Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1492: Chapter 612: Nanming Village’s Counterattack

Thunder Platform.

The Red Robe Guest hovered in mid-air, gradually revealing himself.

His face was expressionless, looking down from on high. As soon as he appeared, it immediately triggered a commotion below, and soon, cultivators from the Thunder Cloud Society flew up to confront him.

The Red Robe Guest’s expression was cold and very direct: "Your Thunder Cloud Society supported the Flowing Gold Guest to cause trouble for Ning Zhuo from my village. Stop pretending to be innocent."

"In that case, take this cloud of red."

"If you withstand it, consider this grievance settled."

After saying this, he didn’t wait for a response and directly waved his hand, unleashing a cloud of blood from his sleeve.

Initially, the blood cloud was just a red glow, but after a few breaths, it expanded into an endless sea of red.

The fire within the cloud surged, like a thousand blood-red lotuses blooming at once, or like a red river suspended in the sky, carrying a scorching, fishy wind, pressing mightily toward the Thunder Cloud Association’s stronghold.

The alarm bells rang out on the Thunder Platform, and the surrounding Lightning Avoidance Copper Pillars roared in unison.

The formation activated, pulling forth strands of purple-black thunder, layering them to form an inverted Thunder Bell. On the bell’s surface, electric arcs danced like dragons and serpents, and thunder patterns crisscrossed densely, as if a Heavenly Tribulation had been trapped inside.

The Red Robe Guest stood high in the sky, gazing coldly down, his robe sleeves billowing, his black hair blown backward by the fiery wind.

Their resistance excited him, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile.

The next moment, he pressed down with a palm, causing the blood cloud to crash against the great array of the Thunder Platform as if the Heavenly River had breached its banks.

Boom!

Red Fire and Purple Thunder exploded in mid-air.

The first layer of the thunder curtain was burnt red by the blood cloud, like thin paper licked by a fiery tongue. The cultivators of the Thunder Cloud Association were shocked and hastily activated their array plates. The second and third layers of the thunder curtain lit up, with countless purple lightning entwined into chains, emerging from the depths of the formation to bind the blood cloud in return.

The Red Robe Guest laughed loudly: "You dare to show off such a bit of thunder in front of me?"

He stepped forward, and nine red fire hands suddenly stretched out from within the blood cloud, with sinister fingers and burning symbols in their palms, all grabbing toward the main gate of the Thunder Platform.

But at that moment, a loud bell sound suddenly erupted from the depths of the Thunder Platform.

The phantom of the Thunder Bell abruptly shrank, swallowing the blood cloud and the Red Robe Guest within it!

From the outside, only the sudden surge of thunderlight and the abrupt vanishing of the blood cloud could be seen.

For a moment, there was astonishment in all directions.

"The Red Robe Guest has been swallowed!"

"The stronghold’s great array of the Thunder Cloud Association is indeed extraordinary. That’s a Nascent Soul Cultivator!"

On the Thunder Platform, Lei Wangyue’s face was cold and severe, his hands clenched tightly on the array plate, and the thunderlight from his sleeves burned his arms black. He gritted his teeth and urged the formation, causing ten thousand thunders to fall within the Thunder Bell, vowing to completely suppress the Red Robe Guest.

Ten breaths.

Twenty breaths.

Thirty breaths.

The blood cloud remained unseen.

Just when everyone thought the Red Robe Guest had been trapped to death by the formation, a wild laugh suddenly came from deep within the Thunder Bell.

The laughter started muffled, then grew louder and louder, like a subterranean volcano breaking through the mountains, or like a sea of blood rising from the Thunder Pool.

"Exhilarating!"

Rumble!

A corner of the Thunder Bell suddenly bulged and then split open with a scarlet fire line.

The fire line grew thicker and thicker, and the blood cloud spewed out from the crevice. The Red Robe Guest was charred all over, half his red robe shattered, a hideous thunder scar on his chest with flesh rolled open, yet he still held his head high as he strode out.

The blood cloud behind him was tattered, but still blanketed the sky.

As soon as he emerged, he backhanded a palm, causing the phantom of the Thunder Bell to sway three times.

The Red Robe Guest stood tall and proud, with the eyes of a tiger surveying the surroundings, unnoticed swallowing a mouthful of blood.

His scarlet eyes swept across the gathered cultivators, and he grinned fiercely: "The Thunder Cloud Association, is just like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thunder Platform collapsed with a roar.

Amidst the clamor of the watching cultivators, the Red Robe Guest rode the red cloud arrogantly away.

Lei Wangyue and the others stood with iron-blue faces, watching the Red Robe Guest leave arrogantly, remaining in place, choosing not to pursue.

Mu Yuehua personally delivered a visit letter to a tea pavilion of the Green Tea Society.

After a moment of silence, the doors of the tea pavilion opened, and several female cultivators with cold gazes and fake smiles welcomed Mu Yuehua inside.

Within the tea pavilion, the shadows of bamboo sparsely dotted, and clouds and springs wound around the steps.

Ye Qingming personally set the tea, the teacups were only three inches, with celadon glaze, and the tea broth clear as spring water, the fragrance gentle, like wisps of warm wind from a woman’s hair, silently infiltrating the heart spirit.

The tea fragrance had begun.

This fragrance does not harm, does not trap, only soothes the mind, softens the divine sense, gradually dissolving defenses. Those entering the formation often reveal three parts of their secrets in conversation before realizing something is amiss.

Mu Yuehua sat upright, her moon-white sleeves falling before her knees, her expression calm.

Ye Qingming said softly: "Little Fellow Daoist Mu, please enjoy the tea."

Mu Yuehua looked down at the tea.

A trace of silver-white flame danced from her fingertips.

The fire was like cold dew under the moon, cold yet not stiff, mysterious yet not dark.

As it fell into the teacup, the tea broth didn’t boil, yet the fragrance suddenly congealed into a layer of frost. Frost patterns spread across the tea surface, forcing the invisible tea fragrance out thread by thread.

Ye Qingming’s eyes flickered slightly, a stir in her heart: "Taiyin Fire Seed?"

The tea fragrance was refined by the cold fire, turning into faint white smoke threads, suspended above the teacup.

Mu Yuehua extended her hand to gather this wisp of smoke fragrance into her palm. Her gesture formed a fist, rubbing briefly before leisurely opening.

Her slender fingers, in her cold moon-like palm, there was already a delicate little pill.

"I also have a tea pill, I invite Senior Ye to appraise it."

As she spoke, she tilted her hand, and the delicate tea pill fell into the tea, dissolving quickly.

The color of the tea water swiftly changed, forming a faint silver glow, exuding a chill.

A flash of surprise crossed Ye Qingming’s eyes. Meanwhile, the female cultivators beside her could not conceal their shock, all of them showing astonished expressions.