Chapter 409

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Chapter 409: Immortal Slaying Army

Above a quaint ancient city, Nan Province.

Inside the dilapidated Taoist temple, Xuantian Sect Elder Cangyang strolled through, stepping over fallen leaves, looking down at the cracked Immortal Statue beneath him.

One of them happened to bear a striking resemblance to his own appearance.

"Oh no," sighed Elder Cangyang softly, turning to look at the disciples behind him.

"Many people are ignorant, only following the crowd blindly. At one moment, they worship gods and immortals, and the next moment, they destroy temples, vandalize our statues…"

"Doing such pointless things, making me go through this again, then having to rebuild the temple. What a waste."

"Why bother, Master?" spoke the leader of the golden core disciples.

"We can handle these small matters ourselves, there’s no need for Master to intervene."

Elder Cangyang nodded and waved his hand, letting them go.

"If you know what needs to be done, then go ahead."

"When mortals disrespect immortals, we must remind them that we cultivators are called… immortals for a reason."

Cultivators are called immortals by people because their techniques possess incredible power, capable of moving mountains and oceans, and leveling mountains.

So Elder Cangyang didn’t take the resistance of these ordinary people seriously.

The huge gap between immortals and mortals is a gap that cannot be bridged by numbers.

After the disciples left, Elder Cangyang sat in the Taoist temple, calmly closing his eyes to rest.

The leader of Xuantian Sect ordered them to split up and, using the magical techniques of the Nascent Soul cultivator, show their presence in the major cities of Nan Province to counterattack the Southern Army.

However, Elder Cangyang was lazy, always letting his disciples do the work for him, seeing no need to personally intervene.

Of course, he knew that this was a matter personally assigned by the sect leader so he naturally stayed in the city to oversee things and prevent any mishaps.

He rested with his eyes closed.

But gradually, dark clouds began to cover the city, and strong winds blew.

Figures of cultivators with an aura of immortality began to emerge from the mist.

However, at that moment.

At the street corner, there emerged an old man with only half a face.

This person had white hair and a sorrowful figure.

One side of his face was covered in burnt, twisted marks, while the other side showed the dignified and peaceful appearance of a middle-aged man, with gentle wrinkles that did not show much aging.

He didn’t speak, just stood at the gate of the Taoist temple, blocking the cultivators who had just come out from it.

At first, the cultivators were a bit suspicious.

After all, the Xuantian Sect had suffered at the hands of the mortal martial artists from the Qiao family.

Even these Golden Core and foundation building cultivators had heard of it.

Now, a mortal daring to stop them face to face did make them suspect something fishy and made them cautious.

But after carefully sensing the person’s condition, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How dare a mere cultivator at the Foundation Building Stage block us, Xuantian Sect?" The leading golden core cultivator scolded.

Can’t handle a member of the Qiao family, still can’t handle you, a cultivator at the Foundation Building Stage?

With a cold snort, he raised his hand and unleashed a powerful Etching Bones Li Fire.

This Etching Bone Li Fire Talisman is the masterpiece of Xuantian Sect Elder Jiuyang, a deadly weapon for mortal martial artists and formidable even for immortal cultivators.

The red Li fire surged with the wind, turning into a blazing sea of fire in an instant, engulfing the half-faced old man and those around him.

The half-faced old man stood still, like an old pine tree.

Despite the intense flames surrounding him, this old man stood calmly, with a visible aura of True strength swirling around him, causing his robe to flutter slightly and distort in the heat.

"Decades have passed, yet Immortal Gate cultivators are still using the same techniques.."

The old man Li Changshi gently reached out his hand and caressed his damaged face.

Once upon a time, he was defeated by a powerful cultivator’s "Etching Bones Li Fire". Although he managed to escape with his life, he was severely injured, leaving him with only half of his face. As a result, he retired from the battlefield and became a caretaker of the armory for decades.

During these decades, his fighting spirit never waned. After the decline of martial arts, he attempted to switch to cultivating immortality… but the path of an independent immortal practitioner, known as Foundation Building, proved to be inaccessible.

"But these decades of my life have not been in vain."

A gleam flashed in Li Changshi’s remaining eye as he stepped forward, his long knife swiftly unsheathed at his waist, and a bright blade aura burst forth.

Beneath the sharp blade aura, a silver line cut through the surrounding sea of fire, momentarily halting the rising flames.

The golden core cultivator who had spoken earlier widened his eyes slightly, a trickle of blood appearing on his neck as his head soared into the air.

"Hmm?" The surrounding cultivators were immediately astonished.

