Chapter 1547: Spouting Nonsense
Clang!
With a crisp sound, Lu Ling extended two fingers and caught the Soul Cleaving Blade as it hurtled toward his face.
Song Wen, trapped within the formation, found his divine sense completely blocked. Without Song Wen’s control, the Soul Cleaving Blade’s power waned, its trajectory fixed and posing no threat to Lu Ling.
Lu Ling flicked his wrist, tossing the blade to the ground like scrap metal. The blade plunged several miles into the earth before lodging itself in subterranean rock and coming to a halt.
Lu Ling watched with a cold, mocking smile as Song Wen, trapped within the Entrapment Formation, desperately channeled his energy to attack with the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword.
“Your little blade may be impressive, but it’s useless here,” Lu Ling sneered. “This formation is called the Blood Hell Rakshasa Formation, the undisputed top-level seventh-tier formation of the Divine Blood Gate. No Body Integration Stage cultivator could ever break through it.”
“If you know what’s good for you, surrender now. I might show you some mercy and grant you a swift death. Heh heh heh…”
Lu Ling’s sinister laughter echoed through the air, brimming with self-satisfaction.
And indeed, his words rang true.
When the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword struck the Entrapment Formation’s barrier with unstoppable force, fragments of chains nearby immediately converged, locking the sword in place.
The crimson light on the barrier of the Entrapment Formation flickered violently several times before stabilizing.
The Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword, having exhausted its power, flew back to Song Wen.
Song Wen’s brow furrowed deeply, his face as dark as water.
He had always been meticulous in his plans, yet he had still fallen into Lu Ling’s trap.
“Shadow Void, are you confident you can eliminate him?” Song Wen asked within his sea of consciousness.
“Reporting, Master, this may prove difficult. The formation severely interferes with divine sense, preventing me from probing beyond its boundaries.”
Song Wen’s expression darkened further.
Just then, Gu Que’s voice suddenly rang out.
“I remember now.”
Hearing this, Song Wen assumed Gu Que had found a way to break the formation and urgently asked, “What do you remember?”
“This chain is called the Crimson Nether Blood-Drinking Chain. I forged it myself long ago. I originally intended to create something comparable to a Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure, but ultimately only managed to craft a high-grade spirit treasure with considerable power. Its most remarkable feature is its ability to divide into fragments and still be controlled freely, even when shattered into pieces,” Gu Que explained.
Song Wen, uninterested in the chain’s origins, cut to the chase. “Since you forged it, do you know how to break the formation?”
Gu Que shook his head slightly.
“Though I forged these chains, their power falls far short of my expectations. After completing them, I casually gifted them away. Back then, these fragments lacked the ability to form formations. It must have been Lu Ling who inscribed the formation patterns onto them, using the fragments as a foundation to construct the formation. This suggests he possesses profound mastery of formations. No wonder he’s hailed as the Divine Blood Gate’s foremost Body Integration Stage cultivator. The mere feat of instantly deploying the Blood Hell Rakshasa Formation is enough to make him the envy of nearly all Body Integration Stage cultivators.”
“Shut up,” Song Wen snapped, growing increasingly irritated.
He suddenly realized there might be a reason for Gu Que’s failure during his Tribulation Crossing.
Gu Que, a Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivator, should have focused on enhancing his strength to safely weather the thunder tribulation. Instead, he wasted his efforts crafting a mystic treasure comparable to a Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure—a classic case of neglecting the essential for the trivial.
Having descended from the immortal realm on a mission, Gu Que surely possessed suitable spirit treasures. His pursuit of crafting his own was purely driven by personal whim.
But such a time-consuming, resource-intensive, and ultimately frivolous indulgence was nothing short of reckless arrogance.
Just then, Lu Ling’s voice echoed from outside the formation once more.
“Have you considered my offer, Your Excellency? Will you submit and surrender?” Lu Ling’s voice carried an arrogant confidence, as if victory were already assured.
