Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Celestial Master’s Mansion
Chapter 156: Electromagnetic Gun and Magnetic Sword Ball

Yuan Mobai was indeed determined to seize the moment.

As he spoke, he was already moving.

With one step, he arrived in front of that Lin Clan Elder.

In that instant, the sun seemed to dim slightly.

It wasn’t that the sun had lost its light, but rather, another source of brilliance appeared in the sky.

It was as though countless stars had lit up at once, swirling around Yuan Mobai.

Those were countless radiant Daoist arts talismans.

An immeasurable number of intricate talismans formed a celestial river of light, orbiting the purple-robed youth’s body.

And Yuan Mobai himself was like the largest talisman—a radiant star at the center.

A simple punch.

The Lin Clan Elder plummeted to the ground like a meteor crashing into the earth.

Fortunately, this Upper Heaven Realm elder's thoughts reacted quickly.

Around his body, earth and stone energy coalesced, forming what looked like a fortified city to protect him.

But there was a problem.

When Yuan Mobai appeared silently, the distance between them was already too close.

It shattered the elder's psychological sense of safety.

Against another opponent, he might have managed.

But with Yuan Mobai, whose strength rivaled a martial artist in the Upper Heaven Realm, the distance was unbearable for a Confucian reciter.

In his haste, the earthen fortress couldn’t withstand Yuan Mobai’s punch.

The fortress crumbled instantly.

The Lin Clan Elder fell to the ground.

Yuan Mobai didn’t give him a chance to escape.

As his first strike landed, he pressed closer, launching a relentless barrage of punches.

It was a complete departure from his usual demeanor.

The gentle spring breeze turned into a storm of destruction.

“Raise high the fortress walls, bar the sea gate across the sun terrace!”

The Lin Clan Elder barely managed to complete his incantation at the cost of a protective artifact being utterly destroyed by Yuan Mobai’s blows.

Finally, the world seemed to change; the earth rolled, enclosing the elder within a tall, sturdy fortress that just barely withstood Yuan Mobai’s strike.

Yet, cracks spread across the fortress walls, and the structure trembled, nearly collapsing.

The whole structure sank, dropping by more than half its height, as though being driven into the ground.

The mountains below fractured and crumbled.

Yuan Mobai prepared to punch again.

The Lin Clan Elder’s face turned pale.

Having lost the initiative and allowing Yuan Mobai to get so close, he had no power to retaliate.

All he could do was frantically repair his defenses and attempt to escape.

Surrounded by a river of talisman stars, Yuan Mobai shone brilliantly, exuding an earth-shattering power.

Each step seemed to traverse the starry heavens, relentlessly pursuing the Lin Clan Elder.

The two figures, one chasing and one fleeing, disappeared into the distance.

The sky returned to calm in an instant.

Except for the collapsed mountains far away, the aftermath of a great battle was hard to believe.

Just moments ago, an Upper Heaven Realm Confucian scholar from the Lin Clan had nearly wreaked havoc on Xianliu Palace.

And now…

Lei Jun gazed into the distance.

On the horizon, light exploded, and the earth shook, signaling an even fiercer battle.

Later, Lei Jun received a message from his master, Yuan Mobai, via a Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman:

“I’ll be moving around for a while. Chongyun, take care of yourself. I’ll arrange someone to take over for you soon.”

Lei Jun smiled.

Yuan Mobai hadn’t mentioned the fate of the Lin Clan Elder, but it was clear the elder had been severely injured, forcing the Lin Clan to lose a top expert.

The Tianshi Mansion’s initial objective had been achieved.

When Yuan Mobai had left the decision to Lei Jun about whether to leave the mountain, he already had a plan.

If Lei Jun chose to stay at the sect, things would remain unchanged.

If Lei Jun left, Yuan Mobai would also leave the mountain, acting in secret.

In a way, Lei Jun became the bait.

They had agreed on this in advance.

If the Lin Clan only sent Middle Heaven Realm cultivators to attack Xianliu Mountain, Yuan Mobai wouldn’t appear.

