Little Kai was confident and walked out with the mahjong set. They went to the large square at the peak of Tian Du Yin summit. The square was extremely vast, with large chunks of solid rock spread out far and wide. Little Kai looked around and said, “This should do.”
"How does the Master plan to perform?" Mr. Kunlun Feihe stepped forward with a schadenfreude look, “Do you want to find an opponent to compete with? Hmm, how about me?”
Little Kai glanced at him, “Do you have a heavenly artifact?”
“I, of course, have a heavenly artifact, but after travelling a long distance here, I didn’t bring it…” Feihe's words were cut off by Little Kai, “Oh, my heavenly artifact’s power is too great. Those without a heavenly artifact, please step aside.”
“You…” Feihe swallowed the rest of his words and glared at Little Kai fiercely before retreating.
"I'll go," Songfeng Taoist obviously wanted to beat someone up, and he stood up without hesitation, “I have four heavenly artifacts. It should be enough, right?”
"Four? How come there are so many?" Qingyou Sanyou yelled, "Isn't it three?"
"It's four," Xuefeng whispered, "Perhaps you've forgotten, the Master of the Chosen gave the main body of the ten-thousand-year Heavenly Monster to the Yellow Mountain Sect."
The heads of the other sects looked at each other, suddenly enlightened.
The ten-thousand-year Heavenly Monster was born by transforming the White Jade Night Pot into a monster, and its main body was a large and pure piece of jade. After thousands of years of tempering, as well as the nurturing and transformation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, the texture and properties of the jade already qualified it to be called a heavenly artifact. In addition, after the refining of the Yellow Mountain Sect's treasured monster-forging furnace, it had probably long been refined into a magical instrument by Songfeng. To now see Songfeng's attitude, it was obvious that this magical instrument was also a heavenly artifact.
This meant that the Yellow Mountain Sect unexpectedly possessed four heavenly artifacts. This was definitely sensational news. The leaders of the sects were secretly shocked, and from now on, the Yellow Mountain Sect might become the number one sect in the cultivation world.
Little Kai didn’t think about it too much. He nodded, “Okay, then it’s you. Be careful, I’m going to make a move.”
"You can make your move, no need to hold back," Songfeng said through gritted teeth, "I won't hold back either. Master, be cautious."
Xuefeng quietly shook his head. Songfeng, who had been a person of deep cultivation, was displaying killing intent today. It was obvious that he had been pranked by Little Kai to an excessive degree. It was unclear what would happen later. But on deeper thought, Little Kai had brought this on himself. He didn’t know how to advance or retreat. Since it was the case, so let it be. Xuefeng sighed and also stopped thinking, focusing on the competition in the field.
Xiao Kai made his move.
There are many formations that can be assembled with this mahjong set, and Xiao Kai has never really fought with anyone before. It's an absolute lie to say he's not nervous, so, to ensure safety, Xiao Kai presented a very powerful formation as soon as he made his move.
This time he didn't just lay out a simple 14-tile hand, but two hands. Not only were there two hands, but he also felt unsafe, so he threw out the eight flower tiles, Mei, Lan, Zhu, Jiao, Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Dong, right into the middle of the two hands.
And these two hands were not just ordinary winning hands, but a "nine consecutive treasure lamps" and a "thirteen orphans," both were tremendous winning hands.
Everyone saw the mahjong tiles in Xiao Kai's hand flying out one by one, as if they had a life of their own, flying towards Daoist Song Feng from all directions in the blink of an eye. They completely surrounded Daoist Song Feng, and the tiny mahjong tiles, once flown out, grew exponentially, each becoming as large as a standing screen. Clearly, a formation was laid out, but this formation was exceptionally strange, not following the patterns of Seven Killings, Eight Trigrams, or Nine Palaces, but horizontal lines and vertical lines, arranged like a maze. By the time everyone reacted, the field was filled with a total of thirty-four mahjong tiles.
Among these thirty-four tiles, eight of them were flower tiles, leaving twenty-six tiles that formed a winning pattern for two hands, lacking only one tile to win. The nine consecutive treasure lamps could win with nine different tiles, and the thirteen orphans could win with thirteen different tiles. At this critical moment, Xiao Kai threw out a nine-character tile.
This nine-character tile could match the nine consecutive treasure lamps and the thirteen orphans. In the specialized terms of formations, this was a crucial "key point," the focal point of the entire formation. Once this tile was thrown out, the two massive formations came to life in an instant. Before anyone knew it, the entire sky started to darken. Countless Yellow Mountain disciples and the top five elders of the cultivation world were extremely shocked to see large areas of dark clouds suddenly generated out of thin air, covering the entire sky, dense and black as ink. Within the blackness, the rumbling of thunder and lightning made people uneasy, the scene was somewhat similar to the legendary "cataclysm."
