This cloud was the high-grade magic artifact Lu Ping obtained from the cultivator's cave abode on Fei Ling Island. Not only was this magic artifact fast, but it was also very effective in concealing a cultivator's aura.
About two hours later, Lu Ping's divine sense fluctuated, and he sensed something under the sea. The surface of the sea rippled, and a pale-faced cultivator wearing a special magic artifact suddenly appeared.
The cultivator looked around, and after finding nothing, he ignited a voice transmission talisman. A moment later, more than twenty rays of light appeared on the surface of the sea, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived above the sea.
More than twenty Mid and Late Blood Condensation cultivators appeared. The cultivator who scouted the sea before stepped forward and said to the leader, "Senior Martial Brother Zhao, Huang Piaoling and the other two Junior Martial Brothers must have died here. The enemy is clean, and they didn't leave any traces behind. They must have been surrounded and killed."
Senior Martial Brother Zhao nodded and said, "Recently, Zhenling has increased its control over the buffer zone, and the number of patrolling cultivators has greatly increased. There are also rumors that Zhenling cultivators disguised as rogue cultivators are tracking us in the buffer zone. Two days ago, a group of cultivators under Zhou Weilong was wiped out by Zhenling, and all five of them were killed. Now, Junior Martial Brother Huang and the other two are dead. I think it's Zhenling's doing. "
One of the cultivators behind Senior Martial Brother Zhao stepped forward and asked, "Senior Martial Brother, what should we do from now on? Return to the sect?"
Senior Martial Brother Zhao sneered, "Return? We haven't completed the sect's mission, and we are still criminals. When we return, not only will our families be implicated, but we will also have to manage the sect's chores and be looked down upon. Junior Martial Brothers, can you bear this humiliation? "
The cultivators behind him were furious. Senior Martial Brother Zhao continued, "As long as we complete the sect's mission to disrupt Zhenling's buffer zone, not only will we be able to clear our names, but we will also be able to earn glory for our families, and we will also be respected by the sect's cultivators."
The cultivator who asked the question before continued: "Then, Senior Martial Brother, how should we deal with Zhenling's encirclement?"
Senior Brother Zhao said, "Let's return to our lair first. This time, we're not the only ones pretending to be pirates and attacking the cultivators in Zhenling's buffer zone. Moreover, compared to the cultivators sent by the other sects, our numbers aren't that big. We're not the ones who are most afraid of Zhenling's purge."
The cultivator in the diving suit exclaimed, "Could it be that Senior Martial Brother is going to join forces with the cultivators from the other sects to deal with Zhenling's purge? Wouldn't that be a bigger target? "
Senior Brother Zhao laughed, "What's wrong with that? This time, Zhou Weilong gathered the cultivators from the various sects to infiltrate Zhenling and gather them on the nameless island. Isn't this exactly what he wanted to talk about?"
The cultivator who asked the question pondered for a moment, then said, "Senior Martial Brother Zhao, Xuan Ling Sect has always been arrogant. I'm afraid that Zhou Weilong's purpose for this trip to the nameless island is to consolidate the forces of the various sects and let him command them."
Senior Martial Brother Zhao grinned and said, "Isn't that perfect? Let him take the lead in dealing with Zhenling's purge. Isn't it safer for us? He's just pretending to be polite."
As the group of cultivators spoke, they had already landed on a small coral island. None of them noticed that in the distant sky behind them, there was a white cloud drifting left and right, following their path.
Looking at the small island in front of him, Lu Ping thought for a moment. In the end, he decided not to act rashly and alert the enemy. Instead, he would wait for Senior Martial Brother Zhao to meet up with the cultivators from Xuan Ling Sect. Then, he would notify the other sects to capture them all in one fell swoop.
Cultivators waiting to be punished? Lu Ping was surprised. He didn't expect the rumor to actually exist.
The various sects had a long history and had their own strict reward and punishment system. Cultivators who had committed serious crimes would often be organized by the sects to complete some secret missions. These cultivators were the cultivators waiting to be punished. If these condemned cultivators completed the mission, the sect would naturally pardon their crimes, restore their identities, and even win them glory. If they failed the mission or were exposed, the sect would not recognize the identities of these cultivators, leaving them to fend for themselves.
Cultivators waiting to be punished were, in fact, death warriors used by the sects to deal with tricky matters in the dark.
Lu Ping waited patiently for Senior Martial Brother Zhao and the others to attend the pirate gathering that Xuan Ling Sect's Zhou Weilong had called. At the same time, he informed the other cultivators of the sect about what happened here using his Sound Transmission Sword.
During this time, Lu Ping took stock of the three mid-stage Blood Condensation cultivators' storage pouches. As expected of the sect's death warriors, there were only magic tools, a total of 10,000 spirit stones, and a few bottles of mid-stage Blood Condensation pills. There was nothing else. Lu Ping wanted to find something valuable to confirm the identity of these cultivators, but he couldn't.
A sword ray flashed across the sky and the charm in Lu Ping's hand glowed brightly. He summoned the message sword into his hand, and Master Immortal Liu's voice could be heard from the message sword. "Keep an eye on them and notify them in time. Surround them at night and be careful."
It seemed that Master Immortal Liu was the one leading the reinforcements. Lu Ping couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
In the evening, three figures left the small coral island and flew towards the northeast.
Lu Ping didn't dare to approach them. He followed closely from afar. Fortunately, the Magic Cloud Bracelet's concealment effect was quite good. Lu Ping used the Art of Sea Deception to further conceal his presence. The Magic Cloud Bracelet changed its color as the sky darkened.
