Episode 60

  The fan-shaped artifact wielded by Zhou Linfeng was a banner called the Golden Banner, which was a high-priced item acquired by the Qingyuan Gate. It was easy to use and had considerable power, making it suitable for initial-stage cultivators. Such artifacts were rare in the Qingyuan Gate, and this one was given to meritorious disciples as a reward. However, it was no match for the Nine-You Ghost Banner of the other sect.

  Despite Zhou Linfeng's efforts, the Golden Banner only managed to conjure up a few gusts of wind that were blown away by the dark mist emanating from the ghost banner. The two cultivators clashed, their movements swift and fierce. The Golden Banner created a whirlwind that resembled a dragon, but it was no match for the ghost banner's dark sword.

  Zhou Linfeng's face turned pale, and his hand trembled as he held the artifact. He seemed on the verge of collapse. Yu San Chuan also struggled to maintain his footing, his eyes wide with fear, and a faint trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

  Suddenly, the ghost banner emitted a burst of dark mist that enveloped the area, causing the Golden Banner's wind to dissipate. The two cultivators disappeared from view, and the onlookers retreated several hundred feet to avoid being affected by the battle.

  The cultivators outside the battlefield used their divine senses to observe the situation within the dark mist. They saw that Zhou Linfeng's Golden Banner was still flapping wildly, but it no longer had any wind condensed around it. On the other hand, Yu San Chuan's ghost banner sword continued to attack with ease, and the yellow whirlwind dragon created by the Golden Banner was broken and dispersed, unable to reform.

  "Zhou Linfeng is in danger!"

  "Brother Linfeng, come on! Don't lose the prestige of our Qingyuan Gate!"

  "Right! Come on! Come on!"

  Zhou Linfeng heard this and, summoning his last bit of strength, let out a loud roar:

  "Ten thousand swords follow one's heart, swift!"

  As soon as the words were spoken, a loud noise erupted from the golden banner, and an opening appeared at the edge of the fan. From it flew hundreds or thousands of silver arrows, whistling through the dark wind, sweeping and striking, heading towards the Xuan Ghost Banner and Yu San Chuan! However, after Zhou Linfeng used this magic technique, his face had lost all color, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground without getting up. He struggled to hold up his head, staring fixedly at where Yu San Chuan was standing.

  Yu San Chuan was also not easy at that time, his ghost banner was powerful and limitless, but it was just barely enough to condense the yuan. Although he was only half a step away from condensing the yuan, operating this object was like a child holding a hammer, the hammer was too big for him, and the power was insufficient, how could he accomplish anything? This banner was indeed extraordinary, but it was not an exaggeration! The thousand arrows came rushing in, surging and rolling! The momentum was so great that even the high-ranking cultivators on the scene were shocked! And then the ghost head was swallowed by Yu San Chuan's open mouth. It was not enough to make him flinch, under his powerful ability, it was like a knife cutting through his body, causing unbearable pain. In a panic, he couldn't stop urging the Taiyi Xuan Shen Jue and operated the Golden Body Jue to its extreme, barely enduring the attack of the mysterious power. Chang Er was worried to the extreme, but there was nothing she could do, this Yu San Chuan wouldn't listen to her advice anyway. She could only secretly send out a strand of her divine consciousness to protect him, and also feared that it would attract heavenly thunder and great calamity, so she didn't dare use her magical powers, and just pretended to cultivate with Yu San Chuan.

  In the midst of the struggle, the subtle sensation was so intense that even the changes in the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy were as clear as day. It was known that the power of the Xuan Gui banner was truly unfathomable and profound. The scattered Xuan force actually mobilized the heavenly and earthly spiritual energy from all directions to gather like a tongue sword, lightly and cleverly breaking through the high-ranking law enforcement tool, the Golden Banner!

  Qingyuan Gate's Zhou Linfeng shot another half of his arrows towards Hai Tian Ge's Yu San Chuan. Yu San Chuan saw this and showed a fearful expression. On one hand, he continuously chanted incantations, on the other hand, he swiftly waved his single hand, bringing out wave after wave of black protective divine light to meet the flying arrows. The rumbling sound didn't stop, those flying arrows, whenever they approached the black divine light, would collide and explode, disappearing, while the protective divine light also became increasingly dimmer. Yu San Chuan was greatly anxious, his face covered in sweat, suddenly his eyes flashed with a desperate color, then he let out a loud roar. The ghostly head heard the sound and grew longer, just for an instant it was as big as a building, opening its huge mouth like a door, taking a deep breath, Zhou Linfeng was as light as a swan feather, floating towards the giant mouth. Meanwhile, the countless arrows from before had already entered the giant mouth, leaving no trace!

  "Yu San Chuan! Do you really want to kill Lin Feng Shixiong?"

  Qingyuanmen's Chu Jin shouted loudly. Yu Sanchuan was taken aback by the words, his incantation slowed down, and the ghost's head also slowed down. However, Yu Sanchuan's eyes flashed with a fierce gaze again, his incantation became more urgent, and when it stopped, he suddenly pointed at Zhou Linfeng and shouted:

  Hurry!

  At this time, Zhou Linfeng already knew that the disciple of Haitian Pavilion was going to take his own life! He also shouted loudly:

  "Life and death are intertwined! Fine, we'll go together then... BOOM!"

