Chapter 18

Blue Family, Yunshui City

Lan Xiuer lay on her chaise lounge, her eyes sharp and sinister as she glared at the ceiling, cursing Luo Tian incessantly in her heart.

"Xiuer, how are you feeling?"

Lan Meng pushed open the door and entered, his voice deep but filled with concern.

Lan Xiuer turned her head slightly and fixed her gaze on him. "Is the Luo family destroyed?"

Lan Meng's footsteps paused for a moment before he shook his head.

"What? Even the Sword Profound Sect and the Divine Martial King's Manor couldn't deal with them?" Lan Xiuer's voice was filled with disbelief, laced with urgency and anger.

It was common knowledge that the Sword Profound Sect and the Divine Martial King's Manor were immensely powerful entities. Together, they could sweep through any region without opposition.

"They… didn't take action," Lan Meng sighed.

"What?" Lan Xiuer was stunned, her voice rising sharply. "I am the heart's desire of the Divine Martial King's heir, the future princess consort of the Divine Martial King! How could he not avenge me?"

Lan Meng's tone was solemn. "The Sword Profound Sect claimed they were busy with an important matter and couldn't spare anyone. As for the Divine Martial King's Manor, they said the Divine Martial Guards are forbidden to leave the capital and cannot intervene directly."

Lan Xiuer was furious. "Impossible! They're brushing me off! I am the woman of the Divine Martial King's heir—how could they refuse to act for me?"

Seeing his daughter losing control, Lan Meng quickly interjected, "Xiuer, calm down. Although the Sword Profound Sect won't act directly, they've already informed a friend of your master. That person has promised to take care of the Luo family."

"My master's friend?" Lan Xiuer sneered. "That's revenge for my master, not me. I want Luo Tian dead! I want the entire Luo family dead! Not a single person in Bianbei City should be left alive!"

Lan Meng clenched his teeth and nodded. "Don't worry! I've already hired an assassin from the Ghost Fiend Hall at great cost. This assassin is in the eighth level of the Sky Traversing Realm—stronger than your master! Luo Tian won't escape this time!"

A cruel glint flashed in Lan Xiuer's eyes. "The eighth level of the Sky Traversing Realm? Not enough! Father, I have a Divine Martial Token given to me by the Divine Martial King's heir. With it, you can command a guest elder of the Divine Martial King's Manor in the Sky Traversing Realm. Take it and use it!"

Lan Meng's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "Excellent! With three Sky Traversing Realm experts taking action, Luo Tian doesn't stand a chance, no matter how extraordinary he is! I'll make the arrangements immediately!"

Taking the token, he rushed off.

Lan Xiuer watched his departing figure, her gaze icy and sinister. She gritted her teeth and muttered coldly, "Luo Tian, you dare cross me? I'll make sure you die a miserable death! Your entire family will pay the price!"

Meanwhile, on a desolate road thousands of miles away…

Luo Tian suddenly sneezed.

"Huh? Strange, am I catching a cold?" He muttered as he checked his body, finding everything in perfect condition.

"Meh, never mind." Luo Tian shook his head and turned his attention back to the map in his hand.

After leaving the Diming Sect, he was making his way to the Guiyuan Sect. However, his lack of sky traversal abilities made the journey excruciatingly slow.

"Ugh, poor planning! I should've kept that bird around," Luo Tian sighed, feeling a bit foolish.

Then, an idea struck him. "Wait, I have the Heavenly Dao Movement Technique! Can't I just teleport my way there?"

Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, Luo Tian activated the technique.

Although each teleportation only covered ten meters, the ample spiritual energy around him allowed him to use it continuously.

Before long, he had covered a hundred miles.

"Hmm, a hundred miles and my spiritual energy is depleted. This technique is really energy-intensive!" Luo Tian complained.

He immediately activated the Heavenly Dao Breathing Technique to recover his energy.

Boom!

Spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave toward Luo Tian, and in just seven breaths, his energy was fully restored.

"Full! Let's keep going!" Luo Tian grinned and resumed his teleportation, flitting forward ten meters at a time.

Shortly after he left…

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several figures descended from the sky, arriving at the spot where Luo Tian had paused.

"Uncle-Master, what was that spiritual energy fluctuation just now?" A young disciple asked with a frown.

The middle-aged cultivator leading the group looked around with a grave expression. "It was likely a high-level practitioner using their energy here."

"A high-level practitioner?" The disciple smirked. "How high could they be? Surely not stronger than you, Uncle-Master?"

"They're likely far beyond me," the middle-aged cultivator said in a low voice.

"What?" The group was stunned.

Their Uncle-Master was a first-level Tongxuan Realm cultivator. Someone stronger than him would be…

The middle-aged Taoist scanned the surroundings, cupped his hands, and said solemnly, "I wonder which senior is cultivating here? Could you kindly show yourself?"

His voice echoed through the forest, sounding both respectful and cautious. However, the only response he received was the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

At this moment, Luo Tian had already teleported dozens of miles away.

The Taoist furrowed his brows, sighed regretfully, and said, "Since the fellow cultivator is unwilling to show themselves, I shall take my leave. Forgive my disturbance."

In his heart, he lamented: Judging by the spiritual energy fluctuations earlier, there must have been a supreme expert here. If I could form a connection with such a person, they might help my Guiyuan Sect weather the coming calamity... Alas, it seems it's not meant to be.

"It seems that my Guiyuan Sect cannot escape this disaster," the Taoist muttered softly, his gaze filled with worry.

Turning to his disciples, he instructed with a firmer tone, "Let's go. We must return to the sect by tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

The disciples immediately straightened their postures, stifling their earlier playful attitudes. Together with the middle-aged Taoist, they rode their magical artifacts and transformed into streaks of light, vanishing into the horizon.

A hundred miles away, in a dense mountain forest—

Boom!

A towering ancient tree crashed to the ground, its crown slamming into the earth and shaking the surrounding vegetation.

Luo Tian emerged from beside the fallen tree, rubbing his forehead with a helpless expression. "Ugh... teleporting into a tree? Let's call this a misstep."

He had been so focused on traveling quickly that he hadn't noticed the obstacle ahead, colliding headfirst into the giant tree.

"Looks like teleportation isn't a perfect solution. I need to be more careful," Luo Tian muttered as he brushed the leaves off his clothes. Pulling out his map, he examined it closely.

After a moment, he frowned and muttered, "Something's not right. The Guiyuan Sect doesn't seem to be in this direction... Where should I go?"

Pointing randomly in a direction, he declared, "It should be that way."

Before the words finished echoing, he disappeared again, teleporting further away. Unfortunately, the direction he chose was entirely opposite to the path of the Taoist and his group.

A few hours later, at a monster lair—

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the lair collapsed, sending dust billowing into the air. Dozens of Spirit Transformation Realm monsters huddled together, trembling in fear as they stared at the human who had barged in and destroyed their home.

Luo Tian surveyed the ruins around him, his expression darkening. "Another wrong turn? Where is the Guiyuan Sect?!"