Chapter 14 - The Soul Formation Supremacy (2/2)
Hall masters: “…”
What should they make of this oddball master and disciple?
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An array formation was spread throughout the Jing Qing Hall. In the middle of the golden array formation, a black flag fluttered in the windless air. A great mass of Ghost Qi was surging inside the flag. There was a broken formation in the center, but not a trace of Ghost Qi could be seen outside.
Four Nascent Soul Elders sat nearby, looking at the flag in shock.
“What is going on? Why is our sorcery totally useless?” Xi Chen frowned and looked at the ghost flag in the center. “If we don’t release the evil spirits, we can’t purge the Ghost Qi inside. The seal on the flag surface is already torn, but why is there still no sign of any ghosts emerging?”
“The flag was definitely made by Rui Mi who has always been a cunning one. There must be a mystery in the flag that we have yet to figure out.” Xi Qiu replied with a serious expression on his face.
“What is to be done now? If it goes on like this, the Ghost Qi will only grow stronger.”
Xi Qiu flexed his hands tensely before looking to Xi Chen and saying, “I’d better ask Uncle-Master to come. He was always the expert in array formations.”
Xi Chen immediately took out a Dharmic talisman and formed a hand seal. In the blink of an eye, the Dharmic talisman turned into a stream of light and flew outside. It wasn’t long before the hall rang with the sound of a male voice. “What is it that you urgently need to see me about?”
A figure had suddenly appeared in the hall. He looked extremely young, clad in a long and white gown over a blue outfit, and held a jade flute in his hands. Sporting shoulder-length hair, he had a handsome face and his whole body exuded an aura of Spirit Cleansing Qi. He seemed like an immortal untouched by earthly concerns, giving off the impression that he might ascend into heaven in the very next moment.
“We pay our respects to Uncle-Master Lonemoon!” The four men got up and saluted.
“Hmm.” He nodded, still wearing that expression of saintly indifference. Looking around, he set his sights on the flag above. “Soul Devouring Gonfalon! Why is it here? Have you gotten rid of that Fiendish Cultivator?”
“With all due respect Uncle-Master, Rui Mi is indeed dead, but we didn’t kill him.” Xi Qiu bowed and explained, “He was killed by an itinerant cultivator who delivered the flag here to be purged of its Ghost Qi.”
“Hmm.” Lonemoon responded calmly, and at the same time formed a hand seal in passing before directing it at the flag. There was still no response from the flag—it did not so much as tremble.
“Huh?” Lonemoon was stunned. This Soul Devouring Gonfalon could actually resist the sorcery of a Soul Formation cultivator.
“Uncle-Master, the four of us have just tried the same thing. No matter what spell we used, this ghost flag still did not respond. I wonder why?” Xi Qiu elaborated.
“Maybe it’s because of the seal formation on the flag.” Lonemoon looked up at the flag with a frown, scrutinizing it closely. After a while he commented, “I do not know who laid this formation. It seems broken, yet it wields such great power.”
A thought struck Xi Qiu and he immediately said, “This may have been caused by the Sword Dao.”
“Sword Dao?” asked Lonemoon, turning around.
“He is a Golden Core Dao Lord, and he has quite a reputation among the itinerant cultivators,” Xi Qiu said laughingly. “He has joined our sect as a guest elder. His name is Yi Qing.”
“What!” Lonemoon exclaimed, unable to maintain his usual calm demeanor. “What did you say his name was?”
Xi Qiu was puzzled. He could not understand why Uncle-Master was so shocked, but he repeated it nevertheless. “Sword Cultivator Yi Qing.”
“Yi Qing, his name is really Yi Qing. Where is he now?!” Growing increasingly excited, Lonemoon urged Xi Qiu for an answer.
A bewildered Xi Qiu pointed the way. “At Yingyuan Peak…”
Before he could finish speaking, the man in front of him had flown off like a gust of wind.
The remaining four looked at each other wonderingly for some time before they finally returned to the matter at hand.
“Uncle-Master, the Soul Devouring Gonfalon…” What now?