But if an Upper Heaven Realm scholar** like today’s arrived, Yuan Mobai would deliver a “surprise.”

First, Lin Chi was severely injured. Then Lin Zhen died.

Without either side going all out, both had accounted for the top experts.

Short-term security was assured, even with Yuan Mobai away.

Now that another Upper Heaven Realm master from the Lin Clan had been removed, Yuan Mobai needed to prepare for the second phase of his plan.

He wouldn’t just roam aimlessly.

He might be near Mount Longhu, or even close to Lei Jun.

With the Lin Clan’s forces weakened, he had more flexibility.

Having blocked the first strike against Lei Jun, Xianliu Palace would remain safe for a while.

Lei Jun turned to the others.

They were all stunned.

As True Disciples of the Tianshi Mansion, they had seen plenty.

Some had even witnessed Upper Heaven Realm elders in action.

But Yuan Mobai’s violent approach was far beyond their expectations.

Even Lei Jun was astonished.

He rarely saw his master fight up close.

Yuan Mobai rarely needed to fight.

But when he did, it was earth-shattering.

A simple combination of the Spirit Strike Talisman, Stepping the Big Dipper, and his Life-bound Talisman formed the Doumu Star God Apparition—also known as the Destiny Star God.

One spell, one technique, one divine ability.

The result? Pure, destructive force.

The Lin Clan Elder, caught off guard, had no chance.

The image was clear:

“The scholar was naïve. The elder was brutal.”

Even the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion felt the urge to cover their eyes.

“Master has reported back. Everything is fine.”

Lei Jun calmly said, “Everyone, return to your duties.”

They snapped out of their stupor. “Yes!”

Afterwards, Lei Jun stayed at Xianliu Palace, temporarily filling in as the Presiding Elder, giving orders to repair defensive formations and clear the mountain paths.

Despite further attacks from Lin Clan cultivators, no more Upper Heaven Realm scholars appeared.

Having lost three Seventh Heaven experts, the Lin Clan would now have to draw reinforcements from their ancestral grounds in Jiangzhou if they wanted to escalate.

In theory, if Yuan Mobai dared to leave Mount Longhu, the Lin Clan should also dare to send their experts.

But with Yuan Mobai’s whereabouts unknown, the Lin Clan’s top brass hesitated to act rashly.

After all, aside from Yuan Mobai, Tang Xiaotang and Li Zhengxuan were also unaccounted for.

The Lin Clan couldn’t afford to take the risk.

Meanwhile, Lei Jun received some intriguing news.

At Qingyu Abyss, two powerful Great Demons, both equivalent to Upper Heaven Realm experts, had appeared.

Luckily, they hadn’t invaded the Tianshi Mansion’s Qingyu Grotto-Heaven.

Instead, the two demons seemed to be natural enemies, engaging in a fierce battle against each other.

Lei Jun immediately thought of the Lower-Moderate Omen he had drawn.

Whether he had chosen to defend Xianliu Mountain or Qingyu Abyss, Yuan Mobai’s strategy was the same.

But the outcomes would have been vastly different.

It seemed the presence of these two demons was the deciding factor.

If Yuan Mobai and the Lin Clan Elder had fought at Qingyu Abyss, the two demons might not have fought each other.

Instead, they could have intervened in the battle, creating unpredictable chaos.

Even if Yuan Mobai didn’t suffer a loss, his plan would have been disrupted.

The ensuing chaos would have endangered Lei Jun.

Both the demons and the Lin Clan Elder could have posed a threat.

It wouldn’t necessarily have been a fatal situation, but it would have been far riskier.

The Qingyu Grotto-Heaven might have been affected as well.

But everything had gone according to plan.

Xianliu Mountain was secure, and even at Qingyu Abyss, the Tianshi Mansion was safe.

Now, Lei Jun just needed to see what kind of reward the Supreme Good Omen would bring…

He let out a long breath, then his figure flickered and vanished into the wilderness.

In the distance, more fiery projectiles rained down on Xianliu Palace.

