Chapter 1201: Peak of the Cloud Sea – Has He Arrived?

Feng Hai's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and he immediately followed. Behind him, the other six Elders of the Wuji Sect also felt doubts in their hearts and followed suit.

As they moved, the Wuji Sect disciples behind them also advanced. Hundreds of people transformed into streaks of whistling long rainbows, immediately attracting the attention of all the Cultivators on the platform!

All sorts of conjectures immediately spread, and some impatient individuals simply flew out, heading straight for the north. With someone taking the lead, even more Cultivators flew to follow.

Suddenly, this sub-sect grand competition became chaotic. The two Cultivators from the Fourth Stage Star Domain who were fighting on the platform, originally locked in a life-and-death struggle, now looked at each other with bitter smiles, gazing towards the north.

Further away, the more than ten streaks of long rainbows speeding over also quickly approached. A red-haired old man was at the very front, exuding nirvana shattering cultivation. Behind him followed more than ten old men, none of whom had weak cultivation.

Upon approaching, the red-haired old man immediately saw the chaos among the tens of thousands of Cultivators around the platform. He frowned and shouted in a low voice, "No flying!"

As these two words exited his mouth, they suddenly transformed into a thunderous roar that echoed like a surging tide. Some Cultivators who had just taken flight immediately trembled and fell back to the ground.

The sound spread, shaking heaven and earth, and formed waves of sound that pushed wildly in all directions, immediately suppressing the chaos there and making the surroundings instantly quiet.

Frowning, the red-haired old man immediately spotted Li Qianmei's figure. His body flickered, and he quickly rushed over with the more than ten old men behind him.

Li Qianmei galloped all the way, disregarding the commotion she caused among the Wuji Sect and the many surrounding Cultivators, heading straight for the location of the Guiyuan Sect in the north. Almost instantly, she arrived, landing on the ground, her eyes sweeping forward.

Lü Yingjie's eyes showed even greater delight. Earlier, he had only seen Li Qianmei appear, but the distance was too great, and he didn't dare to spread his Divine Sense, so he hadn't heard Li Qianmei mention the words Guiyuan Sect. Now, he took a deep breath, cupped his fists, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. The moment Li Qianmei approached, he said loudly, "Miss Li, after a hundred years apart, do you still remember me?"

Zhao Long, from the Seventh Stage Xunluan Sect, who was beside him, also showed a respectful expression, cupped his fists in greeting, and said with a smile, "So Fellow Daoist Li knows Yingjie. I am Zhao Long of the Seventh Stage Xunluan Sect. It's a pleasure to meet Fellow Daoist Li."

As their words came out, the surrounding people were instantly astonished. Clearly, everyone had not expected that the reason for the heavenly pride Li Qianmei's rapid arrival was none other than Lü Yingjie!

"It is rumored that this Lü Yingjie is naturally flirtatious. I never expected that even Li Qianmei of the Potian Sect knows him, and even came to the Wuji Sect for his sake."

"If this is true, then in this Main Sect grand competition, the Xianyin Sect has already made a name for itself before even competing. Unbelievable, unbelievable!"

"It's just unclear what exactly Lü Yingjie did to win Li Qianmei's favor. It's puzzling."

Even those from the Wuji Sect who arrived with Li Qianmei looked towards Lü Yingjie. Only Feng Hai and the others frowned; they had personally heard Li Qianmei ask about the Guiyuan Sect, but Lü Yingjie's appearance now made their confusion even deeper.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Lü Yingjie's smile grew wider. He directly stepped forward a few paces, intending to reminisce with Li Qianmei, who had just landed.

The moment Li Qianmei heard Lü Yingjie say "me," her eyes paused on him, and her delicate brows furrowed. As Lü Yingjie approached, she coldly swept her gaze over him.

She had been fighting the beast tide at the edge of the rift for a hundred years, and now, having left the battlefield, she had traveled without rest. Naturally, she still carried a killing aura. With one glance, it immediately sent a chill through Lü Yingjie's heart, causing him to stop. The smile on his face instantly stiffened, but he quickly recovered, cupped his fists, and said with a smile, "After a hundred years apart, Miss Li is still as heroic and spirited…"

However, before Lü Yingjie could finish speaking, Li Qianmei walked past him directly without any pause, causing Lü Yingjie's body to stiffen there, his words swallowed back.

Not only him, but even Zhao Long beside him, who had a smile on his face, now found that smile involuntarily frozen.

This sudden scene instantly made the surrounding Cultivators turn their heads, showing a reversed contrast compared to their earlier surprise. There was even a hint of mockery in the eyes of the surrounding Cultivators.

Li Qianmei didn't even glance at Lü Yingjie. After walking past him, she went straight to where the Guiyuan Sect members were. Upon approaching, her gaze swept over them and landed on Lü Yanfei.

Lü Yanfei wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, as if wiping away the bitterness from her body, and looked at Li Qianmei.

Li Qianmei remained silent, biting her lower lip. After a long while, she softly asked, "Has he… arrived?"

As soon as these words were uttered, they clearly reached the ears of the surrounding Cultivators, immediately causing a clamor. Clearly, everyone was speculating about who 'he' was!

Even the people of the Wuji Sect were the same. Feng Hai's eyes flickered, and the doubts in his heart gradually found an answer. At this moment, the red-haired old man, leading more than ten Wuji Sect Cultivators, approached. Seeing this scene, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He exchanged glances with Feng Hai, and both had their own thoughts.

