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Chapter 374: The Thunderous Strike
Lu Qing驾驭 the Golden Small Boat at blinding speed. Before long, he had reached the outer reaches of Lingshan Mountains.
As he passed over a small city, Yang Ming Dao Ren, strolling leisurely along the street, suddenly felt a stirring within his soul. He glanced upward, eyes widening in shock.
"That Golden Light! It's the mysterious cultivator! What is he planning?!"
Gazing at the direction the light was heading, a chill ran through Yang Ming Dao Ren’s heart. Without hesitation, he raised his aura, leaping into the air—startling a chorus of cries from the crowd below.
When he reached the sky, however, the Golden Light had already vanished. Still, he followed the path he’d seen, racing toward Lingshan Mountains.
Lu Qing knew full well that many eyes below had noticed his passage. But he didn’t care. In fact, this was precisely what he had intended.
After all, the act he was about to perform would be far more effective if as many people as possible knew of it.
With the Golden Small Boat moving swiftly, Lu Qing soon soared above the Lingshan Mountains, gazing down at the tallest and most majestic peak.
He could sense the changes—subtle, yet unmistakable. Compared to his last visit, the spiritual energy here had surged. The gathering of powerful cultivators had increased significantly, and the mountain’s earth veins had been carefully aligned, their flow now orderly and harmonious.
Qi in the air was slowly circulating and converging.
Clearly, Xuan Kong Shan hadn’t merely huddled here, waiting passively. They had taken advantage of the time to set up a formidable array in the surrounding area.
But did they truly believe such a hastily constructed array could protect them?
Lu Qing’s eyes grew colder.
With a flick of his hand, he traced a seal in the air. From his neck shot forth a tiny tripod—no larger than a thumb—hovering before him.
"Senior Elder 'Yan,' it's time to begin."
At that moment, deep within Lingshan Mountains, someone sensed the disturbance in the sky.
"Look! What’s that in the heavens?!"
"Golden Small Boat! And a figure wearing a Ghost Face Mask—could it be that demon?!"
"The demon has returned! Quick, warn the Tai Shang Elder!"
The Golden Small Boat was unmistakably conspicuous. Especially since Lu Qing had recently used it to hunt down Xuan Kong Shan disciples across the land—making it now a symbol of dread.
The moment the disciples below saw the spectacle, panic erupted.
There was no denying it—Lu Qing’s reputation had grown fearsome. In a single stroke, he had forced the entire Xuan Kong Shan to retreat into the mountains. His name alone carried such weight that even the most fearless among them trembled at the sight.
"Panicking won’t help!"
Just as the disciples were on the verge of despair, the figure of the Red-Faced Elder appeared. He barked at the frightened disciples, then turned his gaze to the sky, his expression grim.
He hadn’t expected Lu Qing to appear so boldly.
And when he saw the Golden Small Boat beneath the figure, his heart sank.
While ordinary disciples might not know the truth, he did. That was Ku Rong’s Spiritual Artifact.
"Who are you?" the Red-Faced Elder demanded, voice tight with fury. "What grievance do you bear against Xuan Kong Shan that you would slaughter our disciples?"
Though he despised Lu Qing, the Red-Faced Elder needed to know his enemy’s identity. The man’s recent caution suggested this appearance was no mere reckless act.
So, while mentally sending a silent warning to the elders, he tried to stall with words.
But Lu Qing had no interest in talking.
Cold-eyed, he tightened his hand, activating the seal. The Lihuo Ding before him began to rotate, drawing in the surrounding Qi with increasing speed.
As more and more Qi was sucked into the tiny tripod, it began to swell—its suppressed aura slowly revealing itself.
The disciples below felt it instantly.
The Red-Faced Elder finally noticed the small tripod hovering before Lu Qing.
The moment he sensed its aura, his face paled.
"That… is a Spiritual Artifact?!"
He stared, disbelief etched into his features, as if trying to confirm whether his eyes deceived him.
But as the Lihuo Ding grew larger and its presence grew more oppressive, even the Red-Faced Elder could no longer deny it.
It was real.
That was the aura of a Spiritual Artifact.
No wonder their combined efforts—using even the sealed Spiritual Artifact in the Secret Realm—had failed to uncover a single trace of this masked figure.
Now it made sense.
This mysterious enemy also wielded a Spiritual Artifact.
And Spiritual Artifacts, forged in the Ancient Cultivation Era, contained laws of their own. They could conceal their user from divination, rendering them utterly untouchable by fate’s threads.
No wonder Lu Qing’s whereabouts had remained hidden.
Yet even as shock coursed through him, the Red-Faced Elder knew this wasn’t the time for wonder.
He stared at the towering Lihuo Ding in the sky—its aura growing more terrifying by the second.
He understood now.
Lu Qing had come to destroy Xuan Kong Shan—with a Spiritual Artifact.
"Everyone, scatter! Get out of here—run as far as you can! Now!"
The Red-Faced Elder roared, his voice cracking with urgency.
The disciples, stunned by the sight of their Tai Shang Elder so uncharacteristically frantic, froze for a heartbeat.
But then, they felt it—the crushing pressure radiating from the sky.
Even the most ignorant among them knew: that was death descending.
In an instant, they scattered like leaves in a storm, fleeing in every direction.
The Red-Faced Elder, meanwhile, enveloped himself in a layer of golden light. A battle banner materialized in his hand. With a mental command, the mountain beneath him flared with array light—its protective barrier activating.
"Too late!"
From Lu Qing’s vantage point, he saw the array glow around the Red-Faced Elder’s peak—just as the disciples fled in disarray.
His expression remained cold. A flicker of mockery crossed his lips.
With a sudden shift in his hand, the Lihuo Ding—now at its peak of power—exploded in size, swelling to a monstrous three zhang in height.
Lu Qing pointed a finger downward. The tripod’s mouth reversed, facing the earth.
"Go!"
"Roar!"
A deafening dragon’s roar split the heavens.
The colossal Lihuo Ding, blazing with flames, descended like a burning mountain, plummeting toward the heart of Xuan Kong Shan.
(End of Chapter)
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