The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace
Chapter 231 - 231 No One Can Stop

"Who dares break our formation?"

The Wang family ancestral grounds, training field.

Dressed in a fitted martial robe, Wang Lilong was in the midst of instructing the family's spirit-root cultivators when the commotion at the mountain gate caught his attention. His brows furrowed deeply.

"I'm not sure. Immortal Xu and the others have gone to investigate," a Wang family cultivator reported solemnly.

"To shatter our family's protective formation in one strike... The intruder must possess extraordinary strength. I fear that even Immortal Xu and the others may not be able to hold them off," Wang Lilong said grimly, his gaze fixed on the direction of the mountain gate.

The Wang family's protective formation was formidable, capable of withstanding the full power of a fourth-stage Qi Refinement cultivator. For it to be broken so effortlessly, the assailant's strength had to far exceed that level.

"Pass my orders: summon all cultivators within the ancestral grounds to assist Immortal Xu and the others immediately.

"Additionally, send someone to the Lake of Tranquility to inform Elder Qinglin."

His voice was steady but firm, a testament to his leadership.

"Understood," the messenger replied, vanishing into the rain to carry out the commands.

As Wang Lilong's orders spread, the Wang family ancestral grounds buzzed with activity. Cultivators of all types—those meditating in seclusion, attempting breakthroughs, or teaching the younger generation—abandoned their tasks and hurried toward the mountain gate.

Figures streaked across the skies from all directions, converging at the gate in a formidable show of force, numbering no fewer than several dozen. Their cultivation levels ranged from the sixth to eighth stages of the Embryo Breath Realm.

"Uncle Lilong, we'll go too!"

On the training field, more than thirty spirit-root cultivators from the younger generation stepped forward, their expressions resolute.

"The enemy is extremely powerful. You'll be more of a burden than help, and there's a high risk you'll be harmed," Wang Lilong replied, his tone kind but firm.

These young cultivators represented the future of the Wang family—their foundation and lifeblood. He could not allow any harm to befall them.

"But..."

A robust young man hesitated, his fists clenched.

"No more arguments. With our family's cultivators and Elder Qinglin, the intruder will not cause much trouble. Your only responsibility is to ensure your own safety. Do you understand?"

Wang Lilong's voice softened as he tousled the boy's hair.

"Yes, Uncle Lilong, we understand. Please be careful," the youth replied reluctantly.

"Haha! Don't worry. I may only be a second-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, but I'm more than capable of protecting myself," Wang Lilong said with a reassuring smile.

"Wang Zaixing," he continued, "as the eldest among the younger generation, protect your siblings well."

"I will, Uncle Lilong!" Wang Zaixing nodded solemnly.

With his instructions given, Wang Lilong summoned a spiritual longsword into his hand. His figure blurred as he shot toward the mountain gate, a streak of light cutting through the rain.

At the Wang family's mountain gate.

"Damn it! Damn it! How is this person so powerful?!"

A middle-aged rogue cultivator wielding a bronze bell artifact stared in terror at Yun Yanshui, who stood not far away, gripping his long spear.

He had witnessed Yun Yanshui tear through everyone who opposed him—unstoppable, unrelenting. His heart was gripped by a deep sense of dread.

"Immortal Zha is dead! Immortal Yu is dead!"

"Those were some of the most skilled cultivators of our Wang family!"

The rogue cultivator, Xu Yang, was one of the Wang family's trusted enforcers, responsible for safeguarding the ancestral grounds and instructing the younger spirit-root cultivators.

Earlier that day, Xu Yang had been teaching a group of young disciples when he was summoned to aid against an intruder. Initially, he hadn't thought much of it—after all, who would dare act recklessly within the Wang family's domain?

But when he arrived at the mountain gate, the sight of Immortal Zha, Immortal Yu, and numerous others lying dead was sobering.

Now, facing Yun Yanshui's overwhelming power, he fully understood the terror gripping the Wang family.

