Free Web NovelChapter 303: Chapter 302: Reversing the Tempest, Spirit’s Horror
BOOM!
An earth-shattering roar!
The two walls of the wind disaster collided!
The pale-cyan Gang Wind violently ground against itself, the friction causing it to rapidly dissipate!
WHOOSH...
The meteorological cataclysm that should have annihilated the United Fleet...
...was forcefully reversed by Su Ye, and Su Ye alone!
WHOOSH...
A hush fell over the United Fleet.
No one spoke. The crew members stared blankly, their minds seemingly stolen away by the miraculous, world-turning reversal of the hurricane cyclone before them!
A moment later.
ROAR!!!
A tsunami of cheers erupted like thunder!
The entire United Fleet erupted. Most of the crew members couldn’t even form meaningful words, instead letting out high-pitched, cathartic screams!
The fear of the disaster, the relief of a narrow escape from death, the sudden relaxation of being safe...
All these intense emotions transformed into something that could only be called passion, crashing like a tsunami through their psychological thresholds and plunging them into a frenzy!
And in this frenzied state...
...the proud silhouette in the sky, cloaked in a black robe and confronting the wind disaster, was seared deeply into the minds of every cultivator in the United Fleet!
"Mr. Su!"
"Mr. Su! Mr. Su! Mr. Su!"
At this moment, throughout the United Fleet, whether they were from Weiyuan Immortal City or the Cyan Profound Sect, all the cultivator crew members were shouting his name with genuine, fanatical fervor!
The roaring cheers came in wave after wave!
"Su Ye..."
’He reversed the wind disaster?’
Aboard the United Fleet, at the prow of a Weiyuan-class Spiritual Ship, Tianhe stood motionless, his expression stunned.
At the same time, his Divine Sense stirred, listening to the waves of cheers that rose from the fleet.
He paid special attention to the fanatical cheers from the cultivators of the Cyan Profound Sect, who were screaming at the top of their lungs.
An indescribably complex expression crept onto Tianhe’s face.
’Cheers?’
For him, such cheers were nothing new.
A century ago, before Patriarch Qingxuan passed away,
every time he took action, displaying the might of his Golden Core to secure benefits for the sect, he would be met with these same cheers upon his return to Jade Dew Island.
Recalling the past, a trace of melancholy flickered across Tianhe’s face.
Once upon a time, he had been one of those cheering in the crowd, passionately celebrating the Patriarch’s victories.
That atmosphere of unity and jubilation... Even now, the memory was still deeply moving.
’Unfortunately...’
’After Patriarch Qingxuan passed away, the sect fell into internal strife.’
’It fractured into pieces, its members fighting amongst themselves. Not a single Zhenren since has been able to inspire such unified cheers from the sect’s cultivators as the Patriarch once did...’
’And now...’
Tianhe looked up, gazing at Su Ye’s back, a helpless, bitter smile touching his lips.
Someone capable of inspiring such unified cheers had appeared again.
However, he wasn’t even a cultivator from the Cyan Profound Sect!
Thinking of this, Tianhe couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of unease.
But he also knew there was nothing to be done about it.
After all, in this world, the concept of ’respect the strong’ had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, becoming a cultural brand seared into the very marrow of all cultivators!
With the power Su Ye had displayed, it was only natural for him to gain such widespread support!
SIGH...
’This... isn’t so bad, I suppose.’
’At least we didn’t become his enemies...’
Tianhe tried to find some comfort in his bitterness, consoling himself.
After all, Su Ye’s rise was already unstoppable!
’Perhaps... if our sect aligns with him, we might one day truly be able to return to the Central Sea Region?’
Tianhe mused.
A sense of anticipation bloomed in his heart.
...
But while Tianhe was lost in thought, at that very same moment...
「A thousand li away at Dingfeng Port.」
...the mood among the Spirit Control Sect cultivators was anything but pleasant.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Jueying roared hysterically.
He stared intently at the image displayed on the projection wall, his eyes wide with horror and shock, nearly bulging out of their sockets!
"He stopped the wind disaster?"
"He stopped the wind disaster?!"
Jueying repeated the question neurotically, yanking hard at his hair. Strands of it were caught between his fingers.
He even tore out a small, bloody patch of scalp.
Beside him, Phantom Zhenren’s mouth twitched. She turned her head away unnaturally, silent as a cicada in winter.
"How is this possible?!"
Jueying had completely lost his composure, his face a mask of utter disbelief!
’How could this be happening?’
’I’m seeing ghosts!’
’After all, given the world-destroying power the wind disaster had displayed...’
’...to reverse it, to do something like this... one would need a Golden Core cultivation level, at the very least, right?!’
’Could it be...’
’...that the Cyan Profound Sect really did, without a sound, cultivate a Golden Core Zhenren?!’
’Is that the source of their confidence to invade the Spirit Control Sect?!’
"Impossible!"
"This is absolutely impossible!"
At this thought, Jueying’s expression turned ugly, as if he’d just swallowed a green bottle fly. His face was ashen!
Chengying’s complexion was slightly better than his, but a look of shock still flickered in his eyes.
The impact of the scene before him was staggering.
His withered, bark-like cheeks twitched and trembled.
SIGH... Chengying let out a turbid breath.
He began to analyze the situation calmly.
"I don’t think it’s a Golden Core..."
"The commotion from a Golden Core Tribulation is immense. It’s impossible for our intelligence network to have not received any news of it!"
"But... what method did they use?"
Chengying’s brow was tightly furrowed.
Limited by the distance and the turbulent Spiritual Qi surging near the wind disaster,
the Spirit Control Sect’s observation buoys lacked sufficient precision.
Many details were impossible to make out clearly.
Thus, the two Four Shadow Elders of the Spirit Control Sect could only sit in the cavern, deep in thought, their expressions incredibly grim.
They pondered what methods the Cyan Profound Sect could have used.
But just then.
"Um..."
The reserved Phantom Zhenren, who had been standing to the side, cautiously raised her hand.
"What is it?!" Jueying snapped, his expression sour.
"Ngh..."
"N-nothing!"
Phantom Zhenren panicked and quickly waved her hands.
But then, after a moment’s hesitation, she decided to voice her discovery after all.
She felt it was extremely important.
"It’s just..."
"The two of you, Seniors, look..."
Her finger pointed at the projection wall.
One could see that the colliding walls of the wind disaster hadn’t canceled each other out and dissipated!
Instead, after wearing each other down partially,
they had merged into a new hurricane cyclone!
"What about it?" Jueying frowned.
"Seniors, don’t you think..."
"...that this hurricane cyclone..."
"...seems to be... heading toward Dingfeng Port?"
"Huh?!"
