Chapter 465: Reaction

At this time, the dozen or so Mishan Sect cultivators watching from the riverbank were overjoyed, their faces showing excitement as they discussed, and words like "ninety-eight magic patterns," "killing the same rank," and "medium-sized first-rank spirit vein" could be vaguely heard.

The man with the bitter expression at the Qi Refinement perfection level arrived beside Shi Qiuping at some point. Seeing the joy that flashed across the young woman's face, he clasped his fists and asked:

"Fairy Shi, now that the Sect Master has won, should we immediately pass the news back to prevent other brothers in the sect from being impulsive and doing something reckless?"

"Brother Duan is right. I will send a message talisman to my younger sister immediately to let her appease the others in the sect." The young woman was shocked upon hearing this and reacted immediately. She took out a message talisman from her bosom, whispered a few words, and threw it into the air, turning it into a fire light that flew away.

The man with the bitter expression also made a similar move, releasing several message talismans as well.

He was exactly the cultivator mentioned by Wang Yu, named "Duan Tianming".

……

Above the river, the empty blue round bead circled in the air and flew back toward the direction Wang Yu was gazing at.

In the high sky over there, a faint blue light flashed, and an old man wearing sect robes appeared. His complexion was not very good, and the gaze he cast toward Wang Yu even vaguely carried a hint of fear.

Clearly, the act of killing a cultivator of the same rank with one 'Fire Flame Blade' made this sect old man, whose cultivation was about the same, greatly wary of Wang Yu.

After all, even if he had a sect to rely on, Wang Yu, this evil star, was right in front of him. Would he really kill him too? No matter how powerful the Green Water Palace was, it couldn't bring him back to life.

The sect old man thought of the terrifying second-rank spell just now, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Second-rank limit spell with ninety-eight magic patterns!

Although he had heard of it, it was the first time he had seen a Foundation Establishment cultivator who could actually cast it, and its power was far beyond what he could imagine.

The sect old man thought of this, and the trace of anger because Miao Feng was killed to his face turned into nothingness. At the same time, he squeezed a smile on his face, clasped his fists, and said:

"Old man Zhang Xiufu, I am an external affairs deacon of the Green Water Palace, responsible for the affairs of the Cold Lan Market. Coming here this time was just at the invitation of Fellow Daoist Miao to be a witness. I absolutely had no intention of intervening in the gambling fight between the two."

The sect old man used just a few short sentences to completely distance himself from the act of taking action.

"Disrespect, disrespect. So it is a fellow daoist from the Green Water Palace. It seems it was really Wang's misunderstanding. If the fellow daoist doesn't mind, would you like to sit at my residence?

To tell the truth, I come from outside the Chaotic Spirit Domain and have some things I want to ask a fellow daoist of the same rank." Hearing the old man's origin, Wang Yu felt a chill in his heart, and after various thoughts flashed through his mind, he also arched his hands and changed to a smile.

"Since Fellow Daoist Mishan invites me, then this old man will disturb you." Seeing Wang Yu's amiable appearance, the sect old man felt relieved and agreed fully.

Just at this moment, Wang Yu's voice transmission entered Shi Qiuping's ears on the shore:

"I will go back first. You take people to salvage the corpses and the things on them."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Yu had already turned around with the old man and flew toward the direction they came from.

The young woman felt her spirit lift and immediately called a few familiar Mishan Sect cultivators to shoot toward the two corpses on the river.

The relics of a Foundation Establishment great cultivator were very precious to Qi Refinement cultivators.

If they went late, she was really afraid that someone would be unable to hold back and do something regardless of the consequences.

……

A quarter of an hour later, a blue escape light soared into the sky from the mountain hollow and flew straight upstream of the river.

Wang Yu was in the pavilion in the manor, facing the dozen or so Mishan Sect cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refinement or above standing respectfully in front of him, and ordered:

"Except for the necessary personnel left behind, everyone else will follow me upstream to receive all the spirit veins of the Black Sand Sect. From today on, the Mishan Sect will replace the Black Sand Sect and become one of the two Foundation Establishment forces in the Cold Lanjiang area."

"Yes."

The dozen or so Mishan Sect cultivators with the highest cultivation responded in unison.

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Yu and Shi Qiuping were left in the hall.

Almost at the same time.

Upstream of the Cold Lanjiang, in the fortress secret room on the Black Sand Sect island.

The refined-looking man's letter just received slipped from his hand, and there was no blood left on his face.

……

In the Yuan family valley upstream of the Cold Lanjiang, in a hall with green bricks and red tiles.

Seven or eight Yuan family high-level members were all waiting anxiously, none of them sitting down.

Just at this moment, a young Yuan family disciple, holding a letter, rushed in from the outside. Before he even entered, he shouted loudly first:

"Miao Feng of the Black Sand Sect has died in battle, and the Mishan Sect is sending people upstream."

"What? Old man Miao Feng is dead? This is impossible!"

"According to our news, didn't Miao Feng go to test the skills of that Master Mishan? Even if he lost, how could he have fallen directly?"

"Did other Foundation Establishment cultivators intervene?"

The Yuan family high-level members in the hall were shocked and spoke in a hubbub.

"All shut up for me, let me see the news." Just at this moment, a gloomy voice came out. From a side door on one side of the hall, a strong old man with a monkey face and yellow hair walked out.

"Paying respects to the Tianchan Tianchan Laozu."

The group of Yuan family members who were originally panicked seemed to have found their backbone and bowed to the yellow-haired old man one after another.

The young Yuan family disciple who entered with the letter walked over respectfully and presented the letter in his hand with both hands.

The yellow-haired old man opened the letter, scanned it carefully, and his face changed.

"Tianchan Tianchan Laozu, did old man Miao Feng really fall?" A Yuan family member couldn't help but ask upon seeing this.

"Yes, and that Master Mishan killed old man Miao with only one strike, and even Zhang Xiufu, who was present, couldn't save him." The yellow-haired old man said slowly, his face even gloomier.

"How could such a thing happen? Could this Master Mishan be a late-stage or perfection Foundation Establishment cultivator?" The Yuan family members were shocked again, and some asked, unable to believe it.

"He is not a late-stage or above Foundation Establishment cultivator, not even a mid-stage one. But this Master Mishan has mastered a second-rank limit spell with ninety-eight magic patterns. Under this strike, even though old man Miao sacrificed two magic tools and used a second-rank high-grade talisman with more than fifty magic patterns, he still ended up with his magic tools destroyed and his person dead, without even having time to escape." The yellow-haired old man seemed to have witnessed this gambling fight with his own eyes, his gaze flickering as he said.

Ninety-eight inscription limit spell!

As soon as these words came out, the entire hall fell into silence. ===== CHAPTER 466 =====

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell instantly silent.