Chapter 686 - Northern River’s Loose Cultivator stealing the scene (1/2)
Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu
This part of the movie where the Immaterial Cloud Sect was getting destroyed had reached its climax.
As the beautiful performance of the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group continued, the elders and disciples of the Immaterial Cloud Sect ‘died’ one after another.
The roles of the ordinary disciples of the sect were mostly played by Venerable Spirit b.u.t.terfly’s subordinates, and their average strength was either of the Second or the Third Stage.
While facing the a.s.sault of the demons of the Netherworld, they resisted a bit, then happily lay on the ground, playing dead. A transparent defensive barrier similar to the one covering True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple and True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon covered their bodies as well, protecting them from harm.
The demons of the Netherworld were about to have a mental breakdown.
Just what was happening?
Those powerful cultivators lying on the ground and playing dead were one thing… but now, even these ordinary cultivators of the Second and Third Stage were doing the same?
Since the battle between the two parties had started, the number of the demons of the Netherworld had incessantly decreased… but there hadn’t been a single casualty amongst this group of human cultivators! All the people lying on the ground were just playing dead!
How could they continue to happily battle given the situation?
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Regardless of how much the demons of the Netherworld complained, the shooting of the movie continued.
It was finally Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s turn to enter into action.
The treatment he received was completely different than Fellow Daoist ‘When the Bright Moon Appears’. As soon as Northern River’s Loose Cultivator entered the fray, the main and auxiliary cameras all focused on him.
Northern River’s Loose Cultivator was playing the role of Daoist Priest Wudao—the junior brother of Daoist Priest Wuwei, who was the sect master of the Immaterial Cloud Sect.
After entering the fray, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator applied some blood onto his face, and arrived next to the sect master.
Then, with extreme sorrow and unwillingness, he said, “Senior Brother, we failed to protect the Immaterial Cloud Sect, and the other sects won’t be able to lend us a hand within a short period of time. We have to leave…”
True Monarch Fallout, who was playing the role of Daoist Priest Wuwei, had a stiff expression on his face at this moment. He struggled for a while, and finally sighed deeply, saying. “Junior Brother Wudao, you should take some of the disciples with you and leave this place first… they are the seeds of the Immaterial Cloud Sect. As long as they stay alive, the Immaterial Cloud Sect won’t die!”
Northern River’s Loose Cultivator furrowed his brows and asked, “But what about you, Senior Brother?”
“I’ll delay these creatures from the demonic realm and give you lot the time to escape. You don’t need to worry about me. I don’t have much time left, anyway. If this old body of mine can win you some time, I’ll achieve my goal.” True Monarch Fallout gently smiled. He was playing the role of the white-haired Daoist Priest Wuwei. This character had a white beard and a face full of wrinkles. His lifespan had almost reached the end.
Northern River’s Loose Cultivator, who played the role of Daoist Priest Wudao, said firmly, “No, Senior Brother. You are the sect master, the backbone of the Immaterial Cloud Sect! Leave the task to bring up the rear to me!”
Northern River’s Loose Cultivator didn’t wait for his senior brother to reply, but darted forward, gathering all the disciples of the sect that were willing to stay behind with him and bring up the rear.
Daoist Priest Wuwei faintly sighed.
Then, he glanced at a nearby monk, and said, “Fellow Daoist Silence… forgive me for involving you in this matter. You were just a guest of the Immaterial Cloud Sect, but are now involved in this mess as well.”
The nearby ‘Great Master Silence’, who was interpreted by Great Master Profound Principle, joined his palms together and silently shook his head, revealing a gentle smile.
Daoist Priest Wuwei continued, “This poor daoist would like to make an unreasonable request to you. Fellow Daoist Silence, could you escort the elite disciples of the Immaterial Cloud Sect and help them flee this place?”
Great Master Silence first glanced at Daoist Priest Wuwei, then nodded his head, agreeing to the request.
Thereupon, with the arrangement of the sect master—Daoist Priest Wuwei, the young disciples of the Immaterial Cloud Sect were gathered together and sent away through a secret pa.s.sage under the protection of Great Master Silence, the guardian divine beast of the Immaterial Cloud Sect—the Heaven Devouring Cat, and a few coolheaded elders.
On the battlefield, Su Clan’s Sixteen, who was playing the role of ‘Traceless Saber’—a guest from the White Sword Sect—abandoned her fight and left the place together with the young disciples of the sect while escorting them.
Sixteen’s small face was full of regret. She hadn’t fought enough just now.
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While shooting this scene, at least three cameras were continuously focusing on the character that True Monarch Fallout was interpreting, Daoist Priest Wuwei.
In the enemy camp, Fellow Daoist When the Bright Moon Appears’ eye sockets were red… how was this even fair!
He was also a True Monarch, and he was likewise the leader of a faction… therefore, just on what basis the scene focused on True Monarch Fallout for so long when it focused on him for something like two seconds?! In addition, there was only one camera that focused on him.
This was simply too unfair!
As soon as the shooting of this part was over, he would complain about these mean cameramen to Director Jacob.
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In the meantime.
Song Shuhang rode Meteor Sword and arrived at the holiday residence.
Meteor Sword’s speed had reached extreme levels as it whizzed forward and pa.s.sed through the periphery of the mountain residence.
Even Scholar Xian Gong and his helpers, who were standing on guard outside the holiday residence, were unable to see clearly what had flown past them.
Scholar Flying Fish rubbed her eyes concealed beneath her long bangs, and said, “Fellow Daoist Xian Gong, what was that thing that pa.s.sed just now?”
“I didn’t see it clearly, either.” Scholar Xian Gong held the tobacco pipe in his mouth and took a deep breath. “But it should be Venerable White. Earlier, that stupid four-headed snake kidnapped Venerable White and little friend Song Shuhang, flying toward a distant place. Just now, I smelled the scent of that stupid snake again.”
“Venerable White? Oh, that one.” Scholar Flying Fish nodded, and stopped paying attention to that flying sword that brushed past them.
Although it was said that Venerable White was handsome to the point of causing cities and nations to fall, she wasn’t interested in him. She only liked fairy maidens with tender and delicate skin.
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