Chapter 109: Grand Retreat

Wang Yu merely shifted his body, and was hurled sideways dozens of zhang away.

The purple-gold flying shuttle smashed into the spot where he had just stood, instantly shattering the ground nearby.

Two men and one woman leapt down from the flying shuttle.

The woman appeared to be in her thirties, clad in a purple palace robe, tall and voluptuous, exuding seduction in every movement, like a fully ripe peach—but a pink character “Huan” was embroidered on her chest.

Both men were in their twenties, dressed entirely in black robes with familiar skull insignias on their hems; one held a bone banner, the other a bone blade.

“Guardian Force Warriors”

The lead woman in purple palace robes, towering like a small giant, stared in slight surprise at Wang Yu, who had not yet retracted his Black Tiger Breathing Method.

“Huanxi Palace”

Wang Yu also studied the woman before him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

After four years of cultivation at the Four Symbols Sect, he was no longer ignorant of the demonic sects of Yu Kingdom.

He knew well that Huanxi Palace was a notorious demonic sect in Yu Kingdom, its strength equal to that of the Black Soul Sect.

Now that disciples from both sects appeared together, did this mean the two major demonic sects had allied?

With his terrifying spiritual sense, he swept over the three in an instant and discerned the Huanxi Palace woman was at the late Qi Refining stage, while the two Black Soul Sect disciples were only at mid-Qi Refining.

“Tsk tsk, how unusual—I merely picked a target to chase, and ended up stumbling upon a hard nut,” the purple-robed woman said, scanning Wang Yu’s spiritual energy fluctuations with her own spiritual sense; only after confirming he was around mid-Qi Refining did she relax.

If he had not only trained a Force Warrior body cultivation method but also possessed spiritual power comparable to it, she would have turned and fled without a word.

“Sister Yu, what’s to fear from just one Force Warrior? Our Black Soul Sect excels at striking from afar—we won’t let him get close,” said the Black Soul Sect disciple holding the bone banner, smiling apologetically at the woman, then shaking his banner; immediately, streams of black qi surged forth, curling toward Wang Yu.

The other Black Soul Sect disciple said nothing, tossing his bone blade into the air; amid swirling black qi, it shot forward, a faint black thread connecting its tail to his fingertip.

“Is that all?” Wang Yu said calmly, forming a hand seal with one hand; red light surged before him, and a fist-sized fireball materialized, then split into two, four, eight, sixteen…

Each fireball burned crimson on the surface, with a faint purple glow flickering at its core.

“What is this?”

The purple-robed woman’s face changed, but she had no time to warn the other two.

Wang Yu swung his arm, and the multitude of fireballs shot out in a dense barrage, striking the incoming black qi and the bone blade.

“Boom!”

Wheel-sized bursts of light exploded, streaked with threads of purple radiance, transforming into a rolling sea of fire.

Streams of black qi vanished instantly, as if encountering their ultimate antithesis.

The bone blade darted wildly through the flames, but within a few breaths, it too dissolved into a wisp of smoke.

“Crack.”

“My artifact!”

The Black Soul Sect disciple’s banner cracked open with long fissures, causing him to scream in disbelief.

The other disciple turned pale, spat out a mouthful of blood—his black thread had vanished entirely.

At that moment, red light flickered across Wang Yu’s body as he murmured incantations, reaching one hand toward the fiery sea; a sheet of red light shot from his palm and vanished into the flames.

The next instant, with a roar, the sea of fire rolled toward the three opponents.

Both Black Soul Sect disciples turned pale; one flicked his sleeve, releasing a chilling blue gauze that blurred into an icy barrier to meet the fire.

The other slapped his waist pouch, drawing forth a yellow artifact shaped like a fan; he waved it upward, summoning a violent gale that surged skyward.

Together, the icy barrier and the gale halted the fire sea from descending.

But then Wang Yu’s body blurred, launching forward like a crossbow bolt.

“Go!”

The purple-robed woman, who had done nothing until now, suddenly shifted her form, snatching one Black Soul Sect disciple by the neck and yanking him backward with force; all three flew backward in unison.

The nearby purple-red flying shuttle whistled over, engulfing them.

With a piercing sound, the purple-red shuttle turned and vanished into the sky.

“My artifact!”

“What’s the point of artifacts? Didn’t you see he’s nearly mastered Semi-Polar True Flame? If we don’t flee now, I might get trapped here too!”

From afar, the purple-robed woman’s curses drifted faintly from the flying vehicle.

Only then did Wang Yu’s form blur, reappearing at the spot where the three had stood; he gazed strangely at the retreating shuttle, then reached out and plucked the blue gauze from the air.

Simultaneously, red light swept from his body, causing the flames to vanish; the red light curled back and reentered his body, disappearing without a trace.

Wang Yu exhaled slowly, releasing a thick white mist, while the golden mist forming his arm armor also receded rapidly, dissolving back into his body as mist.

He raised his hand again; a black iron boat materialized, and he leapt onto it.

He scanned his mind with his spiritual sense and saw two spell seals floating quietly within his spiritual sea: one composed of eight spirit marks, the other of twelve.

These spirit marks glowed entirely crimson, but were covered in dense silver patches, like circuit boards from the Blue Star world.

Wang Yu’s eyes flickered; he withdrew his spiritual sense, activated the mechanical flying boat, and soared away without looking back.

But this time, he did not fly toward the Four Symbols Sect—he headed toward Cuiyun Mountain, where the Yin family’s spiritual domain lay.

Not long after, massive bone boats, wrapped in black qi, rolled across the sky above the site of Wang Yu’s battle, heading straight for the Four Symbols Sect’s mountain gate.

One day later.

The Four Symbols Sect’s mountain gate erupted again in a Golden Core-level battle, destroying two of its five intact spiritual mountains.

Although the Three Golden Core Elders of the Four Symbols Sect, leveraging the sect’s foundations, awakened a dormant Golden Core Perfect spiritual beast and together repelled the six Golden Core Elders of the Black Soul Sect and Huanxi Palace, they still left the Flame Elder severely wounded, and his life beast, the Two-Headed Pigeon, perished on the spot.

During this battle, the sect’s grand formation became nearly useless due to the absence of a formation master and the betrayal of the Azure Dragon Elder.

After deliberation, the Three Elders of the Four Symbols Sect realized they could not withstand the two demonic sects; they communicated with several Elders of the Thousand Bamboo Sect and issued evacuation orders to all affiliated forces: leave Tongzhou.

All Four Symbols Sect disciples and affiliated forces must relocate within one month to neighboring Jingzhou, where the Thousand Bamboo Sect would allocate them portions of spiritual land to recover and rest.

During this period, two Golden Core Elders from the Four Symbols Sect and two supporting Elders from the Thousand Bamboo Sect would lead a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, splitting into small units to frequently ambush the rear of the two demonic sects, tying down their high-level forces and covering the entire evacuation.

At this moment, Wang Yu returned to Cuiyun Mountain, the Yin family’s spiritual domain.