The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 301 - 285 Fake Luo Yuan_1

Chapter 301: Chapter 285 Fake Luo Yuan_1

On the deck, Pang Jian’s brow was deeply furrowed as he puzzled over the situation at hand.

He could sense that there was something off about Xu Jie, not because he was able to probe the thoughts and consciousness of the living dead; he had not noticed anything abnormal in anyone’s demeanor.

The reason was that through the Leaf of Life that covered his heart, he sensed the extraordinary lifeforce within Xu Jie’s body.

The person occupying Xu Jie’s body had an intensely vibrant lifeforce, which, although suppressed and concealed, still leaked out slightly when Dong Tianze used a secret skill to strike at the second living dead.

The sudden burst of lifeforce activity went unnoticed by others, but Pang Jian acutely perceived it through the Leaf of Life.

Thus he was sure that there was something wrong with this person.

However, Pang Jian couldn’t have imagined that after shedding Xu Jie’s corporeal shell, this person would transform, assuming the appearance he, Luo Yuan, had shown in the Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone.

Incredibly, he even proclaimed himself as Luo Yuan.

"Either he was also in the Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone at the time, mingling among the Black Valley disciples, and had seen my form as Luo Yuan,"

"Or he is able to peer into Ye Fei’s thoughts!"

"He, like me, is also a master of a physique art similar to the Great Creation Sacred Body! Moreover, his skill surpasses mine, so he can easily alter his appearance."

Pang Jian slowly clenched the silver lance in his hand.

The one who had taken his identity and shown himself as Luo Yuan was cunning and scheming, and would undoubtedly be extremely troublesome.

"Luo Yuan, it really is you!"

Ye Fei exclaimed in shock again.

"Indeed."

The man nodded in acknowledgment, standing on the third-floor balcony of the Sword Boat.

From being abruptly attacked by Pang Jian on the deck, to the shattering of the Spiritual Power Strong Shield, and then suddenly appearing on the third-floor balcony...

——It was as if he had teleported out of thin air.

No one saw how he moved from the deck to the third-floor balcony of the Sword Boat so suddenly.

"I didn’t expect someone to guess it was me, and know that I was hiding among a group of living dead."

He shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes showing some surprise, yet not a hint of nervousness.

On the deck.

Over a dozen Hollow Profound Realm powerhouses were staring at him, his identity clearly exposed, yet he remained collected.

He was dressed in black, and blood still dripped from his neck and the exposed skin of his arms.

His face was very clear, it was the same Luo Yuan that Ye Fei had seen in the Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone and remembered as shocking each time he thought of it.

"Tsk!"

The skin of Xu Jie beneath his feet, eroded by the Mysterious Fog, rapidly disintegrated into bone dust and smoke.

"Luo Yuan, as a disciple of Sword Tower, you’ve lodged yourself in our Sister Xu’s body and viciously killed your fellow disciples. Are you aware of the consequences?" Lu Lingchan asked coldly.

"Consequences?"

The man found it amusing, his gaze filled with mockery, "What consequences could there be? You, none of you are a match for me."

"What can you do about what I’ve done?"

He was arrogantly domineering, acting brazen, and carried an air as if he did not regard anyone present as significant.

"Hollow Profound Realm, condensing one hundred and twenty-eight strands of Divine Sense, is that enough to make you so arrogant?" Zhou Qingchen murmured.

Fang Boxuan’s expression was bitter: "If he believes that he can kill everyone present, then he can be that arrogant and domineering."

Pausing for a moment, Fang Boxuan added another sentence: "After all, no one knows what he has done."

"Indeed, within the Mysterious Fog, if he could kill everyone. Once he leaves, returning to the Purgatory World, no one would know."

Zhao Yuanqi agreed.

"This person..."

Pang Jian hesitated to continue.

He could go on to expose the fake Luo Yuan’s identity, but it wouldn’t make much difference to the current situation.

The man, masquerading as Luo Yuan in identity and name, might just be acting on a whim.

