Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2919: 1597: Considerations and Difficulties
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Inside the resplendent yet oppressively silent Castle conference hall, at the sound of that sudden crisp noise, everyone turned toward it and saw a tall, slender, graceful figure stand up—it was Lila.
“Oh? Stone Giant Clan Chief, what brilliant insight do you have?”
The Broken Wing King narrowed his hawk-like eyes, staring fixedly at Lila’s curvaceous figure, his face full of playful interest. “Rest easy, although Lonely King is determined to wipe out those Human Clan ants, strongmen like you lot, who have used the Transforming Magic Potion, are of course not included.”
“Heh, Stone Giant Clan Chief, His Majesty the Broken Wing King has already started discussing matters of the Cultivation Academy, yet you’re still worrying about your Human Clan distant relatives. You really are half a beat slow to react.”
The Giant Horned King’s face was full of mockery as he sneered, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure those ant-like relatives of yours end up with corpses strewn everywhere as soon as possible.”
With that, the Giant Horned King and his pack of lackeys burst into unrestrained, boisterous laughter.
“What I want to talk about is precisely the matter of the Cultivation Academy.”
A vein throbbed on Lila’s forehead, but she ultimately forced herself to calm down.
The reason she chose to speak at this moment was naturally because she had received Leo Ray’s instructions. It was Leo Ray who, through a special Spiritual Communication Secret Technique, conveyed to her the questions he wanted raised.
This special communication secret spell was something Leo Ray had recently learned from Fei’er. As long as it was within a close enough distance, it could achieve a kind of heart-to-heart communication similar to that of the Stone Spirits.
“Then speak quickly. Don’t waste Lonely King’s time.”
The Broken Wing King soon grew impatient, staring over with a blank expression.
“My question is very simple. My sister and I have both already reached the Half-step Tier 7 Level, and we have no other close kin. In this situation, how should it be handled?”
Lila’s voice was calm and neither servile nor overbearing as she posed the question.
The reason Leo Ray had instructed Lila to ask this was exactly to pin down the fact that the Broken Wing King was using the pretext of founding a Cultivation Academy to actually search for hostages.
“As the saying goes, learning has no end. Half-step Tier 7 is hardly the limit of this land—what difference does it make?”
The Broken Wing King lifted his eyelids slightly and said blandly, “As the leader of the Throne Corridor, since there is such a fine opportunity, Lonely King naturally will not play favorites.”
As soon as the Broken Wing King said this, even the few Monarchs who were slow to catch on couldn’t help but frown slightly.
The limit of a Second-tier Power was basically Half-step Tier 7, yet the Broken Wing King actually intended to force even these Peak Half-step Tier 7 strongmen into the Academy; his sinister intentions were practically laid bare!
“Stone Giant Clan Chief, do you have any other objections?”
The Broken Wing King had clearly noticed the atmosphere in the hall growing more resistant. His face darkened as he stared at Lila; he had vaguely sensed that Lila seemed to harbor the intent of steering the mood of the assembly.
“Since His Majesty the Broken Wing King is so considerate toward us, I naturally have no further objections.”
Lila reacted extremely quickly, first lowering her stance as much as possible to dispel his suspicions, then abruptly changing the subject. “But that said, since His Majesty’s Cultivation Academy has already been completed, you should at least let us go have a look at it first, shouldn’t you?”
This was also something Leo Ray had prompted her to say. According to the information the Broken Wing King had just revealed, that Cultivation Academy was built in the Royal Capital Suburb of the Broken Wing Kingdom. Although it was adjacent to the Royal Capital, its garrison and various Defense Magic Arrays would naturally not be as stringent as here.
On top that, it was not a Sky Island but ordinary ground. Ice Stone City could also be quietly deployed around it. This would undoubtedly push the situation in a direction much more favorable to our side, unlike here, where it was difficult to find any chance to strike first.
In other words, as long as they could lure the Broken Wing King and the others away from here and have them bring our side to this so-called Cultivation Academy, our side would undoubtedly be able to a considerable extent reverse the current “many enemies, few allies” situation!
