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Chapter 364: Battle Pavilion Master Luo Chen, Setting Off to the Thunder Accumulation Nine Mountains
Chapter 364: Battle Pavilion Master Luo Chen, Setting Off to the Thunder Accumulation Nine Mountains
"I overestimated my mastery of formations."
"The geographical environment of the Thunder Accumulation Nine Mountains has an extremely strong repulsive force, making it impossible to set up a complete defensive formation. Even the Tier Three Defensive Formation arranged by the Golden Core Senior of Luoyun Sect was no match for a peer Golden Core cultivator."
"So, I spent half a year creating a suitable killing formation—the Five Thunder Strike."
"With the help of the ever-present thunder power in the Thunder Mountains, this killing formation is enough to threaten advanced Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators."
"But I never expected that battle to be so sudden. No one anticipated that the Golden Core Senior would take such a bold move, after all, the previous battles were limited to the Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment stages."
"When the fight broke out, I activated the Thunder Killing Formation and killed five Foundation Establishment Cultivators in one go. I thought such a feat would deter them, but the remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators were still relentless."
"Wang Yuan ordered me to lead the retreat, while the three of them stayed behind to cover our escape. In the end, Li Yingzhang was severely injured, and the Spirit Dragon Saber, a magical artifact, fell into the hands of others. Xu Zhenren sacrificed his Second Rank Crane Spirit Beast to save him. Wang Yuan unleashed his ultimate move, frequently using the Blood God Tribulation Finger to cover their escape, but he was eventually pursued and disappeared into the night."
"After retreating to the eighth mountain, Duan Feng came to our aid. It was only then that I was allowed to return to Tianlan and bring back the remains of our comrades."
As he spoke, Min Longyu's voice choked with emotion, and his eyes turned red.
That battle was indeed too cruel.
He didn't know the casualties at the other bases, but the Luo Tianhui side had suffered almost half of their losses.
Among the four Foundation Establishment Cultivators, one was severely injured, and one went missing. Xu Zhenren, the highest-cultivation cultivator, also lost his Crane Spirit Beast.
Only Min Longyu returned alive and well.
"Chairman, I have let you down. I deserve to die!"
Luo Chen pursed his lips, his face tense.
Seeing the man filled with regret and guilt, he was at a loss for words for a moment.
Before their departure, Min Longyu had indeed said that he would set up a grand formation to protect the Luo Tianhui cultivators.
But the current outcome had slapped him hard in the face.
On the battlefield, how could a Foundation Establishment Initial Stage cultivator like him have such audacity?
However, some things still needed to be said.
"It's not your fault."
"You've done well. If not for your formation, half of them wouldn't have survived."
"Write a detailed report and submit it to Mu Ran Qinglian."
Min Longyu wanted to say more.
But Luo Chen had already turned and slowly pushed open the door of the Hui Xin Palace.
Inside the palace, there was a deathly silence.
Min Longyu opened his mouth, then left with a sense of guilt.
...
In front of the black wooden casket.
Luo Chen's hands gently rested on the disfigured corpse.
Fine strands of pure wood spiritual energy flowed in and out of his palms, settling on the body.
The decaying flesh stirred, bones returned to their proper places, and the gruesome wounds healed.
A fresh, rosy face reappeared on the corpse.
Rough, weathered, and full of life's hardships.
It was the face of Sima Xian from his memories.
Beside him, Sima Huiwang, who had regained her composure, couldn't help but sob again at the sight of this face.
At this moment, she no longer displayed the demeanor of a strong, independent woman.
Instead, she seemed as fragile as a blade of grass that could be blown over by the wind.
"We three siblings came from a wealthy city, but our family's fortune declined, and we became destitute."
"Our eldest brother raised Wenjie and me."
"Later, we fortuitously obtained a chance to cultivate, and all three of us were blessed with spiritual roots, embarking on the path of immortality."
"In the eyes of others, the three Sima siblings followed my lead, and I was the one who made decisions and devised strategies as we traveled south and north."
"But whenever we encountered danger, our eldest brother would always take the brunt of it, and he was always the one who chose to stay behind."
...
"I wish our eldest brother could find a Dao companion and live a quiet, ordinary life. But he said that while I enjoy the limelight, countless people covet my position, so he must strive to become my strongest support."
"Our eldest brother was always reserved, and even these words were spoken privately to Wenjie when he was drunk."
"His greatest pain was failing to establish his foundation, and since then, he became even more silent, devoting all his thoughts to the Battle Pavilion."
"But I never imagined he would die in the Thunder Mountains."
"No, I should have realized it sooner. How can anyone escape death? Even Foundation Establishment Cultivators can perish."
"But..."
Luo Chen embraced the woman.
Usually eloquent and capable of debating with high-level cultivators, he now found himself at a loss for comforting words in front of this vulnerable woman.
All he could do was hold her tightly.
Time passed slowly, and the candles in the palace flickered, emitting wisps of blue smoke.
After an unknown duration, a loud bang sounded.
The woman closed the casket's lid.