Based on his actions, no matter who he was, he wouldn’t escape the questioning of everyone on the Sword Boat.

"Pang Jian, how did you know something was off with me?"

The man on the third-floor balcony of the Sword Boat looked down curiously, his gaze landing on Pang Jian.

"The sword technique you executed with your lance was unheard and unseen by me. This sword technique... it’s extremely terrifying, and I didn’t dare to directly take it on with Xu Jie’s body."

His gaze was solemn as he perceived the terror of the Chaotic Sword Skill, holding the highest regard for Pang Jian.

"He’s definitely not one of our Sword Tower members!"

Qi Qingsong snorted and declared, "Our Sword Tower disciples wouldn’t hide in the body of a Black Valley disciple! Also, we’ve never heard of this Luo Yuan name; he must have killed one of our disciples and taken their Sword Command, pretending to be one of us!"

"I don’t care who he is; all I know is that he killed our Black Valley disciples."

Lu Lingchan floated toward the third-floor balcony.

She launched the first attack, intending to slay the man on the spot to eliminate the threats to everyone.

"Whoo!"

The bamboo flute flew from her hand, with golden, black, dark green, and azure glow shining from its holes, emitting sound waves capable of shattering souls, enveloping the entire third-floor balcony.

"Whoosh!"

A brilliant radiance formed in the half-space of the balcony.

A thin, ethereal Mysterious Fog surrounded this strange domain of light, revealing celestial and demon women of graceful figures.

They were playing the zither, blowing flutes, and dancing in song.

Celestial tunes and demonic silhouettes resonated together, creating an enchanting world amidst the pervading Mysterious Fog.

At a glance, it seemed as though Lu Lingchan, through a single bamboo flute, had crafted a stunning little universe, attempting to drag the self-proclaimed Luo Yuan into it with celestial and demonic notes.

Heavenly music lingered, shadowy figures flickered, gradually giving rise to mythical creatures, and a colorful celestial land came into being.

The man who claimed to be Luo Yuan looked up and saw Lu Lingchan, sitting atop the multicolored fairy earth with her icy skin and jade-like bones, resembling the sovereign empress of this magnificent microcosm.

Her elegance was peerless, her aura transcendent like a fairy, each movement as if summoning nymphs and demon women like the master of mythical beasts.

"Lu Lingchan..."

Fang Boxuan exhibited a look of yearning, his soul shaken by the grace of his fiancée in name, which even evoked a feeling of unworthiness within him.

"Indeed, I am not worthy of her. I lack her status and identity, not to mention her astonishing talent. And she, she is destined to transcend the Second Realm and shine brilliantly in the entire Purgatory."

Fang Boxuan’s spirits dampened.

"Junior Brother, as fellow direct disciples, what do you think of Lu Lingchan?"

Seeing Lu Lingchan take the initiative and even deploying a holy artifact, Zhuang Yuyan gave a sly smile, feeling more relaxed, and asked, "You are of similar age, and she should be close to advancing to Spirit Condensation. We will have a sect competition in the future; do you have confidence in defeating her?"

"A sect competition?" Pang Jian was taken aback.

"It’s probably... an inner sect disciple against another inner sect disciple, you as the Sect Master’s direct disciple against her as a Valley Master’s direct disciple," Zhuang Yuyan explained with a smile.

"Talking about this is too far-fetched; let’s focus on staying alive and getting out of the Mysterious Fog, then we can worry about the rest," Pang Jian said with a heavy voice.

Zhuang Yuyan immediately fell silent, her brows furrowed in gloom once more.

Indeed, regardless of the outcome between Lu Lingchan and that Luo Yuan, it could not reverse their dire situation.

If they could not escape the quagmire of the Mysterious Fog, they would all eventually die here, rendering the sect competition and any trials and tribulations they had endured meaningless.

"The Ascension Flute, the Ascension Immortal Realm, heh."

The imposter Luo Yuan looked up at the sky and let out a strange laugh.

