Chapter 130: The Might of the Battle Array, the Xian Tian Jing Grand Master Appears

Boom!

The clash of blades sent shockwaves through the air.

Wei Da Zong Guan, who had only recently reached the peak of Nei Fu Jing, felt a violent force surge up through his spear, rattling his entire body. But thanks to the Yin Yue Zhan Zhen, his spirit energy was instantly connected to the other Yin Yue Wei. The impact dissipated instantly, dispersed across the formation, shared among the warriors. That was why he managed to hold onto his weapon without injury.

Still, despite being unharmed, Wei Da Zong Guan’s heart raced with shock.

No wonder the Nei Fu Jing Wan Man were feared—this strength was truly terrifying. Even with the array’s support, he had nearly lost control.

“Damn it,” growled the massive man, staggering back two steps.

Seeing Wei Da Zong Guan withstand his full-force strike without a scratch, he realized he couldn’t break the Yin Yue Zhan Zhen alone. Though furious, he barked orders to his men: “All of you, scatter! Attack the formation from all sides!”

His subordinates fanned out immediately, surrounding the entire Yin Yue Zhan Zhen and launching coordinated assaults.

Meanwhile, the massive man charged straight at Wei Da Zong Guan once more.

The two forces clashed again.

The Tian Cang Sect outnumbered the Yin Yue Wei significantly, and their overall strength was superior. By all logic, the Yin Yue Wei should have collapsed quickly.

But no one expected what happened next.

Wei Family’s Yin Yue Zhan Zhen was far too refined.

Once activated, it flowed seamlessly—dozens of warriors moving as one, their spirit energies perfectly linked. Every member drew strength from the formation itself. After a few moments, the tide turned. It was now the Tian Cang Sect that was pushed back, retreating under relentless pressure.

“Is this really the power of the Wei Family’s Yin Yue Zhan Zhen?”

On a rooftop corner, a figure stood silently, watching the battle below. His Dan Feng Yan eyes widened with astonishment.

“They say the Yin Yue Wei are trained from childhood—eating, sleeping, and cultivating the same combat technique together, drilling day after day. Only through years of shared hardship can they achieve such unity, perfecting this battle array.”

“Some doubted its true strength. But now, seeing it in action… it’s clear—this is a first-rate defensive formation, a true treasure for protecting a family.”

“Any clan with such a formation would remain prosperous for a century.”

The massive man, too, was stunned—angry and frustrated.

He had prepared for the Wei Family’s formation, but he never imagined it could be this precise.

Even with him leading the charge, hundreds of warriors, they still couldn’t break through.

“Damn it! If Lao Er and Old Three were still alive, with their help, even this array would’ve been shattered!”

At that moment, the massive man’s hatred burned even hotter—toward the hidden force behind this attack.

Lao Er and Old Three were both Nei Fu Jing masters, powerful warriors whose presence alone could tip the balance.

Had they been here, leading two forces from two sides, attacking simultaneously, no matter how strong the array, it would have collapsed under the pressure.

But now, they were always just a little short—never quite enough force to break through.

“We need a new plan!”

His heart pounded with urgency.

The longer the battle went on, the more fluid and resilient the Yin Yue Zhan Zhen became—like a ball of unbreakable leather, endlessly elastic, defending and striking in perfect harmony.

Unnoticed at first, casualties began to mount among his side.

But on the other side, not a single Yin Yue Wei had fallen.

If this continued, defeat would be inevitable.

With grim determination, the massive man swung his war blade with greater ferocity.

Boom!

Wei Da Zong Guan absorbed the impact once again, smoothly redirecting the force through the array, avoiding injury.

After so many exchanges, he had grown increasingly skilled at commanding the formation.

Seeing the enemy begin to falter, his spirits lifted. Hope stirred.

If they could break through this force, they could rush to aid the Home Master and kill the red-faced elder.

Then, the crisis facing the Wei Family would be lifted—by a great deal.

The other Yin Yue Wei felt the same.

Energized, the battle array intensified, its attacks sharper, more relentless.

“Is the Wei Family actually going to win?”

The Dan Feng Yan official on the rooftop, the young man with piercing eyes, finally grasped the shift in momentum. His expression was filled with disbelief.

“But… he won’t allow that, will he?”

The thought had barely formed when a cold chill shot through his heart.

A wave of uncontrollable tremors swept over his body.

His eyes widened in terror, fixed on the highest point of the opposite roof.

There, in the blink of an eye, another figure had appeared.

A presence so terrifying it made the air itself tremble.

Even the Dan Feng Yan man—Nei Fu Jing Wan Man, on the verge of completion—felt his body shake uncontrollably.

Xian Tian Jing!

Instantly, he knew.

Only a Xian Tian Jing cultivator could radiate such overwhelming power.

The appearance of the figure drew the attention of every warrior below.

Involuntarily, all froze—weapons lowered, breaths held.

No one could ignore such a presence.

Even Wei Xinghe and the red-faced elder, locked in battle, abruptly broke apart and leapt to opposite sides, eyes wide with shock, staring upward.

“Master!”

The massive man’s pupils contracted.

“Second Elder!”

His subordinates echoed the cry in terror.

Wei Xinghe’s mind raced.

This is the one behind the attack… the mastermind behind our suffering.

Wang Cangyi, standing atop the roof, stared down coldly.

He hadn’t expected so many failures.

His face darkened.

His subordinates had not only failed to subdue the Wei Family—but were now on the verge of defeat.

A man of such pride could not tolerate this.

The massive man trembled, then dropped to one knee.

“I have failed, Master. I beg your punishment.”

The other Tian Cang Sect disciples followed suit, falling to their knees.

“Hmph.”

Wang Cangyi sneered, but said nothing.

Punishment would come—but not now.