Despite his words, Lu Ling never intended to give Song Wen a chance to surrender.
His hands continued to weave seals without pause, and the Entrapment Formation was undergoing a transformation.
The dome of the formation barrier suddenly blazed with crimson light, resembling a monstrous blood-red eye opening in the sky.
A blood-colored spear, several dozen feet long, slowly emerged from the crimson eye and shot toward Song Wen with terrifying speed.
This time, Rong Shao acted first.
As if he had been preparing for this moment, his natal flying sword, its icy light piercing the air, soared upward.
Clang!
The flying sword let out a mournful cry and was sent hurtling back down.
The blood-colored spear, its crimson glow only dimming slightly, continued its descent.
Instead of summoning the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword again, Song Wen summoned the Blood Sea Seal, condensing a thick blood wall above his head.
He had already used the Blood Spirit Sacrifice multiple times today to forcibly replenish his spiritual power and activate the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword. This reminded him of his earlier encounter with the Wu Clan at Wushang Lake, where four consecutive uses of the Blood Spirit Sacrifice to power the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword had pushed his physical body to its limits, threatening to collapse.
Although his cultivation had advanced by two minor realms since then, significantly strengthening both his spiritual power and physical body, caution remained paramount.
The spear struck the Blood Wall with a dull, thunderous boom, like a war drum.
The Blood Wall shattered instantly.
The spear plunged into the wall, only to become mired as if in quicksand.
The crimson light on the spear dimmed rapidly, vanishing completely within moments.
The spear disintegrated, dissolving into wisps of blood fiend energy.
This scene filled Lu Ling’s eyes with profound shock and suspicion.
“Blood Sea Seal! You not only possess Haotian Divine Thunder, but also the Blood Sea Seal! Both are secret arts of the Divine Blood Gate, taught only to core disciples. Who exactly are you?”
Song Wen’s expression flickered briefly before settling into a warm, friendly smile.
“Lu Ling… Senior Brother, to be honest, I am also a disciple of the Divine Blood Gate. We’ve simply never met before, hence this misunderstanding. Why not dispel the formation so we can discuss this properly?”
Lu Ling’s face twisted into a sinister sneer.
“Lies! How could there be a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate whom this venerable one doesn’t recognize?”
“I am an undercover agent, acting under Sect Leader Feng Xugeng’s secret orders! This mission concerns the sect’s grand strategy, so my identity must remain hidden. That’s why Senior Brother doesn’t recognize me. If you insist on killing me and ruin the Sect Leader’s plans, can you bear the consequences?” Song Wen’s tone suddenly turned grave, his demeanor earnest and serious.
Lu Ling’s icy gaze, like a viper’s, locked onto Song Wen, as if trying to pierce his flesh and peer directly into his divine soul.
“I’ve cultivated within this sect for millennia and have never heard of any ‘hidden agents.’ If you’re going to impersonate someone, at least fabricate a more credible identity.”
“Senior Brother’s ignorance doesn’t negate its existence,” Song Wen replied calmly. “This concerns the sect leader’s grand scheme—a matter not meant for everyone’s ears. My identity is classified as top secret. Had Senior Brother not cornered me with this Blood Hell Rakshasa Formation, I would never have revealed it.”
Lu Ling pondered for a moment, his tone softening slightly. “Then do you possess any proof of your identity?”
“I cultivate the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art, specialize in thunder magic, and wield the Nine Great Heavenly Thunder Secret Techniques, as well as the Blood Sea Seal. Aren’t these sufficient proof?” Song Wen countered.
“Who’s to say you didn’t steal those techniques by killing and robbing disciples of the Divine Blood Gate?” Lu Ling retorted.
“Then how can I earn your trust, Senior Brother?” Song Wen asked.
“Since you lack any tangible proof, you must swear a heavenly dao oath,” Lu Ling declared.
(End of the Chapter)