Lü Yingjie also heard this sentence. With his composure, his expression changed at this moment. Anyone who had experienced what he had just gone through would find it difficult to remain calm now. His expression was extremely unsightly, but faintly, there was a sense of foreboding.

Zhao Long, beside him, instantly changed his expression. Unlike Lü Yingjie, his gaze was like lightning, directly looking at Lu Yuncong. Lu Yuncong, sensing this, showed a cold smile on his face, along with a hint of undisguised mockery.

Zhao Long's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He vaguely felt that the mysterious person surnamed Lü, mentioned by Lu Yuncong earlier, seemed… not as simple as he had thought!

Lü Yanfei remained silent. After a long while, she shook her head. Although she had never met Li Qianmei, she understood who 'he' was in the other party's words.

"He didn't come…?" Li Qianmei sighed softly, raising her head to look at the sky, her expression revealing a hint of melancholy. Her blue hair was gently blown by the wind, seeming to contain a sense of desolation at this moment.

"Within the past hundred years, there has been no news of him," Lü Yanfei said softly. After speaking, she glanced at Li Qianmei, hesitated for a moment, but still did not continue to speak.

Li Qianmei bit her lower lip, shook her head, and softly said, "Then forget it." As she spoke, a cold glint suddenly flashed in her eyes. Looking at Lü Yanfei, her voice was gentle as she slowly said, "You're injured? The injury is clearly recent. Who did it?"

Lü Yanfei's expression was calm and indifferent. She said, "Earlier, this Fellow Daoist Lü Yingjie said that after the Guiyuan Sect disbanded, he wanted me to become his Cauldron, and even threatened to fight my Junior Martial Uncle. That Senior Zhao from the Seventh Stage Xunluan Sect next to him found my voice grating and felt I wasn't qualified to speak with him, so he inflicted a slight punishment."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yingjie's expression immediately changed drastically. He stared at Lü Yanfei and shouted, "Nonsense!" In fact, what he said was correct, as he had not explicitly stated that he wanted to use Lü Yanfei as a Cauldron, but he truly had that intention in his heart.

Zhao Long, beside him, also changed his expression, and a cold light immediately appeared in his eyes.

Li Qianmei's expression became serene. She turned to look at Zhao Long and Lü Yingjie. Lü Yingjie was about to explain, while Zhao Long rapidly retreated, forming hand seals, and Divine Abilities surrounded him.

But the moment Zhao Long retreated, Li Qianmei's body suddenly moved. Her speed was so fast that a blur appeared. Her speed was thunderous, and in an instant, she directly swept past everyone. With her Late Stage nirvana shattering cultivation, she appeared behind Zhao Long, raised her jade hand, and gently waved it forward.

A monstrous Evil Qi suddenly appeared. This Evil Qi was astonishing, containing roars like thunder from beasts, and faintly exuding an extremely demonic aura. It transformed into a mist that directly enveloped Zhao Long.

A scream suddenly erupted. Zhao Long spat out fresh blood, his body was immediately thrown back, his left arm instantly disintegrated into flesh and blood, while his right hand and both legs simultaneously exploded, followed by his Physical Body, which collapsed in an instant!

A bloody scent spread. Zhao Long's Primordial Spirit, filled with panic and fear, escaped and sped towards the distance.

Li Qianmei calmly looked at Feng Hai of the Wuji Sect and the red-haired old man, and said softly, "If you two mind, I will give the Wuji Sect an explanation for this matter." After speaking, she looked at Lü Yingjie and said calmly, "Since you want to fight him, I will spare your life for now. If he doesn't come, I will take your life and that of the person surnamed Zhao!"

A fierce strike and simple words, but they created a strong impact, causing the Cultivators who witnessed this scene to gasp in shock, their eyes wide with astonishment.

The people of the Wuji Sect were also the same. Feng Hai remained silent, exchanged glances with the crimson-haired old man beside him, coughed a few times, and said, "Fellow Daoist Li, may I ask who 'he' is that you speak of? The Junior Martial Uncle of Lü Yanfei from the Guiyuan Sect?"

Li Qianmei nodded, sighing softly as she gazed at the sky, lost in thought.

"Junior Martial Uncle said a hundred years ago that he… would come!" Lü Yanfei no longer hesitated and spoke softly.

At this very moment, 'he', who was already being watched and speculated about by the Wuji Sect and many Cultivators, was within the Wind Immortal Realm, leading nearly five thousand crimson Mosquito Beasts and hundreds of Blue Mosquito Beasts, like a red cloud covering the sky, whistling past the outer edge.

Within the vast Wind Immortal Realm, the wind wailed. But this wind sound, under the buzzing of the Mosquito Beasts, was faint and almost inaudible. Especially within that swarm of Mosquito Beasts, a pale golden Mosquito King let out a deafening roar! Each roar caused all the surrounding Mosquito Beasts to show awe, and they quickly moved forward, circling around it.

On the back of that Mosquito King, Wang Lin, dressed in white with white hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes shining brightly, stared at the interior of the Wind Immortal Realm, which gradually grew brighter. In recent days, his injuries had somewhat recovered, but compared to his injuries, acquiring a large number of Mosquito Beasts had greatly increased his strength!

"I need to enter the interior of the Wind Realm once! To obtain enough Mosquito Beasts to fulfill my promise to the Guiyuan Sect." The pale golden Mosquito King beneath Wang Lin let out a sharp cry. With a rumble, this red cloud formed by thousands of Mosquito Beasts immediately changed direction, heading straight for the Wind Immortal Realm, towards the place where Mosquito Beasts gather in large numbers, whistling away!

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