world, only then managing to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

This trip was worth it, truly worth it!

He hadn't expected that even as he was about to leave, some warm-hearted Fellow Daoists would specially deliver such a generous parting gift.

"Everyone, stop hiding and come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, ten figures emerged one after another from the dark clouds on both sides.

They were all dressed in tight-fitting black martial attire, with tall statures and strange masks on their faces—some ferocious, some feminine—concealing their true countenances and revealing only their eyes.

The three leaders had auras as heavy as mountains, their spiritual power fluctuations incredibly vast, clearly at the third level of the Mahayana Realm cultivation base. The other seven were not to be outdone, their auras condensed and heavy, all being experts in the Body Integration Realm. The auras of the ten people intertwined, creating a majestic sense of pressure.

Just as Qi Yue felt an invisible pressure, it instantly dissipated.

It seemed the Sect Master had once again dispelled this pressure for her.

Chen Xuan chuckled, then spoke loudly, his voice reaching the ten people opposite him: "I wonder what business you Fellow Daoists from Yuling Valley have in blocking our path?"

His gaze swept across the three leaders. "Are you reluctant to part with those four heaven-rank magic treasures, or are you waiting here specifically because of that old grudge from the Rain God Continent?"

As his voice fell, the leading man moved slightly and slowly raised his hand to remove the Opera Mask from his face. Beneath the mask was the resolute face of a middle-aged man, who was none other than the Valley Master of Yuling Valley!

Qi Yue was somewhat surprised.

She hadn't expected Yuling Valley to discard even this much face, resorting to such a low tactic so soon after losing the bet.

The Valley Master stared at Chen Xuan, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion: "How did you know our identities?"

Chen Xuan nodded slightly and asked in return, "Is that still important now?"

"Or rather, if I obediently hand over the treasures, would you, Fellow Daoist, show mercy and grant me a way to live?"

The Valley Master froze for a moment, seemingly not expecting this person to remain so composed despite being surrounded. He then threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter full of disdain: "Peak Master Chen is even more open-minded than I imagined! To be a turtle in a jar with no way out, yet still be so calm, is truly impressive."

"Do you really not want to reconsider?"

Chen Xuan's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "There's no need to completely alienate my Dao Seeking Sect for the sake of a mere four heaven-rank magic treasures. Besides, the world is unpredictable. If you accidentally capsize in a gutter, an old Sect like Yuling Valley will have its reputation completely ruined and become the laughingstock of the Nine Prefectures."

"No matter, no matter!"

The Valley Master waved his hand with a smile: "If I really capsize in a gutter, then I'll accept my defeat."

Before his voice had even faded, a sharp light burst from his eyes, and he shouted sternly:

"Do it!"

Truly, good words cannot persuade a ghost determined to die.

At his command, the other nine men in black moved instantly.

With such a lineup, even a Cultivator at the fifth level of the Mahayana Realm could be fought. He truly didn't believe the person before him had that kind of ability.

As for the woman beside him...

He had already asked someone to investigate her cultivation base; an ant at the third level of the Soul Emergence Realm was not even worth mentioning.

The seven Body Integration Realm Cultivators moved like lightning, each summoning their Magic Treasure. Flying Swords, Talismans, and chains intertwined into a dense, airtight net that lunged toward Chen Xuan's head.

Meanwhile, the other two Mahayana Realm Elders at the third level stood to the left and right, coordinating with the Valley Master to form a triangular encirclement.

"Lì—!"

The Divine Beast Bai Ze seemed to sense the danger. It raised its head and let out a clear cry, its auspicious spiritual light surging to form a massive light shield that firmly protected Qi Yue within. Its four hooves trotted, quickly carrying Qi Yue back and away from the center of the battlefield to avoid being affected.

He merely shifted his body slightly, turning into an afterimage to avoid the core of the killing net, then raised his hand and tapped several times in the Void Realm. Spiritual power erupted from his fingertips, transforming into several invisible bursts of energy that precisely struck the nodes of the killing net.

"Crack—"

With a crisp sound, that seemingly infallible Magic Treasure killing net instantly shattered. Fragments flew everywhere, transforming into a sky full of spiritual light that dissipated.

Seeing this, the Valley Master's face darkened. His hands quickly formed seals as he chanted under his breath. The Void Realm in front of him distorted, and a massive phantom of a Black Giant Python slowly condensed. The python's head was ferocious, flicking its foul-smelling tongue.

Simultaneously, the Elder on the left summoned a Blood-colored Long Saber. The blade burned with raging flames. With one slash, a Flame Giant Dragon dozens of feet long roared and charged toward Chen Xuan.

The Elder on the right pressed his palms together, and a golden Talisman flew out from his sleeve, exploding in mid-air.

In an instant, a massive Swastika Buddhist Seal appeared a few feet above Chen Xuan's head. The seal rotated slowly, radiating brilliant golden light. Countless profound Buddhist scripts flowed from the seal, intertwining into a golden cage that locked Chen Xuan firmly inside. The pressure of the Buddhist light was like a mountain, as if it intended to suppress and refine him.

Three powerhouses at the third level of the Mahayana Realm released three ultimate moves simultaneously: the Buddhist seal to lock him, the giant python to bite him, and the fire Dragon incinerating the heavens. They descended almost at the same time, with a power so great it was enough to make ordinary Mahayana Cultivators flee in panic!

However, Chen Xuan remained unmoved.

"Boom—!"

A sudden thunderclap rang out as a bolt of Purple Lightning as thick as a bowl struck down from nowhere. Carrying irresistible thunderous power, it instantly hit the Swastika Buddhist Seal above his head. The golden light exploded, and the Buddhist seal shattered upon impact. The surrounding cage of Buddhist scripts also vanished into the Void Realm, turning into specks of golden light.

Next, Chen Xuan casually pointed a finger, and a seemingly weak golden spiritual light shot out, fast as a shooting star, instantly piercing the head of the Black Giant Python. The massive phantom collapsed like a bubble.

Facing the roaring Flame Giant Dragon, he flicked his finger, and a crystal-clear water droplet appeared out of nowhere. The droplet instantly expanded in the air, transforming into a massive water curtain dozens of feet wide, like the Heavenly River hanging upside down, slamming heavily into the Flame Giant Dragon.

"Sizzle—"

Steam billowed as the flames were instantly extinguished. The Dragon let out an unwilling wail before completely dissipating.

With effortless ease, the three ultimate moves were all dismantled, and the crisis vanished into nothingness.

Chen Xuan looked up at the group: "Fellow Daoists, is this all you've got? It's a bit disappointing."