  As soon as the voice fell, the golden banner that was shaking in mid-air suddenly exploded. At this time, the ghost head was also approaching Zhou Linfeng who was rising steadily! Just in time to see Qingyuanmen's Chu Jin making a big shout and rushing towards the battle group, greatly shocked.

  "It's courting death to do so! Alas, if only I had accepted that ghostly flag, I could have saved this acquaintance." No sooner had he thought this than the ghostly flag on the other side let out a faint hum and suddenly vanished.

  "Kamihata! My Kamihata!"

  Boom!

  "Ah! ... Ah yeah!"

  A burst of voices almost simultaneously sounded, followed by two loud crashes. In the arena, two figures fell to the ground, their bodies covered in blood. One lay motionless, while the other slowly got up, looking astonished. On both sides, over a dozen people rushed forward, shouting in surprise. After a moment, someone on one side spoke:

  "Although San Chuan's injuries are severe, fortunately there is no threat to his life!"

  Yu Ping's body shook again, and Yu Sancai sat up and said:

  "Somebody has taken away the object flag, somebody has taken away the divine flag! Quick! Quick! ........"

  He fell into a coma and died again.

  "What! The Divine Banner? The Divine Banner is lost? Who? Who stole the Divine Banner of my Sea Sky Pavilion? If it's returned at this moment, all will be forgiven! If it's been found by a certain family, humph!"

  "Yu San Chuan, shall we end our duel here?"

  "Hmph! You've injured Third Brother San Chuan, and stolen the divine treasure of my Hai Tian Ge. Do you think it's that easy to just end things with a single sentence? Wait until I get back and see the high moves of Eldest Brother Zhou!"

  A faint, ethereal voice drifted over, not loud but enough to make everyone in the area feel as if they had been struck by lightning, with layer upon layer of chill rising from the bottom of their hearts. The crowd stared at the cultivators on the side of the Sea Sky Pavilion, a white-clad figure emerged, her beauty was extraordinary, her demeanor was like that of a goddess, and she walked out with an elegant gait.

  "Ah! It's actually Brother Ben Lei! My skills are weak, like a mayfly, how dare I shake a big tree?! I just admit defeat!"

  "How can you talk about defeat without even trying?"

  This person walked along, and under his feet, golden clouds gradually emerged. Step by step, he stepped on the clouds and rose up, gradually getting higher and higher. By the time he reached the Qingyuan Gate, where various cultivators were gathered, he was already standing at a height of tens of meters above the cloud heads. His eyes shone with gentle divine light as he looked down and gazed around at Zhou Linfeng and the other cultivators:

  "Return the divine flag and you ten can fight against my hundred, how is that?"

  "Brother Ben Lei, I couldn't withstand your triple attack. This is clear to both of us! It's just that we really didn't take that divine banner!"

  "Alright! Alright! Alright! I won't make it difficult for you all, you all have one incense stick's time to return the divine flag, and then choose one person to receive my one-layered power in just one move!"

  "Brother Ben Lei's mastery of the Crowned Fist style is unmatched, all the other cultivators from our Qing Yuan sect have already admitted defeat, why must you continue to press him so bitterly?"

  "Who is this junior fellow? Forgive me for being blind."

  "I am Chu Jin of Qingyuan Gate!"

  "Alright! Since you've said so, let's see how you two can work together to take on one of my moves!"

  "Brother Ben Lei is pressing step by step, could it be that our Qingyuan Gate is afraid? Fight then fight! It's just that we didn't take your divine banner, and neither did we have the ability to take your divine banner! You lost the banner but came to ask us instead."

  "Alright! You, Qingyuan, and the ten or so people below you, come at me all at once! Just take my three moves, life or death doesn't matter! Don't even mention defeating me, if you can just hold out against my three moves, I'll consider myself defeated!"

  Brother Ben Lei's demeanor was calm and composed, his speech warm and elegant, unhurried and unruffled. At this moment, he stood atop a cloud. A gentle breeze rustled his clothes, making him seem like an immortal.

  "We shall fight for Qingyuan Gate, charge!"

  One repair loudspeaker.

  Qingyuan Gate's cultivators quickly formed a battle array, standing back-to-back in pairs, forming a solid defensive formation to await the arrival of the three lightning strikes.

  Insufficiently facing Chū Jìn, looking back at the past, but seeing him also looking towards himself, his resolute and determined expression seemed to bid farewell. Chū Jìn's skills were ordinary, although he had only known Insufficient for a short time since meeting with Qián ér, yet he already considered Insufficient as a friend. In his heart, Insufficient also held good feelings, but at the same time felt ashamed. At this moment, seeing his expression like returning home, he knew that he was willing to stake his life for the honor and disgrace of their sect.

  "Clans that last for ten thousand years, sects that endure for a thousand years, nations that exist for a hundred years - which of them has not risen and fallen? These so-called gentlemen who teach people with grand righteousness, loyalty and honor as their names, yet beneath them, how many innocent souls have been wronged, how many loyal scholars have been killed! How many benevolent and righteous men have cast aside their lives, shed their hot blood to construct the right path. Is this truly the Way? In reality, is it any different from other dynasties, countries, sects, or schools?"

  Thoughts reached this point, not enough to frown and slightly shook his head, but Chu Jin's eyes had already shown a determined color, no longer paying attention to others, only staring tightly at Ben Lei.