The nameless island was located in the northeast of Zhenling's buffer zone. Lu Ping watched as Senior Brother Zhao and the other two landed on the island. He recorded the location of the nameless island into the Sound Transmission Sword and sent it out.
Lu Ping saw that there was no movement on the island, so he activated the Magic Cloud Bracelet and slowly approached the nameless island. He wanted to find out what was going on.
As soon as Lu Ping landed on the nameless island, he heard a round of applause. Lu Ping turned around and saw Senior Brother Zhao and a man in his thirties walking towards him.
As the man walked, he clapped his hands and said to Lu Ping, "You're very brave. You're only at the Third Layer of the Blood Condensation Realm and yet you dare to trespass on the nameless island. Zhenling must have underestimated us. They actually sent an early stage Blood Condensation cultivator to track us."
As he spoke, another dozen cultivators surrounded Lu Ping. Each of them was in the mid stage Blood Condensation Realm. The five leaders, including Senior Brother Zhao and the man, were all in the late stage Blood Condensation Realm.
Lu Ping's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that he had been discovered long ago. Lu Ping's mind raced. The most important thing now was to break out of the encirclement and save his life. He asked calmly, "How did you discover me?"
Senior Brother Zhao smiled and said to the man beside him, "I'm ashamed. If it wasn't for Senior Brother Zhou Weilong's reminder, I wouldn't have known that I was being followed. I almost missed the gathering."
The man who spoke first was Xuan Ling Sect's Zhou Weilong. He said humbly, "Actually, we've just received news that a cultivator Zhen Ling Sect secretly sent to the buffer zone has discovered our whereabouts. He's already following a group of people towards the nameless island where we're meeting. So, we made some arrangements, but we didn't expect Senior Martial Brother Zhao to be followed."
Senior Brother Zhao smiled awkwardly. Zhou Weilong continued, "I'm afraid that the nameless island has been exposed. Zhenling's cultivators will be here soon. Senior Brother Zhao and the rest of the disciples from the Misty Water Pavilion are probably dead on the coral island."
Senior Brother Zhao's face turned pale. Then, he looked at Lu Ping with hatred and killing intent.
When Lu Ping heard Zhou Weilong's words, his heart skipped a beat. He asked, "Who sent you the news?"
Zhou Weilong smiled contemptuously. "Do you think I'll tell you?"
Of course, Lu Ping knew that he was asking in vain. He was just stalling for time. Master Immortal Liu must be rushing towards the nameless island by now.
Zhou Weilong seemed to have seen through Lu Ping's plan. He smiled and said, "Our six sects are having a secret gathering. Other than Ling Gu Sect's Junior Brother Ling Ruoming who accidentally fell into Zhenling's trap two days ago, the rest of the leaders of the five sects are all here. We need to move as soon as possible. But before we leave, let's get rid of this courageous Zhenling disciple first."
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Lu Ping made the first move. There was no time for hesitation.
Senior Martial Brother Zhao from Shui Yan Pavilion watched as Lu Ping brandished his Soaring Wing Swords and charged towards the two Mid Blood Condensation Realm cultivators on the east side. Senior Martial Brother Zhao, who had lost so many of his junior martial brothers, smiled sinisterly and said, "Trapped like a turtle in a jar, where else can you run to?
Senior Brother Zhao took out a pair of small copper hammers and chased after Lu Ping. The other Late Blood Condensation cultivators grinned as they watched Lu Ping struggle like a cornered beast.
Lu Ping turned around and threw something at Senior Brother Zhao. Zhou Weilong's expression changed. "Senior Brother Zhao, be careful! It's a talisman treasure!" At the same time, he and the other Late Blood Condensation cultivators also moved to help Senior Brother Zhao block the talisman treasure.
The talisman treasure that Lu Ping threw out burst into flames. With a loud screech, a huge Fire Luan soared into the sky and swooped down towards the flustered Senior Brother Zhao.
A few high-grade magic tools flew up and helped Senior Brother Zhao block the Fire Luan. After a few rounds of attacks, the Fire Luan was reduced to sparks. When the five Late Blood Condensation cultivators looked at Lu Ping again, they discovered that of the two Mid Blood Condensation cultivators who blocked Lu Ping's path, one had his magic tool crushed by Lu Ping's Soaring Swords and suffered internal injuries. The other had fallen to the ground and fainted. By now, Lu Ping had already fled. Only his back could be seen.
The five Late Blood Condensation cultivators looked at each other. Zhou Weilong smiled and said, "I didn't expect this kid to be so capable. That pair of flying swords is not bad, I want them."
With that said, the five Late Blood Condensation cultivators soared into the sky and chased after Lu Ping. The other Mid Blood Condensation cultivators also followed suit.
Just as Lu Ping left the nameless island, he heard a sharp piercing sound coming from the side. Without thinking, Lu Ping threw out another jade talisman. This was the only talisman treasure that Lu Ping had left. It was also the most powerful talisman treasure made by a Third Layer Core Forging cultivator.
A plain and ordinary sword light swept across the sky. The five Late Blood Condensation cultivators were shocked and stopped in their tracks. They quickly used all of their skills to defend themselves.
The power of this sword light was even stronger than the Fire Luan. When they finally managed to block the sword light, Lu Ping's figure was already nowhere to be seen. Only one of the Xuan Ling Sect disciples who used a secret technique to block Lu Ping stood there in a daze. He stared at the magic tool that had fallen to the ground and allowed blood to flow out from the corner of his mouth.
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