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Chapter 146 - 122: The Yu Family Faces Calamity

Chapter 146: Chapter 122: The Yu Family Faces Calamity

Although the Everlasting Sect had profound foundations and an extremely strong Mountain Protection Array, under such a terrifying attack, it was visibly dimming at a rate visible to the naked eye, and being breached was only a matter of time.

At the foot of the mountain, some daring Loose Cultivators, unable to wait any longer, were already riding their Magic Artifacts, flying towards the sky.

Not daring to go to the summit, where the Everlasting Sect was being attacked, their target was Luoluo City midway up the mountain.

This Cultivation City, which the Returning True Sect’s army was temporarily not concerned with, contained a large number of shops, a massive amount of Magic Artifacts and Spirit Stones, endless wealth, and hope for one’s path...

With one taking the lead, more and more Loose Cultivators joined the ranks.

Some were flying with the help of Magic Artifacts, many more were using their legs to run.

Densely packed, like a dark mass, they rushed toward the middle of the mountain like a tide, agitated, excited, the twisted noise carrying for miles, faintly audible even to Chen Li.

From docile sheep to bloody wolves, everything changed in an instant.

"Chen, shouldn’t we... go and grab something too?" Zhang Yan, caught up in the atmosphere, licked his lips, eager to try.

"Dad, have you lost your mind?" Zhang Shuniang tugged at her father, speaking in frantic protest.

Chen Li gave him a sidelong glance.

Don’t you know your own strength?

How many times have you been beaten?

It’s like your life’s too long for you.

Wang Qing, holding a child, sighed and said, "Ah, Zhang, no offense, but you look like someone who isn’t good at fighting. Going there, you’ll just be throwing your life away!"

"Cough, cough! I was just saying it," Zhang Yan laughed sheepishly, but then said somewhat resentfully, "How can I be bad at fighting? I’m at the sixth level of Qi Cultivation. When it comes to fighting, I might not be the best, but I’m certainly more than capable compared to those below me."

"It’s not about cultivation level. Like Chen, you don’t have that fierce look in your eyes," Wang Qing said with a smile.

Zhang Shuniang’s eyes widened as she retorted, "Uncle’s not like that at all."

Zhang Yan’s face darkened as he heard this.

So, does that mean I am?

That’s an acknowledgment then!

This daughter really is a disappointment.

Chen Li smiled and was about to speak.

When suddenly a "boom" came from afar.

The Mountain Protection Array finally broke, dissipating like a soap bubble, and countless assaulting cultivators instantly flooded in in a frenzy.

As for the City Defense Array of Luoluo City, it hadn’t been activated from beginning to end.

Some people were fleeing down, but even more were swarming uphill.

Figures danced in the sky, occasionally someone would fall to the ground, blood spraying in mid-air.

Zhang Yan turned pale as he watched. Those who could fly with their instruments were at least in the later stages of Qi Cultivation, but even so, amidst such chaos, they were not much better off than ordinary cultivators.

Chen Li’s eyes were fixed on the summit, constantly searching for the figure of the Golden Core Ancestor from the Returning True Sect.

But he didn’t see any likely targets.

Perhaps... he never came here!

The more Chen Li thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and he couldn’t help feeling slightly relieved. Now that the majority of the Everlasting Sect’s forces were waging war elsewhere, leaving the interior empty, it was certainly not worth it for a Golden Core to make a personal trip for such a situation.

The chaos continued from the afternoon into the evening, still showing no signs of ending.

More and more people arrived at the wasteland; some had already become bloodthirsty, attacking anyone they saw.

That’s when Chen Li saw a group of people being chased in the distance, and his expression changed.

"It looks like the Yu Family. You all stay here, be very careful, I’ll be back soon," Chen Li said.

With a flicker of his figure, he had crossed five or six meters. In a flash, he was a hundred meters away.

Everyone’s jaws dropped in astonishment.

Wang Qing turned to Zhou Hong, opened his mouth, and said, "Your... what level of cultivation does your man have?"

"Late stage of Qi Cultivation..." Zhou Hong said, her eyes intently following Chen Li’s figure, full of concern.

...

Yu Fan Zhen and Yu Fan Wu were protecting the last seven or eight members of their family, retreating while fighting, covered in blood.

A large group of Loose Cultivators closely followed them like jackals on the plains zeroing in on their prey, constantly launching attacks.

If anyone in Luoluo City was the wealthiest, it was certainly the six Foundation Establishment families. When the Loose Cultivators stormed into Luoluo City, their first targets were naturally those shops that were easiest to loot, followed by those once esteemed Foundation Establishment families.

A lone tiger is no match for a pack of wolves, let alone a Foundation Establishment family without a Foundation Establishment, not much better off than Loose Cultivators. The family’s defensive array couldn’t hold out for long before being broken by the Loose Cultivators, forcing the Yu Family to attempt a breakout.

But once marked, how could they escape?

They bled as they fled.

With each step, the number of family members dwindled.

Now they were at the end of their rope.

Yu Fan Zhen, with a look of despair, said in grief and anger, "The Yu Family has always been fair to everyone; why must you push things to such extremes!"

"Hehe, since it’s come to this, we might as well make it thorough. You surely understand the principle of eradicating troubles by the roots," a bucktoothed Loose Cultivator laughed heartily.

"Fan Zhen, stop wasting your energy; it’s useless, they won’t spare us," Yu Fan Wu said hatefully, "It’s a pity, so regrettable that our ancestor had to come here and get involved with this mess at the Everlasting Sect."

"We only have ourselves to blame for being unworthy successors!"

A youth in the crowd couldn’t help crying out.

"What are you crying for? Don’t be afraid. Even if the Yu Family is to die, we’ll die standing," an elder chided loudly.

The bucktoothed Loose Cultivator laughed loudly, "The longer the night, the more dreams may come. Seeing that your Spiritual Power is almost depleted, we should send you on your way... Fellow Daoists, what are you waiting for? All spoils will be divided according to the rules we set before."

"Puff!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than suddenly a long sword pierced through the Golden Light Body Shield, impaling the bucktoothed man’s forehead and exiting out the back of his head.

He stared with eyes wide open, mouth agape as if he wanted to say something, seemingly still unable to believe he was about to die.