Chapter 467: Avenging the Group Leader

Outside Yujing Cheng, two figures were flying at full speed.

The mid-autumn full moon at an altitude of ten thousand meters was like a small sun, and the rolling sea of clouds below was plated with a layer of silver; the shadows between the rolling waves were clearly visible, and above the vast, boundless sea of clouds, the two people flying and shuttling seemed quiet and leisurely.

In an instant, Sword Light flickered.

Chen Shu turned his head to look to the side; this was Zhang Dailian greeting him, and he nodded, then immediately saw that streak of Sword Light veer to the side, and in their flight, the two figures gradually pulled apart, one heading toward Lingzhou, the other toward Jianzhou.

More than half an hour later.

Spirit Sect, on Yuding Mountain, inside the palace.

The Sect Master sat upright on the grand armchair, expression grave, and said to Chen Shu: "Cao Ci's figure has appeared in Zhongzhou and Xizhou; he is about to become a god."

"Zhongzhou and Xizhou?"

"Yes, two appeared in Xizhou, three in Zhongzhou; it is unknown which one holds the origin, but people have already gone to intercept them, and my master has already headed to the Jiangzhou Plateau." The Sect Master paused as he spoke, then mentioned the matter concerning them, "But recently, the probes we launched toward Nanzhou also captured Cao Ci's figure and Spirit Power fluctuations in Nanzhou."

"Nanzhou..."

Chen Shu could not help but frown: "Could it be that he wants to use the Nanzhou Forbidden Land to fuse the origin?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out."

"Doesn't Nanzhou have residual power from another world?"

"The power from the other world has already weakened and can no longer erode gods." The Sect Master said, "It cannot be ruled out that he wants to take a dangerous path in the end, gambling to see if he can fuse the origin before the erosion by the other-world power is complete; if he can become a god, he can naturally dispel the erosion."

"And if he cannot?"

"Perhaps he will fail and be eroded, or perhaps a god belonging to the other world will be born."

"What are the odds of him choosing this?"

"We are not sure either. This should have been the business of the Secret Sect Practitioners, but now most Secret Sect Practitioners have disappeared, leaving only a very small number, so we can only estimate and make decisions ourselves."

"So we are going to Nanzhou?"

"Yes, we need you to go to Nanzhou to check the situation and delay Cao Ci; do not let him enter the Forbidden Land."

The Sect Master paused:

"The residual other-world power in Nanzhou is something even a Ninth Stage Cultivator cannot resist. Recently, it seems to have become exceptionally violent; in the past, it was ineffective against strange beasts, yet now even strange beasts dare not easily venture deep into the other side, but you possess marks and Divine Power, so you can resist its erosion. If the Nanzhou clone does not have the origin, your mission will end once the other clones carrying the origin are killed; if it is finally confirmed that the origin is on the Nanzhou clone, we will naturally head to Nanzhou after the other clones are slain, even if we have to spare no cost to stop him."

"However, rest assured, the other-world power in Nanzhou is no small matter. The probes show that Cao Ci's current condition is very poor. According to the Dao Head's calculations, it should not be a big problem for you to join forces to delay him. The Nanzhou Forbidden Land is not far from the center line of Nanzhou; if your lives are in danger, the Ninth Stage strange beasts on the other side will take action."

"Understood." Chen Shu was neither vague nor wordy, only asking, "When do we depart?"

"The plane is arriving soon."

"Good."

Chen Shu stopped talking and fell into thought.

Including the main body, there were a total of six Cao Ci clones appearing today; this was truly terrifying.

Ordinary Ming Sect High-Tier Cultivators usually only have two or three, and even the past Sect Masters only had three or four; Cao Ci could actually have six—wouldn't that mean he could fight two Sword Masters?

Chen Shu secretly ranked the Ninth Stage Cultivators of the current age in his heart.

If divided by level, the Sword Master, Sword King, and the Ling Sect Old Sect Master were T1; the current Ming Sect Sect Master and the like could probably be ranked as T2; other Ninth Stage Cultivators occasionally achieved by large sects, or the normal Ninth Stage Cultivators of small countries, could reach T3 after reaching the peak; the rest were those who had not reached the Ninth Stage peak.