He seemed to recognize the bamboo flute summoned by Lu Lingchan and had witnessed the bizarre scene unfolding above.

"Rise!"

Lu Lingchan raised her hand and lifted it up.

Suddenly, a tremendous force swirled around the man claiming to be Luo Yuan, as if a God Spirit had gripped him, attempting to pull him into a world ruled by God Spirits.

From the third floor of the stand, he was lifted up level by level, as if reluctantly about to enter another world.

"The power of the holy artifact!"

"The Ascension Flute!"

Guo Hongyuan and Lv Lianchen shouted in awe.

They didn’t know who Luo Yuan was, but felt that no matter how sinister and vicious he was, once Lu Lingchan deployed the holy artifact, the Ascension Flute, and created the spectacle of the Ascension Immortal Realm, Luo Yuan was bound to fall within it.

As a Valley Master’s direct disciple, wielding the holy artifact Ascension Flute, how could Luo Yuan break through?

"The Ascension Flute? When a True God ascends, is there really such a spectacle?"

Zhou Qingchen was astonished.

"It is said that a True God, when breaking through the Purgatory Heaven Forbidden, saw this scene where immortals and demons acted in unison to welcome his ascension," Zhuang Yuyan sobered up and said, "But that True God ultimately did not succeed in his ascension. Shortly after witnessing that spectacle, he suffered a thunderbolt strike."

"He fell from the sky, hastily leaving behind some insights on ascension before his Spiritual Soul perished."

"So, the spectacle of the Ascension Flute is actually... inauspicious."

Diminished by Pang Jian’s few words, Zhuang Yuyan’s mood worsened, feeling that the victory or defeat between Lu Lingchan and that man was no longer significant.

"Lu Lingchan, remember to spare his life and then let Dong Tianze probe his thoughts and consciousness. I firmly believe that he is not a disciple of our Sword Tower!"

Qi Qingsong shouted loudly, feeling that the secret perpetrator would soon be heavily injured by Lu Lingchan.

When one does not know who the opponent is, or where the opponent hides, that’s when one feels the most anxious.

Now that the opponent had been identified and dragged out of the shadows, Qi Qingsong no longer worried.

Besides, he also trusted in Lu Lingchan’s strength!

"The Ascension Immortal Realm? Heh, didn’t anyone tell you what happens after witnessing such a spectacle?"

The man posing as Luo Yuan laughed dismissively.

As he stepped into the fairy realm woven by the Mysterious Fog, he appeared extremely composed.

In the midst of speaking, he drew an ordinary-looking Spirit Sword from the bracelet on his arm.

He flicked the sword in his hand.

"Boom!"

Deafening thunder roared, mixed with innumerable thunderbolts and lightning, bursting forth from the Spirit Sword in his hand.

"Crack! Boom, boom, boom!"

The sky filled with thunderbolts and lightning, grinding the magnificent microcosm created by Lu Lingchan with the Ascension Flute into scattered light on the spot.

With his left hand wielding the sword that stirred up thunderbolts, and his right hand clenched like a hammer, he seemed like a divine being parting the heavens with one punch aimed at Lu Lingchan.

Lu Lingchan’s protective strong shield shattered instantly.

His fist, wrapped in endless vigor and laced with lightning between his fingers, fell like a meteor from beyond the heavens, smashing into a prism that Lu Lingchan had hastily summoned.

"Bang!"

The prism suddenly shattered.

Lu Lingchan grunted, her body hammered down by his punch, breaking through the roof of a house and crashing into a room.

"An ominous object also dares to be called a holy artifact?"

The man landed back on the deck, holding Lu Lingchan’s Ascension Flute in his hand, and scoffed with disdain.

In the next moment, the holy artifact, the Ascension Flute, broke apart in his hands.

Just like that, a holy artifact was rendered useless.

"Ye Fei, I told you, my Divine Sense is more abundant than hers, yet she was so unconvinced," he said, shaking his head, his tone cold and disparaging. "In fact, the total amount of my Divine Sense is indeed much greater than hers."

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