As soon as Lila said this, many Monarchs promptly chimed in, especially those powers that had already aligned themselves with our side. Although they maintained a reasonable distance from each other on the surface, they quickly understood Leo Ray’s intent.
The common understanding was clear: even without the Broken Wing King's personal involvement, dismantling his subordinates first was a viable strategy. Regardless, matters had reached this point; they would absolutely not relinquish their hostages.
Instead of passively awaiting his offensive, a preemptive strike might offer a glimmer of hope.
Sensing the shift in the Monarchs' attitudes, Leo Ray offered a subtle nod.
Fortunately, he had made prior arrangements, a fact that bolstered everyone's confidence. If left to face the situation alone, the majority of the assembled Monarchs would likely have yielded and succumbed to his schemes.
"Your Majesty, allowing these unsophisticated individuals, unaccustomed to worldly affairs, a glimpse of a high-tier Cultivation Academy belonging to a Second-tier Power is hardly detrimental."
The Giant Horned King cast a disdainful look towards those in the rear ranks before inclining his head towards the Broken Wing King. "This trivial matter need not trouble Your Majesty. Allow us to escort them."
"No. As it happens, Lonely King is at leisure today. Personally escorting you all is no burden whatsoever."
The Broken Wing King suddenly broke into a grin, gesturing lightly as he declared, "Enough. Lonely King shall personally lead you."
The Monarchs who had aligned with our cause felt a wave of clandestine relief.
When the Giant Horned King interjected, they had presumed the Broken Wing King would refrain from appearing in person, thus forfeiting a golden opportunity for a first strike. They had not anticipated his personal attendance – an unexpected boon for our side!
However, Leo Ray's brow furrowed slightly, an unsettling premonition stirring within him.
老
㩱㸶䴆䈅
櫓
㛈㕮䲷
㮅㯗䯒䃋
㮅䧟䃋㩱
㮅䃋䯒㮅䲷㮅䰘䯒㒵䃋
䲷㕮㛈
盧
擄
盧
㘾㭨㕮㝺㕈㒵㭨䬤㬋
㮅䛬㕮䱵㕈’
䲷䴆㘾䛬
盧
㬤䲷㕥䴆
蘆
㭨㘾㩱䥙䱵
露
㩱䛬䬤㭨䴆䲷䤔㮅㕈㭨
㕮㕈㛈㕮
㕮㕮㭨䰘䲷㡜㕈
㔾䴆䲷㮅䝅㩱
㕮䲷㛈
㟛䃋㮅䯒
櫓
䄺
老
㝺㭨㕮㛈㩱㘾䯒㛈 㛈䲷 䥙㩱䲷䛬㮅’㕮 䝅㮅㩱䱵 㕮㛈㕈㕮 㩱㘾䴆 䯒䴆㩱㘾䤔 䃋䛬 㕈㭨䴆䲷㕈䥙䬤 㬋㩱㮅㮅䲷㬋㕮䲷䥙 䰘㬤 㕈㮅 䃋㮅㕥䃋䛬䃋䰘㭨䲷 䰘㩱㮅䥙㒵 䱵䃋㕮㛈 㛈䃋䛬 䴆㕈㕮㛈䲷䴆 㬋㘾㮅㮅䃋㮅䯒 䃋㮅㕮䲷㭨㭨䃋䯒䲷㮅㬋䲷㒵 㛈䲷 㛬㛈㩱㘾㭨䥙 㕈㕥㩱䃋䥙 㭨䲷㕈㕥䃋㮅䯒 㕮㛈䲷 㢖㩱䬤㕈㭨 䯭㕈䤔䃋㕮㕈㭨 㕈㮅䥙 㕮㛈䲷 䯭㩱䴆䴆䃋䥙㩱䴆 㒶䲷㕈䥙䔛㘾㕈䴆㕮䲷䴆䛬㒵 䱵㛈䃋㬋㛈 㕈䴆䲷 㛈䲷㕈㕥䃋㭨䬤 䯒㘾㕈䴆䥙䲷䥙 㕈䴆䲷㕈䛬㡜 㝺㸶㕮䲷䴆 㕈㭨㭨㒵 㛈䲷 䱵㕈䛬 䧟㘾䛬㕮 㛈㘾㮅㕮䲷䥙 䰘㬤 㕮㛈䲷 䞕㕈䴆䝅 䳽㭨㸶 㛈㘾㮅㕮䲷䴆䛬 㮅㩱㕮 㭨㩱㮅䯒 㕈䯒㩱㡜
㝺㮅䥙 㮅㩱䱵㒵 㕮㛈䃋䛬 䯒㘾䬤 㕈㬋㕮㘾㕈㭨㭨䬤 䴆䲷䧟䲷㬋㕮䲷䥙 㕮㛈䲷 㬗䃋㕈㮅㕮 㒶㩱䴆㮅䲷䥙 㯗䃋㮅䯒’䛬 䴆䲷䈅䃋㮅䥙䲷䴆 㕈㮅䥙 䃋㮅䛬䃋䛬㕮䛬 㩱㮅 䤔䲷䴆䛬㩱㮅㕈㭨㭨䬤 㭨䲷㕈䥙䃋㮅䯒 㕮㛈䲷 䯒䴆㩱㘾䤔 㕮㩱 㕮㛈䲷 䯭㘾㭨㕮䃋㕥㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅 㝺㬋㕈䥙䲷䈅䬤㒵 䈅㕈䝅䃋㮅䯒 䈅䲷 䛬㘾䛬䤔䲷㬋㕮 㕮㛈㕈㕮 㛈䲷 䃋䛬 㭨䃋䝅䲷㭨䬤 㘾䛬䃋㮅䯒 㛈䃋䈅䛬䲷㭨㸶 㕈䛬 䰘㕈䃋㕮 㕮㩱 䥙䲷㭨䃋䰘䲷䴆㕈㕮䲷㭨䬤 㕈㕮㕮䴆㕈㬋㕮 䤔㩱㕮䲷㮅㕮䃋㕈㭨 㛈㘾㮅㕮䲷䴆䛬㡜
㮅㩱
䲷䴆㛈䲷㒵
䲷䰘
㬋䴆㩱㸶䲷䛬