Cao Ci was definitely the only T0 of this era.

And he was ridiculously strong.

Before the Wei God became a god, he was called the most powerful cultivator in history under the gods; he did not know if that was bragging, but if someone said Cao Ci was the strongest Ninth Stage Cultivator in history now, Chen Shu would likely agree.

Before long, he took out his Mobile Phone again.

He had to report to the head of the household first.

Chen Shu: I am going to Nanzhou, possibly with Zhang Suannai, the Group Leader, and the others, to prevent Cao Ci from using the Nanzhou Forbidden Land to fuse the origin.

Qingqing: I am not worried.

Chen Shu: That is good.

Chen Shu: I feel relieved now that you say that.

Chen Shu: Then take good care of Xiaoxiao at home and feed her; don't let her keep eating potatoes, and don't stop her from eating potatoes either.

Qingqing: Because I am coming to find you.

Chen Shu:???

Qingqing: The plane has arrived.

"The plane has arrived."

The Sect Master's voice sounded.

Chen Shu turned his head to look; under the moonlight, a Hunting Fighter with a sleek design passed through the sect's grand formation. In the night sky, the Spirit Power of the sect's grand formation Defense Barrier and the coating on the plane produced a wondrous reaction, and a layer of colorful light slid across the fuselage.

"Be careful in everything."

"Understood."

"Go."

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

The Sect Master suddenly heard this sentence and was stunned for a moment, then revealed a smile:

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Chen Shu quickly boarded the plane.

This was a two-seater Hunting Fighter; the rear seat, mainly responsible for combat, had been vacated for Chen Shu to ride—nowadays, the speed of mainstream Hunting Fighters was faster than Ninth Stage Cultivators, and it could get him to Nanzhou the fastest.

Takeoff, acceleration.

The voice of the pilot in front came through the helmet: "The dedicated channel has been established; you can communicate with others through the helmet."

"Okay."

As soon as the words fell, a chorus of "Okay" sounded in the helmet.

It was not an echo, but the voices of others.

Then the group owner's voice came through: "Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me? Have you all set off?"

Chen Shu said: "Just set off."

Immediately, he listened to the others' voices.

"Amitabha, this poor Daoist and Brother Tongdeng are about to leave the country; we will slow down our speed to wait for you all."

"Set off."

"Set off."

"Same as above."

"Just got on the plane. I said I'd fly it, but he didn't agree."

The first and last were very recognizable; one didn't need to hear the voices to know who was speaking. The three in the middle were Yan Keling, Jiang Lai, and Wu Eiwei, respectively. Jiang Lai had ascended to the Eighth Stage even earlier than the Buddhist-Daoist duo, while Yan Keling and Wu Eiwei had successfully ascended only two days ago.

The Rest and Recovery Cycle Great Art was indeed very useful.

Yan Keling and Wu Eiwei had both ascended to the Seventh Stage last October. Their Spirit Sea talent was originally about the same as Zhang Suannai's, and it should have taken about a year, but now that they saved over three hours every day, it was just right.

Jiang Lai, however, followed a different system.

The normal cultivation speed of this system was slower than that of the cultivators on this planet, which made it harder for them to cultivate to the Ninth Stage. However, they had a mechanism to easily advance by absorbing the essence of their predecessors; as long as a predecessor paved the way for you, it would be exceptionally easy.

It was just that these few who had just ascended to the Eighth Stage...

Zhang Suannai's voice came through the helmet: "You few who just ascended to the Eighth Stage, do you really have combat power? Don't get slapped to death by someone."

"Grandma donor, these words are wrong. This poor Daoist is a member of the Daoist school; combat techniques and experience have nothing to do with oneself. As long as the rank is reached, there is combat power."

"I'm also just clinging to Lord Linjian's thigh."

"I am a Martial Artist. My combat power is as strong as my body is strong; there is no need to practice Spells."

"What about the monk and 'Hey-hey-hey'?"

"Shut up."

"Grandma donor, please take care to protect this poor monk."

