NOVEL NEXT Chapter 286: Sky-Mending Hand, Sneak Attack_2
"Brother Meng, run away quickly!"
Someone said this; the Muyu Mini World had three exits, one Nascent Soul. No matter how strong Meng Yu was, facing a Nascent Soul meant a certain death. Yet, there was still a two-thirds chance of escape, but now one exit had already disappeared.
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Meng Yu frowned as he looked on, and not long after, an anomaly happened at a barrier in the southeast, where the entrance was sealed!
The Nascent Soul Master had acted, preparing for the final battle.
"Don't worry, three exits, blocking two is a good tactic, but the third, Eternal Night Palace can't achieve that," Meng Yu said as he picked up his teacup and sighed.
The half-dimension belonged to the Cultivation World, restricting entry and exit was possible, but completely blocking it off was another matter.
"But..."
Someone wanted to say something.
With three exits, two being sealed meant that the only gap was guarded by a Nascent Soul from the Eternal Night Palace. What tricks could Meng Yu possibly have to escape when the time came?
Moreover, with only a few hundred miles in radius, a full sprint by a Foundation Building Cultivator would take just one day. Once the 20,000-strong Cultivator Legion covered every corner, Meng Yu would have no way to escape.
"Meng Yu, surrender now!"
Someone was shouting loudly.
"Surrender and you will not die!"
Someone else shouted even more arrogantly.
...
A group of people were watching the scene inside through the Water Mirror Technique, having spent a great deal of effort to seal the two exits, wasting resources painfully.
"A terrifying monster has entered the Muyu Mini World!"
"Fight to the death, repay the sect!"
"Don't act rashly, do not disturb the mood of the Demon King."
"Let's get along well, delaying is wise..."
Eternal Night Palace initially thought, with Meng Yu cornered like a dog in an alley, that he had burst into the Muyu Mini World, but these past few days had been strange. Meng Yu leisurely wandered around the Mini World without setting up any defenses — not that he wasn't building them, but he had simply laid out the formations hastily and carelessly, nothing like the meticulous care of that day (Mirror Twelve was not present).
The Golden Cores outside from Eternal Night Palace were puzzled, even the Nascent Soul Master found it strange. What exactly did Meng Yu want to do?
A mere Foundation Builder, to have tormented Eternal Night Palace to this extent, was truly speechless.
Suddenly, a streak of light flew by, a Flying Sword brought news.
20,000 Cultivator Legion, plus five Golden Cores, five warships, always mysterious, reasons unknown!
Including distress signals, none at all!
It felt like a bucket of ice water poured from head to toe, even for the Nascent Soul Master of Eternal Night Palace, his expression drastically changed.
If he led a group of people, defeating this grand army was no issue, but the method of not letting a single person go, annihilating all, he couldn't do it.
He couldn't do it at all.
What had happened?
...
Muyu Mini World.
After bidding farewell to everyone, Meng Yu returned to his station.
It was a site where Spirit Veins converged, surrounded by mountains and water. On it, Meng Yu had laid out a Positive and Negative Five Elements Formation. Calculating the time, the Cultivator Legion from Eternal Night Palace should have arrived, just not sure to what extent had Mirror Twelve achieved?
This time, to cope with a mass battle, Meng Yu had brought over two hundred Second Order Combat Puppets from the Immortal Sect.
Puppets, Corpse Refinement, manipulation, Gu Art, Shadow Demons, and other good things from outside the domain were variously prohibited by the Immortal Sect, so honestly, these two hundred Combat Puppets, Meng Yu could only say, were barely usable.
Household puppets were fine for everyday chores, but for real combat, the satisfaction was indescribable, like the Combat Puppet currently in front of Meng Yu, made of expensive materials, each costly enough to cultivate several Foundation Building Cultivators, but their combat effectiveness was mediocre, perhaps only at the third or fourth level of Foundation Establishment.
Meng Yu distributed these puppets across several Formation nodes, and at that moment, he furrowed his brow.
Over three hundred cultivators from the Eternal Night Palace, both those at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation levels, stormed into the Minor World, heading towards him!
