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After receiving news about Zuo Dao, the entire Meteor Pavilion sprang into action. At the same time, due to the existence of the Dark Child, more people quickly learned about the objectives of Meteor Pavilion's movements.
A web of traps was laid throughout the Moling Star, waiting for Zuo Dao and his companions to appear. In every city, there were at least two Nascent Soul Ancestors stationed, but it still wasn't enough manpower. Each Sect's Ancient Ancestor was limited in number; they couldn't send them all out. If their base was raided, they would become a laughingstock.
The appearances of the three were disseminated in countless copies. To address the manpower shortage, Teleportation Arrays began to be constructed in each city. Previously, cities had never received such treatment, but because of Zuo Dao, they now had Teleportation Arrays. This could be considered an unintentional good deed done by Zuo Dao.
The four walked calmly along the road, with the Second Ancestor entering a state of cultivation. Knowing that the cultivation method the Second Ancestor was practicing was bestowed by Zuo Dao, Feng Yikong shamelessly asked Zuo Dao for a copy as well.
As a result, Zuo Dao found himself walking ahead alone while the three others maintained their Spiritual Awareness on him. A distance of over a hundred thousand miles was not particularly far for a Cultivator; however, it was a straight-line distance. Additionally, due to the existence of the Wudao Order and the fact that no Cultivator could recklessly traverse Moling Star, combined with Zuo Dao's strong insistence—under the guise of worldly cultivation—these factors collectively created the current situation.
The next stop after Phoenix City was a place called Great Wind City, which belonged to Yuxian Sect. Originally, there was only one Nascent Soul Ancestor stationed there. After news of Zuo Dao spread, Celestial Sect sent an additional Ancient Ancestor and a team of ten Golden Core Disciples for assistance. Now, Great Wind City had two Nascent Souls and over fifteen Golden Core Garrison members.
This was just one large city; other major forces had similar strengths in their respective cities. All of this was for one person—Zuo Dao.
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Zuo Dao looked at several streaks of light passing through the sky and casually asked, "How many batches have passed?"
"Who knows? You're allowed to walk but not let others fly?" Feng Yikong replied without looking up. "Besides, this path is one that many Cultivators need to take; what's so strange about it?"
"This is the seventh batch. If we don't count the two from the first batch, then it's six batches," Yao Ming said as he glanced at the streaks of light. "After the first group flew by, they turned back once more; the following five batches all came from the direction where the first group disappeared. Each batch has a slight pause as they pass overhead before accelerating away. It seems we've been discovered."
"I knew nothing good would come from being with you two." As soon as Feng Yikong spoke those words, he felt two killing intents lock onto him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Just kidding! Why are you taking it so seriously? Don't forget my identity; we're all under the same master," Shan laughed as the killing intent dissipated.
"Come on then! No matter who it is, as long as they provoke us, we won't hold back," Zuo Dao said with some frustration. Forced to leave Immortal Sect left him feeling angry; although he wanted to go out and explore, there was a world of difference between doing so voluntarily and being compelled to do so.
"I am like a piece of Tang Seng Meat that everyone wants to take a bite out of. In the end, it will depend on whose teeth are sharp enough," Zuo Dao said with a sinister smile. "Let's give them a surprise before we leave."
"What is Tang Seng Meat?" Feng Yikong completely ignored Zuo Dao's expression, focusing instead on the new phrases his master occasionally came up with.
"Tang Seng Meat is a kind of elixir; just one bite can grant you longevity," he glanced at Feng Yikong. "So, what do you say? Want to have a taste?"
"Forget it, I don't eat human flesh."
"Young Master, I sense several presences approaching us from ahead, at least two Ancient Ancestor-level Cultivators, and the rest are Golden Core True Persons. Should we avoid them?" Yao Ming had already spread his Spiritual Awareness upon hearing Zuo Dao's question and immediately notified him when he detected the situation.
"Let's avoid them; this place isn't secluded enough. We should find a better spot. If they're really coming for us, then it’s just giving them a good place to die," Zuo Dao replied in a calm tone, with a chilling intent to kill. If they were indeed coming for him, he wouldn't mind taking down a few more people. The three Nascent Souls from last time were still in his ring, waiting to be refined; such treasures were always welcome.
Soon, the four of them retreated into the mountains several hundred miles away. Zuo Dao instructed Feng Yikong and the others to keep an eye on that group of Cultivators while he busied himself with something else.
The Second Ancestor's Spiritual Awareness firmly locked onto that group of Cultivators, monitoring their movements. Feng Yikong had nothing to do and was watching Zuo Dao work.
What he saw nearly made his heart stop.
"Damn, what you just buried isn't an Earth Shattering Bomb, is it? What is this? A Collapse Pearl!? Fire Thunder!? No way, you even have Primordial Unity Bombs?"
"This is just some fun stuff. If it weren't for the unsuitable terrain here in Mountain Valley, I would have prepared some Jade Dragon Shocks and Northern Underworld Fire Bombs for them too," Zuo Dao casually replied while setting things up.
"Fun stuff? Just for fun? Do you know how much these things are worth in spirit stones?" Feng Yikong watched in pain as Zuo Dao buried those items in different spots, feeling as if he were witnessing piles of spirit stones being buried in the ground.
"What? You want some? Here, have a few to play with." Seeing Feng Yikong's expression, Zuo Dao felt that his mindset needed some serious cultivation; getting so excited over a few fireworks was amusing. He casually tossed a few to him.
Feng Yikong was startled and immediately flew up to catch them gently, looking flustered as Zuo Dao chuckled at his frantic demeanor.
"Heart, my ancestor, if this blows up, we're all done for."
"Don't worry, even if it kills you, it won't kill me." Zuo Dao looked at Feng Yikong with a hint of disdain. At the same time, he sensed something different about the Seven Disciples. These items were newly acquired by him, yet he could name them and seemed to know their uses.
As he continued to set things up while chatting with Feng Yikong, the Second Ancestor overheard their conversation and felt a chill run down his spine. What kind of people are these? It was truly a case of there being no limit to how dark things could get.
Zusi Ma's sword flew low in the air. As the Garrison Ancient Ancestor of Great Wind City, he rushed out with his team as soon as he received the news. He really didn't want to appear this early, but he wasn't the only one keeping an eye on Zuo Dao.
Seeing Hong Jiang beside him and a group of Golden Core Cultivators behind him gave him a bit more confidence.
As they drew closer to Zuo Dao and his companions, Zusi Ma and the cultivators behind him couldn't help but feel tense. After all, the incident at Mount Hua Immortal Gate had occurred under everyone's watchful eyes, and Zuo Dao and his group had already gained a notorious reputation. Although they didn't know who the extra member was, it was reasonable to assume that their strength wouldn't be lacking.
Everything needed to be prepared in advance. Before setting off, Zusi Ma had already sent a message to the Meteor Pavilion headquarters. Their mission was merely to hold off Zuo Dao's group; there was no need for life-and-death struggles, but even so, the danger was significant.
The Golden Core Disciples had formed a battle formation, following closely behind the two Ancient Ancestors. Both Zusi Ma and Hong Jiang wore serious expressions. As time passed, the entire team began to exude a somber atmosphere reminiscent of "the wind rustles coldly by the Yi River; once a hero departs, they do not return."
During their course change, both Zusi Ma and Hong Jiang sensed that the other seemed aware of their presence.
Mountain Valley lay ahead; a bloody battle was about to erupt.
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