"In any case, everyone, be careful with everything." The group owner's voice came out, "Even though Senior Cao Ci's condition is very poor, he is still the strongest person in the world today. A single avatar of his can defeat the vast majority of Ninth Tier Peak experts in the world. You must be twelve times as alert."

"Hearing that we are going to intercept Senior Cao Ci, I was scared to death." Yan Keling's voice came out, "I thought they were sending me to my death."

"This poor monk is also surprised. Fortunately, it is only to delay him."

"+1. However, the Dao Head told this poor Daoist that this might be our opportunity."

"This time, I'll avenge the dog group owner! From now on, I, Grandma, will also be someone who has defeated Cao Ci!"

"Don't get cocky too early, be careful of dying in Nanzhou."

"You're the one who'll die! It's better if you die, then I can go eat your vegetarian meals! It would be best if all of you died except for the green vegetables!! I'll eat them one by one!"

"You guys are so noisy..."

Chen Shu couldn't help but retort. In his heart, he only noted the "opportunity" mentioned by Little Master Xuanzhen, which gave him an inexplicable feeling, as if all of Cao Ci's actions had not exceeded the grasp or expectations of the big shots.

At the same time, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

There were many things that didn't make sense—

For example, Cao Ci's current condition was very poor; it was highly probable he hadn't just arrived in Nanzhou, yet he hadn't entered the Forbidden Land to fuse with the origin at the first opportunity. At the very least, this proved that it was not this avatar carrying the origin. Otherwise, even the explanation that "the Nanzhou Forbidden Land is high-risk, and he is unwilling to take this step unless absolutely necessary" wouldn't hold up. Because although the Indestructible True Body could switch between avatars and the main body, the origin could not necessarily move back and forth freely. If the Nanzhou avatar was not carrying the origin, he could not use the Nanzhou Forbidden Land to fuse with it, and if the Nanzhou avatar was carrying the origin, he had no reason to wait so long.

Therefore, there were two possibilities.

One: Cao Ci had found some method to bring the origin from one place to another, or by using the connection between Forbidden Lands, transferred the origin from one Forbidden Land to another without being discovered or blocked. Only in this way could he provide an executable basis for the claim that "he is using the Nanzhou Forbidden Land as a last resort."

Two: Cao Ci was not in Nanzhou for the Nanzhou Forbidden Land, but to break the Shengzu seal, release the power of an alien world, and force the world to agree to his becoming a god.

Due to the limited information, both possibilities had suspicious points, and Chen Shu couldn't be sure for the moment.

In any case, no matter what, he had to stop him.

Such a figure, like an ambitious hero, was only one step away from the Godhood he had obsessed over for hundreds of years; he would do anything.

The fighter jets streaked across the night sky at a speed of over ten thousand kilometers per hour.

Chen Shu could feel the air outside the cockpit, could feel the terrifying Spirit Power providing power to the fighter jet, and could feel that this was already the limit of this fighter jet; the power components were rapidly wearing out under the support of the powerful Spirit Power.

The group slowly converged.

Through the cockpit, Chen Shu could see the ocean under the moonlight, as well as his teammates in the fighter jets not far away.

Everyone had different expressions: some nervous, some relaxed, some excited, some silent.

Fighter jets from other countries also appeared in the distance.

That's right, this was not just a one-man show for Yiguo.

Jiangzhou Plateau, Ming Sect base.

The current Ming Sect Sect Master was Cao Ci's junior brother. Originally, with his aptitude, the difficulty of cultivating to the Ninth Stage was relatively high. It was only because Cao Ci was expelled from the sect that he was forced to cultivate to the Ninth Tier Peak through the piling up of resources. In terms of strength, he was probably even worse than Jin Wang. Fearing that he wouldn't be able to block his senior brother's avatar, the Old Sect Master of the Spirit Sect had specifically rushed from the center of Yiguo to the border.

When he arrived, both sides had already clashed in the Forbidden Land. Cao Ci was expressionless, one avatar fighting his junior brother's avatar and main body, three against one, occupying a clear upper hand.

When the Old Sect Master arrived, both sides decisively pulled away, temporarily stopped fighting, and turned their heads to look.

They saw the Old Sect Master flying over, but his expression was very complex.