The palace’s defenses had been repaired, but they couldn’t remain on the defensive forever.

Lei Jun, accompanied by several Tianshi Mansion disciples, counterattacked the Lin Clan forces.

Previously, a Fifth Heaven Realm elder had been guarding Xianliu Palace.

After being injured, the elder returned to the sect to recover, leaving Lei Jun to take over.

Under his command were Initiate Disciples and three Talismanic Daoists—one at the Fourth Heaven Primal Talisman Stage, and two at the Third Heaven Altar Stage.

One of the Third Heaven disciples was named Yun Zhan, who shared some past camaraderie with Lei Jun.

They had been conferred their talismans together.

However, Lei Jun had advanced rapidly, reaching the Fifth Heaven Dao Palace Stage.

Meanwhile, Yun Zhan was still preparing to break through the Heavenly Chasm Tribulation between the Third and Fourth Heaven stages.

When Lei Jun first arrived at Xianliu Palace, the Lin Clan’s attacks had thrown the defense into disarray.

The confusion arose because the Fourth Heaven disciple temporarily in charge had led an unsuccessful counterattack.

Yun Zhan and the other Third Heaven disciple had disagreed on whether to hold the fort or support the counterattack.

But with Lei Jun now in command, such confusion was a thing of the past.

Everyone followed his orders.

Despite his youth, no one doubted him.

His arrival brought a palpable sense of relief.

This was partly because of his strength, and partly because of his exceptional speed.

His mastery of the Wind Talisman allowed him to slip past the Lin Clan forces undetected.

At present, no other Tianshi Mansion disciple stationed at Xianliu Palace used the Wind Talisman as their life-bound spell.

In multi-front battles, they relied on disciples with Golden Barrier Talismans and Spirit Strike Talismans for frontline defense.

For mid-range attacks, those using Thunder Talismans and Flame Talismans filled the role.

They coordinated well, but the Lin Clan’s Confucian reciters and divine archers had longer attack ranges.

Attempts to close the distance were disrupted by the reciters’ spells.

Years of conflict had honed their tactics, but the lack of Wind Talisman users left them at a disadvantage.

Lei Jun’s presence changed everything.

His speed and his Flying Fire Talisman nullified the enemy’s range advantage.

Leading a charge, he threw the Lin Clan forces into disarray.

Suddenly, Lei Jun’s eyes narrowed.

A chill ran down his spine—a warning that someone was targeting him.

He twisted his body just in time.

A streak of cold light shot past, grazing his robe.

His Daoist robe, a defensive artifact, held firm.

If he had worn ordinary clothes, the sheer force of the passing arrow would have shredded them.

A Lin Clan divine archer with at least Fifth Heaven Realm cultivation had hidden well enough to evade Lei Jun’s senses until the moment of attack.

Lei Jun’s thoughts raced.

The enemy had planned an ambush.

Without hesitation, he darted into the dense forest.

The Lin Clan archer frowned, joined by other hidden cultivators who cursed their luck.

“This brat is cautious. He won’t approach us.”

“No matter. If he won’t come to me, I’ll shoot him down.”

The archer drew his bow and loosed an arrow skyward.

The projectile exploded mid-air, raining fire across the forest.

But Lei Jun was already gone.

Reaching a mountain peak, he took out a Spirit Sight Mirror and scanned the enemy’s location.

He saw several figures in the forest, far beyond the range of his Flying Fire Talismans.

But distance wasn’t an issue.

He calmly held the mirror in one hand.

With his other hand, he raised a metal pellet—a Sword Pellet forged from refined metals.

Infusing it with Magnetic Force, he positioned his fingers as if holding an invisible track.

The pellet hovered between his fingers.

This was his first time using the Magnetic Sword Pellet in battle.

He hoped his aim was true.

Lightning crackled around him, distorting the air.

In a flash, the pellet vanished.

A distant boom echoed through the forest.

The Lin Clan archer was blasted backward, his bow snapped in half.

A gaping, charred hole marred his chest.

He was dead before he hit the ground.