Chapter 537 - 300: The Power of a Single Sword, Arrival of the Great Cultivator! (Part 2)

If one’s strength is not far superior to the opponent, then they are prepared to engage in a battle with them.

Now, in the face of the domineering actions of the Tao Family, even those from the major powers of Donglai County have not resisted, allowing the Tao Family to conduct Spiritual Power investigations.

For those from the major forces of Donglai County and other spectators who came upon hearing the news, no one dared to provoke the Tao Family in this situation, allowing waves of Spiritual Power to infiltrate and probe.

Several Tao Family elders continuously released strong Spiritual Power to scan everyone descending the mountain, while their peripheral awareness always monitored changes around Bai Jiao Mountain, sighing in relief when no activity was detected on its other three sides.

"The Li Family did not come to assist... the culprit is still in the mountains!"

With this thought, the Tao Family elders felt assured, thinking that if they were in the Li Family’s place, they certainly wouldn’t assist Wang Chan easily.

The final step down the staircase was completed smoothly, and a scholar glanced at the Tao Family who surrounded the exterior of the mountain, his heart tensed, when suddenly a voice came from behind.

"Hold on, my friend in front!"

The scholar’s brow subtly furrowed; intending to pretend he hadn’t heard and continue forward, another voice came from behind.

"My friend!"

At that moment, several gazes fell upon the scholar, causing him to pause as he turned around.

Behind him were a man and a woman dressed in Confucian robes; the man was handsome, and the woman had fair skin with eyes glowing with brilliance, even though their aura was hidden, their presence was extraordinary.

"I am Lin Langtian. What do you seek me for?"

The scholar raised his hand in a Confucian salute, showing curiosity as he looked at the two addressing him.

"I am Zhong Sanshi, traveling to Donglai County with my junior sister inadvertently. Are you a student at Donglai Academy? Can we travel together?"

"Indeed, I am a student at Donglai Academy, let’s return to the academy together now."

The scholar’s brows relaxed, gladly accepting the invitation.

At that moment, the commotion drew the Tao Family disciples’ attention, and several Spiritual Power scans nakedly roamed over the three of them, before the Tao Family disciples withdrew their Spiritual Power.

"Buzz——!"

The area suddenly felt a sense of dizziness, as if struck by a heavy hammer, as a dominant Spiritual Power enveloped it.

Tao Jilin, with Late Fourth Grade Cultivation, one of the Tao Family elders, glanced over the three after scanning their surroundings, swiftly withdrawing his Spiritual Power.

The pure presence of Vast Qi radiating from the trio was distinctly different from ordinary Confucian Sect disciples, clearly not simple, but now was not the time to probe such minor details.

The trio walked openly with the crowd, about to leave Bai Jiao Mountain altogether.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Tao Jilin turned and called out to the trio.

Immediately, all the Tao Family elders turned their heads, and the trio paused in their steps. The leading scholar lightly inhaled the cold air at the foot of the mountain, as the atmosphere grew oppressively somber.

"Are you from Donglai Academy?"

"Indeed."

"Convey to Elder Gu that tonight at Clear Moon Pavilion, our Tao Family is inviting the academy’s esteemed lecturers for a gathering, we request Professor Gu’s esteemed presence."

"Yes, Tao Elder’s words, I will certainly convey."

Tao Jilin’s gaze lingered on the unfamiliar face close at hand, feeling unfamiliar, but the Vast Qi emanating from this person was undoubtedly genuine, even the most refined among the three.

At this time, strong Spiritual Power from several Fourth-Grade Daoist Cultivators again swept over the trio.

After salutations, the scholar turned to leave.

The trio passed the mountain’s base and traveled half a mile away, encountering a dozen figures. Seeing those who escaped from the mountain base, the leading man and woman scanned the crowd worriedly before looking back towards Bai Jiao Mountain.

These figures were none other than Li Changshan and Li Yao leading the Li Family disciples.

One step.

Three steps.

Five steps.

Once the trio walked past the Li Family group, a volatile and imposing momentum filled with rage suddenly permeated from the sky, as two brilliant streaks raced towards them from the north with incredible speed.

Before the streaks arrived, the overwhelming presence already suffocated them from miles away.

Earlier, regardless of the formidable presence displayed by Tao Jidong or Tao Yang compared to this, it was like a disparity between a toddler and a strong adult.

The presence suffocated them from miles away, and immediately Bai Jiao Mountain’s aura was stirred, causing the ground to tremble, clouds to churn violently, and faint dragon roars to echo.

The audience at the mountain base and surrounding miles suddenly felt their bodies immensely heavy, knees bending involuntarily, many unable to withstand the pressure, trembling as they kneeled to the ground.

The crowd kneeled like leaves swept by the autumn wind.

"It’s the Second Ancestor, the Second Ancestor is here!"

As shock appeared on faces, the Tao Family erupted in fervor and joy, shouting respectfully with reverence as several Tao Family elders quickly greeted him reverently.

"Pressure like a mountain, overwhelming miles... is this the Upper Three Grades Great Cultivator!"

This scene caught the scholar’s eye, causing him to sink in his heart as the Dragon of Spiritual Power in his brow surged violently, striking a strong premonition of life-and-death crisis.

As he took a closer look, a brilliant streak swiftly crossed the sky and hovered in the heavens. The figure appeared extremely young, around thirty, dressed in a blue robe with gold-threaded embroidered beasts and possessed sword-like brows and starry eyes, yet a deep, inexpressible wrath surged on his handsome face.

The immense momentum churned the surrounding air, suffocating the audience below. These spectators, rushed here for the competition, were all cultivators, many having reached the Middle Third Grade.