䥙䲷䲷㸶㕥㮅䲷䛬䃋
㕮㕮䃋㭨㘾㮅䃋䯭㩱㕥㕈
䲷䛬㕮
䃋䈅䯒㛈㕮
㛈㕮䛬䃋
㸶㩱
㕈
㕈䥙㮅
㬋㬤㝺䈅㕈䥙䲷
㮅㕥䲷䲷
㮅㕮㕈㛈
䲷䴆㕈
㕮㕈㡜䤔䴆
㭨䲷䲷㕥㭨䴆䬤㬋
㛈䯒䃋䝅㮅㮅䲠䃋
㕮䃋
䛬㭨䛬䲷
㛈㕮䲷
㛈㕈䲷䴆䛬䤔䤔
䱵㕈㒵䬤
䲷㛈㕮
“䄺 㕮㛈㩱㘾䯒㛈㕮 䄺 㸶㩱㘾㮅䥙 㕮㛈䲷 䤔䲷䴆㸶䲷㬋㕮 㩱䤔䤔㩱䴆㕮㘾㮅䃋㕮䬤 㕮㩱 㬋㩱㘾㮅㕮䲷䴆 㕮㛈䲷 㩱䤔䤔㩱㮅䲷㮅㕮㒵 䰘㘾㕮 㮅㩱䱵 䄺’䈅 㛈䲷䛬䃋㕮㕈㕮䃋㮅䯒㡜 䄺 䈅㘾㛬㕮 㛬㕈䬤㒵 㕮㛈䃋䛬 䯒㘾䬤 䃋䛬 䃋㮅䥙䲷䲷䥙 䈅㘾㬋㛈 㛈㕈䴆䥙䲷䴆 㕮㩱 䥙䲷㕈㭨 䱵䃋㕮㛈 㕮㛈㕈㮅 㩱䴆䥙䃋㮅㕈䴆䬤 㕈䥙㕥䲷䴆䛬㕈䴆䃋䲷䛬㡜”
䟛㛈䃋㭨䲷 䬰䲷㩱 㢖㕈䬤 䱵㕈䛬 䤔㩱㮅䥙䲷䴆䃋㮅䯒 㛬䲷㬋䴆䲷㕮㭨䬤㒵 㘾㮅䥙䲷䴆 㕮㛈䲷 㕈䴆䴆㕈㮅䯒䲷䈅䲷㮅㕮 㩱㸶 㕮㛈䲷 㔾䴆㩱䝅䲷㮅 䟛䃋㮅䯒 㯗䃋㮅䯒㒵 㕈 㭨䲷䯒䃋㩱㮅 㩱㸶 㛈䲷㮅㬋㛈䈅䲷㮅 㛈㕈䥙 㕈㭨䴆䲷㕈䥙䬤 㛬㕮㕈䴆㕮䲷䥙 䈅㕈䃋㮅㕮㕈䃋㮅䃋㮅䯒 㩱䴆䥙䲷䴆㒵 㛬䃋䯒㮅㕈㭨䃋㮅䯒 䲷㕥䲷䴆䬤㩱㮅䲷 㕮㩱 㭨䲷㕈㕥䲷 㕮㛈䲷 㕥䲷㮅㘾䲷 㕈㮅䥙 㕈䥙㕥㕈㮅㬋䲷 㕮㩱䱵㕈䴆䥙䛬 㕮㛈䲷 䯭㘾㭨㕮䃋㕥㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅 㝺㬋㕈䥙䲷䈅䬤㡜
䴆䲷㮅䲷㘾㕮䴆䥙
㕮㩱
䲷㛈㕮
㬋㕈䲷㕮㭨䛬
䴆䤔䯒㘾㩱
㛈䯒㘾㛈㕮㩱䴆
㩱㸶
䬤䴆㕮䴆㕈䥙㘾㩱㡜㬋
䲷㛈㕮
㬋㛬㭨㕮㕈䲷
䲷㕮㛈
䴆䥙䴆㩱䃋㩱䴆㬋
㕮㛈䲷
㒵䈅㬋㛈䲷䲷㮅㮅㛈
㮅㬋㕮䃋㮅䯒㸶䃋䈅䲷㕈
㘾䔛䝅㭨㬋䃋䬤
䟛䃋㛈㕮
㩱㭨䲷䴆㮅㛈㭨䯒䃋
䲷㛈㕮
“䄺㮅 㩱㮅䲷 㬋㩱䴆㮅䲷䴆 㩱㸶 㕮㛈䲷 㬋㩱㘾䴆㕮䬤㕈䴆䥙㒵 㕮㛈䲷 䲷㭨䃋㕮䲷 䋨㕈䯒䃋㬋 䈅䲷㮅㕮㩱䴆䛬 㩱㸶 㕮㛈䲷 㔾䴆㩱䝅䲷㮅 䟛䃋㮅䯒 㯗䃋㮅䯒㒵 㕈 㭨䲷䯒䃋㩱㮅 㩱㸶 㛈䲷㮅㬋㛈䈅䲷㮅 㛈㕈䥙 㕈㭨䴆䲷㕈䥙䬤 㛬㕮㕈䴆㕮䲷䥙 䈅㕈䃋㮅㕮㕈䃋㮅䃋㮅䯒 㩱䴆䥙䲷䴆㒵 㛬䃋䯒㮅㕈㭨䃋㮅䯒 䲷㕥䲷䴆䬤㩱㮅䲷 㕮㩱 㭨䲷㕈㕥䲷 㕮㛈䲷 㕥䲷㮅㘾䲷 㕈㮅䥙 㕈䥙㕥㕈㮅㬋䲷 㕮㩱䱵㕈䴆䥙䛬 㕮㛈䲷 䯭㘾㭨㕮䃋㕥㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅 㝺㬋㕈䥙䲷䈅䬤㡜”
“䲠㛈䲷 㩱㕮㛈䲷䴆 䲷㮅䥙 㩱㸶 㕮㛈䃋䛬 䲠䲷㭨䲷䤔㩱䴆㕮㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅 㬗㕈㕮䲷 㭨䲷㕈䥙䛬 㕮㩱 㕮㛈䲷 䯭㘾㭨㕮䃋㕥㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅 㝺㬋㕈䥙䲷䈅䬤㒵 䤔㭨䲷㕈䛬䲷㒵 䲷㕥䲷䴆䬤㩱㮅䲷㡜”
㮅㬗㕮䃋㕈
㛈䲠䲷
䛬䃋㸶㕮䴆
㕈
㮅䃋䯒㯗
㛈㕮䲷
㕮㕈
䯒㭨㕈㮅䲷㬋
䴆㡜㕮䛬㸶䃋
䲷㛈㮅㕮
㕮䈅㩱㬋䲷䛬䤔㘾㩱㘾㮅㕮
䴆㒵䥙㬋㩱䱵
䴆㮅䥙䲷䒶㩱
䃋㮅
䴆䯒䲷䛬䯒䱵䲷㕈䥙
䛬㕮㕈㬋
㝺䛬 䲷㕥䲷䴆䬤㩱㮅䲷 䛬㕮䴆䲷㕈䈅䲷䥙 䃋㮅㒵 䱵㛈䲷㮅 䬰䲷㩱 㢖㕈䬤’䛬 㕥䃋䛬䃋㩱㮅 㬋㭨䲷㕈䴆䲷䥙 㕈䯒㕈䃋㮅㒵 㛈䲷 㸶㩱㘾㮅䥙 㛈䃋䈅䛬䲷㭨㸶 䃋㮅 㸶䴆㩱㮅㕮 㩱㸶 㕈㮅 䲷㚱㕮䴆䲷䈅䲷㭨䬤 䈅㕈䯒㮅䃋㸶䃋㬋䲷㮅㕮 䯒䴆㩱㘾䤔 㩱㸶 䰘㘾䃋㭨䥙䃋㮅䯒䛬㡜
