Fubuki Island is an island and also a sect. It is listed as one of the three major righteous sects along with Qingliu Sword Sect and Tianyin Temple.
The cloud boat of Qingliu Sword Sect was moving slowly towards the island. The boat could see cherry blossoms as dense as snow on the island, but it could not move forward any further.
The disciples were surprised: "Why don't they go in? Have we cultivated in Qingshan City in vain?"
These disciples were all young people under a hundred years old, and it was their first time to participate in a sword-fighting competition. No one knew what was going on.
Wen Yun had read it in the thin booklet given by the ancestor of the Wan family. She explained softly: "The Chuixue Island is good at formations. I'm afraid this is to create problems for the disciples of other sects before entering the island."
Senior Sister Meng Ran nodded and said, "It is said that during the last sword-fighting competition hosted by our sect, a sword formation was set up in front of the mountain gate to allow non-sectarian cultivators to break in."
In short, as powerful and influential sects, everyone wants to dampen the arrogance of other sects.
It's a pity that sword cultivators are not familiar with formations. If everyone knew a little about formations, they would not spend a thousand spirit jades to hire someone to set up a formation for Yunzhou.
That’s a full one thousand top-grade spiritual jades!
Senior brothers Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong were both impatient. They laughed heartily and said, "Why should we be afraid of a mere formation? Can't we just fly over there with our swords?"
Even the gentle-looking Senior Sister Meng Ran had the same personality. She took Wen Yun’s arm and said, “Don’t be afraid, Junior Sister Wen. I’ll take you there.”
This group of swordsmen dressed in plain white shirts drew their swords at the same time. Several beautiful and murderous sword lights suddenly lit up on the cloud boat, attracting the attention of disciples from other sects in the surrounding area.
Senior Brother Zhu Erchong is the oldest and has the highest level of cultivation. He flew on his sword and rushed to the front, followed closely by several fellow disciples.
However, just as they were about to fly into Fubuki Island, an invisible barrier unfolded, and Zhu Erchong's sword hit it and sank into a swamp, unable to move. Even the sharp sword energy on the sword gradually dissipated.
Not to mention the other disciples whose cultivation was not as good as his, they were also defeated one after another. Everyone had to retreat back to the Yunzhou and think of another way.
On the Snow Blowing Island, several disciples sneered, "How ridiculous! This group of sword cultivators actually look down on our Snow Blowing Island's formations."
"Idiot." The boy sitting at the front was an androgynous boy. He opened his eyes lazily, glanced at him, and snorted with disdain.
Someone chuckled and pointed in another direction: "Look, Junior Brother Qian, if we talk about stupidity, the Jiang family's knife-wielding people are more stupid than the sword-wielding people."
Qian Lishen fiddled with the array plate in his hand and said leisurely, "They are all brainless."
The commotion caused by the Jiang family was no smaller than that caused by the Qingliu Sword Sect.
As the head of the four major surnames, the Jiang family is second only to the Qingliu Sword Sect in terms of martial power. Their family-inherited Jiang Family Eighteen Swords are as famous as the Qingyun Sword Technique and the Liulan Sword Technique of the Qingliu Sword Sect. It is said that each time the sword is chopped down, a layer of hidden power will be added. If one can perform eighteen swords in a row, one can split mountains and break seas.
Wen Yun lay on the edge of the cloud boat and looked at the group of sturdy men over there, and sighed: "Their arms are all thicker than my legs."
Ye Shubai, who was standing beside her, explained: "Knife techniques are different from sword techniques. They pursue stronger strength, so the muscles are particularly strong."
She stared at the group of hot Jiang family members and nodded appreciatively: "The sword cultivators are all quite handsome."
Ye Shubai replied calmly: "Cultivators only consider their cultivation, how can they look at their looks?"
Wen Yun smiled and replied, "I didn't look at the face, I looked at the figure. And if I really want to look at the face, the best-looking person is right next to me. Why should I look at those people playing with knives?"
In a blink of an eye, she changed her target again, waving her cedar wood wand with a smile on her face: "Look at the one with the longest legs and the biggest knife, he must be Jiang Si, the young master of the Jiang family written in the book!"
Ye Shubai said in a very cold voice: "Don't look at it anymore, go find a way to break the formation."
The one with the longest legs was indeed Jiang Si. He had his black hair tied up high and was wearing a neat outfit. He stood on the cloud boat carrying a big sword and stared at his brothers swinging their swords to cut the invisible barrier.
Seeing that the formation could not be broken, he smiled, raised the sword in his hand and shouted: "Stand back, let me do it!"
Jiang Si took a step with his long legs, the muscles on his arms burst out, and he performed a set of Jiang's Eighteen Swords like flowing water. Each sword was better than the last, and everyone around was dumbfounded.
"He has used his tenth sword strike. The Jiang family has produced an extraordinary young man in this generation!"
"Eleven knives, no, twelve knives!"
Jiang Si let out a long roar towards the sky, gritted his teeth, rushed forward and slashed three times in a row!
“Click—”
A faint sound of shattering was heard, and after using the fifteenth sword, the young man stepped into the Fubuki Island with his tall body and forcibly broke the formation!
He smiled and called out to the brothers behind him: "Come in quickly, my Jiang family is the first..."
However, before he could finish his words, a wave of spiritual power flashed by, and the shattered barrier actually restored itself, making it impossible for people outside to pass.
"This barbarian from the Jiang family actually let him in." Qian Li frowned and said gloomily, "Send someone to welcome him."
He held his chin with his hand and said weakly, "It's boring. It's really boring. There is not a single person who can really break the formation today."
"Three of the four major families have already come in. Let's not talk about that barbarian from the Jiang family. The Wan family is very considerate. They came to our Chuixue Island and even knew to give us generous gifts. Of course, we can't make things difficult for them."