She wiped away her tears, stepped out of Luo Chen's embrace, and the familiar Sima Huiwang returned.
"You're okay..."
"I'm fine!" Sima Huiwang sniffed, her expression becoming resolute.
"Everyone must die eventually. Yuan Granny died, and so many Luo Tianhui cultivators have perished. How can my brother stand aside?"
"He was prepared for this from the moment he stepped onto the Thunder Mountain Battlefield."
"Life must go on."
Luo Chen opened his mouth, somewhat taken aback.
The Sima Huiwang he knew had truly returned.
"Chairman, the Battle Pavilion cannot be without a master for a day!"
"Mmm."
"I've decided to transfer Bian Zhen to be the master of the Battle Pavilion, and Xiu Gu will take over the Spirit Herb Chamber. She was already..."
"I'll go!" Sima Huiwang suddenly raised her head and looked at the man before her.
In the dimly lit hall, the man stood tall and spoke calmly, "The Battle Pavilion is the sword of the Luo Tianhui. How can it not be sharp?"
"Wang Yuan is strong, but he is more immersed in martial arts cultivation. It was out of necessity that your brother took over."
"He did a great job, but I underestimated the current situation. It's not something a Qi Condensation cultivator can handle."
"Looking at the Luo Tianhui now, only I can wield this blunt sword!"
Sima Huiwang couldn't help but speak up, "But..."
"There's no 'but'!"
Luo Chen stated firmly, "After attending the funeral for these cultivators, I will personally go to the Thunder Accumulation Nine Mountains battlefield and lead the Luo Tianhui cultivators!"
"That place is dangerous," the woman said softly, as if pleading.
Luo Chen shook his head.
"On the path of cultivation, there's no such thing as a peaceful and smooth journey."
"Over the years, the Luo Tianhui has fought countless battles, big and small, all under my command."
"Although you are all capable, the situation there is completely different now."
"Wang Yuan is missing, Li Yingzhang is severely injured, and Xu Zhenren's main battle force, his spirit beast, has been killed. If I don't go, I fear the remaining Luo Tianhui cultivators will be treated as cannon fodder."
"Huiwang, in all of Danxia, can you find a second person more suitable than me?"
Sima Huiwang was speechless.
Luo Chen knew what she was worried about.
But in times of crisis, responsibility comes first!
As the founder of the Luo Tianhui, he couldn't stand by and watch from Tianlan in such a situation.
He reached out and caressed the woman's slightly cold cheek.
"Rest assured, as long as I don't encounter a Golden Core Senior, no one can harm me."
These words were both comforting and exuded immense confidence.
The woman's heart was somewhat relieved.
Turning back, she looked at the black wooden coffin.
"Where should my brother and the others be buried?"
"The back mountain, leaning against Mo Sang, facing the Perfumed Flower River. Give them a grand burial. For those who died in battle without a body, set up a memorial and take good care of their families," Luo Chen said in a low voice.
...
Three days later.
Paper money fluttered like flowers in the sky, and the sound of sobbing and wailing echoed endlessly.
In the distance, Luo Chen watched Sima Wenjie, who still lingered and knelt before Sima Xian's grave, silent.
Footsteps approached from behind.
It was Min Longyu.
Without turning back, Luo Chen asked, "What is it?"
Thud! Min Longyu knelt on one knee and clenched his teeth, "Chairman, take me with you!"
The news of Luo Chen personally going to the Thunder Mountain had spread throughout Danxia in these three days.
All the chambers had been mobilized, preparing the necessary personnel and resources.
However, Min Longyu's name was not on the expedition list.
His behavior was somewhat unexpected, to be honest.
At first, he wasn't a member of the Luo Tianhui and could even be considered an enemy.
But after returning from this battle, the emotions he expressed were deeper than many of the elders.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have knelt twice in such a short time.
Luo Chen found it strange but didn't ask.
Whether it was genuine or not, Min Longyu's attitude was impeccable.
He simply refused, "You shouldn't go this time."
"Why?" Min Longyu raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion.
"There's no reason. If both of us leave, who will guard Danxia Peak?"
"But at present, no one should dare to provoke the Luo Tianhui, and there are three Foundation Establishment cultivators remaining."
"You can't be too careful. With you commanding the Danxia Formation, even powerful cultivators wouldn't dare to cause trouble. Only then can I be worry-free."
After hearing these words, Min Longyu's expression turned solemn.
But in his eyes, there was still some reluctance.
His feelings for the Luo Tianhui cultivators were complex.
When he first joined, he treated them as strangers, each pursuing their own interests.
But after the Luo Tianhui established its dominance over Danxia Peak and returned to his family's ancestral land, his perception gradually changed.
Especially when he saw his once dilapidated ancestral land regaining vitality under the efforts of the Luo Tianhui cultivators, an inexplicable emotion took root in his heart.
They had worked together, fought side by side, and often exchanged cultivation insights.
He was not family, but in his heart, he was as close as family.
Over a hundred years ago, the Min family was destroyed, and he was powerless to stop it.
