Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 417 - 261_2

Chapter 417: Chapter 261_2

"Secondly, try to find the connection point between the Golden Benba Bottle and the spatial energy fluctuations. Starting from here, we might discover a flaw in the Lu Family’s magic array and unlock the exit to the Inner World."

"After all, since the Lu Family used the Golden Benba Bottle as bait to lure us into the game, it must have some connection with changes in the surrounding environment."

The Professor was silent for a moment before a voice came through:

"Xiao Chu, I understand your thought. Using the Golden Benba Bottle to unravel the array may be a reliable approach."

"But it’s now suspended high in the air, surrounded by black mist below. How can we get close to it and manipulate it? That’s the real challenge."

Pausing, the Professor uncharacteristically let out a bitter laugh, emphasizing:

"Unless we could fly."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the little flame of hope that had just ignited among the crowd.

"Yeah, if I could fly, I would’ve smashed it down with a hammer long ago..."

Big Hammer scratched his head, muttering helplessly.

This matter seemed obviously unrealistic.

Not to mention these people, few experts in the entire Xia Country’s families possess the ability to fly in the air.

For a moment, everyone fell into silence, with only the sound of the wind howling in their ears.

Fang Cheng stood upright on the mountaintop, the cold wind like a knife, stinging his face.

Yet he was oblivious, his eyes fixed on the Golden Benba Bottle suspended high in the air, emitting a mysterious light.

The light flickered rhythmically, and the rolling black mist around it seemed to follow its guidance, displaying some indescribable rhythm, forming a whirlpool-like sea of black clouds.

Fang Cheng’s gaze intensified, continuously observing through his Eagle Eye Vision, with the thought in his heart growing stronger.

The Golden Benba Bottle and the eerie changes in Mist Mountain were intricately connected, likely the crucial key to unlocking the current dilemma.

Just as everyone was racking their brains, a cry of surprise suddenly came through the consciousness channel:

"It’s bad, there’s fighting in the estate!"

The speaker was Li Dingjian, who had been silent like Fang Cheng.

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng’s heart tightened and he immediately asked through the spiritual link:

"What’s happening? Who’s fighting?"

"I... I can’t see clearly either..."

Li Dingjian seemed to be running with the Professor to avoid the aftermath of the battle, describing intermittently:

"Just heard a boom, then saw an old man in a black robe and a man dressed like a Lama break through the nearby building walls and jump out."

"They fought each other like crazy, with an intimidating aura."

"The old man can summon a large cluster of vines out of nowhere to lash at the Lama. The Lama is unbelievably fierce, glowing like he’s on fire, with incredible strength. Every punch seems to shatter the air."

"In this short while, many trees and buildings in the estate have been damaged beyond recognition..."

Li Dingjian’s voice carried a trace of panic and shock, like a war correspondent, describing the scene through the spiritual link.

Then, the Professor, slightly calmer, added:

"The old man in the black robe seems to be an elder of the Lu Family. As for the Lama, I recognize him as Venerable Roger from Lingquan Temple. Both are prominent figures. For them to fight at this time, there must be hidden intrigue, which might be advantageous for us..."

On the mountaintop, Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao quickly exchanged glances, with both surprise and doubt flashing in their eyes.

At this moment, the Professor, with his keen hearing, caught key information and immediately said:

"Wait, I think I heard them mention the Golden Benba Bottle."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s spirits were instantly lifted, holding their breath to listen to the commotion from the direction of the estate.

Meanwhile, the battle within the Lu Family Manor had reached a fever pitch.

Lu Shihua waved his hands, chanting under his breath as those vines burst forth from the ground like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Then, like pythons, they twisted and coiled madly, winding towards Roger with gaping mouths.

Roger, unwilling to show weakness, shouted loudly, and the Demon God’s phantom behind him became increasingly distinct.

With three heads and six arms wielding magic artifacts, some blocked the vines attacking like pythons, while others emitted beams of black and red light.

Wherever they reached, bricks and stones shattered, and dust filled the air.

Only to hear Lu Shihua thunderously roaring:

"Roger, you can’t lay a finger on the Golden Benba Bottle. It’s the crucial lifeline for my Lu Family’s resurgence. I suggest you stay here and become sustenance for the Lu Family Ancestor Spirit instead!"

