Chapter 354: Cultivator in the Rift

by a late-stage Ghost King. The Ghost King who had massacred the Blood Lion Tribe back then... 。Later, Dongfang passed through Wushang City and once again fled to the bottom of Wushang Lake. He used...Although sheltered by the Flying Cavalry tribe, a considerable number of cultivators from the Moon Viewing Realm infiltrated around Xuan Ye City, centering on the large camps near Moon Viewing City. They frequently launched attacks on spirit mines that had fallen into the hands of alien cultivators and areas rich in spiritual herbs. While the Flying Cavalry tribe provided some protection, they couldn't cover every area. The outskirts of Xuan Ye City were characterized by rugged mountains, towering trees, and areas shrouded in miasma, places where even spirit birds were reluctant to venture.

There was also some mist swirling around, with a mixture of scents making it difficult to discern the traces of the small team of cultivators. It would be unrealistic to have these flying cavalry tribes land and search on the ground. Once they landed, they would lose their aerial advantage and become like tigers without teeth, having no intimidation against the cultivators from the Moon Viewing Realm. In ground combat, the cultivators from the Moon Viewing Realm would have more experience.

"How come there are so many Flying Cavalry Clan cultivators, over thirty of them! My goodness, they usually only operate in small squads individually. Unless they encounter quite a few people from our Moonlit Realm, they wouldn't deploy two or even three squads together. What are they doing Could they have found us"

At this time, no one noticed that under the bushes of abundant herbs on the ground, there were several cracks of varying widths. Threads of earthy spiritual energy kept emerging from the cracks, and the aura of surrounding low-grade spirit herbs concealed the cultivator's own aura inside. As long as the person inside did not take the initiative to expose themselves, even an ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator walking nearby would not notice anything unusual. In the vast world of cultivation, all sorts of strange terrains were not uncommon. The surface cracks before them were just one among thousands.

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Among them, a young male monk looked up at the countless flying cavalrymen in the sky and couldn't help but shiver.

"Had we discovered this sooner, there would have been several waves of riders already. " An elder with white eyebrows from the Qingdan Palace beside him spoke cautiously and seriously, "Everyone be careful, try not to make any noise. If we alarm these riders and attract other cultivators from beyond the realm, we'll be doomed."

“No, Senior Sister, look, these Flying Cavalry tribe people seem to be chasing that silver-haired youth.” A small voice suddenly reminded from the fissure.

“They are so fast!” There were quite a few people in the crevices, but they were all very careful, afraid of disturbing the cultivators above.

"No, that silver-haired youth has gone mad! He actually charged into the flying cavalry tribe's cultivators. What kind of mount is that Its aura is so powerful!"

“It must be a cultivator from the Moon Watching Realm. I don’t know which sect he belongs to, but to be able to subdue such a silver flying corpse, his skill must be extraordinary. However, since he was discovered by these cavalry tribesmen, he must have been fighting for his life and couldn't have survived. It's a pity.” The white-bearded elder who spoke before sighed involuntarily.

"Senior Sister Zhu, why does that silver-haired youth look a bit like Senior Brother Lu" a green-robed female cultivator pulled Zhu Ling next to her.

"Senior Lu I also feel like it, but I can't be completely sure." Zhu Ling originally had some suspicion in her eyes, but most of the time she remembered Lu Xiaotian was calm and composed. The only time they had interacted was during their experience in the Blood Forbidden Land.

But at this time, the silver-haired young man, although he looked just as indifferent, was surprisingly rare for facing dozens of flying riders charging with overwhelming battle intent alone. Since Lu Xiaotian had built his foundation, he rarely stayed in Lingxiao Palace. The only time he spent on Qingyue Peak was either refining pills or closed door cultivation. Even Su Qing, Wu Yan, and a few other disciples who were closest to Lu Xiaotian found it difficult to see him, let alone her and Leng Qiao Yu. They only occasionally heard some rumors about Lu Xiaotian. Coupled with his silver hair, Zhu Ling couldn't recognize him completely for a moment.

"Well now, is the other party one of your own kin" the white-browed elder asked in a deep voice.

"It's a bit similar, but I can't be completely sure yet." Zhu Ling said honestly.

“Being directly exposed to the attack of dozens of cavalry warriors, this situation, let alone our current strength being far from enough, even if it was, it would be too late to go out and save him now.” The white-browed old man shook his head. “Whether those outside are disciples of your Lingxiao Palace or cultivators from my Qingdanzong, we cannot jeopardize the overall situation for one person. Otherwise, once our whereabouts are exposed, no one will be able to leave alive.”

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"That's it, we can't put all of us in danger for just one person."

Beside him, a young monk suddenly appeared to be Meng Yu from Xuan Bing Gate. Seeing the white-haired youth in front of him, his figure coincided with Lu Xiaotian who had made trouble for him in the blood-colored forbidden area cave back then, his eyes couldn't help but become venomous. After his betrayal was spread, Meng Yu's status within Xuan Bing Gate was also affected. After all, Lingxiao Palace and Xuan Bing Gate had a good relationship. When this happened, even if someone behind Meng Yu still protected him, under pressure, he had to be cold-treated for several years. Naturally, Meng Yu attributed this grudge to Lu Xiaotian. Even though the silver-haired youth in front of him only resembled Lu Xiaotian in appearance, Meng Yu inexplicably felt a sense of disgust.

Hearing Meng Yu's voice, Zhu Ling, Leng Qiao Yu, and the five cultivators from Lingxiao Palace all gave him cold looks. They were too lazy to even acknowledge him.

Meng Yu's face looked a bit grim, but his luck wasn't good. The cultivator squad he was in was attacked by cultivators from another realm, suffering heavy losses. Now, there were only him and two other severely injured fellow disciples left. In comparison, Zhu Ling's squad was faring much better, with seven members remaining, only one with minor injuries, and overall retaining a stronger combat capability. The cultivator squads from Qingdan Palace, Xuanbing Sect, and Lingxiao Palace had all suffered varying degrees of losses. By chance, and out of self-preservation needs, these damaged squads temporarily joined forces and sought shelter in a rift discovered during the chaos, evading the pursuit and attacks of the cultivators from another realm.

At this moment, neither Lu Xia Tian nor the dozens of flying mounts in the air noticed that there were still eyes watching the battle in the sky below. Their attention was entirely focused on their opponents, leaving no time to notice anything else. Moreover, the cover provided by the cracks and the deliberate caution of the cultivators within them made it difficult for even Lu Xia Tian's powerful divine sense to detect them.

"Such powerful fighting spirit." U Hong, who was in charge of leading the tribal warriors to intercept in the sky, couldn't help but feel a little shocked, while also showing a hint of respect on his face.cted a woman in a plain white dress, her robes fluttering, her steps light as clouds, her face serene and otherworldly, with peerless elegance and captivating beauty. She seemed about to step out of t...