"The intruder is a Qi Refinement cultivator—and far beyond ordinary Qi Refinement," said a middle-aged female cultivator at Xu Yang's side. She wore a white robe and her hair was tied in a neat ponytail. Gripping her sword tightly, she took shelter within Xu Yang's bronze bell artifact, her expression grim.

"Indeed," Xu Yang murmured, his voice heavy with fear.

Hearing the female cultivator's words, Xu Yang nodded silently, though his heart was gripped by even greater unease and fear.

"Do you think Elder Lilong and the ancestor have arrived yet? This person is far beyond what we can handle. Against him, we are as fragile as paper—completely powerless to stop even a single strike. Only Qi Refinement cultivators of similar strength can hope to stand against him."

After a moment of silence, Xu Yang voiced his growing dread.

"With all this commotion at the mountain gate, Elder Lilong and the ancestor must have noticed by now. Until they arrive, we must do everything in our power to hold him off."

The middle-aged female cultivator tightened her grip on her sword. She was determined to rally the morale of those around her.

"We mustn't give up! If we succumb to despair now, death will be our only certainty."

"Hundred Battles Spear Art—Army Shattering Charge!"

Yun Yanshui's voice boomed like thunder as he hurled a Embryo Breath stage cultivator wielding a long blade to the ground with a sweeping strike of his spear.

His eyes, alight with fury, locked onto the remaining ten cultivators led by Xu Yang.

With a low shout, he raised his spear high and unleashed a strike of unimaginable force.

The terrifying spear energy surged forth like an army of gods and demons charging into battle, distorting the very air with its sheer power.

This strike was infused with Yun Yanshui's seething anger—a strike meant to annihilate every member of the Wang family, offering their lives as a tribute to Yun Yantian's spirit.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The overwhelming force of Yun Yanshui's attack struck terror into Xu Yang and his group. Their faces pale with fear, they scrambled to retreat, desperate to escape the spear's deadly arc.

But against a strike of such magnitude, no amount of speed could save them.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion shattered the stillness. The spear's energy tore through Xu Yang's prized defensive artifact, the Hundred Diagram Bell, as if it were paper.

The energy didn't stop there. It swept through the retreating cultivators, leaving them no chance to scream or resist.

The sheer force obliterated their bodies and souls, reducing them to ashes in an instant.

The devastating blast rippled outward, collapsing the surrounding palaces and pavilions near the mountain gate.

Dust and debris billowed into the sky, mingling with fragments of shattered tiles and wooden beams.

When the smoke and dust finally cleared, silence fell over the Wang family's mountain gate.

Standing amid the ruins, spear in hand, was Yun Yanshui.

All around him lay the mangled corpses of Wang family cultivators, their bodies soaked in a grisly mixture of mud, rain, and blood. The once-proud mountain gate had been reduced to a hellish wasteland.

High above, a streak of light cut through the rain—Wang Lilong, wielding his spirit sword, arrived at the mountain gate. His eyes widened as he took in the carnage below and the lone figure of Yun Yanshui standing amidst the devastation.

Without hesitation, Wang Lilong dove toward him, sword energy bursting forth in a fierce attack aimed directly at Yun Yanshui.

"Begone!"

Yun Yanshui roared, his voice infused with spiritual energy that rippled outward like a tidal wave.

The deafening sound scattered the pouring rain and shattered Wang Lilong's powerful sword energy mid-air.

The shockwave slammed into Wang Lilong's chest like a hammer. His ribs cracked audibly, and blood sprayed from his mouth as he plummeted to the ground.

Thud!

His body hit the muddy earth with a heavy crash. His face as pale as paper, he coughed up more blood, his strength rapidly waning.

Before Wang Lilong could even attempt to rise, a heavy foot slammed onto his chest, pinning him in place.

Yun Yanshui's icy voice thundered above him:

"Where is Wang Liyuan? WHERE IS HE?!"

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