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“Hong Ci! What are you doing? Let her go!” Li Xiaonan glared coldly at Hong Ci. If looks could kill, Hong Ci would have been torn to shreds.
Hong Ci raised an eyebrow and sneered, “Hmph! Let her go? Do you think I’m stupid? Once that old monster shows up, none of you will escape, hahaha! If I’m going to die, I’ll take someone down with me!”
“Xiao Nan, what should we do now?” Ling Kui frowned as she asked Li Xiaonan, her gaze fixed tightly on Hong Ci. If he made any move, she would immediately transform into a Azure Dragon and bite him to avenge Yanrong!
Li Xiaonan shook his head, feeling utterly disoriented and chaotic.
He had originally planned to use the Seven-Level Pagoda as a trump card; at worst, the whole family could hide inside the great turtle shell. However, there was a genuine immortal stationed within the Seven-Level Pagoda. Even if the enemy was also an immortal, they could hold out for a while.
Moreover, Chen Yaojin had transformed the demon they captured earlier. Now, within the Seven-Level Pagoda, there were over a hundred thousand Buddha's Envoys. While that wasn’t a large number, it was still significant.
At this moment, Li Yanrong’s life was in Hong Ci’s hands, and Li Xiaonan dared not act recklessly. He couldn’t just abandon his woman.
Just as Li Xiaonan was in a dilemma, the ancestor of the Outer Academy, Hong Jun, arrived. Dressed in a purple Daoist robe that flowed quietly around him, he stood still as a gentle breeze passed by without stirring a single ripple.
“Who is it that has destroyed my Red Gorge Spiritual Vein!” His voice struck like thunder against Li Xiaonan’s heart. Ming Ruoyun and Yuan Xian'er, being weaker in cultivation, felt their blood surge violently within them, causing them to spit out a mouthful of sweet blood.
Just one sentence had injured both of them!
Li Xiaonan clenched his fists secretly and could only exchange cold glares with Hong Jun.
“Ancestor! It’s this person who destroyed the entrance of the Crimson Cloud Sect! He even killed my father!” Hong Ci hurriedly spoke up, applying more pressure on Li Yanrong, causing an unusual flush to appear on her cheeks.
“Hong Ci! If you dare to hurt her, I swear I won’t let you off even in death!” Li Xiaonan felt anxious but powerless.
“It’s you?” Hong Jun frowned as his gaze slowly fell upon Li Xiaonan.
“Divine Separation Stage? Cultivator? No, that’s not right! You’re not an ordinary Cultivator; you’re a Yuan Ying? No! That’s not it! What exactly are you?” Hong Jun frowned, unable to see through Li Xiaonan's true nature.
“You’re the one who’s nothing!” The more he faced a strong enemy and found himself in dire straits, the more Li Xiaonan displayed his indomitable spirit.
Although he regretted it every time afterward, the scheming he longed for was always overshadowed by his inner impulses.
“Hmph! How dare you speak to me like that! Don’t say I’m bullying the younger generation; I’m giving you a chance to explain!” Hong Jun clasped his hands behind his back, seemingly unhurried.
Ling Kui ’s expression was cold as he bowed and recounted the events truthfully. He then added, “Senior, we acted out of necessity. The mistake made today cannot be undone, and we will not evade punishment. However, isn’t it a bit excessive for Hong Ci to use my sister as leverage against us?”
“Hmm? A dragon?” Hong Jun’s gaze shifted to Ling Kui, and he couldn’t help but frown and shake his head. “After years of seclusion, I find I can no longer understand today’s Cultivation world. You’ve committed such a grave mistake; you may as well leave your lives behind. Will you do it yourselves, or shall I?”
Li Xiaonan lowered his head, squinting slightly, lost in thought.
“Senior, given the current state of Crimson Cloud Sect, we cannot escape blame. We will take action ourselves to provide you with a satisfactory explanation, but please let him release my wife first!” Li Xiaonan suddenly raised his head. His calm and composed gaze stunned Hong Jun.
If this young man were given a thousand years, he would surely carve out a place for himself in the Immortal Realm. It’s a pity he ruined my Crimson Cloud Sect; otherwise, we could have formed an alliance.
“Let him go; release his woman!” Hong Jun said without lifting a finger or even raising an eyebrow.
Hong Ci was furious inside; he had caught such a great opportunity! Finally able to exact revenge by using this woman to humiliate Li Xiaonan, yet it all came down to just that one sentence!
His anger flared as he struck Li Yanrong on the back with his palm. She coughed up blood and fell forward. Li Xiaonan felt a pang in his heart and quickly caught her. Without checking her injuries, he moved her to the Seven-Level Pagoda along with several other sisters.
He glared at Hong Ci in fury and shouted, “You’ve harmed two of my women; those two strikes! Keep a record of it! I will make you pay double!”
“Hmm? A Buddhism artifact! Ha! Interesting. Just who are you?” Hong Jun furrowed his brow and looked coldly at Li Xiaonan, though a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
After living for so many years and idly toying with a sect, although he was quite annoyed by the disturbances caused by others, his attention was quickly diverted upon seeing a new toy.
Li Xiaonan looked at Hong Jun and sneered, "You can't afford to provoke him! Little Jin! Back to your lair!" With a command, Chen Yaojin, who had been hiding on the beam, flew into his body. He performed a hand seal, preparing to disappear into the Seven-Level Pagoda.
"Ghost cultivator! Hmph, I want to see how many secrets you have! Don't even think about escaping!" Hong Jun struck out with a palm, causing a rumble within the Seven-Level Pagoda.
"Pfft..." Just as Li Xiaonan returned to the tower, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Chen Yaojin immediately supported him and said, "Boss, are you alright? It's all my fault for being useless..."