As he spoke, with a wave of both hands, a thick vine appeared out of nowhere and lashed forward fiercely.

Accompanied by a series of explosive cracks, deep grooves were left on the ground.

Roger’s figure flashed rapidly, his mouth emitting a wild, uninhibited laugh:

"Haha, you stole the supreme and exquisite array from my Black Sect back in the day just to wait for this day, didn’t you?"

"Now that the Holy Object has emerged, it should naturally return to its rightful owner. What right do you have to monopolize it? I’m going to take the Golden Benba Bottle right now; let’s see how you stop me?"

His words were full of mockery and ridicule, deliberately provoking Lu Shihua, while deftly blocking left and right, sprinting towards the center of the manor.

Lu Shihua’s face was somber, evidently hit on a sore spot by Roger’s words.

He instantly summoned more thorny vines, like a surging green wave, sweeping towards Roger as if to completely submerge him, thereby hindering his steps.

"What a move, the Tree Bind Burial Technique. Too bad I’m no longer the little lama you once knew!"

Seeing this, Roger curled his lips into a cold smile, standing his ground unhurriedly.

Behind him, the Demon God phantom stared with fiery eyes, and the magic artifacts in its six hands hummed in unison.

A flash of fire shot through, and a torrent of flames instantly spewed forth from the magic artifacts, sweeping towards Lu Shihua. Wherever it reached, the vines were ignited, exploded, and turned into piles of ash scattered in the air.

The two pursued each other relentlessly, neither yielding verbally, their hands delivering one deadly move after another with immense power.

Under this powerful energy shock, the buildings and trees in the manor swayed precariously, with bricks and stones crumbling and branches breaking.

The fierce wind howled, sweeping up dust and sand from the ground, flinging it straight into people’s faces.

This life-and-death duel between top experts, with its terrifying destructiveness and overwhelming momentum, left the other guards and treasure hunters in awe.

They dared not approach but could only hastily duck away, seeking hidden shelters, watching from afar, fearing the aftermath might sweep them up, leading to their destruction.

On the mountaintop, everyone heard this and couldn’t help but widen their eyes, looking towards the direction of the Lu Family Manor.

However, the black mist cloaked everything tightly like a thick curtain.

They couldn’t see anything inside at all.

Even Fang Cheng and Monkey, with their abilities far beyond ordinary people, could only

Everyone listened to the intelligence from the Professor and Li Dingjian, feeling anxious yet helpless, serving only as bystanders.

At that moment, a slight tremor came from the ground beneath their feet.

The entire Mist Mountain seemed to undergo some change.

Soon after, an extremely low hum, as if an ancient sigh from the depths of the earth, with a mysterious and majestic aura, was faintly heard.

Then, in the thickest part of the fog, the shadow of a towering giant tree slowly emerged.

The giant tree soared into the clouds, seemingly wanting to pierce the sky, its trunk so thick that it would take dozens of people to encircle it.

Its branches, like giant serpents winding in every direction, stretched freely, forming a vast canopy that enveloped the land.

In the mist, countless firefly-like light dots flitted and danced around the canopy, like stars twinkling in the night sky, emitting a soft glow, giving a dreamlike feeling.

Everyone gazed at this scene, holding their breath, filled with shock and awe.

It was as if they were in a dream, forgetting the predicament before them.

At this moment, Fang Cheng, through a Spiritual Link, suddenly asked:

"Professor, the most effective way to break an array is to destroy the Array Hub, right?"

The Professor pondered briefly, responding steadily:

"Generally, yes. The operation of an array relies on the Array Hub as the core hub. Destroy the Array Hub, and the array loses its foundation and naturally collapses."

Immediately after, as if realizing something, he quickly asked:

"Are you planning to break the Golden Benba Bottle?"

"Yes."

Fang Cheng replied simply and swiftly with one word.

Lin Chuqiao, Bai Ling, and Big Hammer were all taken aback by his words, waking from the enchanting spectacle.

The Professor was silent for a moment, then asked again:

"How do you intend to get near it?"

Fang Cheng’s eyes gleamed, his lips curling slightly:

"Naturally, by flying over."

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