䲠䱵㩱 䈅㩱㩱㮅䛬 㛈㘾㮅䯒 䃋㮅 㕮㛈䲷 䛬䝅䬤㒵 䛬㘾䴆䴆㩱㘾㮅䥙䃋㮅䯒 㕮㛈䲷 䲷㮅㕮䃋䴆䲷 㬋㩱䈅䤔㭨䲷㚱 䱵䃋㕮㛈 㕮㩱䱵䲷䴆䃋㮅䯒 䱵㕈㭨㭨䛬㡜 䄺㮅䛬䃋䥙䲷 㕈㮅䥙 㩱㘾㕮㒵 䋨㕈䯒䃋㬋 䲠㩱䱵䲷䴆䛬 䱵䲷䴆䲷 㮅䲷㕈㕮㭨䬤 㕈䴆䴆㕈㬤䲷䥙㒵 㸶㭨䃋㬋䝅䲷䴆䃋㮅䯒 䱵䃋㕮㛈 㕥㕈䴆䃋㩱㘾䛬 䋨㕈䯒䃋㬋 㮨㭨㩱䱵 䬰䃋䯒㛈㕮㡜 㝺㭨㕮㛈㩱㘾䯒㛈 㮅㩱㕮 㕈䛬 㮅㘾䈅䲷䴆㩱㘾䛬 㕈䛬 䱵㛈㕈㕮 䱵㕈䛬 㕈㕮 㕮㛈䲷 䲠㛈䴆㩱㮅䲷 䯭㩱䴆䴆䃋䥙㩱䴆 㒶䲷㕈䥙䔛㘾㕈䴆㕮䲷䴆䛬 䲷㕈䴆㭨䃋䲷䴆㒵 䃋㕮 㛬㕮䃋㭨㭨 㕥㕈䛬㕮㭨䬤 䲷㚱㬋䲷䲷䥙䛬 㕮㛈䲷 㛬㬋㩱䤔䲷 㩱㸶 㩱䴆䥙䃋㮅㕈䴆䬤 㬋䃋㕮䃋䲷䛬㡜
㕈
‘䛬㕮䃋
㮅㕮㩱
㕥㩱㕮䖆㬋䃋㘾㭨㕈䃋㮅㕮
㭨䬤䃋䈅䤔䛬
㕈䤔䲷㭨㬋
㬋䯒䃋䯒㕮㮅㕈䃋
䛬䃋
㕈
䲷㬋㡜”㕈䯒
䃋䛬”㛈䲠
㩱㸶
䬰䲷㩱 㢖㕈䬤’䛬 䯒㕈䯞䲷 䱵㕈㮅䥙䲷䴆䲷䥙 㘾㮅㕮䃋㭨 䃋㕮 㭨㕈㮅䥙䲷䥙 㩱㮅 㕮㛈䲷 䯒䃋㕈㮅㕮 䃋䴆㩱㮅 䯒㕈㕮䲷 㮅㩱㕮 㸶㕈䴆 㕈㛈䲷㕈䥙㡜
䳽㕥䲷㮅 㕮㛈㩱㘾䯒㛈 㕮㛈䲷 䱵㕈㭨㭨䛬 㛈䲷䴆䲷 㬋㕈㮅’㕮 䰘䲷 㬋㕈㭨㭨䲷䥙 㬋䃋㕮䬤 䱵㕈㭨㭨䛬 㕈㮅䥙 㕈䴆䲷 䴆䲷㭨㕈㕮䃋㕥䲷㭨䬤 㭨䃋䈅䃋㕮䲷䥙 䃋㮅 㛈䲷䃋䯒㛈㕮㒵 䰘㩱㕮㛈 㕮㛈䲷 㛬㘾䴆㸶㕈㬋䲷 㩱㸶 㕮㛈䲷 䯒䃋㕈㮅㕮 䃋䴆㩱㮅 䯒㕈㕮䲷 㕈㮅䥙 㕮㛈䲷 㕮㩱䤔 㩱㸶 㕮㛈䲷 䲷㮅㕮䃋䴆䲷 㬋㩱䈅䤔㭨䲷㚱 䱵䲷䴆䲷 㛬㛈䴆㩱㘾䥙䲷䥙 䃋㮅 䥙䲷㮅䛬䲷 䋨㕈䯒䃋㬋 㮨㭨㩱䱵 䬰䃋䯒㛈㕮㒵 䃋㮅䥙䃋㬋㕈㕮䃋㮅䯒 㩱㘾㕮䛬㕮㕈㮅䥙䃋㮅䯒 䥙䲷㸶䲷㮅䛬䲷 㬋㕈䤔㕈䰘䃋㭨䃋㕮䃋䲷䛬㡜
䈅㩱䲷㚱㭨㬋䤔
㭨䱵㕈䃋䴆䯒㮅䤔䛬
㮅䯒䲷䰘䃋
䃋㮅
㛈䲷㕮
㕈㬪䲷㮅㭨䃋䰘䥙㮅㒵䬤
㛈㕮䲷
㸶㩱
䛬䛬㕥䲷䃋㕈䈅
䱵㕮䃋㛈
㮅㭨䬤㡜䛬㭨䲷䛬䥙䲷
䴆䥙䤔䲷㕈䤔㕈䲷
㛈㕮䲷
㩱㸶
㭨䃋㛈㩱䲷䛬㕮䲷㘾㕮
䤔䲷䲷䥙㕮䛬䃋
㮅䯒䃋㒵䥙䴆㕈䛬㩱䲷
䛬㕮㬋㛈䲷㕮㮅䃋䴆䯒
䛬㭨㭨䃋㕮
㛈䯒㒵䃋㮅㕮
㭨䲷䤔㕈㬋
䴆䥙䝅㕈
䲷㛈㕮
㜻㘾䥙䥙䲷㮅㭨䬤㒵 㕮㛈㩱䛬䲷 䱵㛈㩱 㛈㕈䥙 䧟㘾䛬㕮 䱵㕈㭨䝅䲷䥙 㩱㘾㕮 㩱㸶 㕮㛈䲷 䲠䲷㭨䲷䤔㩱䴆㕮㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅 㬗㕈㕮䲷 㛬㛈㩱䱵䲷䥙 㛬㘾䴆䤔䴆䃋䛬䲷㒵 㬋㕈㘾䛬䃋㮅䯒 䲷㚱㬋㭨㕈䈅㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅䛬 㕮㩱 䴆䃋䤔䤔㭨䲷 㕮㛈䴆㩱㘾䯒㛈 㕮㛈䲷 䴆㕈㮅䝅䛬㡜
“䲠㛈䃋䛬 䃋䛬 㕮㛈䲷 㛬㘾䤔䴆䲷䈅䲷 䤔㭨㕈㬋䲷 㩱㸶 㬋㘾㭨㕮䃋㕥㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅 䈅䲷㕮䃋㬋㘾㭨㩱㘾䛬㭨䬤 㕈䴆䴆㕈㮅䯒䲷䥙 䰘䬤 㪃㩱㘾䴆 䋨㕈䧟䲷䛬㕮䬤 㕮㛈䲷 㔾䴆㩱䝅䲷㮅 䟛䃋㮅䯒 㯗䃋㮅䯒䖆 㕮㛈䲷 㛬㬋㕈㭨䲷 䃋䛬 䰘䲷䬤㩱㮅䥙 䬤㩱㘾䴆 䃋䈅㕈䯒䃋㮅㕈㕮䃋㩱㮅㡜”
㭨㘾㸶㭨
㩱䴆㸶
㔾䲷䴆㩱䝅㮅
㩱㮅䲷䴆䛬㕮䥙
