Chapter 899: Chapter 361: So Many Clouds Here
“Lu Luan, what are you doing?” Chu Xisheng asked in confusion, feeling Lu Luanti’s delicate body shivering behind him, seemingly afraid of something.
“It feels like my father is here.”
Lu Luanti’s voice trembled a little; “I can sense it, he’s right here! I should have guessed earlier, since there’s an artifact relating to illusion here, how could he not come?”
Chu Xisheng’s eyes flickered upon hearing this, and his heart quivered slightly.
He immediately thought that he and Lu Luanti were just friends, and he hadn’t done anything to wrong her, so what was he feeling guilty about?
Chu Xisheng took a deep breath, steadied his heart, and scanned the entire suspended stone platform, searching for the figure of ‘Sword and Dream’ Lu Chen.
He then frowned slightly, “Could it be that you sensed it wrong? I don’t see your father.”
Chu Xisheng knew Lu Chen; images of Lu Chen were often published in Debating Martial Arts and the Heavenly Mechanism Martial Arts Manual.
For some reason, Chu Xisheng had particularly paid attention to it.
Lu Luanti peeked out from behind Chu Xisheng and looked around, “Every time my father comes to see me, I always have this sense, my legs would always tremble.”
Her eyes were filled with doubt as she looked around.
On the stone platform, there was indeed no trace of her father.
Lu Luanti wondered if this was just her illusion?
“We can’t afford to be careless, my father is skilled in the Illusion Dream Technique. If he wants to disguise his appearance or change identity, no one can tell.”
However, Lu Chen rarely did this.
Though his illusion skills were exceptional, he rarely used illusions to conceal his identity.
Chu Xisheng laughed awkwardly, “Even if he’s here, so what? He’s your father, could he eat you up? Luanyi, what are you scared of?”
“You don’t understand!”
Lu Luanti wanted to explain the reason, but in the end, she just snorted and her face returned to calmness.
She thought, right, what am I afraid of?
I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ve been diligent in my cultivation these past two years.
It’s Lu Chen who as a father, is too busy with his rebellious endeavors and hasn’t seen his daughter for two years; he should be the one feeling guilty.
So she calmed her mind, put her hand on her hip, and confidently stepped out from behind Chu Xisheng.
Her gaze swept around, trying to find and drag her father out.
At this time, Chu Yunyun looked thoughtfully towards the left among the crowd, at a man with a slightly sallow complexion.
The man was skinny, dressed in silver half-body armor, had unremarkable facial features, and his cultivation was Fourth Grade Upper, considered quite outstanding among the people on the stone platform, yet not the most exceptional group.
But just now, this man had stared at Lu Luanti and Chu Xisheng for a long time.
When Chu Yunyun looked carefully, she realized she couldn’t see through this man’s true essence.
Could this be ‘Sword and Dream’ Lu Chen?
Chu Yunyun did not delve deeply, she looked around again.
There were quite a few people on this stone platform whom Chu Yunyun couldn’t see through, such as the man three zhang to her right with an iron-grey mask.
Upon seeing this masked man, Chu Yunyun couldn’t help but squint her eyes.
She sensed that this masked man seemed to be very interested in Chu Xisheng as well.
The masked boys around him too had sharp eyes, staring at Chu Xisheng, not hiding their murderous intent and enmity.
Jian Cangfeng was also observing the surrounding people, then let out a bitter laugh, “This place is truly full of hidden talents!”
“Indeed a gathering of strong experts.”
He was piloting the Bathing Sun Divine Ship, which was now hovering a hundred zhang away, bringing Zong Sanping, Fang Bu Yuan, and others flying over from outside the stone platform.
Upon seeing Ye Zhiqiu coming along from behind, Jian Cangfeng immediately showed a pleased expression with a flattering smile.
Ye Zhiqiu remained cold and turned her gaze elsewhere.
Seeing this, Chu Xisheng thought Jian Cangfeng just now looked like a lapdog fawning over its master.
Fang Bu Yuan felt schadenfreude, he wobbled his square head and face and leaned in close to Jian Cangfeng, whispering, “Didn’t expect even Senior Brother Jian to have a day ? Congratulations. Give me two hundred thousand in silver notes, and later I’ll find a chance to say a few good words for you.”
Jian Cangfeng’s face darkened, and he immediately reached for the sword at his waist.
He tried hard to suppress the urge to draw his sword, “You bastard, you’re actually extorting me now. I’ll only give you ten thousand, take it or leave it.”
Fang Bu Yuan just laughed and shook his head slightly, “You sly rascal, you are definitely not a good match for Senior Sister Ye. How can I for the meager ten thousand silver ruin my relationship with Senior Sister Ye, who do you take me for?”
Jian Cangfeng’s breath grew colder, and the veins on his arm in his sleeve bulged.
He thought he might find an opportunity to bury this fellow someday.
Yan Guilai did not pay attention to the commotion among the disciples behind him. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking around, “Once you enter the palace, be extra careful.”
He then gave a warning look to Chu Xisheng and Jian Cangfeng, “If you feel you are overpowered, you may choose to withdraw from the Cloud Sea Immortal Palace. Preserving your life is more important than forcing yourself.”
He was still quite uneasy about Chu Xisheng’s team.
Li Changsheng had great confidence in Jian Cangfeng.
Yan Guilai also knew this direct disciple of the sect master was excellent but this child only had Fourth Grade Upper cultivation.
On this stone platform filled with strong experts, the cultivation and ability of these two were not impressive.
Moreover, among Chu Xisheng’s daoist entourage, there was a Fourth Grade cultivation traitor—
Yan Guilai subtly glanced at Ji Qianqian.
He was wondering if this girl was the most outstanding martial cultivator within the Heavenly Jinyi Guards, reputed as ‘Sword Supreme, Arrow No Shadow,’ potentially the inheritor of the Double Saint Inheritor, that woman?