Sect: Starting with Comprehending Thunder Skill Chapter 1264 - 548: Celestial Net Dao Sect’s Grand Gesture

Everyone in the Feiyun Sect is afraid Li Yunjing is just talking big.

That he’s deliberately using words to hype them up to fight the Celestial Net Dao Sect to the death, to divert pressure away from the Shenxiao Dao Sect.

Why is Wen Bin showing up here?

Isn’t it because Feiyun Master wasn’t at ease, so he had Wen Bin follow Li Yunjing to figure out Li Yunjing’s true intentions?

Now, hearing Li Yunjing’s generous explanation, Wen Bin relaxed a little.

"To be honest, I’ve long wanted to visit the Southern Heaven Continent and broaden my horizons. Since I’m attending your wedding anyway, I might as well tag along and see the world."

Wen Bin lifted his teacup and gently swirled it, the reflected candlelight flickering on his face: "I’ve heard the Southern Heaven Continent has endless resources and opportunities. My cultivation is stuck at Golden Core Realm First Heaven—maybe I can use this chance to break through."

"Oh! That’s great news!"

Li Yunjing nodded, smiling. "Once we reach the Southern Heaven Continent, it’s the Shenxiao Dao Sect’s home ground. Of course I’ll take good care of you and show you around."

With a thunderous boom, the Celestial Patrol Ship tore through the clouds, speeding toward Holy Sound Island.

Inside the Celestial Patrol Ship, coils of bluish smoke rose from a gilded incense burner, mingling with the sweet scent of spirit-fruit preserves freshly made by Xing’Er.

This giant ship flew incredibly smoothly; you could hardly feel any turbulence from outside.

Li Yunjing lounged sideways on a jade-green couch, fingertips playing with a piece of Top-Grade Spirit Stone. He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Wen Bin opposite him: "Since you want to go to the Southern Heaven Continent, how about I take you to play at the front line?"

"I’ve heard a bit about the front line!"

The teacup in Wen Bin’s hand paused slightly, a flash of fear crossing his eyes as he waved his hands repeatedly: "I heard your main battlefield over there is insanely dangerous—nine out of ten cultivators who go in don’t come back out. How would I dare go to the front line?"

He looked at Li Yunjing with a bitter expression. "Compared to behemoth sects like yours, my Feiyun Sect is just a small sect, we’re not fit to get involved!"

"Well, about that..."

Li Yunjing deliberately dragged out his words, but Xing’Er had already bounced over with a grin, star bells in her hair jingling: "Brother Wen, Brother Li is teasing you!"

She blinked and deliberately lowered her voice. "But you know, if you’ve gone all the way to the Southern Heaven Continent and don’t go to the front line to watch a few battles between those giant sects, wouldn’t that trip be wasted?"

"Exactly! Exactly!"

Yue’Er had been quietly sitting to the side sorting ledgers; at those words she lifted her head, gaze falling on Wen Bin: "Brother Wen, you’re a proud talent of the East Sea—don’t you want to test yourself against the geniuses of the Southern Heaven Continent?"

Her voice was gentle, yet it made Wen Bin’s pupils contract.

Wen Bin secretly grumbled in his heart: "These two little girls are getting more and more ruthless! On that main battlefield, even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators fall. If I go looking for trouble there, isn’t that just asking to die early?"

"What are you doing this for?"

The atmosphere suddenly grew subtle. Seeing Wen Bin’s furrowed brow, Li Yunjing suddenly burst out laughing and pulled Xing’Er into his arms: "The journey is long—why not have Yue’Er play a tune to relieve the boredom?"

He turned his head and signaled to Yue’Er. She nodded and rose, her jade-like hands lightly sweeping the air as a guqin glowing with soft light materialized out of nowhere.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The moment the clear notes rang out, violent tremors suddenly came from outside the cabin.

Jin Shouyun rushed in: "Vice Sect Leader! A large number of spatial rifts have appeared in the sea region ahead, and..."

His expression was grave. "The Celestial Net Dao Sect’s patrol fleet!"

"How is that possible?"

Li Yunjing sprang to his feet, shock on his face: "Wen Bin, what’s going on with your Feiyun Sect? Has the Celestial Net Dao Sect already fought their way to your doorstep?"

"Impossible!"

Wen Bin was also startled, hastily standing up and peering outside through the array.

Thunder Light burst out around Li Yunjing as he swept to the bow in an instant.

Through the array, he saw that over the sea, more than ten black-and-white warships were tearing through the clouds, speeding closer. The Tai Chi Diagram at the bows glowed with Yin Yang Qi—it was clearly the emblem of the Celestial Net Dao Sect.

On the lead flagship, thirty-six Tai Chi Flags snapped in the wind, faintly emanating the Dao of Yin Yang Transformation.

"Prepare for battle!"

At Li Yunjing’s command, countless Star Runes lit up across the Celestial Patrol Ship’s hull. At the bow, the three Thunderfire great cannons slowly rotated, their muzzles condensing purple orbs of light the size of bowls.

"How could these guys show up here?"

Wen Bin gripped the longsword at his waist, cold sweat beading at his temples: "Our defensive line shouldn’t be breached this easily!"

This kind of scene almost made Wen Bin completely lose his composure.

If there really was a problem, wouldn’t the Celestial Net Dao Sect be able to march straight up to their gates?

If they sent four or five Nascent Soul Realm experts, wouldn’t the Feiyun Sect be wiped out?

Compared to Li Yunjing and the others, Wen Bin was the most nervous, nearly unable to control himself!

Xing’Er and Yue’Er exchanged a look, then ordered the others to hide inside the cabin so as not to cause extra trouble for Li Yunjing.

These people were unfamiliar with the Celestial Patrol Ship and simply couldn’t control the warship to engage the enemy.

Right now, the only ones truly staying to prepare for battle were Li Yunjing and Wen Bin, the two Golden Core Realm experts.

"Boom!"

The Thunderfire great cannons struck first; the purple orb tore through the Void and exploded into a blinding burst of thunder light on the Celestial Net Dao Sect flagship, a crack more than ten feet wide appearing on the hull at once.

That single shot made spiderweb cracks burst across the flagship’s deck, dozens of cultivators flung away by the shockwave, turning into falling stars that plunged into the deep sea.

"Damn it!"

"Someone’s ambushing us!"

"Kill them!"

"Where have we ended up?"

"Did the spatial transmission fail or succeed?"

...

Before these Celestial Net Dao Sect people could react, they were already under attack by the Celestial Patrol Ship. They burst into curses, hurriedly controlling their warships, ready to launch a counterattack.

The Celestial Patrol Ship fired several more rounds, bombarding the enemy warships, which took damage one after another.