But a hundred years later, how could he stand by and watch the Luo Tian Association decline, especially now that he possessed such formidable abilities!
This war was one of the most devastating losses in the history of the Luo Tian Association.
While the numbers were not as great as the Battle of Gaolingyuan, the casualties were all elite cultivators.
In this, he had committed the sin of arrogance and pride.
So, he wanted to make amends!
But Luo Chen did not give him this opportunity.
"Get up!"
Luo Chen unleashed a surge of spiritual power, helping him up without giving him a chance to refuse.
Looking at the cemetery in the distance, hidden by Mo Sang's trees, Luo Chen said calmly, "In this world, there are always separations and deaths. You've done well, and there's no need to blame yourself excessively. Compared to going to the battlefield to kill enemies and seek revenge, staying in Danxia and protecting the Luo Tian Association holds greater significance."
Although Min Longyu still felt reluctant, he eventually nodded and accepted Luo Chen's arrangement.
However, he still wanted to contribute.
In front of Luo Chen, he carefully took out the Roaming Eighteen Array Disc.
"President, this is for you."
"Hmm?"
Luo Chen looked at the magical artifact he had given away.
It was once damaged, but over the years, with the joint efforts of Min Longyu and Duan Feng, it had been restored to perfection, showing no signs of its previous flaws.
"Is this the core of the Seven-Colored Danxia Formation? If you give it to me, what will the Luo Tian Association do?"
Min Longyu shook his head slowly, "No, the core of the Seven-Colored Danxia Formation is Danxia Peak and me, not this magical artifact. As long as the mountain stands and I live, the formation will remain intact!"
Luo Chen's eyebrows furrowed, and he stared at Min Longyu intently.
Min Longyu took a deep breath and continued, "The situation over there is becoming increasingly bizarre, even Golden Core cultivators are shamelessly attacking. President, you are strong, but if you encounter a powerful Golden Core enemy... You are the soul of the Luo Tian Association, and we cannot afford to lose you!"
Luo Chen's gaze fell upon the Roaming Eighteen Array Disc.
"Can this artifact rival a Golden Core cultivator?"
"If the conditions are right, it might stand a chance!"
Under Min Longyu's expectant gaze, Luo Chen eventually accepted his offer.
Just as Min Longyu had said, Luo Chen's significance to the Luo Tian Association was irreplaceable by anyone.
Take the current situation, for example.
Danxia Peak was once shrouded in a sorrowful atmosphere, but with Luo Chen's intervention, the situation had been brought under control.
Sima Hui Niang was powerful, but she still lacked something.
That something required a long time to catch up to Luo Chen.
As Luo Chen caressed the Roaming Eighteen Array Disc, he listened attentively to Min Longyu's detailed introduction of the formation's killing technique, which he had painstakingly researched.
Finally, he asked, "Describe the battle scene from that night once more. I want to know who, despite the team's weakened strength, still relentlessly pursued and attacked you."
Upon mentioning this, Min Longyu's face contorted with rage.
...
"The necessary resources have been prepared."
"The smaller ones are stored in the storage bag, guarded by Qin Liangchen and Yuan Xiaoyue. The larger ones are loaded onto the Lang Qi Flying Boat."
"Upon reaching there, hand them over to the Ice Fortress cultivators. The price has been negotiated through Dantu Jin."
In the skies above Danxia.
The Lang Qi Flying Boat had fully unfolded, revealing its massive fifty-plus-zhang-long body, a testament to its status as a supreme large flying boat.
Onboard, various large-sized materials were piled high.
Minerals, wood, and more.
These items would be of immense use in the war.
Just this trip alone would bring the Luo Tian Association a profit of over ten thousand spirit stones!
On the flying boat, in addition to these materials, there were also many cultivators from the Battle Hall and the Outer Gate. The Golden Pavilion had dispatched Deputy Chamber Master Yuan Xiaoyue, who would oversee the specific goods transaction upon arrival.
Sima Hui Niang watched Luo Chen with concern.
"These things aren't important; the most crucial thing is you!"
Luo Chen smiled, "You're being overly motherly, which isn't like you."
Sima Hui Niang said no more; everything that needed to be said had already been made clear in the past few days.
It was just that at the moment of departure, the scene stirred emotions.
She descended from the flying boat and stood with Gu Cai Yi and Mu Ran Qinglian.
"Don't worry, after the war, I'll bring them all back!"
Luo Chen waved at them and then boarded the Lang Qi Flying Boat.
"Set sail!"
With his command, the massive Lang Qi Flying Boat rumbled and slowly flew towards the distance.
Sima Hui Niang and the other two watched their departing figures from afar.
On Danxia Peak, many other cultivators also witnessed this scene.
Someone shouted, and the next moment, they all joined in unison.
"President, you must return!"
There was no response from the flying boat, only a white-clad figure standing with arms crossed, facing the wind and gazing into the distance.
Thunder Accumulation Nine Mountains, here I come, Luo Chen!
(End of Chapter)
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