Chapter 463

A loud “boom!” echoed.

A massive white fireball shot up from the lower pavilion.

After the rolling white flames condensed, Wang Yu stood in midair barely ten zhang from the emerald dragonfly, his gaze sweeping over the long-haired youth before calmly speaking:

“So it’s Master Miao visiting late at night. Since you’re eager to offer some instruction, I, Wang Mou, naturally won’t refuse—but this place is too crowded. How about we move to the river’s surface to settle this?”

“No problem, let’s go together,” replied the long-haired youth, Miao Feng. He glanced at the numerous Mi Shan Sect cultivators below pointing and whispering, paused briefly, then agreed without hesitation.

With a light tap of his toe on the giant dragonfly beneath him, he shot forward as a streak of green light toward the Dajiang River.

Wang Yu also formed a hand seal; white flames erupted around his body and coalesced into a white fireball, following closely behind.

The cultivation disciples in the valley, seeing this, exchanged glances—but soon, over a dozen figures shot skyward, using teleportation techniques to pursue.

Most of those chasing were at late-stage Foundation Establishment, and one thirty-year-old man with a grim expression was even at the peak of Foundation Establishment, flying at the very front.

As for the beautiful young widow, Shi Qiuping, she too followed closely, her face tense.

She knew well that her and her sister’s future now rested entirely on Wang Yu, this Foundation Establishment cultivator; she was deeply invested in the outcome of this battle, and deeply anxious.

She knew Wang Yu’s injuries had not fully healed, while Miao Feng, the Black Sand Sect’s leader, had been renowned in this region of Hanlan River for decades, long dominating the scattered cultivators.

In just a short while,

Wang Yu and the long-haired youth arrived above the roaring river, facing each other across a distance of more than ten zhang.

Wang Yu had his hands clasped behind his back, white flames curling around his body, his gaze fixed on the emerald dragonfly beneath the youth, and he asked with interest:

“I didn’t expect such a lifelike golem. Did you craft it yourself, or did you purchase it elsewhere?”

The giant dragonfly was, in fact, a mechanical golem.

Through his powerful spiritual sense, Wang Yu had already fully perceived the long-haired youth’s cultivation level: Foundation Establishment Second Layer, even weaker than his own Third Layer. So even though his injuries weren’t fully healed, he felt little concern.

No matter how far from his peak, his Crimson Yang Great Art was the sect’s most elite technique, and his Mystic Armor Art was just one step away from entry—soon to become a formal Second-Class Body Cultivator. He was, in essence, a dual cultivator of both method and body, and had no fear of this Black Sand Sect leader.

“How could I possibly craft a top-tier First-Class golem like this? I merely bought it from a Ling Lei Sect shop. But I’ve heard you own two spiritual beasts—one at peak Foundation Establishment, one at late-stage—both quite formidable. Why not release them? Let me see their strength.” Miao Feng chuckled in reply.

“Just two low-grade spiritual beasts? No need for them in this battle. Instead, I’ve recently perfected a Second-Class spell. If you can withstand a single strike without falling, I’ll concede,” Wang Yu replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he suddenly smiled.

“Just withstand one spell without losing, and I win?” Miao Feng’s expression shifted slightly.

“Yes. If you win, I’ll leave Hanlan River immediately. But if you can’t even withstand one strike?” Wang Yu asked bluntly.

“Hah! If I can’t even endure your single strike, what’s left to say? I’ll surrender the mid-tier First-Class spiritual vein my Black Sand Sect occupies—and from now on, wherever you go, I’ll respectfully retreat far away.” Miao Feng caught the implication in Wang Yu’s words, his heart tightening, yet he burst into loud laughter.

“Then let’s seal it with a clap,” Wang Yu said, unmoved, spreading his five fingers and slowly raising one arm.

“Agreed.”

The long-haired youth’s smile vanished. Without hesitation, he raised his arm and clapped at the empty air before him; a burst of yellow light shot out, forming a yellow palm-shaped shadow about a foot wide, flying straight toward Wang Yu.

Wang Yu flicked his wrist upward; a burst of white flame erupted, coalescing into a white palm print of nearly identical size, meeting it head-on.

A muffled “boom!”

The yellow and white palm prints collided, yellow light and white flame intertwining; after the white flames surged and rolled, they forcibly pushed the yellow light back over a zhang before both vanished in a flash.

Seeing this, Miao Feng’s face darkened.

Opposite him, Wang Yu had already formed two hand seals, his shoulders shaking; the white flames swirling around him suddenly surged, thickening into ropes as thick as arms, like several white fire serpents coiled tightly against his body.

At the same time, a soft “puff!” sounded behind Wang Yu—a white halo appeared out of thin air, then condensed into a rolling ring; within it, countless white flames surged forth, swirling violently as they formed a massive white sun, over a zhang in diameter, slowly rising and radiating searing light.

From afar, the spectacle was astonishing!

At the riverbank,

Shi Qiuping and the others finally arrived nearby. Seeing the white sun hovering above Wang Yu’s head, they were all stunned, halting in place.

Seeing this, Miao Feng’s pupils shrank slightly. Without delay, he shook his sleeve; a palm-sized black leather pouch flew out, then expanded instantly with the wind into a massive sack half a zhang long.

He pointed at the giant pouch with one hand.

“Puff!”

The tightly sealed mouth of the pouch opened wide, spewing forth a torrent of black mist, within which countless tiny, glistening grains of sand, no larger than beans, swirled.

The moment the black sandstorm erupted, it twisted into a vast black sand cloud, shielding Miao Feng beneath it.

“The Black Sand Sack—the Black Sand Sect’s sect treasure—this Black Sand Sect leader actually brought it out!”

“I’ve heard it’s a 39-inscription artifact, one of the most powerful among Second-Class Mid-Grade artifacts.”

“I’ve heard too that this Black Sand Sect leader once defeated a fellow Foundation Establishment cultivator with it.”

“Then the sect master is in danger.”

The Foundation Establishment disciples watching from afar whispered among themselves.

Only the peak Foundation Establishment man stood apart, arms crossed, silently watching the two figures on the river.

Seeing this, Shi Qiuping’s worry deepened further.

At that moment, Miao Feng’s other sleeve stirred; a triangular talisman emitting eerie cold flew out, spinning rapidly before swelling several times in size, becoming a shield-like barrier before him.

Wang Yu watched all this, expression unchanged, but a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes. His lips moved slightly as he formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

Deep within his spiritual sea, specks of red light surged forth; instantly, countless red spiritual runes appeared, forming an extraordinarily complex red talisman pattern.

“Flame Blade.”

Wang Yu silently murmured the name in a voice too low to hear, then abruptly raised one arm high.