Cultivating with Top Enlightenment Chapter 778 - 327: Wind God Painting of the Saint Ancestor

Qi Keqing's sight grew hazy, and upon regaining clarity, she discovered herself beside a well-known figure.

Gazing in shock at the Sword Ancestor nearby, she cried out, "Sword Shocking?"

The Sword Ancestor appeared just as surprised while eyeing Qi Keqing, who had abruptly plummeted from the emptiness.

Nevertheless, as they had trailed Ning Qi to this spot, and Ning Qi had silently shifted Qi Keqing over to them, all were already braced mentally.

"Qi Keqing, are you okay?"

Qi Keqing shook her head, her face lighting up with happiness as she spoke, "Did Domain Master Ning save me?"

Even if the inquiry felt like a self-answer, it revealed Qi Keqing's deep delight.

The Sword Ancestor nodded faintly.

Before they exchanged further words, abruptly, beside Qi Keqing, numerous forms began tumbling from the void, resembling falling dumplings, swiftly assembling into a force.

The Fuyao Realm folks overflowed with great happiness, rescued at last and freed from Kuang Shanqing's clutches.

Luckily, prior to moving them, Ning Qi had wrapped the Fuyao Realm troops in a hiding formation.

Together with their utmost wariness, they stayed silent, keeping the total commotion minimal.

Meanwhile, the Langya Domain individuals were completely stunned witnessing Ning Qi pull so many Fuyao Realm cultivators to safety in a flash.

The Sword Ancestor declared, "Congratulations on briefly dodging the peril. Yet, for safety, make sure to stay hidden."

Qi Keqing's face grew solemn, and she promptly commanded, "Everyone, did you catch that?"

The Fuyao Realm group nodded together.

After settling down, all turned their gazes to the node.

There, Ning Qi dressed in white materialized, facing away from them, in discussion with Kuang Shanqing, the Domain Master of the Divine Wind Domain.

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Ning Qi grinned, "All this owes to Sikong Lan. Outwardly, he yielded to you, feeding you wrong details on me, yet covertly he shared every bit with me, since I handed him a magical treasure!"

Down below, Sikong Lan caught Ning Qi's statement too.

Sikong Lan teetered on the edge of insanity. At what point did he covertly relay all to Ning Qi, or accept a magical treasure from him?

Ning Qi's revelation sparked in Sikong Lan a fear like never before, oddly convincing him that Ning Qi was setting a trap just for him.

Sikong Lan thrashed wildly, twisting like a larva, yet unable to utter a noise or send a transmission.

Kuang Shanqing's visage darkened severely at these words.

He appeared to grasp why Ning Qi possessed prior knowledge of this location's secrets.

Though he had indeed lain in wait for Ning Qi, the truth diverged sharply from his expectations.

Kuang Shanqing had planned to seize Ning Qi using Qianying's hidden ambush, then extract the Compass creation technique from him, offering it to the Vast Realm Will for rich prizes.

Yet actuality showed Ning Qi had not just neutralized Qianying but rescued Qi Keqing and the rest, thrusting Kuang Shanqing into total passivity.

Naturally, Kuang Shanqing held some doubt in Ning Qi's claim, but surely a spy of Ning Qi lurked among the remnants below.

Abruptly, Ning Qi pushed his right palm down, vanishing several figures from the army of the Cyan Profound Immortal Sect under Sikong Lan's command.

At this sight, Kuang Shanqing's face shifted once more.

He might have overlooked earlier moves, but Ning Qi extracting people directly under his nose was pure disdain!

Fury boiled in his chest, overwhelming the dread Ning Qi had earlier sown.

As Ning Qi lifted his hand once more, seemingly poised to rescue additional souls,

Kuang Shanqing unleashed a mighty surge of energy, striking first.

In a flash, within the area beneath, countless translucent wind blades materialized from nowhere, each spanning several zhang in length and breadth.

The moment these wind blades emerged, they crammed the lower space akin to overlapping scales.

Buzz!

Amid a chorus of humming noises, the wind blades advanced as one, carving the air like blades, promptly shredding Sikong Lan and the survivors into multiple segments!

Cries of agony echoed successively!

Yet that fell short; to unleash his wrath, Kuang Shanqing directed the wind blades anew right before Ning Qi, slashing wildly to and fro below, pulverizing every chopped remnant to dust.

Once halted, the terrain lay gouged three feet downward, its borders eroded as if Sikong Lan and his group had never existed.

Kuang Shanqing glanced upward toward Ning Qi.

He saw Ning Qi regarding him with a chillingly odd look, nearly a sneer.

Ning Qi pulled back his outstretched arm, brimming with profound contentment.

At long last, Sikong Lan that fool perished, alongside every soul from the Cyan Profound Immortal Sect and their allied sects who had ventured into the war realm with him.

Though not slain by his direct blow, it stemmed from his cunning plot.

Should the Mountain and Sea Realm Will learn of it, no blame could attach.

The three forces observed from afar; their demise came at Kuang Shanqing's hands, not Ning Qi's.

Beholding Ning Qi's demeanor, Kuang Shanqing abruptly sensed he'd been manipulated by him!

Still, it troubled him little; those slain were Mountain and Sea Realm experts after all, and Sikong Lan's lot held no value anymore.

"Come on, I've anticipated your arrival for ages, and now only we remain. Let's battle for our Spirit Realms!" Kuang Shanqing uttered.

With those words done, he charged at Ning Qi.

Immediately, multiple emerald trails streaked through the void, tearing it apart like ripped parchment, fragmenting it.

Verdant phantoms encircled Ning Qi on all sides, gales roaring fiercely in the emptiness; even before nearing Ning Qi, they morphed further.

The verdant forms faded to nothing, winds eddying nearby, resounding with the torn void's echoes, birthing a fearsome twister storm.

This twister storm derived not solely from the Wind Rule's compression but incorporated all nearby void shards as well.