130: Chapter 129 Jiang Yueling Disappears

Five demonic Cultivators, four Qingxuan Sect Elders, and Ling Lang, who wielded blood blades and currently had no opponent, were watching from the side.

However, the four from the Qingxuan Sect were already giving their all, while the other side still had someone who hadn't made a move. The situation was actually not optimistic.

Fu Qingyun fought as he retreated, drawing Li Tu to one side; Zhou Yuan, Han Song, and Liu Ruyan also separated their respective opponents.

Five Cultivators and five demonic Cultivators fought in a melee in the sky outside the Qingxuan Sect's mountain gate, with various Spells and Magic Treasures colliding, exploding into visible shockwaves.

Thunder, fire, sword light, and blade light intertwined, turning that patch of sky upside down.

Yun Ming watched for a while, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Five Late Golden Core Stage, logically speaking, should be much stronger than the Qingxuan Sect's side.

But they didn't seem to be using their full strength; it was more like... they were stalling for time.

Li Tu's blade momentum looked fierce, but he never broke through Fu Qingyun's qingyun sword net; although Gui Sou's ghost shadows were numerous, not one could get within three feet of Han Song; Gu Tong's bone chains clattered endlessly, but they only circled around Zhou Yuan; Xue Ji's blood blades were purely defensive, letting Liu Ruyan attack at will.

He told the Old Ancestor about what he had observed.

The Old Ancestor nodded: "This seat has also noticed. They are calm and unhurried, holding back in every move. Rather than attacking, it is more like they are... wearing us down."

"Wearing us down?" Yun Ming's heart stirred, "What are they waiting for?"

The Old Ancestor did not answer, his gaze only growing more solemn.

Time passed minute by minute.

The battle in the direction of the mountain gate continued, still without a clear victor.

Fu Qingyun and the others grew gradually impatient, their attacks becoming increasingly fierce, but the opponents continued to receive them unhurriedly, as if they were toying with them.

Yun Ming stood on the main peak, watching the surging Spiritual Qi, feeling a faint sense of unease in his heart.

He always felt something was wrong.

These five demonic Cultivators had come too suspiciously.

They knew the Qingxuan Sect had a Nascent Soul True Lord guarding it, yet they dared to come and attack.

They knew they couldn't win, yet they insisted on wearing them down here.

What exactly were they plotting?

Was it to stall the Old Ancestor?

Or was it to...

Yun Ming suddenly thought of something, his expression changing slightly.

He turned abruptly and looked behind him.

The direction Jiang Yueling had left in was empty.

Nearly two hours had passed since she left.

Even if the communication method was troublesome, it should have been finished by now, right?

Even if she couldn't finish it, she should have returned to send a message, right?

Why hadn't she returned yet?

The sense of unease in Yun Ming's heart grew stronger and stronger. He looked at the Old Ancestor, and the Old Ancestor was also looking at him.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the same doubt in the other's eyes.

"Jiang Yueling..." Yun Ming began.

The Old Ancestor nodded and said in a deep voice: "Go and take a look."

Yun Ming said no more, turning into a streak of escape light and flying in the direction Jiang Yueling had left.

Behind him, the battle at the mountain gate continued, the rumbling sounds echoing from afar, but he only felt that unease growing heavier.

Yun Ming spread out his Divine Sense, like an invisible net, spreading outward from the peak of the main peak.

One li, ten li, fifty li, one hundred li—he searched every inch of land and every corner on the outskirts of the Qingxuan Sect.

Those areas near the mountain gate where the battle was still raging, those empty Immortal Caves, those practice fields and herb gardens where Disciples usually gathered, and even the desolate mountains and wild ridges rarely visited by anyone, he scanned with his Divine Sense over and over again.

There was nothing.

No trace of Jiang Yueling, no aura of hers, no marks left behind by her.

Either this girl had fled the battle and run away on her own.

Or—she had been captured by the demonic Cultivators.

Yun Ming withdrew his Divine Sense, his expression somewhat grim.

The possibility of her fleeing the battle was not high.

Although Jiang Yueling was arrogant and spoiled, her feelings for her Master did not seem fake.

