Chapter 888: Chapter 822: The Formation Emerges at Dawn!

Thus, Zhang San had Long Xutuo leave people outside the mountain gate of the Qing City Sword Sect.

Then he gave some instructions to Hu and the Immortal Monarch Who Treads Snow in Search of Plums, and then followed the many experts of Sword South Path, along with the Sect Master and elders of the Qing City Sword Sect, into the sect and arrived at the door of the Sword Storing Pavilion.

Upon hearing the name ‘Sword Storing Pavilion’, one might think it’s just a pavilion.

But once you arrive here, you’ll find that the Sword Storing Pavilion of the Qing City Sword Sect resembles a small mountain.

“Deputy Chief Zhang, this is our Qing City Sword Sect’s Sword Storing Pavilion. Would you like to enter now?”

Zhang San waved his hand and said, “No rush. Since it’s agreed to come out at dawn, it should be fair. We must also ensure no one else is in the Sword Storing Pavilion to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings or disturbances.”

As Zhang San spoke, he began setting up a formation on the massive Sword Storing Pavilion.

Seeing this scene, many people couldn’t help but be shocked.

Who would have thought that Zhang San was also an Array Master.

Until now, everyone had heard of Zhang San having some skill in blade techniques, and during the Longyun Path battle, Zhang San had killed a Purple Mansion Realm with a single blade. Though it was an act of scavenging, it still proved his prowess in blade techniques.

But now, who could have thought that a Deputy Chief of the Town Martial Office, skilled in blade techniques, also understood formations, and Zhang San’s attainment in formations even greatly astonished Zhuge Longyin, who was skilled in formations.

This was because Zhang San’s ability with rune arrays was almost equal to his own, if not better in some aspects.

In the rune array set up by Zhang San, there were several parts that took him quite a while to understand their deeper meanings.

After Zhang San had set up the formation, he said, “Once this formation is activated, it can only contain me, no one else. At dawn, when the first sunlight hits the Sword Storing Pavilion, the formation will teleport me out. And throughout the process, the formation ensures that I can’t take anything out of the Sword Storing Pavilion, not even a piece of paper.”

Saying this, Zhang San pointed to the rune array in front of him and said, “I hope Sect Master Lin can have someone inspect it to confirm the truth of my words, to avoid any misunderstandings later, which would not be good.”

Lin Wenshan, although not knowledgeable in formations, thought Zhang San’s approach was quite forthright.

He then glanced at his old friend Zhuge Longyin on the side.

Seeing Zhuge Longyin nod slightly, he knew that the formation Zhang San had set up indeed had no issues.

“Deputy Chief Zhang, you jest. If it is a price that my Qing City Sword Sect must pay, why would we not trust you? Deputy Chief Zhang, please!”

Zhang San cupped his hands towards the people around him and then entered the Sword Storing Pavilion through the formation.

As Zhang San went in, many remaining people around looked towards Zhuge Longyin.

“Old Zhuge, how is Zhang San’s skill in rune formations? We can’t understand it, can you tell us?”

Zhuge Longyin sighed and said, “Although Zhang San is in the Spiritual Platform Realm, I don’t know how strong his combat power is. But as for his attainment in rune formations, from my current observation, I can only say it’s not weaker than mine. However, his actual skill, I haven’t fully comprehended. So, I can’t rule out that he might be even more skilled in rune formations than me.”

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.

Especially some elders of the Qing City Sword Sect, upon hearing this, broke out in cold sweat.

“Is this Zhang San really that strong?”

“Terrifying! Truly terrifying!”

“Now I somewhat understand why he could become Li Moxian’s successor.”

“Indeed, to be part of the Town Martial Office is no small feat.”

At this moment, Zhang San was unaware of the discussions outside.

And after chatting for a while at the entrance of the Sword Storing Pavilion, Lin Wenshan invited everyone to a meal.

After all, everyone came to assist the Qing City Sword Sect, and they couldn’t possibly not host a meal.

At the banquet in the Qing City Sword Sect, everyone drank and merrily enjoyed the entire night.

Since Zhang San would only come out at dawn, it wouldn’t be appropriate for everyone to leave early. Naturally, everyone would wait until tomorrow’s dawn, bid farewell to Zhang San, and then depart.

As dawn approached, Zhuge Longyin, carrying a wine jug, came looking for Lin Wenshan.

“Old Lin, we’ve been friends for many years, don’t lie to me. Is your Qing City Sword Sect really going to help Yang Ling?”

“Help him? Help my ass!”

Lin Wenshan, now drunk, spoke with full disdain for Yang Ling.

“That Yang Ling is just a playboy. He’s nothing, not fit even to be a dog for my granddaughter! Just has a good father, that’s all!”

At this point, Lin Wenshan sighed deeply.

“But there’s no choice; my granddaughter wants to be a princess, even a queen. Her ambition is too big for Qing City Mountain.”

“And once we help Yang Ling, the matter is no longer a mere martial path dispute. The throne! If it goes well, it’s indeed good, but if we fail, the millennia of Qing City Sword Sect’s legacy will be gone!”

“Besides, that Yang Ling is a waste. With him rebelling, can he succeed? Help him!? Hmph! Dream on! It’s just… just pitiful for my granddaughter…”

As Lin Wenshan spoke here, he couldn’t help but shed old tears.

Seeing Lin Wenshan’s attitude as a grandfather, Zhuge Longyin felt relieved.

After all, if Qing City Sword Sect sided with the King of Shu, Yang Ling, the Martial Marquis Manor would also be forced to pick a side.

In such matters, it’s best not to get involved.

If involved, stand with the winning side and reap the most spoils.

The two old brothers drank a while longer, feeling that dawn was approaching, they supported each other out of the hall.

They blew on the cold wind under the overcast sky and then headed towards the Sword Storing Pavilion.

“I think it’s nearly dawn.”

Lin Wenshan looked towards the east, noting the sky had a faint white, clearly indicating a sunrise was imminent.

Zhuge Longyin nodded but then shook his head.

“Back then, I was invited by your master into the Sword Storing Pavilion once. It took me a month in there to comprehend the Sword Intent, but I have a feeling Zhang San’s entry this time won’t be so simple.”

Lin Wenshan chuckled disdainfully and said, “After all, he’s young. How could he know where the three mainline heritage sword techniques of our Qing City Sword Sect are, let alone the positions of many unique skills? Even as the Sect Master, I only know half of them. Besides, if Zhang San can comprehend Sword Intent, it’ll take even longer. Calculating? Heh heh, he’s still young. Hahaha…”

Just as Lin Wenshan was feeling smug, suddenly a loud crack of thunder resounded in mid-air.

Subsequently, dark clouds gathered from all directions, ultimately forming a massive black cloud over Qing City Mountain.

Swish—

In the next moment, heavy rain poured down.

Meanwhile, outside Qing City Mountain, the Immortal Monarch Who Treads Snow in Search of Plums was using techniques to bring rain and begin controlling the amount to ensure the dark clouds could continue covering Qing City Mountain.

Hu was standing by his side as a protector.

At this time, Lin Wenshan stood in front of the Sword Storing Pavilion, staring at the pouring rain and the enigmatic runes on Zhang San’s formation.

Suddenly realizing that the concept of “coming out at dawn” seemed not closely related to time.

After all, morning doesn’t necessarily mean it’s bright! Damn the heavens, why did it have to rain this morning!

Why!?