The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1056

Chapter 1056: Chapter 1053: Under Attack Chapter 1056: Chapter 1053: Under Attack Shen Luo gave a slight smile and proceeded to share some of his experiences from the past years with the siblings, choosing to tell them not the most significant parts. Shen Mumu listened with great interest, and Shen Ci also felt as if his eyes were opened to a new world.

Shen Luo then imparted some cultivation experience to the two of them, which they found enlightening.

The three siblings chatted leisurely for a long time until the moon rose high in the sky before they stopped their conversation.

“Big Brother, you should rest at home today. Tomorrow I will bring the other junior members of the family to meet you,” Shen Ci said.

“There's no need for that. Over the years, I have grown accustomed to cultivating in solitude, and I'm not particularly comfortable in crowded settings. I leave the family in your hands; I will take my leave now,” Shen Luo said as he stood up.

“You're leaving so soon?” Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were both taken aback.

“I'm heading to the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, which is very close to home. If you need anything, just come to find me there,” Shen Luo said.

Upon hearing this, Shen Ci and Shen Mumu breathed a sigh of relief.

“There's no need for you to see me off,” Shen Luo said to the two of them, and with a shimmer, he disappeared from the spot.

Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were left feeling a sense of loss. It took them a long time to recover before they began to inspect the storage magical tool and discuss how to distribute the items inside.

At that moment, Shen Luo was already at a high altitude, glancing one last time at Chunhua County Town below before turning and flying toward the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

He had no intention of interfering too much with the development of the Shen family. Although the disaster of demons had passed, there was no guarantee that none of his enemies remained. The Shen family had limited strength, and becoming too involved with him could potentially bring harm instead of good.

The distance of a few hundred li was trivial for him now. The old site of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion soon came into view.

The Spring and Autumn Pavilion was still damaged from the demon's destruction that year, with many buildings collapsed, leaving only a few instead of repaired. The scene looked rather desolate.

There was hardly any liveliness inside the pavilion–it was all quiet, without a sound, a sharp contrast to the bustling pavilion of the past.

Seeing his former sect in such a state, Shen Luo sighed inwardly and flew down.

As he landed inside the pavilion, his brow soon furrowed.

The doors of those repaired buildings were wide open, with two doors even lying on the ground. There were also several fresh deep marks on the ground at the entrance, as if a fight had just occurred.

Shen Luo's divine sense spread out, and his expression darkened quickly.

In one of the rooms inside the pavilion, there were two corpses dressed in the robes of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion disciples.

His brows slightly creased, he expanded his divine sense further and soon turned his gaze toward a range of mountain peaks a dozen li away.

There, spiritual energy fluctuated violently, indicating that cultivators were in conflict, and among them, he recognized the familiar mana fluctuations of the Pure Yang Sword Technique.

Without any hesitation, Shen Luo immediately flew towards the location.

With his current level of cultivation, he instantly arrived at the scene of the fight and quietly landed just outside a valley.

Inside the valley, two groups of monks were engaged in a fierce battle. On one side, two monks wearing qing-colored Daoist robes–disciples of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion–both at the Qi Refining Stage, were fighting.

“Eh, Qin Ming!” Shen Luo looked at a gray-haired elder in a green robe who was wielding a peach wood talisman sword.

The man's appearance had changed greatly, but Shen Luo could vaguely recognize him as a fellow outer disciple from his teenage years. They were not familiar, having only met a few times.

Qin Ming was surrounded by a red light, cultivating the Pure Yang Sword Technique, and had reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

As for the other, a round-faced young man swinging a black battle knife talismanic instrument, Shen Luo did not recognize him. He seemed to be Qin Ming's disciple, with only early-stage Qi Refining cultivation level.

Meanwhile, the three people opposite them were all dressed in black robes, their cuffs embroidered with a dark cloud pattern.

Each of the three also had the cultivation level of the Qi Refining stage, one in the middle stage and two in the early stage. Although they were outnumbered, they controlled three identical black talisman swords, forming a sword array filled with Yinsha Black Qi, which seemed quite powerful. They firmly suppressed Qin Ming and his companion.

“Haha, Qin Ming, with your meager skills, you also want to occupy the spirit veins of Qinghua Mountain? Just obediently hand them over,” the black-faced elder said with a laugh, full of malice.

“Black Rock Old Ghost, Qinghua Mountain is the ancestral legacy of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and you will not seize it!” Qin Ming's eyes blazed with anger as he slashed his finger, smearing blood on the peach wood talisman sword.

The runes on the talisman sword immediately brightened, and seven or eight zhang-long red sword qi burst out suddenly, tearing a large hole in the opponent's array of black Qi.

“Good! The Pure Yang Sword Technique is indeed powerful, but it's a pity your strength is too weak to bring out its full power! Hand over the sword technique and the Qinghua Mountain spirit veins obediently, and I, the valley master, might spare your lives!” The eyes of the black-faced elder flashed with greed as he bit his tongue tip and sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood onto a black talisman sword, then began muttering spells!

The other two did the same, and under the chant of spells, the three talisman swords surged with black light, and the sound of howling grew louder. The torn black Qi instantly healed.

The black Qi inside the sword array then roared and turned into a several zhang tall massive black wind pillar, rushing towards Qin Ming and his companion.

This black wind pillar was incredibly powerful, scraping off a layer wherever it passed.

The talismanic instruments of Qin Ming and his companion spun uncontrollably upon contact, and both their faces changed drastically as they hurriedly retreated backward.

“Haha, let me show you the power of my Black Cloud Valley's Yin Wind Array! Accept your fate!” The black-faced elder was somewhat out of breath, but his expression was filled with excitement as he frenziedly danced his hands in incantation gestures.

A flash of black light and two black specter heads the size of millstones shot out from the violent wind, rushing towards Qin Ming and the round-faced youth.

The round-faced youth, with only early-stage Qi refining cultivation, was far from Qin Ming's match. Barely holding on as the attack approached, he had no strength to resist and closed his eyes, resigning to death.

Just at that moment, a wave of heat swept over them, and a red light shot from the side, forming a thin red light curtain that blocked the two black specter heads.

The black specter heads opened their large mouths and fiercely gnawed at the red light curtain, which trembled violently, but still managed to hold against the specter heads.

“Master!” the round-faced youth had a narrow escape from death and turned to Qin Ming on the side.

Qin Ming was holding a fiery red talisman, his palm oozing fresh blood that flooded into the talisman, forming the red light curtain.

However, the exertion of this technique was clearly draining his vitality. Qin Ming was already pale, but now he looked even more like white paper.

“That thief is formidable. I will hold them off, you take the chance to escape quickly!” Qin Ming shouted urgently.

“How can a disciple abandon his master and sneak away alone…” the round-faced youth said, shaking his head.

“Foolish! Our lives are insignificant, but the Dao of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion must not end here under any circumstances; now go!” Qin Ming's eyes reddened as he bellowed.

The round-faced youth paused, then summoned back his black battle knife and turned to flee into the distance.

“Don't even think about it, today neither of you two will escape!” the black-faced elder sneered coldly, increasing the mana poured into the black talisman sword, his hands moving even faster in incantations.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three more black specter heads shot out from the black wind pillar, crashing against the trembling red light curtain.

The already quivering red light curtain could no longer hold and burst apart, dissipating into countless groups of red light.

The red talisman in Qin Ming's hand shattered, completely losing all its spirituality.

He himself spewed out blood, his body thrown flying backward, while the peach wood talisman sword lost all its strength and fell to the ground like a stone with a plop.

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