"This person is not just a Foundation Building Stage independent cultivator; he is clearly a martial artist in the mortal realm…"

Ordinary martial artists are like rabbits with suddenly grown fangs in the forest. Before they show their fangs, cultivators don’t know if these rabbits are harmless rabbits from before or a strange new breed.

"Don’t worry, they are just ordinary martial artists. We have more people on our side, and we also have Elder Cangyang behind us…"

Elder Cangyang brought many disciples from the Xuantian Sect.

There are about five or six golden core cultivators, followed by more than twenty Foundation Building Stage cultivators.

"You are mistaken again, I am really practicing cultivation." Li Changshi revealed a Stone City from his sleeve, from which emerged elderly soldiers with white hair.

"Moreover, we are the ones with more people on our side."

The three hundred elderly soldiers marched out of the Stone City in perfect harmony, already forming battle formations.

In the Hundred-mile Desert, they trained in Li Changge’s "Military Martial Arts Classic," followed by practicing "Human Path Sutra," "Divine Transformation Technique," "Spiritual Sound Conducting Technique," and so on.

After years of hard battles and specialized communication techniques, the three hundred elderly soldiers shared a deep understanding, coordinated seamlessly, and acted as one.

The Hundred-mile Desert is a special place owned by the Zhong Province Great Dao Sect, where it’s very tough to survive with little food and water.

After many years, the three hundred veteran soldiers have greatly improved their spiritual strength.

When they first crossed the desert, after replenishing their energy, dozens of people reached the third level of spiritual strength.

Two years later, nearly a hundred people have mastered the Divine Transformation Technique and achieved True strength.

They fought several battles against dozens of cultivators, successfully dividing the battlefield into more than ten smaller ones.

The battle was heavily one-sided.

However, things changed quickly.

Inside the sect, Elder Cangyang, who had been meditating with closed eyes, opened his eyes.

Although he didn’t like to worry about such troublesome matters, all his important disciples had been killed. How could he just ignore it?

He stood up tall, turning into a red light and quickly arriving. A burst of lightning exploded from his palm, sending Li Changshi and the other soldiers flying out, creating a gap in the battle formation.

"It’s the Nascent Soul Elder of the Immortal Gate…" Li Changshi said solemnly.

At this moment, Li Changshi also received messages from other battlefields through telepathy.

As for the battle situation on Lord Qiao Xin’s side, it goes without saying.

With the help of his brother Lu Yanbei, they were able to defeat the Nascent Soul, with a significant portion of the credit going to Earth Sword Immortal, who had transformed into a stone sword.

This person was once known as the top fighter in the world, even surpassing Martial Saint, dominating the martial arts world. Despite losing his physical body later on, he was still not to be underestimated.

On the other hand, Xue Changhe had accumulated power for over a thousand years… It could even be said that he didn’t embody just one person, but the combined power of the ancestors of the Xue family.

But what did they have on their side?

While the three hundred soldiers were numerous and coordinated well, they were not martial arts geniuses like Xue Changhe and Earth Sword Immortal.

The Qiao family Peach Blossom Villa may have many powerful techniques, but it takes time and effort to master them, even if they are the best techniques.

Even though the three hundred old soldiers are not yet at True strength and are trapped in the desert, their martial arts skills are different in quality, but it would be too difficult for them to confront the Nascent Soul Elder.

"Even so, we cannot retreat," Li Changshi stood up, focused his mind, and remained resolute.

In the eyes of the Lord Qiao Xin, the Earth Sword Immortal, and Xue Changhe, they are all outstanding individuals of their time.

But they are different.

The three hundred old soldiers are not geniuses, just former elderly soldiers who defended the city.

"Wang Songhe is right," Li Changshi silently communicated:

"In this world, there are indeed extraordinary individuals, but we ordinary folks cannot just seek help and enjoy success like cowards."

The three hundred old soldiers responded in unison, their war knives cutting through the air, radiating dazzling sword light that brightened the sky for a moment.

They were not lacking in the courage to fight to the death.

In the Hundred-mile Desert, the flame of forty years never went out.

A Qiao family member took the torch from their hands and passed it to Jiu Province outside. But the fire in their hearts did not extinguish.

"Winning without seeking battle, just aiming to restrain…" Li Changshi thought to himself, guiding three hundred old soldiers in battle formations using the Spiritual Sound Conducting Technique, switching from offense to defense.

………………….

Qingming Valley.

The leader of Xuantian Sect said lightly, "If I were to tell you that by lurking in Xuantian Sect these days, you have fallen for a strategy of luring a tiger out of its mountain, my Xuantian Sect elders have already split up and reached the ruins of the various city temples in Nan Province. How would you respond then?"