"Master Qinghong of the Yu family hasn't arrived yet, and as for the Xie family..."
Hearing his fellow disciples mention the Xie family, Qian Lishen's face lit up with interest: "Only Xie Mi'an who came two days ago was a little smart and was able to see through the rules of my formation."
Someone below flattered: "But he only saw the pattern, but failed to break the formation. It's thanks to your generosity that you let him in, Junior Brother Qian."
He raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "That's right. Even an elder in the Divine Transformation Stage in the sect can't easily break this Spirit Absorbing Formation. These idiots are still far from it!"
The troops outside the island are still fighting.
The Buddhist practitioners from Tianyin Temple were the first to arrive. They had been chanting sutras by the formation for three days while beating wooden fish.
After hearing the news, Wen Yun couldn't help but wonder: "What are they trying to do by chanting at the formation? Are they trying to influence the formation to open on its own?"
Ye Shubai was flipping through a magic book at the moment. Hearing this, he explained to her without even looking up: "Most of the Buddhists in Tianyin Temple are ascetics who have tempered their invulnerable Arhat golden bodies. They chant scriptures to inspire faith and strengthen their bodies. I guess they are preparing to use their physical bodies to hit the spirit formation."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddhist cultivator over there put his hands together and rushed forward with his bare hands.
Wen Yun asked curiously, "The Jiang family's swords are indestructible, and the Arhat's golden body of Tianyin Temple is invulnerable to swords and knives. If Jiang Si's sword were to chop them, would it be able to cut through them?"
“…” Ye Shubai raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.
Wen Yun covered his lips and coughed softly: "I won't watch it anymore. I'm going to help my brothers find a way to break the formation."
On the cloud boat, the people from the Qingliu Sword Sect were still discussing how to break the formation.
Senior Brother Bao Pilong waved his sword and said, "We sword cultivators are no worse than the Jiang family's knife cultivators. Let's smash the formation into pieces!"
Even the taciturn Shen Xinghai couldn't stand listening to this doctrine. He frowned and reminded: "Brother Bao, we sword cultivators pursue speed rather than fierceness. Jiang Si chopped fifteen times before he broke a hole. We don't think we can cut it even if we use a full set of sword moves."
"Brother, what you said makes sense. So, in your opinion, what should we do?"
Facing a pair of curious eyes, Shen Xinghai said simply: "I don't know."
Senior Sister Meng Ran hesitated and said, "Although our swords are not as powerful as knives, if we all concentrate our stabs, even if we can't get everyone in, we can still send one or two people in first like the Jiang family did."
This proposal was approved by everyone. Shen Xinghai said in a deep voice: "Among us, Junior Sister Wen is the most skilled in swordsmanship. Why don't we let her take the lead and make a good start."
"Okay, Junior Sister Wen, come quickly... Hey, where is Junior Sister Wen?"
Wen Yun was standing at the very edge of the cloud boat, reaching out to touch the invisible barrier.
She has never practiced spiritual arrays, but she has studied magic arrays for hundreds of years.
"The sword energy did not dissipate when it touched it, but seemed to be sucked in. Moreover, after Jiang Si split it just now, it quickly returned to its original state."
The girl's hair was blown by the sea breeze and half covered her face, but she was unaware of it. She was just carefully feeling the strange formation in front of her, muttering the key points quickly.
"It absorbs spiritual energy to repair itself, so unless you can destroy the entire spiritual formation in one go, any attack in front of it will only feed back spiritual energy to it..."
"If I'm not mistaken, this is how it works. Interesting, very interesting!"
Wen Yun raised his hand and ordered without turning his head: "Give me paper and pen!"
The brothers behind him were startled, somewhat confused: "Junior Sister Wen..."
"Quiet!" Shen Xinghai said softly, "Junior Sister Wen is probably trying to break the formation."
Break the formation
Did the Qingliu Sword Sect teach formations
Even though they couldn't believe it in their hearts, everyone had seen her abilities during the inner sect competition, and they already had trust in this youngest girl.
Senior Sister Meng Ran quickly found a pen and paper and handed them over. Everyone held their breath and stood by to protect her.
The girl on the cloud boat was completely immersed in her own world. She was seen sitting on the ground, pressing the paper with her left hand and holding a pen with her right hand, quickly sketching symbols that no one could understand.
Shen Xinghai stared at the familiar hexagram array and subconsciously pressed his chest.
There was the piece of paper that Wen Yun had given it in the past, with a similar pattern drawn on it.
From time to time in the distance, various noises of broken formations could be heard, and the salty sea breeze blew in, carrying with it the sound of waves hitting the rocks.
The girl sitting on the ground seemed not to hear anything. She just frowned and kept sketching out mysterious lines one after another with her pen. There was clearly no fluctuation of spiritual power, but it strangely brought out a sense of the mystery of heaven and earth.
Those fair hands were already stained with ink without anyone noticing, and pieces of waste paper were thrown out one after another.
The sun, which was originally high above heads, gradually set. Except for Jiang Si, no one else was able to break into the formation!
Under the dim setting sun, Wen Yun's beautiful profile was reflected on the calm and windless sea.
"The sun corresponds to the fire, the moon corresponds to the water, and the two stars are symmetrical..."
Wen Yun muttered to himself, and finally his eyes became slightly cold.
Pick up the pen, make a hook, a stroke, and the final dot!
As the last ink dot fell, the magical elements between heaven and earth were instantly attracted and slowly gathered towards the paper.
Ye Shubai looked at the girl who was holding the pen and raising her eyebrows. Her black hair was flying against the setting sun. The moment she looked at him, the corners of her lips lifted up and she smiled wantonly and proudly.
Only he and she know.
She broke through!