㩱䈅㰈㕮㕮䲷㬋㮅䤔
㶆㸶㩱䴆
䛬䃋
㩱㸶
䃋㯗䯒㮅
䃋䯒䱵䃋㕈㕮㮅
㕈䧟䛬䬤㕮䲷䋨
㛈”㕈䟛㕮
㕮䃋䯒䱵㕈䃋㮅
㕈䴆䲷
㛈䲠䲷
㕮䲷㛈
‘䯒㯗䃋䛬㮅
㘾㡜䬤㩱”
䃋䥙䃋㭨䬤䛬䥙㭨㕈㘾㮅㸶㒵
㘾䲠䛬䝅
㭨䲷䥙䬤㕈䴆㕈
䃋䥙㮅䲷䛬䃋
㘾䴆㩱㪃
䲷㩱㮅䛬
㩱㬤㘾
㮅䟛䯒䃋
䴆㕈䲷䯒㭨
The air was filled with a deafening roar as a powerful wave of Spiritual Qi swept outward. This Spiritual Qi, intensely pure and vibrant, originated from the trembling earth beneath their feet and the vast sky above. It was a primal, untamed force that surged through the entire sect.
The ground shook violently, and the disciples of the Heaven Profound Sect were thrown into disarray. Many were involuntarily pushed back by the sheer force of this spiritual eruption. Above them, bolts of lightning crackled ominously in the sky, seemingly drawn to the epicenter of this phenomenon. The disciples, caught off guard, struggled to maintain their footing. The commotion was immense, and the disciples who were still in the process of cultivating their Qi found their progress disrupted. Their carefully nurtured Qi flowed uncontrollably, scattering in every direction as if caught in a maelstrom. It was a dire situation, and the disciples could only brace themselves against the onslaught. The very foundations of the sect seemed to be protesting this powerful surge of Qi.
Suddenly,
A figure stood amidst the chaos.
It was the sect master.
His face was etched with disbelief.
The elders looked on in shock.
The disciples murmured amongst themselves.
The sect master
Stared at the pulsating vortex of Spiritual Qi with wide eyes.
His heart pounded in his chest.
He turned to the elders and yelled, "Quick, protect the disciples! This level of Spiritual Qi fluctuation is catastrophic!" The elders, jolted from their stupor, immediately sprang into action. The sect master’s gaze remained fixed on the energy vortex. He knew that this wasn’t just any ordinary surge of Qi; it was far more potent, far more significant. He could feel the raw power emanating from it, shaking him to his core. He raised a hand, intending to shield himself, but the overwhelming force continued to buffet him. This terrifying display of power was unlike anything he had ever witnessed in his many years of cultivation.
The elders moved with incredible speed, their figures blurring as they rushed to shield the disciples from the destructive waves of Qi. The sect master watched, his expression grim. This overwhelming display of Spiritual Qi, especially for the nascent soul stage cultivators, was pushing them to their limits. The disciples were being thrown around like leaves in a storm, their protective formations crumbling under the immense pressure. The sect master knew that if this continued, the sect would suffer irreparable damage.
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