Both cultivators had the same thought. The Dae Qu sect had weakened after the invisible killer killed one of their Core Formation Realm cultivators, leaving them with just two.
The other forces only had two Core Formation Realm cultivators as well.
The invisible killer was a skills cultivator and could face two opponents in the same realm. If she joins them, their chances of getting the treasure will go up a lot.
The man with the black scabbard and the old man with the hourglass seemed not to realise that they couldn’t see through Feng Shuran’s Realm.
Feng Shuran stared at them disdainfully. She was about to speak when several more groups appeared.
Cultivators rushed towards the river from all directions. Some were riding flying swords while some were on flying beasts.
Soon, there were over five hundred cultivators above the river. Some groups had less than twenty while others had over forty.
The largest group was the one that had arrived after Feng Shuran.
All the cultivators stared at each other with serious faces. Regardless of the numbers in their groups, all sides only had two Core Formation Realm cultivators each; the others were elders and disciples at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
They all showed surprised faces when they saw Feng Shuran, and many of them began to whisper to one another. They were obviously talking about the dispute between the assassin temple and the Dae Qu sect.
Feng Shuran glanced at them with a cold gaze, deciding to ignore them as the treasure was about to surface. There was no use chasing them away anymore.
She flew back to her original spot.
"Invisible killer, think it through. If you join us and we get this treasure, the Dae Qu sect will not be able to do anything to you anymore!" The old man with an hourglass called out when he saw Feng Shuran flying away.
Hearing this, the eyes of the other cultivators turned sharp. If the leader of the assassin temple really teamed up with one of the forces here, they would have three Core Formation Realm cultivators.
The others wouldn’t have a chance once a fight broke out!
Immediately after realising this, many of them rushed forward, about to start inviting Feng Shuran to join them instead.
Before any of them could speak, Feng Shuran looked at the old man and asked disdainfully.
"Do you see anyone from the Dae Qu sect here?"
Her question made everyone freeze in realisation as they looked around. No one from the Dae Qu sect was really present.
They were the strongest force in Oghara and obviously wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.
Plus, they would have already attacked Feng Shuran if they were here.
"Could it be that they are late? Their Core Formation elders might still be looking for you elsewhere." The man with the black scabbard said.
"No, they are all dead." Feng Shuran said loudly.
At the same time she made that statement, the magical treasure in the river finally surfaced, and a powerful bolt of lightning descended from the vortex.
BOOM!
The world trembled under the might of the lightning bolt. In retaliation, a powerful pillar of light rose from the magical treasure and shot towards the lightning bolt.
Both sides collided, and the world shook again; the air cracked, and the river split in two for a moment, revealing the riverbed.
A powerful shockwave swept out in all directions, pushing back all the cultivators above the river over a hundred meters.
Even Feng Shuran was pushed back, while all the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators sustained injuries. Some worse than others.
"Invisible killer, what do you mean you killed them? This isn’t the time to be making jokes; the Dae Qu sect won’t forgive you for slander!" The man with the black scabbard roared after steadying himself in the air.
Feng Shuran stared at him with a straight face.
Forgive her? They were already out to kill her; what difference would slandering them make? Besides, she really did kill them.
Not interested in explaining herself, Feng Shuran turned to look at the power struggle between the lightning tribulation and the treasure.
Powerful shockwaves spread out every second, but they were not as powerful as the first; the cultivators could hold their ground and didn’t get pushed back.
Seeing that he was being ignored, the man with the scabbard was enraged and was about to charge at Feng Shuran but was blocked by the old man with the hourglass.
"Don’t. If you start fighting with her now, we’ll be at a disadvantage later even if you win." He said seriously.
The other party stopped and looked around. The people from the other groups were all looking at him, obviously hoping he would attack the invisible killer and get injured or killed, thereby placing his sect at a disadvantage for the struggle over the treasure later.
"Hmph, a bunch of rats!" The man scoffed and stood back, no longer caring about Feng Shuran. At least not for now.
Everyone returned to watching the fight between the treasure and the lightning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Time passed quickly, and soon, three hours had passed. The lightning from the vortex finally weakened, and the light from the treasure used the opportunity to push it back and forced its way into the vortex.
Bang!
The vortex was destroyed and disappeared. The light from the magical treasure also disappeared as qi rushed towards it, causing the surface of the river to boil again.
The cultivators could finally see the true appearance of the treasure.
It was a needle that was barely the length of a pinky finger. Its body was pitch black, seemingly made out of unknown black material.
More importantly, it was a stage 5 Heavenly-grade magical treasure!
The eyes of all the cultivators around flashed with green light as they stared at the needle above the river. It stayed suspended in the air as the space around it pulsed because of the qi around it.
After some time, the needle trembled violently as if it was about to fly away and released a loud boom, breaking through to the stage 1 Immortal-grade.
An Immortal-grade natural magical treasure!
The entire place was silent as the cultivators focused on the needle. Seconds passed, and the qi around it slowly dissipated. The needle stopped staying in the air and dropped back into the river.
"Now!"
Someone shouted, but his voice was too late as several people shot down like stars, hoping to catch the needle before it entered the water.
"Get out!" The man with the black scabbard shouted and took out his scabbard from his waist before flying forward as well.
The old man with him followed while holding his hourglass.
The Core Formation Realm cultivators from the other groups weren’t behind either, with some of them already close to the needle with their weapons drawn.
It immediately became chaotic as hundreds of cultivators covered the surface of the river like fleas over a corpse.
In the air, above all the chaos, Feng Shuran stared at them with coldness.
"Noisy," she said and immediately released her spiritual pressure as a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
BAM!