Chapter 493: The Heavenly Sword Sect Is Doomed!
“Brother Bai, long time no see!”
Lin Yan swaggered onto the Array Peak, grinning like he just found a stash of free pancakes, and gave Bai Feng a cheerful greeting.
“Finally back, huh?” Bai Feng pulled out a Storage Bag, then without warning, chucked it over like a baseball. “Here, the chronicles of our recent adventures.”
“Thanks a million, Brother Bai!”
Lin Yan caught it mid-air, quick as a fox, and swiftly transferred the contents into his Fate Storage Ring, because heaven forbid he lose his precious loot.
Apparently, his time out in the wild had paid off—he’d scored a rare treasure Storage Ring, no less.
“Senior Brother Luo, this one’s yours,” Bai Feng then haphazardly tossed another Storage Bag at Luo Chen, who had recently emerged from a secluded retreat, entrusted with similar secrets.
Every time these two got their chronicles ready, Bai Feng couldn’t help but think—out of the three Heavenly Sword Sect geniuses, one paints the chronicles, two judge them, and all three are about to bring the whole sect down. Truly a masterpiece of chaos!
“Thanks, Brother Bai,” Luo Chen said, eagerly reaching out but giving up. No Storage Ring for him—he had to make do with the contents in his own Fate Storage Bag for now.
So, what’s the reason for your visit?” Bai Feng inquired with a twinkle in his eye.
Lin Yan scratched his nose and chuckled, “Heard the virtual training on the Southern Region battlefield is brutal. Thought we’d give it a shot.”
“That about sums it up,” Bai Feng nodded sagely. “But beware: the Refinement Stage’s role in the Southern battlefield isn’t the same as in the Transformation God phase. You might run into tougher foes.”
“As long as they’re not in the merging stage, we can handle it,” Lin Yan said confidently, puffing out his chest like a proud rooster.
“Then let me up the ante?” Bai Feng teased, suggesting, “Maybe replace all Refinement Stage folks with the Child of Luck in Trial Space.”
“Uh, maybe let’s not,” Lin Yan hastily waved a hand. “Just normal difficulty. We’ll test the waters first—then crank it up later.”
Bai Feng shook his head with a grin, “Fine, starting from normal difficulty it is.”
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“Master Lin’s back! Brother Luo’s out of seclusion! We’re gonna conquer the Southern battlefield! Let’s go, everyone!!”
The other disciples, likely feeling a bit “pressurized” from recent training, were buzzing with excitement—more like a wild frenzy than disciplined practice.
“This virtual trial is seriously something else,” Lin Yan muttered, looking around. Even with his current cultivation, he could tell it was all illusion. But this illusion was the real deal—so real, in fact, that it could connect to others’ illusions. He’d heard of ghostly arrays linking multiple people for stealth, but seeing it firsthand still left him stunned.
White Brother’s strength is getting stronger too, huh? The level of illusion array in this trial might even outshine old coots in the Merging Stage who specialize in arrays.
If there’s a flaw, it’s that his master can’t join to experience it. But what can you do?
Luo Chen also looked around, then fixed his gaze outside the city at the monsters. “Our mission is probably to stop the Refinement Stage monsters from wrecking the Great Array, right? How should we do that?”
“Simple,” Lin Yan clenched his fists with a confident grin. “Just eliminate all those Refinement Stage monsters!”
“Isn’t that a bit reckless?” Luo Chen raised an eyebrow.
“Hehe, it’s just a virtual world. If we follow procedures, it’d be boring. Gotta spice things up,” Lin Yan said with a mischievous twinkle.
Meanwhile, outside the illusion, Bai Feng caught their loud plotting, his mouth twitching like he was trying not to curse. As a Child of Luck, they’re bold as ever.
He really wants to swap all the Refinement Stage enemies for the Child of Luck in Trial Space—what a riot that would be.
But Bai Feng just thought it through—system’s watching, after all. If he caused trouble for Lin Yan and Luo Chen, he’d be the one biting the dust. Even though he’s grown numb to system feeding him Luck Points, he can’t afford to poke the hornet’s nest of bugs.
“The fight’s starting,” he mumbled. “The two of them… d*mn, they just charged out like headless chickens. Are they even afraid of d*ath?”
White Brother couldn’t help but complain silently as he watched Lin Yan and Luo Chen, in the midst of secretly manipulating Poison Fangs to break the array, charge straight out of the city.
Not only him—other disciples in the illusion were also stunned.
“Wait, no one told us our mission was to defend the city?” someone yelled.
“I get it now,” a disciple said excitedly. “If we just k*ll all the enemies, we don’t have to defend the city anymore. We’ve been misled! This is the true way to defend—big respect to Brother Lin and Brother Luo!”
“Is that right?”
“Umm… maybe not?”
“Absolutely right!”
“F**k it! Let’s burn it up! Screw defending, just charge!”
Suddenly, a shift happened—a wild surge of chaos under the leadership of Lin Yan and Luo Chen, with the other disciples following like moths to a flame.
White Feng, watching the scene unfold outside the illusion, wondered if it was a mistake to let these two enter the virtual trial.
Meanwhile, outside the city walls, the monsters—probably equally dazed—saw the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples rush out and froze.
“F***, they broke the game!”
With White Feng’s quick intervention, the monsters finally rallied for counterattack, and the battle turned into a messy brawl.
But given their numbers, the monsters quickly gained the upper hand, and the Heavenly Sword disciples started falling back. Yet, in these moments, Bai Feng kept his eyes glued to the illusion—because when the tide turned tricky, it was time for the Child of Luck to shine.
Sure enough, after Lin Yan couldn’t shut down the monsters’ secret techniques, he instructed Luo Chen to hold back the powerful Refinement Stage beasts, while he frantically stirred the Crimson Lotus.
Watching the data streaming in from the illusion, Bai Feng quickly slapped a few protective seals on the array. Usually, the moves inside wouldn’t damage the illusion’s stability—unless the system was messing with him. Judging by the identity of the Child of Luck, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Soon after, Lin Yan threw out the fused Crimson Lotus.
Boom! The explosion devoured the nearby monster cultivators, who disappeared without a scream. Only Poison Fangs remained intact, and even the red lotus’ residual explosion caused heavy casualties among the monsters outside—so much so that the great formation in the city flickered, warding off the “attacks” from its own side.
“Ha! Nailed it!” Lin Yan laughed weakly but happily, feeling the sweet thrill of unleashing a big trick.
After the blast, the monsters were rendered incapable of attacking the city; victory was declared.
Meanwhile, the surviving Heavenly Sword Sect disciples looked nervously at the distant explosion. But thanks to Luo Chen’s quick warning before the blast, they managed to hide inside the city walls—otherwise, they’d be no different from the howling monsters outside.
“See? I told you! Master Lin’s way to defend the city is the real deal! Just need to k*ll the monsters, and you don’t have to stay behind!” one disciple exclaimed.
“Got it now, I understand!” Bai Feng watched the Sect disciples’ lively chatter and realized all his hard work these days was completely wasted.
Oh well, better let the Sect Lord wrangle with this mess.
