Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 402 - 28 Breaking the Formation_3

Chapter 402: Chapter 28 Breaking the Formation_3

But doing so in front of the Sect Master of Xuli Sect, Lin Boyue, would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

So, wisely, Wang Ba paid the respectful salutations of a junior.

The aim, of course, was to give the other party as little reason as possible to cause trouble.

After all, he hadn’t forgotten that the Xuli Sect had once attempted to assassinate him with a curse.

Yuan Wenzhi, who was usually calm and composed on the side, showed rare signs of caution and seriousness on his face as he courteously raised his hand in greeting:

“Sectless Yuan Wenzhi greets Sect Master Lin.”

The always straightforward and reckless Zhang Tailai, however, maintains his simple and honest demeanor, casually raising his hand, seemingly completely ignorant of what it means to be afraid.

But everyone present knew what kind of person Zhang Tailai was, so nobody blamed him.

All four of them then flew to the high platform under Zhuang Yi’s guidance.

Wang Ba and Bu Chan took the initiative to go to the lower level.

“Shen, my friend, haha, come sit here.”

A gentle voice from Lin Boyue suddenly sounded.

Wang Ba instantly felt uneasy.

Turning around, he was taken aback to find the place Lin Boyue was pointing to was right next to Yuan Wenzhi, and he quickly looked guilty:

“This… I am but a junior, how could I sit here…”

“Hehe, how could your unique skills as a Spiritual Cook not qualify you? You are unparalleled in Yan State.”

Lin Boyue replied, shaking his head with a smile.

Just then, the valley master of Huifeng Valley, Zhu Rong, chimed in:

“That’s right, nobody should object to our friend Shen sitting here.”

Upon hearing his words, Chu Xiao from the Danlong School glanced at Wang Ba and Zhu Rong, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Ba noticed, to his surprise, that among the three Golden Core Masters from the major sects present, many looked at him with kindness.

He paused for a moment, then it dawned on him.

“It must be because of the Spirit Chicken Essence.”

Although the Spirit Chicken Essence didn’t have much effect on Golden Core Cultivators, in large quantities, it was still quite substantial. In the absence of conflicts of interest, a regular Golden Core Master, of course, would show goodwill towards Wang Ba.

With this thought, he finally felt a bit more at ease.

“Then, I must presume.”

Wang Ba looked ashamed, and after instructing Bu Chan, he walked over and sat down next to Yuan Wenzhi.

Bu Chan also went to the lower level.

In this brief interlude, the high platform had unknowingly continued to fly north.

Soon, Wang Ba saw another mountain that was very similar to the previous one.

A formation covered the top of the mountain.

Accompanied by the shouts of the cultivators from the three major sects, countless rogue cultivators swarmed towards the mountain.

Then the scenes that Wang Ba had previously witnessed began to repeat themselves.

The Golden Core Masters on the upper level also began discussing again.

Wang Ba didn’t speak, he just listened quietly.

From the snippets of these Golden Core Masters’ conversation, he faintly realized that these mountains and formations were actually the foundations of the great formation laid out by the cultivators of Zhenling Palace to guard the entrance to their mountain gate.

To truly pose a threat to Zhenling Palace, the outer formations must be broken first.

After making use of an enormous number of rogue cultivators’ lives and sacrificing them…

Eventually.

After a night passed…

With the collapse of the last mountain, a huge group of palaces, spanning hundreds of miles, built on a high plain, was finally revealed to Wang Ba.

At this point, less than 10% of the rogue cultivators Wang Ba had seen here survived.

Nobody cared about their lives though.

On the upper level of the high platform…

The Golden Core Masters of the three major sects who were initially seated, couldn’t help but stand up, their faces filled with anticipation, nervousness, and complex emotions as they looked at the group of palaces below.

Even the three Sect Masters of Xuli Sect, Huifeng Valley, and Danlong School couln’t hide their excitement.

“Finally! We have finally seen this day!”

Zhu Rong exclaimed with emotion.

Even the usually quiet Chu Xiao, had a glint of joy in his eyes.

Lin Boyue looked below, his eyes flickering.

The three major sects had long suffered under Zhenling Palace.

All because within Zhenling Palace, there was Yan State’s only Immortal Master of Nascent Soul, Zhang Daobai.

He had oppressed Yan State for many years.

But now, Zhang Daobai had finally fallen.

Before this, Zhenling Palace had lost three Golden Core Masters on the front lines of Wei State.

With only four Golden Core cultivators left, how could Zhenling Palace withstand the combined forces of the three major sects?

The outcome had already been decided. However, the process was what Lin Boyue was even more concerned about.

Just then…

A massive formation shield suddenly rose from the group of palaces, enveloping the entire complex.

Within the formation shield, four figures in blue robes appeared, floating in mid-air.

One of them had a presence not inferior to the three Sect Masters of the major sects, even surpassing them slightly.

He had a lean face and anger in his eyes as he shouted, his voice booming in all directions:

“Xuli Sect, Huifeng Valley, Danlong School… why do you violate my Zhenling Palace!”

As his sound echoed, a roaring sound like thunder faintly sounded between heaven and earth.

Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the three major sects immediately turned pale!

Wang Ba, however, didn’t feel much. His foundation was robust. Even though he was at the middle-stage of Foundation Establishment, he was stronger than an average late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Golden Core Masters on the upper level of the high platform stared intently at the four figures, their faces extremely serious.

A combination of solemnity and relief surfaced on Lin Boyue’s face.

“It seems Master Wu is not far from his Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation… I must have misjudged during the last observance.”

“Fortunately, Zhang Daobai died early. Otherwise, with two Nascent Souls in Zhenling Palace, where would our three sects stand?”