Wasn't this sending themselves to their deaths?
...
Jin Yanyun held his sword, cursing the Golden Core Master who had sent them in.
Just moments ago, for some unknown reason, the Sect's Golden Core Masters had gone mad, telling them to charge in and fight Meng Yu.
Jin Yanyun thought the Golden Core Masters were joking, but he understood they were serious when a comrade was slapped.
With just thirty-two at Foundation Establishment and one hundred and forty-three at Qi Cultivation, how were they supposed to fight Meng Yu?
Yet, when the favorite disciple of Third Uncle raised an objection and tried to argue, his head was severed with a sword, and everyone else shut their mouths.
Although they did not know what had happened, they could sense that something was off.
The Sect needed to verify immediately whether Meng Yu was still in the Minor World and then take action!
Jin Yanyun's gaze fell on an inconspicuous disciple; Third Uncle, a Golden Core Master, had suppressed his cultivation and disguised himself as a common disciple to blend in. He told himself that during the fight, he would ambush Meng Yu and use a real treasure to kill him!
In the distance, some onlooking orthodox Sect disciples watched curiously, wondering why everyone was rushing to their deaths.
Alright, Jin Yanyun was ready. The group charged in and then… huh, where was Meng Yu?
He had thought that Meng Yu would charge over and battle everyone, forming a Sword Array with over two hundred people while Third Uncle ambushed, but why couldn't he find Meng Yu, only about a dozen puppets?
He felt the danger.
...
Meng Yu was very nervous, his alertness raised to its highest, especially since Mirror Twelve was not by his side.
When something is abnormal, there must be a demon at work.
When over two hundred people stormed into the Second-Order Minor World, others mocked them for overestimating themselves; however, Meng Yu felt a strong sense of caution surge in his heart.
This was determined by his personal experiences.
In the Immortal Sect, he was as cautious as a rabbit while pillaging, fighting desperately only in the Qingye Small World, and in other minor worlds, he mostly opted for quick battles. As for small-scale challenges, he would avoid them whenever possible.
Do not treat your enemies as fools; when you think they are fools, you become the fool in their eyes.
The enemies charged in unreasonably, and Meng Yu hid.
He was in a place prepared in advance, a large hollowed-out stone. He squeezed into a crevice and watched as over two hundred enemies roughly destroyed the Positive and Negative Five Elements Formation, wreaking various havoc and even dispersing their formation, creating many flaws.
By then, he could have charged out and killed all the enemies without leaving any survivors.
But, Meng Yu just wouldn't come out, hiding in the hollow stone, enduring various curses from those people.
It was very embarrassing and shameful, but Meng Yu did not care.
What he feared the most during his malpractices in the Immortal Sect was being besieged by a Death Squad, particularly with a Golden Core who had suppressed his cultivation among them!
Even with high cultivation or skilled martial skills, encountering a sneak attack by a Golden Core could be lethal, especially against a shameless villain like Mirror Twelve—he could never win.
A certain suspicion entered his mind, thrilling him immensely.
The enemy's forces included a hidden Golden Core, but the Golden Core was not safe!
Meng Yu's swordsmanship was extraordinary, but fighting alone against another Golden Core would generally end in a stalemate, as their hundreds of years of Sword Training were also at a divine mastery level.
But what if it was a Nascent Soul Master?
Being at the same Foundation Building level, if they hid among the troop and suddenly struck with a cold sword, could he withstand it?
Meng Yu's heart raced furiously. It was a pity that Mirror Twelve was not here; otherwise, this could definitely have been a deadly trap for the Eternal Night Palace. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
He wondered, for the Nascent Soul of the Eternal Night Palace to take such a risk, what exactly had happened?
Could it be that Mirror Twelve had played a major trick?
Suddenly, Meng Yu felt very impulsive. For instance, he had two hundred Combat Puppets in his Storage Bag, and he only needed one successful sword strike, hiding himself within a Wooden Puppet. His Storage Bag was full of talismans for ambushing.
A suppressed Nascent Soul entering the Minor World would be on a path to certain death if struck by a sword, and he would gain another honor of killing a Nascent Soul!