At that moment, everyone knew something was seriously wrong. The power of this formation had far surpassed their imagination. Even the signs in the sky had appeared. If they didn't take action, the entire mountain peak would probably be struck down by divine thunder. At this critical moment, the five elders looked at each other and without a trace of conceit, shouted in unison, "Charge!". Five swords lightning-fast unsheathed and stabbed towards the rolling dark clouds in the sky. At the same time, Xuefeng's voice erupted like a clap of spring thunder, "All Yellow Mountain disciples, quickly form the Yellow Mountain Mist Formation to disperse the thunderclouds and mist!"
Xiaolin, although usually acted like a child, responded quickly in critical moments. Her petite figure shot out like lightning towards the place where the mist formation was arranged the day before. As she flew, she shouted, "Brothers and sisters in all directions, quickly take your positions. I'll act as the vital point. Everyone, act swiftly! Those who are not forming formations should take out their flying swords and act together with the five elders!"
Xiaolin's command was indeed effective. The entire Yellow Mountain disciples immediately proceeded in an orderly manner. It was undeniable that the quality of the Yellow Mountain disciples was quite high, at least their ability to handle emergency situations was commendable.
Xiao Kai was rather bored. He stood there, not knowing how serious the situation was, or what he could do. He helplessly watched the formation start to operate, with sand and stones flying around, and lightning flashing and thunder roaring.
Daoist Song Feng, inside the formation, immediately realized at the moment the formation was activated: he was in deep trouble.
This mahjong formation did not follow the principles of the five elements' generation and restriction or the Fuxi's Eight Trigrams. Daoist Song Feng looked around in a daze for a full minute and couldn't figure it out. The pressure from the formation also began to increase gradually. His longsword, unsheathed from behind, wrapped around him leaving no gaps, and his lifelong cultivated true energy was released without regard for his life, barely resisting the external pressure. After just one minute, his entire back was soaked with sweat.
"Crack!" A bolt of lightning came down like a shockingly long snake, heading straight towards the mahjong formation. Xuefeng swiftly intercepted it with his flying sword, managing to block the lightning. However, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and panted, "Fellow Daoists, we mustn't let the lightning strike the formation. If I'm not mistaken, the formation relies on celestial might to operate. If the lightning combines with the formation, it will truly become impregnable!"
Xuefeng's insight was highly accurate. The formation indeed relied on the might of thunder and lightning. If the lightning bolt earlier had struck down, Daoist Song Feng would probably have been incinerated on the spot. Thus, Xuefeng effectively saved his life.
The four elders were not fools either. Upon hearing Xuefeng's explanation, they quickly understood. All their attention was now fixed on the lightning in the sky. They watched as lightning after lightning struck down from the sky, and each elder was already spitting out blood.
"Hold on," Xuefeng said, "It should be almost over!"
"Tianxuan Sect Leader, stop." A Yellow Mountain disciple suddenly pulled Xiao Kai's sleeve. "We of the Yellow Mountain Sect are conceding defeat!"
"I...I...I didn't know it would come to this," Xiao Kai stammered. "I didn't know how to stop it. If only I had known I could've used just one formation instead of two." He patted his chest, then said with a hint of fear, "Thankfully, it was just two formations. If there were seven or eight of them, this place would probably be done for."
The five elders looked at each other in astonishment. "Could you really have conjured seven or eight formations?"
"Of course," Xiao Kai said nonchalantly.
Before anyone could express their astonishment, there was a "wave" from within the formation. The ancient white jade screen, which had withstood millennia, had been shattered; the Tianhe Water Lily Leaf, made of frigid jade, was also torn to pieces; and the Divine Beast Refining Furnace, at the top of the formation, was smashed and reduced to ash by the thunder and fire.
There were only ten major divine instruments in the cultivation world, and with the destruction of the white jade screen, three of them had now been destroyed.
The Binding Immortal Rope instantly shone with golden light, expanded tenfold out of thin air, and managed to barely hold on, although it was indeed in a precarious situation, it had not yet succumbed.
If Daoist Song Feng had not obtained four unimaginably magnificent divine instruments, he would have been a goner by now. At this moment, Daoist Song Feng was simultaneously celebrating and despairing. He realized his true energy was almost depleted and the formation showed no signs of stopping.
What should he do? How could he proceed?
"I...I really don't know what to do," Xiao Kai explained with a flushed face to the several elders. "I only know how to activate, but I don't know how to stop it. I...I shouldn't have used two formations. If I had known, I would've only used one."