"Stop talking nonsense; it's a miracle we're still alive. Hurry and help out! No matter the cost, hold the Seven-Level Pagoda! Buy me some time! I need to break through again! If we can execute the Heavenly Union Strike one more time, we might still have a chance!" Wiping the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, Li Xiaonan walked toward his wives, splitting into another version of himself with each step.
"Xiao Nan, come quickly! Yanrong is in trouble!" Yun Moyu's delicate brows furrowed together, tears glistening in her eyes.
"With me here, none of you are leaving my side!" Li Xiaonan's expression turned cold as he spoke domineeringly.
He suppressed the turbulent energy within him and hurried toward Li Yanrong, pulling her into his embrace.
Li Yanrong gazed at Li Xiaonan with dazed eyes, love transforming into crystalline tears that slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"Don't be afraid... we will always be together!" Li Xiaonan smiled gently, shedding his clothes as he held Li Yanrong close and sank Yuan Ying into her Dantian.
The two injured Yuan Ying finally met on the Lotus Seat, their yin and yang energies healing each other's bodies.
"Wives, let's also perform Obedient Dragon II!" another Li Xiaonan suddenly spoke up.
Time was of the essence; there was no room for Li Xiaonan to waste even a moment.
He gathered Ling Kui, Yun Moyu, and Yuan Xian'er into his arms without any foreplay. Stripping off their clothes, he guided the three women's Yuan Ying into his body and began the tempestuous Obedient Dragon II.
Chen Yaojin's expression was stern as he chanted the Buddhist mantra, leading a total of one hundred and eighty thousand Buddha's Envoys alongside Ni Zhi to withstand Hong Jun's assault.
"How powerful! Even when we form a formation, his strike can still deplete over a hundred of our Buddha's Envoys!" Chen Yaojin remarked, his fingers moving in intricate patterns as he formed a flower gesture across his chest.
Ni Zhi slowly opened his eyes and sighed, saying, "His cultivation is higher than mine. I can only rely on the power of the Seven-Level Pagoda to hold him off for a while, hoping to buy some time for our leader."
Chen Yaojin nodded and formed a Buddha hand seal, casting a golden light over the one hundred and eighty thousand Buddha's Envoys.
Outside the pagoda, Hong Jun smirked, grinning widely as he said, "Interesting, very interesting! Hahaha! I want to see how long this Buddhism artifact can withstand my attacks!"
He flipped his hands and struck towards the Seven-Level Pagoda with one palm after another...
Hong Ci was left dumbfounded. Before entering meditation to heal his injuries, he had seen Hong Jun mercilessly attacking the Seven-Level Pagoda. Now that he had recovered significantly, Hong Jun was still relentlessly assaulting it. Anyone unaware of the situation would think Hong Jun was a violent maniac.
Seven days had passed, and within the Seven-Level Pagoda, only a fraction of the one hundred and eighty thousand Buddha's Envoys remained. The entire force had been exhausted, and now most of Hong Jun's attacks were being sustained by Chen Yaojin and Ni Zhi.
"Brother, how much longer do you think we can hold out?" Chen Yaojin asked as he continuously changed his Buddha hand seals to fend off the attacks from outside the pagoda.
Ni Zhi shook his head and replied calmly, "Not more than three days."
Another two days passed, leaving only Chen Yaojin and Ni Zhi inside the Seven-Level Pagoda to continue their struggle. Chen Yaojin rolled his eyes back and weakly said, "I can't go on anymore..."
His limbs sprawled out as he floated in mid-air. Ni Zhi's face turned purple as he gritted his teeth to endure.
"Boom!" Hong Jun's attack struck again.
"Ugh..." A trickle of golden blood slid from Ni Zhi's mouth. Faced with impending death, he showed no fear at all; instead, a smile crept onto his lips.
I am about to embrace the Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha...
Every strike from Hong Jun seemed to land on Ni Zhi. His vision darkened, golden blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his body went limp, slumping to the side. Just then, as Hong Jun's palm struck the pagoda again, a naked man suddenly burst out from the Seven-Level Pagoda, delivering a punch to Hong Jun's hand.
"Oops! My bad! I rushed out too quickly and forgot to put on my clothes!" Li Xiaonan scratched his head with a silly grin. With a wave of his hand, Spirit Armor enveloped his body, his black hair billowing dramatically, exuding an imposing presence.
Hong Jun smiled slightly. "You finally came out! I thought you were going to hide in there for a lifetime!"
Li Xiaonan chuckled and absorbed the Seven-Level Pagoda into his body.
At the same time, he had broken through with five sisters, Obedient Dragon II. Thanks to Harmony Technique, they had swiftly advanced from the Sixth Separation Stage to the Ninth Separation Stage. He was especially grateful to the meditative version of himself in Leisurely Clouds and Wild Cranes; if it weren't for the continuous supply of True Essence Power from that self, today might have marked Li Xiaonan's death anniversary.
"Hehe, senior radiates righteousness. My partners and I are all astonished and naturally wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. May I ask how to address you?"
"I am Hong Jun, founder of the Crimson Cloud Sect!"
Li Xiaonan smiled humbly but inwardly scoffed: Red Army? I'm still part of the Eighth Route!
"Senior Hong Jun possesses extraordinary bearing; you must not be from this realm."
"Why are you babbling so much? Now that you're out, let's have some fun!" Li Xiaonan grimaced and took a step back. Even though he had just broken through, the situation was still grim; the Seven-Level Pagoda had become an empty shell. If his Heavenly Union Strike couldn't land on Hong Jun, he would be finished!
"Watch out!" Hong Jun paid no mind to what Li Xiaonan was thinking and struck out with his palm!
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