Qiao Mu was first taken aback, his expression gradually changing.

At that moment, the Qingming Cave Small World on his shoulders continued to shift from illusion to reality, becoming increasingly heavy. His back also gradually bent downwards, twisting into a contorted curve that was inhuman.

This weight is too heavy for one person to bear, no matter how strong they are. It is not just their own strength holding them up, but the leader of Xuantian Sect has other intentions to slowly break their will.

Just all of a sudden.

"Xuantian Sect’s Elder Sun, acting mysteriously on the city walls of Tiger City, has been slain!"

"Xue Changhe’s martial arts skills have suddenly advanced, defeating the inhuman ‘Xuanyang Immortal’ below the city walls of Eagle City."

"The Three Hundred Immortal Slaying Army from Ape City is facing off against the cultivators of Immortal Gate. The outcome of the battle is still uncertain, seeking reinforcements…"

Several messages of telepathy appeared in Qiao Mu’s mind in succession.

At almost the same time, the calm smile on the face of Xuantian Sect’s leader gradually faded away.

According to the law of conservation of smiles, a smile does not appear out of nowhere or disappear mysteriously; it simply moves from one person’s face to another.

Therefore, Qiao Mu suddenly started smiling arrogantly.

"It seems like there are more foolish people in this world like Qiao who underestimate their own abilities," Qiao Mu said slowly as he caught his breath.

He is now in a very critical state, almost at the point of no return.

It’s better to die early and be reincarnated sooner. After this is over, maybe he will have to rush to help out in Ape City, which is a hundred miles away…

…………….

On Qiao Mu’s side, there is the Spiritual Sound Conducting Technique.

While the Immortal Gate cultivators possess the ancient Message Jade Talisman.

Just now, the leader of Xuantian Sect received a message that the Life Jade Slips of three Nascent Soul Elders in the sect were shattered, indicating that they have been killed.

As for the fourth group, Elder Cangyang is still alive, but many cultivators under his command have fallen in battle.

"Xuantian Sect can’t afford to lose any more Nascent Soul Elders. Whoever is responsible for this will have to be held accountable."

The leader of Xuantian Sect’s face turned cold.

He had originally planned to slowly torment Qiao Mu, break his martial arts will, and extract more information.

But now he had no time for such leisure… With three Nascent Soul Elders dead, there was no more time for the sect leader to relax.

"Are you having a good laugh?"

The leader of Xuantian Sect glanced coldly, gently stretched out his hand, and pressed down lightly.

The almost stagnant Qingming Cave Small World suddenly pressed down with a rumble.

There were no unexpected changes.

There were no explosions of small universes or unexpected incidents like dying out of nowhere.

Under the heavy pressure of the Qingming Cave Small World refined by the True Immortal, Qiao Mu’s figure was instantly completely suppressed, thoroughly deformed and twisted.

The flesh and bones shattered along with the crumbling small rocky mountain beneath their feet, turning into a bloody mess.

Just before Qiao Mu’s death, the mocking smile hanging on his lips inexplicably made the leader of the Xuantian Sect feel uneasy…

"The main culprit has been slain."

The leader of the Xuantian Sect frowned, scanning the surroundings with his spiritual sense.

He was absolutely sure that there were no Qiao family ancestors using demonic techniques like underground travel to secretly approach.

The dignified Soul Changing Taoist Lord was naturally very confident about this.

After that, he looked up at the Qingming Cave Small World that had just collapsed the rocky mountain.

This Qingming Cave Small World was actually not in this realm; he simply used magic to temporarily bring it into this world.

"Qiao Shuangxin is already dead, and in the entire Nan Province, there is no living being left who could possibly threaten me."

The leader of Xuantian Sect hesitated for a moment, then pointed a finger at the Qingming Cave Small World, causing it to stop moving and float in the air once again.

Below, in the Qingming Medicine Valley, there were tens of thousands of Spiritual Farmers, as well as some cultivators from other sects who had not yet left. They were all resources of the Xuantian Sect.

If sacrificing them is necessary to kill Qiao Shuangxin, then so be it.

But now that Qiao Shuangxin is already dead, it would be foolish to continue controlling the Qingming Cave Small World to destroy the Medicinal Valley…

However, there was still a lingering question in his mind.

"What was Qiao Shuangxin thinking before he died?" the leader of Xuantian Sect furrowed his brow.

Qiao Mu’s thoughts before his death were something he could never guess.

I admit that your strategy was quite effective indeed.

By using a spell without actually attacking me, you cornered me into a hopeless situation.

But if I resurrect with full health in the same spot and activate the second stage, how would you respond?