Chapter 813 - 432: Super Immortal Grass [Seven Emotions Straw]

Chapter 813: Chapter 432: Super Immortal Grass [Seven Emotions Straw]

Swish...

Swish...

In the deep night, in the rustling cold wind.

One off-road vehicle after another threw out bright pillars of light, pulling into the parking lot outside the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple.

One car door after another opened.

One Immortal Technique Committee member after another got out.

Zhang Shan and his team also quickly got out, standing in the cold wind, facing the Buddhist Temple, some gripping rune military daggers, some holding alloy shields, some cradling submachine guns, waiting for the next action order.

Some team member muttered on reflex.

"Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss just to grab someone? What if we scare the target off?"

Another team member was slightly unnerved.

"What level are the enemies in this Buddhist Temple? Could there be Sequence Seven, or even Sequence Six?"

Zhang Shan gave a cold order in the squad channel.

"Everyone, quiet!

"All you need to do is perk up your ears and wait for every single order!"

Then they heard the voice of on-site overall commander Committee Member Gu Lin ring out in the full comms channel.

"Fireworks team, launch red fireworks!"

With that one order, the Immortal Technique Committee members clearly saw balls of fire shoot up into the sky...

...

Inside the Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple.

Doors to one wing room after another opened, monks in cotton robes walked out.

They practiced martial arts all year round, their six senses keen, and had heard the commotion outside the temple.

Now they could easily hear the repeated "whoosh whoosh" sounds, and see fireballs shooting up!

Instinctively they lifted their heads with the fireballs; with a series of "crack crack crack" sounds, they saw clusters of fire-rain explode in the night sky, flames dazzling!

"Who’s out there setting off fireworks outside our temple?"

"Devotees coming to fulfill their vows?"

The Fake Wu Yankong had sensed it even earlier; now he was standing on the roof of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, looking up at the sky, watching those bursts of fireworks explode in the night, completely puzzled.

"What’s this supposed to mean?

"People from the Immortal Committee coming to our temple to set off fireworks?

"These dogshit idiots, could they actually be courting death?"

He clenched his pot-sized fists, Blood Qi misting around his body; at his temples, the back of his neck, blood scabs even began to form!

As a Fallen Immortal Disciple, he had absolutely no qualms about killing!

From this height he could see squads of Immortal Technique Committee operatives already breaching the temple walls from all directions!

Some carrying shields, some brandishing military daggers, some hugging submachine guns, encircling toward the monks’ wing rooms!

"Hmph!"

He ground his teeth, fists clenched so tight they crackled, and was about to charge those Immortal Technique Committee members like a tiger into a flock of sheep!

...Right then, he saw the pattern of the fire-rain fireworks in the sky change, forming a line of blazing red characters.

[CRIMINALS LOCATED HERE]!

The Fake Wu Yankong froze on the spot.

What the hell does that mean?

Setting off such loud fireworks, letting such huge characters float in the sky... obviously for the West State Boss to see, right?

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Motherf..."

Whether or not these fireworks could draw the West State Boss here, he wasn’t about to gamble his own life on it.

He made a snap decision, leaped off the roof, and slipped into the vast darkness.

...

Night in the real world corresponded to daytime in the dream.

At the foot of a high mountain, inside a small courtyard.

The Flowerpot Ancient Immortal, the Ancient Plow Immortal, and Huang Sitong looked at that brimming bucket of medicinal broth and the Bronze Treasure-Seeking Rat thrown in there for repairs; all their expressions were a bit odd.

"This... we don’t need that much... one bowl would pretty much be enough..."

"Maybe at this level of medicinal materials, he can’t even be bothered to care?"

"Anyway, he gave it to us; more medicinal broth means better, faster repair!"

They watched as the damaged Bronze Treasure-Seeking Rat gradually absorbed the medicinal power in that bucketful of broth, slowly stretching out, changing from a ball back into a bronze rat, then wagging its tail, starting to swim around in the broth, circling, diving up and down to absorb more of its power.

Until the broth in the bucket gradually grew clearer, the Treasure-Seeking Rat "splashed" its way up, leapt with a "pa" that sent up a spray of water, and landed on Huang Sitong’s shoulder, the springs in its mouth vibrating, giving off a mechanical voice devoid of emotion.

"Immortal Grass anomaly!

"Immortal Grass anomaly!

"Immortal Grass overdevelopment!

"Immortal Grass overdevelopment!"

...

A gale poured into the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo sat on the sofa, drinking hot tea, watching the images floating above the table.

"What... Immortal Technique is this?"

One blade of small grass after another, one Ghost Eye after another, completely monitored the temple.

Now in frame after frame, he could clearly see many people rushing out of the wing rooms, charging into the courtyard where the Fake Wu Yankong taught Martial Dao!

The soil in that courtyard had been tamped firm by years of martial practice; no grass grew there at all.

But the eyes Bai Mo had placed outside the courtyard clearly saw that the courtyard seemed to have a layer of hazy barrier; the Fake Wu Yankong and several guests lodging in the wing rooms threw themselves into the barrier and vanished!

"An Immortal Technique on the Immortal Martial Path?

"Or what?"

...

"This is an Immortal Technique my master created himself, called [Snake Nest Kingdom]!"

The Fake Wu Yankong sat cross-legged on the ground, pointing at the hemispherical barrier hovering around them, explaining.

On that barrier, translucent little snakes slithered.

Their forms were bizarre, their movements strange; when their bodies twisted, it seemed they were either performing Martial Dao fist techniques or sketching out eerie symbols.

"I’ve trained martial arts here year in, year out; my Martial Dao Will permeates every inch of this place.

"Over time, the environment and space here were soaked through by my Martial Dao Will, and a special space formed.

"Then with Immortal Techniques to refine it, it ultimately became this [Snake Nest Kingdom]!

"This is my absolute domain; without my permission, no one can even find the way in."

Inside this small Snake Nest Kingdom, the other people all nodded, likewise sitting cross-legged, forming a circle with the Fake Wu Yankong.