Rise of the Wang Clan: Starting with a Portable Farm

Chapter 184: Canghai Sanren

Sha Dinshan gave a contemptuous smile and shook the spirit beast pouch at his waist. A two-headed python appeared in the air.

“A high-grade third-rank beast? When did the Burning Heaven Sect’s two-headed python advance?” Daoist Master Baili was shocked.

“Ah…”

A sigh came from the sky, and an old man in a gray robe appeared from the clouds.

He was Canghai Sanren, an independent Golden Core cultivator active in the Southern Sea. He had no sect, but had reached the late Golden Core stage and earned a considerable reputation.

He had made a deal with the Qingyuan Sect and had to intervene. He had planned to appear unexpectedly in the middle of the battle, but the balance of power had shifted, forcing him to show himself early.

“Fellow Daoist Canghai, do you really mean to interfere today and make an enemy of my Burning Heaven Sect?”

“Fellow Daoist Sha, I have my reasons. There’s no need to say more,” Canghai Sanren replied. After centuries of dangers in the Southern Sea, he did not fear a threat from a Golden Core sect.

Sha Dinshan gritted his teeth, unable to do anything about him.

Thunder cracked.

The heavenly lightning had finished gathering. A thick, dazzling bolt struck Qingyuan’s main peak.

Buildings on the peak were reduced to ruins. Through the dust, Du Guangchao could faintly be seen sitting cross-legged, holding a formation disk aloft with both hands. It blocked most of the lightning; a small part passed through the barrier and entered his body, tempering his flesh and True Essence.

He already possessed power beyond an ordinary Golden Core cultivator. Once the lightning had tempered the True Essence within him, he could become a true Nascent Soul cultivator.

“Attack!” Sha Dinshan struck. A Nascent Soul tribulation usually comprised five to ten bolts; the more a cultivator endured, the stronger they would become.

Canghai Sanren met the two-headed python. He had no intention of fighting it to the death and gradually lured it away as he fought.

Sha Dinshan signaled Wen Ruixin with a glance, and Wen gave the faintest nod.

Both sides moved at once, ten streaks of light racing forward.

Sha Dinshan had been facing Daoist Master Baili, but turned suddenly in mid-flight and charged at the Black Feather Eagle.

Wen Ruixin also abandoned Jin Heng. He drew a pair of gleaming golden shears and attacked the eagle.

They plainly meant to eliminate Qingyuan’s support first.

The Black Feather Eagle was already facing one Golden Core cultivator. With a late-stage and a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator joining the attack, even its great speed could not save it in time.

“No!” Daoist Master Baili’s expression changed, and he rushed after them.

A streak of fire cut across his path, forcing him to stop and defend.

Zhu Neng hovered opposite him, holding a spear wreathed in flames and staring coldly at him.

That brief delay made it too late to save the eagle.

Caught off guard by a deliberate attack, it had no time to react.

After a single exchange and a shrill cry, the eagle’s protective light broke apart. The three attackers killed it on the spot, tearing its massive body to pieces with their True Essence.

Blood rained from the sky.

The fight had taken no more than a breath.

The Black Feather Eagle, comparable to a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, was dead.

Daoist Master Baili stared in fury. Without the eagle, it would be even harder to hold the attackers back.

He swallowed a secret pill. His strength rose sharply, and he attacked Sha Dinshan and Wen Ruixin with renewed ferocity.

“A cornered beast’s struggle,” Sha Dinshan said coldly as he fought back.

The three battled fiercely. Air currents surged outward, explosions rang out, and the spiritual power of the Golden Core cultivators lit and heated the sky. Ripples appeared in the air, leaving the lower-ranked cultivators staring in astonishment.

The flying boat swayed. Wang Hao and the other Foundation Establishment cultivators fell silent. The Qingyuan elder had stopped advancing; no one wanted to rush to their death.

“So this is the power of the Golden Core realm…”

Even aboard the flying boat, Wang Hao felt fear deep in his soul. At first he could make out the distant battle, but as the fighters moved faster and the explosions and light grew denser, he could see only its general outline.

Another bolt of heavenly lightning struck. The formation disk in Du Guangchao’s hands shattered, and after two bolts his aura grew stronger still.

Just then, the two warships arrived. Hundreds of Burning Heaven Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators leaped from them and attacked Qingyuan’s formation. Beams of light from the warships struck the array as well.

Qingyuan’s cultivators used the array to fire spells back. Cultivators on both sides were wounded or killed.

“Look out! Retreat!” someone shouted on seeing a warship cannon turn toward their flying boat.

A beam struck the boat. Its protective barrier held only a moment before breaking.

Wang Hao’s heart lurched. He grabbed Wang Longyou and Li Derong and retreated as fast as he could, knocking several cultivators aside along the way.

An explosion tore the boat apart, and Wang Hao and the others fell toward the ground like meteors.

The impact left Wang Hao dazed, but his strong Divine Consciousness kept him from losing consciousness. He saw Wang Longyou and Li Derong nearby, hurried over and caught them.

As soon as they landed, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Burning Heaven Sect came after them.

A late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator on their side called for the survivors to gather. He was Qian Jiatao, a capable clan cultivator whom Wang Hao knew.

The situation was still uncertain; it was not yet time to flee. Wang Hao sent spiritual power into Wang Longyou and Li Derong to wake them, then moved to Qian Jiatao’s side.

“Attack!” Wang Hao shouted.

Seeing several more Burning Heaven Sect cultivators approach, Wang Hao sent a magical artifact at the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator blocking their path.

The group’s attacks struck him together. He was no Golden Core cultivator, and his ordinary defenses broke at once.

His body was torn into several pieces.

He had overestimated himself. Perhaps he had thought the survivors could no longer fight and hoped to seize their Storage Bags. Greed had cost him his life.

Wang Hao’s group hurried through secluded areas, using the Wicked Map to avoid demon beasts. The map could not show cultivators, however.

Not long after, a party of eight arrived in a flying boat and blocked their path.

“Take them!” their Burning Heaven Sect leader ordered.

Wang Hao looked around. Apart from this party, he could see no other enemies. They had to defeat them to escape.

He stopped holding back.

He brought out his magical artifacts and spirit beasts.

He used the Spirit-Splitting Cone against a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

“Die!”