"Look, the fairy binding cord has evolved!" Master Feihe exclaimed excitedly, "Maybe it can break through this formation."
But Xuefeng sighed softly and said, "I have recorded it in the ancient books of Mount Emei. Once the fairy binding cord evolves, it is doomed to destruction. Within three minutes, it will surely be destroyed."
"What… What should we do?" Xiaolin's face turned pale as she approached, staring fiercely at Xiaokai, "If my master dies, I will definitely kill you!"
Xiaokai was speechless and couldn't say a word.
At this critical moment, a light sound of "pu chi" was heard, and the edge of the fairy binding cord suddenly exploded.
"The fairy binding cord is starting to self-destruct," Xuefeng's face also looked bleak.
"No!" Xiaolin's voice was tinged with crying as she shouted and rushed towards the formation. Xiaokai reached out and grabbed her wrist, exclaiming, "Don't act recklessly!"
"I'm not being reckless," tears welled up in Xiaolin's eyes. "My master has been extremely kind to me. If my master dies, I don't want to live either."
Although she was young, she had been practicing since childhood, and her strength was far beyond what Xiaokai could match. Xiaokai couldn't hold her back and was pulled forward two steps. Just as he was about to speak, a strong force pulled him two more steps, almost bringing him near the formation.
Taking a deep breath, Xiaolin muttered, "If my master dies, I won't live, and you'll have to die with us." She grabbed Xiaokai and lunged towards the mahjong formation.
Xiaokai was momentarily terrified and managed to let out a "Are you crazy?" before being thrown into the air and flying towards the mahjong formation.
At this moment, the fairy binding cord had exploded to its last foot, unable to provide any more protection for Songfeng.
At this moment, Songfeng Daoist sprayed blood continuously, his face pale, reaching the critical point. He raised two fingers, trying to release the last trace of energy.
At this moment, Xiaolin's head and Xiaokai's fingertips had almost touched the edge of the formation.
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened, watching the scene intently.
At this moment, the entire scene suddenly changed.
The entire mahjong formation disappeared without a trace, and Xiaolin crashed into Songfeng Daoist's abdomen. Xiaokai immediately pounced, firmly pressing Xiaolin underneath him. The scent of a young girl drifted into his nostrils.
Songfeng Daoist's final pointing finger happened to land in Xiaokai's nostrils. Although it went inside, no energy was released.
The sky was clear, the wind was refreshing, the sun was high in the sky, and the surrounding cliffs were shrouded in mist. Everyone collapsed on the ground, unable to speak.
In any case, this farce did not end in tragedy.
Xiaokai covered his nose, and then suddenly felt a piercing pain in his ribs. Unable to bear it, he jumped up, shouting, "Xiaolin, what are you doing?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Xiaolin glared at him angrily, chest heaving, then blushed and said, "Are you... are you comfortable lying there? Hmph!"
Xiaokai was taken aback, realizing that his posture just now was indeed inappropriate. He was about to retort, but then Songfeng Daoist said slowly, "The chosen sect leader, this mahjong set is really a treasure..."
Xiaokai chuckled and finally remembered the important matter, "Do you believe me now? I'll give you this treasure, and it should be able to make up for your spiritual veins."
Songfeng was lost in thought for a moment before sighing, "I've gained this treasure, but lost my original four treasures, and even destroyed the millennium spiritual vein out of thin air. And this mahjong set was originally from Huangshan. With the gain and loss, I really find it hard to judge..." His tone was filled with despondency, which made Xiaokai feel a pang of sadness as well.
"Songfeng Master, don't compare it this way," Xuefeng interjected, "Even though Huangshan lost four treasures today, the value of this mahjong set alone far exceeds those four treasures. If I were to judge, the Daoist has gained a lot today."
Songfeng's expression changed slightly as he couldn't help but look at Xuefeng.
Xuefeng smiled faintly and added, "As far as I know, this mahjong set contains much more than just this formation."
"Really?" Songfeng Daoist looked at her hopefully. "There are other formations?"
"Of course," at this point, Xiaokai had to show off, "I've only used two formations just now. If all the formations in this mahjong set are combined, there should be at least ten different formations, and each formation has several variations. When combined, the possibilities are virtually endless! And if all the power of this mahjong set is fully unleashed, I estimate that it would be absolutely invincible against any evil beings."
Songfeng Daoist had been well-cultivated in temperament, but today, first being infuriated by Xiaokai and then being weakened by the formation and bleeding, his energy had declined significantly, allowing his emotions to become uncontrollable. He exclaimed in great joy, "In that case, please teach me how to use it, Sect Leader."