Chapter 311: Sect Master: Nothing much, you just keep going. I’ll just have a quick peek.
“So, they’re heading this way now?”
Bai Feng wasn’t snacking. Nope, he’d left the table, grabbed a room, and was staring at a map. On the map, a bright red line marked the path of the two monster tribes that were on their way. Classic getaway route, right? Unfortunately, it looked like a nasty hit from their recent injuries was slowing them down.
“Should we make a move now?” Shui Xi Yu asked, eyes sharp like a hawk.
“Absolutely. The sooner, the better. No point in waiting around for a full belly and a good nap before doing something,” Bai Feng nodded decisively. He wasn’t the type to wait until after a feast to save the day. Better to act now—ketchup, I mean, fight now, then eat afterwards.
“So… we need to restrict this guy,” Shui Xi Yu pulled out her Image Retainer and pointed at the burly man. “Seems like he can burrow underground, which means they probably dodged the Divine Monarch’s chase using this trick. Catching them won’t be easy.”
“Diving underground…”
Bai Feng stroked his chin. Plenty of monster tribes could do that. Restricting them? Not a problem—there are plenty of earth-travel restrictions in talismans, even without formations.
Plus, with the Sect Master, that ultra-powerful boss, lurking nearby, he wasn’t buying that the two tiny monsters could slip through his fingers.
Err, wait—no champagne for now. Better set some formation traps ahead of time for safety.
“Then, let’s ambush their probable escape routes ahead of time,” Bai Feng decided. His plan wasn’t really about the two monsters anyway. Nope, he had his eyes on the corpse-in-the-foxhole—the immortal arm hidden inside that tiger.
That thing wouldn’t stay quiet for long.
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A few small birds flew over not far from the two monster tribes.
“Hm, Princess Little Princess’s intel was spot-on. They are indeed headed this way,” Bai Feng stood on a tree branch, drawing a few array symbols in the air and connecting the disk patterns inside the Image Retainer.
Suddenly, another shadow appeared on a different branch. The figure watched Bai Feng’s moves with a surprised look, then reached up to scratch his chin beard—wait, is this a record of a technique? Rumor had it, only Array Masters who truly understood formations could pull this off. If he succeeded, he’d be on the path to immortality—literally.
He congratulated himself silently—leaving Bai Feng behind had been a good call. Maybe the Heavenly Sword Sect could even produce a true Immortal now!
“Sect Master. Anything I can do for you?” Bai Feng asked when the Sect Master emerged, ceasing his work.
The Sect Master waved hurriedly. “No, no. Keep going. Just watching is enough.”
Bai Feng blinked. “?”
Was this sudden politeness a sign of something? Did the Sect Master have a mild case of… being strange?
“Oh! By the way,” the Sect Master suddenly remembered. “Your current cultivation is only at the early stage of Transformation God, but in certain special situations, even someone at that phase can become the Peak Master. Like your master, Chu Ning Yan? She took the post at the Green Bamboo Peak during her late Transformation God stage.”
“So… are you suggesting—” Bai Feng raised an eyebrow.
The Sect Master grinned, stroking his beard. “Wanna be the Array Peak Master?”
“I feel that’s a tiny bit too early for me,” Bai Feng hesitated a few seconds. “Managing a research room is okay, but running a whole peak? I might not be up to that.”
The Sect Master nodded understandingly. “Fair enough. Let’s go with the flow. Once your research department gets bigger, it’ll naturally grow into the Array Peak anyway.”
“Oh, by the way, Sect Master, can you just grab those two monsters for us directly?” Bai Feng asked eagerly.
The Sect Master chuckled, “Heh, heh, heh. No rush. Those two are in the Refinement Stage, injured pretty badly—almost dead. It’s a rare chance, really. No need to hurry, and don’t worry about surprises. I’ve got my eye on them here.”
Bai Feng’s heart twitched. He understood full well—the Sect Master was caught up in loving talent, a classic case of ‘training through admiration.’
‘This will surely lead to… some unexpected developments,’ Bai Feng thought, a bit worried. Thankfully, before coming here, he’d contacted the Holy Land still in Eastern Continent through Tian Yan. They might be still chasing the Divine Monarch shadow but recognized the importance of the tiger. Once they got the message, a few experts had set out, probably on their way now.
After arranging and completing the formation, Bai Feng didn’t rush to activate it. After all, the prey was still uncaught.
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“Hmm, I remember this was the Princess’s territory. So, we should be safe now, right?” Di Yuan looked up at the surroundings and asked a nearby man. “Should we head into town to buy some medicine and treat our injuries?”
“Better not,” He Yi shook his head. “Who knows if there’s a Black Dragon or Demon Path folks inside. Best to stay away from crowds before leaving Eastern Continent.” He looked down at the still-slumbering tiger, furrowing his brow. “And its condition looks kinda weird, so let’s get outta here quickly.”
“Yeah,” Di Yuan agreed. Suddenly, he sensed a wave of spiritual energy nearby. Without hesitation, he reached out to grab He Yi and tried to burrow underground.
Boom!
In the next second, he was shot out of the ground and landed on his backside. The force of his forced Earth Escape tore his wounds open again, but he ignored the pain. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the ground—
The once-soft mud hardened instantly. Like stone.
“We’ve been spotted!”
He quickly got to his feet and saw several figures surround them, blocking their escape.
“You’re fast—I’ll hold them off; you run!” Di Yuan, injured but pushing forward, charged into the crowd.
Suddenly, a round object appeared in front of him. He wanted to dodge, but the round thing seemed to have eyes—no, it was just a coin, but it flew with such precision that it pierced his injured chest like a sharpshooter.
“Ugh!!”
bl**d spurted out as he collapsed. His legs shook, and he fell hard.
“Di Yuan!”
He Yi clenched his teeth. He knew that staying would only get him killed, so he spread his white wings—his quick escape move.
But just as he was about to take off, a sword light flickered in front of him. Several white feathers floated down, slicing a shallow scar across the hardened ground.
He looked up to see a man holding a sword blocking his way. Seeing the enemy, he couldn’t help but sneer: “A tiny Transformation God trying to fight me? Even injured, the chasm between Transformation God and Refinement Stage is no joke!”
Bai Feng didn’t say a word. He took a step forward, charging straight at He Yi.
He Yi, wielding a broken spear, also lunged forward, aiming to stab Bai Feng.
Suddenly, a crisp finger snap echoed, followed by a spiritual ripple. He Yi hurriedly retracted his spear, pretending nothing had happened.
