The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 145 The Messenger's Lightness Skill

After the lightning current formed, it instantly enveloped the dark-skinned man. Then, a faint, thin thread appeared in the old man's hand on the morning meditation platform.

"Go down there and have some fun!" The withered old man thought to himself, and a purple humanoid ball of light suddenly flashed across the old tree on the rock wall above his head.

The purple light carried dry, fallen leaves from hundreds of meters in the air as they plummeted down the mountain, creating a trail of piercing sound waves.

"Ah~...!" The wind howled in his ears, and the black-shadowed man in the purple light felt dizzy. His screams of terror echoed incessantly in the quiet valley below Qiaojian Peak, which was shrouded in darkness.

"Hiss~!" Just as they sheathed their swords and landed beside the charred old tree, Leng Ning Shuang and Xiang Qiu Bai's pupils shrank, their eyes drawn to the purple lightning thread on the withered old man's right index finger.

"What incredible power of control!" Back at his front door, the white-robed man ran to the edge of the morning meditation platform with shining eyes, staring at the thin strand of lightning that stretched hundreds of meters downwards.

"Huh?" The woman in white looked somewhat surprised and stepped forward to carefully touch the lightning wire with her fingertip.

To their surprise, the purple lightning, which had lost its original violent and aggressive nature, had miraculously acquired a strong elasticity!
"Ah~...! Again?" The lightning net suddenly stopped shaking. Before the man who had fallen into the valley and was spinning around could even breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp, piercing gust of wind suddenly blew past his ears.

Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning surged back up from the valley floor at an even more incredible speed than when it fell, causing the dark figure within to scream in terror.

"Thump...!" The purple lightning bolts contracted rapidly, and the terrified black figure landed on the platform with a thud. Judging from the scream, the fall was obviously quite severe.

"It really is you!" The withered old man raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Even as the other person was muttering, Ling Weiyun's clone noticed that the voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. After thinking about it carefully, he finally remembered.

At that moment, his lightning attack had already closed in on the shadowy figure. Using the faint light of the lightning, he finally saw the other's face, confirming Feng Ling's suspicions.

"Elder Ling, why get so angry!" The lightning and net turned into energy and dissipated. Looking closely at the face of the man who stood up and smirked, who else could it be but Yu Lu!

This guy had actually been here for a long time. Back when the withered old man and Xiang Qiubai had their conflict, he had already noticed the sounds of fighting on Wu Ye's morning cultivation platform.

Driven by intense curiosity about the battle between the core disciples, and assuming that Wu Ye was safe at Qiaojian Peak, Yu Lu slipped away alone, following the sounds of fighting.

When Yu Lu arrived, he realized that the battle was not a friendly sparring match at all, but a conflict. Just as he was about to show himself and stop it,

Suddenly, an aged face turned and came into view, causing Yu Lu to stop what he was doing. Instead, he smiled and revealed a look of anticipation.
"Yu Lu Messenger, what are you doing sneaking around like this?" Xiang Qiubai's gaze was quite unfriendly as he looked at the disheveled man in front of him who was standing up and smiling obsequiously at the withered old man.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "Judging from this guy's expression, he's obviously been hiding and spying on us for a long time. If it weren't for Junior Sister Leng arriving in time, I could have just gotten injured, but losing face would have been a much bigger problem!"

Xiang Qiubai didn't believe that Yu Lu hadn't noticed the misunderstanding between him and the honorary elder. Besides, he had shouted a loud slogan during the fight...!
Thinking this, Xiang Qiubai became even angrier. He stepped forward, grabbed Yu Lu by the collar, and glared at him angrily, saying, "Could it be that you are the traitor inside!"

"Cough cough...!" Yu Lu's face flushed red. His cultivation was already inferior to that of the white-robed man in front of him, and he was not the type who was good at fighting. Naturally, the other party grabbed his collar and lifted him up with ease. "Little Bai, let go, let go quickly!"

"You bastard! If you dare call me by that nickname again, believe me, I'll throw you off right now!"

Touched on a sore spot, Xiang Qiubai's face changed instantly, his eyes blazing with fury as he wanted nothing more than to tear the man he had grabbed apart alive. "Uh..." The man mustered his courage and turned his head with difficulty, glancing down with a twitching eye. He saw only the howling of cold wind below the dark, bottomless abyss; a fall into it would surely mean certain death!
Realizing this, Yu Lu was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth, only muttering to himself, "You're the traitor!"

"Second Senior Brother, do you know each other?" Hearing the conversation between the white-robed man and the messenger from Yu Lu, the white-clad woman, who was as cold as frost, couldn't help but show a hint of doubt and stepped forward to ask in a strange tone.

"Ahem, this kind of person..." Xiang Qiubai looked quite embarrassed after seeing the meaning behind Leng Qiushuang's gaze lingering between the two of them.

Then, under Yu Lu's wide-eyed gaze, the white-robed man arrogantly said, "I don't know him, I don't know him!"

"The messenger from Yulu probably just has a prejudice against me; it's not accurate to call him a traitor!"

Just then, Ling Weiyun's clone frowned and spoke, nodding to Xiang Qiubai, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, "Let him go!"

Immediately, Yu Lu's messenger felt a sense of relief. Before he could even show his joy, the white-robed man who had suddenly stepped back a few paces to keep a safe distance from him curled his lip.

They watched with glee as Yu Lu landed unsteadily, getting covered in dust.

Routine!

The withered old man, who witnessed this scene firsthand, twitched at the corner of his eye, and a word inexplicably came to mind that could aptly describe the situation.

"Hmph! I kindly came to take you to find Senior Brother Wu Ye, and this is how you treat me!"

"Alright, enough with the nonsense! Lead the way!"

Ling Weiyun's clone looked up at the sky and saw that the night was pitch black and the stars were scattered. He turned around unhappily and shouted at Yu Lu's messenger, who was full of complaints.

The latter immediately shrank back, glanced at the withered old man with lingering fear, and obediently turned around to lead the group to fly higher up Qiaojian Peak, which was shrouded in night.

"Whoosh...!" Like a black gust of wind, several figures swiftly glided along the rock wall, leaving only wisps of sand sliding downwards in their wake.

It has to be said that there is a reason why Yu Lu was able to become Feng Tianjue's personal guard and messenger. Judging from his skill in climbing rock walls, he is definitely a master of light-body skills!
The withered old man and the woman in green felt this deeply on their way back from Sunset City.

Now, witnessing it firsthand, they were even more astonished by the three powerful figures behind Yu Lu, all of whom were at least at the late stage of the tenth level of cultivation.

At the same time, the group was also very curious about how many training sessions the other party had to go through to reach this level.

At least, none of them could do this when they were at the ninth level of cultivation.

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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