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Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The jade tablet shattered with a crashing din. The defensive ward of the House of Wintry Blossoms outpost gave off a sonorous groan, a deafening death rattle that portended its inevitable passing as the shield of light ceased its ripples. The shield was still standing as staunchly as it was helpless with all sustenance cut off from it.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys What enabled Lu Ye to breathe more easily was the fact that he was not attacked even though he had revealed himself. He kept his presence low before he sped to where the commotion was coming from, looking rather frantic.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys As the Hidden Light Sanctuary party sounded their retreat, one could still hear the angry grunts and hisses of the young female Cultivator as she was being dragged away, much to her livid disgruntlement.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys If Lu Ye were to succeed in discovering the methods of ward-breaking, then woe be to every Thousand Demon Ridge sect and order that cross his path. With Hidden Light Sanctuary being the first to attempt such an invasion with Lu Ye—the first where invaders would not have the shields of the defensive wards to contend with— the rewards and loot would surely be handsome indeed!
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The debate was still ongoing when the man in white lowered his gaze to examine his Battlefield Imprint. He had received a message. He checked the new transmission before he looked up again. With an odd look at Gu Canyang, he said, “Brother Gu, is our guest a student in the crafts of ward-casting?”
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Heaven-grade cultivation disciplines were numerous, but the only way for a Cultivator to have access to that many cultivation disciplines of such excellence would be through the Vault of Providence. For this reason, Contribution Points have always been the single-most important commodity for any Cultivator in the Spirit Creek Battlefield.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The Lord Governor of the Lost City of Xianyuan had just finished speaking when a spiral popped out of nowhere in the middle of the sky. Small at first, the vortex gradually grew at a noticeable pace, spanning more than three hundred meters as if the sky was about to regurgitate something.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The benefits of having one’s spirit enriched were more than just a heightened sixth sense. While it might still be some time until Lu Ye was able to freely perceive and manipulate his own spirit, the boons of his visit to the Pool of Divine Purification ranged from his everyday life to fighting.