She was anxious to notify her Master and the Sect; she wouldn't run away at a time like this.

Then only one possibility remained.

He increased his speed and returned to the main peak.

At this moment, the Qingxuan Sect had become completely chaotic.

The sounds of fighting from the direction of the mountain gate grew louder, the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi became more violent, and those Disciples who had originally been in seclusion in their Immortal Caves, busy in the herb gardens, or practicing on the martial arts fields were all startled and ran out to check the situation.

Some were panic-stricken, some wore grave expressions, and some had already begun to move to safer places.

More Golden Core True Persons had come out of seclusion.

When Yun Ming returned to the main peak, there were already seven or eight more people beside the Old Ancestor.

There were men and women, old and young, some he knew and some he did not.

These people usually spent most of their time in seclusion Cultivating and rarely appeared in public, but at this moment, they had been startled by the commotion at the mountain gate and had all rushed over.

"Old Ancestor, this Disciple requests to fight!"

"Old Ancestor, those demonic Cultivators are bullying us too much; this Disciple will go and meet them!"

"Old Ancestor, Senior Brother Fu and the others are about to be unable to hold on; let this Disciple go and help!"

Voices clamored, requests to fight rising one after another.

The Old Ancestor stood at the very front, hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over everyone. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: "Go, all of you. Be careful."

Everyone acknowledged the order, turning into streaks of escape light and flying toward the mountain gate.

Yun Ming stood behind the Old Ancestor, looking from afar at that sky illuminated by the light of various Spells.

Fu Qingyun, Zhou Yuan, Han Song, and Liu Ruyan had been fighting for nearly an hour.

Although they were temporarily able to contend with the five demonic Cultivators by relying on the support of the Mountain Guardian Array, the consumption of Spiritual Qi was simply too great.

Fu Qingyun's qingyun sword was no longer as sharp as it had been at the beginning, its sword light dimmed significantly; the sound of Zhou Yuan's Zhenyue Bronze Bell was no longer resonant, becoming intermittent; Han Song's iron ruler remained steady, but his speed in attacking had clearly slowed down; Liu Ruyan's long silk ribbon had been cut to shreds by Xue Ji's blood blades, barely maintaining its form.

And the five demonic Cultivators on the other side, although they had also been consumed quite a bit, were still handling things with ease.

Now that seven or eight fresh reinforcements had joined, the situation was instantly reversed.

Fu Qingyun retreated, gasping for air, his whole body soaked in sweat.

Zhou Yuan sat directly on the ground, his face pale, almost unable to hold onto his bronze bell.

Han Song and Liu Ruyan landed on the main peak, supporting each other; both had many wounds on their bodies, and there was a bloodstain on Liu Ruyan's arm that was deep enough to see bone.

The newly joined Golden Core True Persons rushed up and fought in a melee with the five demonic Cultivators.

Li Tu's bone blade was blocked by a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator using a long spear, and after clashing a dozen times, they were evenly matched.

Gui Sou's black banner was scorched by an old man using a fire gourd with Samadhi True Fire, making it hiss and sizzle as the ghost shadows dissipated one after another.

Gu Tong's bone chains were entangled by a female Cultivator using golden wheels, the two of them trading blows in a tug-of-war-like manner.

Xue Ji was besieged by two Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivators, her blood-colored short blades struggling to parry.

And Ling Lang, who had hardly made a move all this time, was finally entangled by an old Daoist using a whisk; the bronze bells clinked and clattered, but he could never break through the whisk's defense.

Five against five had become twelve against five.

The scene was momentarily incredibly lively, with various Magic Treasures and Spells flying all over the sky, the exploding shockwaves leveling the surrounding rocks and trees to the ground.

But strangely, the five demonic Cultivators still showed no intention of retreating. Although they were suppressed, they were still struggling to hold on, as if waiting for something.

Yun Ming watched for a moment, withdrew his gaze, and turned to walk to the Old Ancestor's side.

He shook his head and said in a low voice: "I didn't find her."

The Old Ancestor was silent for a moment and sighed.

"This seat will look for her."