His eyes swept over the trembling disciples, then locked onto the Wei Family members.

Finally, his gaze settled on Wei Xinghe.

“You are the current head of the Wei Family?”

Wei Xinghe felt an immense weight press down on his shoulders, as if a mountain had been placed upon him. His breath choked in his chest.

Fear surged from within, threatening to force him to his knees.

No!

Wei Xinghe realized—this was the effect of Xian Tian Jing’s aura. A psychological illusion.

He clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms. The sharp pain snapped him back to reality. His eyes cleared.

“Yes,” he said, bowing low. “I am Wei Xinghe, current head of the Wei Family. I salute the Xian Tian Jing Grand Master.”

“Steady willpower. A rare quality. You have potential. With time, you might even forge your own Spirit Soul Power and step into the Xian Tian Jing realm.”

Wang Cangyi’s expression remained unchanged—then, with a rare tone of approval.

“Thank you, Master,” Wei Xinghe whispered, heart pounding.

The calmness of the man’s voice only deepened his dread.

“Wei Xinghe,” Wang Cangyi continued, “I give you two choices. First, hand over the object, and I’ll spare your family. Second, I’ll take it myself—and destroy the Wei Family utterly. Choose.”

Wei Xinghe’s blood ran cold.

He stammered, “Master, the Sacred Edict forbids Xian Tian Jing from attacking those below the Xian Tian level. Are you truly willing to defy the Holy Command?”

“Dare to speak back?” Wang Cangyi’s face darkened.

A surge of aura exploded from him—like a storm tearing through the sky. The very air became suffocating.

The ground trembled beneath the feet of every warrior.

Those with weak wills collapsed instantly, trembling in terror.

Wei Xinghe, already under the heaviest pressure, felt the weight double—like the heavens themselves were crushing down. The thick stone slab beneath him cracked under his feet.

Illusion. All illusion!

Wei Xinghe repeated in his mind, refusing to yield.

He had felt the aura of a Xian Tian Jing before—when he stood before the Ancestor.

He knew this power couldn’t kill directly.

Only a mind of iron could resist it.

Through sheer will, he held his ground—shaking, but upright.

“Hmm?”

Wang Cangyi narrowed his eyes, surprise flickering.

At first, Wei Xinghe’s resilience could be explained by strong will.

But now, under Wang Cangyi’s full, overwhelming presence, he still stood.

That meant his spirit was far stronger than any ordinary Nei Fu Jing Wan Man.

Willpower was tied to the soul.

If Wang Cangyi had been bluffing before—offering a dream of Xian Tian Jing in exchange for surrender—then now, he truly believed Wei Xinghe might one day achieve it.

Especially after this trial.

This man must not live.

The thought crystallized.

Wang Cangyi’s gaze turned icy.

He raised his hand.

A white blade of energy formed in midair—swift, deadly, slicing toward Wei Xinghe!

“What—?”

Wei Xinghe’s heart stopped.

A Xian Tian Jing—actually attacking a Hou Tian cultivator? With a sneak strike?

He wanted to dodge.

But the sword was too fast.

Wang Cangyi’s aura still pinned him down—only three or four of his ten powers could be used.

He could do nothing but watch.

The blade closed in.

My life ends here…

Wei Xinghe closed his eyes, resigning himself.

In that final moment, two faces flashed before his mind.

The Lady of the Wei Family… An Er… I may never be able to find you…

He waited for death.

But then—

A red light erupted from nowhere, arriving just in time to block the white sword.

Boom!

The clash of white and red sent out a massive explosion.

The shockwave sent Wei Xinghe flying backward. The nearby warriors were thrown off their feet, rolling like logs.

“Wang Cangyi! You still haven’t changed—attacking a young Hou Tian cultivator with a sneak strike? You shame the name of Xian Tian Jing!”

The explosion cleared.

A voice—old, sharp, yet full of laughter—rang out from above.

“Ancestor!”

Wei Xinghe, coughing blood, barely managed to lift his head.

There, on the opposite roof, stood a familiar figure.

The fierce, imposing elder, sword slung across his back.

Another Xian Tian Jing!

The warriors below felt the aura of the newcomer—raw, ancient, and terrifying.

This was another Grand Master of the Xian Tian Jing.

And from Wei Xinghe’s call, they knew—this was the Wei Family’s Ancestor.

“Damn it! Another Xian Tian Jing?”

The Dan Feng Yan official, crouched in the shadows, trembled.

Why did I have to get curious? If I’d just left earlier… nothing would’ve happened!

He was trapped—between two titans of the Xian Tian Jing.

He dared not move.

He could only pray that his status as county magistrate would spare him.

“Wei Shanhai… You’re still alive?”

Wang Cangyi’s expression remained calm.

“Pah! I’ve got a long life, you treacherous scoundrel. You die before I do!”

Wei Shanhai spat in disdain.

“Hmph. Even if you’re alive, you still carry my blade energy in your heart. You haven’t fully purged it. With your spirit drained, how much strength can you really use?”

Wang Cangyi smiled.

“Enough to kill you, I think. I’ll take your life.”

Wei Shanhai sneered. “I’ll be the one to end you, you snake-in-the-sweetheart.”

“Then let’s test it.”

Wang Cangyi raised his arm. A white sword beam formed in his palm.

“Fear me?”

Wei Shanhai’s eyes hardened. A blade of light flared in his hand.

The clash of two Xian Tian Jing auras sent shockwaves through the battlefield.

The warriors below gasped, choked by pressure, as if death itself loomed.

Fear consumed them.

They knew—if these two titans fought here, they’d be caught in the crossfire, wiped out.

“Two masters,” a calm voice rang out.

“Are you truly willing to fight in the middle of this city?”

(End of Chapter)

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