Chapter 100: Anxious Return to the Sect — A Grand Offensive Begins
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They continued their journey with great urgency.
It seemed that nearly all rogue cultivators had either joined the Rogue Cultivator Alliance or were involved in the siege on White Cloud Sect.
Over the ten days of their trek, Yu Xian and Zheng Huo didn’t encounter a single Foundation Establishment rogue.
Even the markets of rogue cultivators they passed through were eerily quiet.
Only a few scattered Qi Condensation rogues were still around for basic trade.
Clearly, almost all the Foundation Establishment rogues within White Cloud Sect’s sphere of influence had either joined the alliance—or had been killed.
Zheng Huo was only spared because his market was so far from the sect.
Had he been any closer, he too would’ve been wiped out.
This unnatural quiet only deepened the sense of deadly tension.
And as for what was really happening inside White Cloud Sect now… no one could say.
This alliance of rogue cultivators—unheard of for thousands, even tens of thousands of years—had suddenly formed and launched a massive offensive against the Six Great Sects.
It was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, catching everyone by surprise.
Before it began, there hadn’t been a single sign.
If there had, the powerful cultivators of the Six Great Sects would never have allowed such a union to form.
What were the Six Great Sects?
They were the inheritance of Divine Transformation experts who had founded and built massive sects with millennia of history and strength.
But now, all Divine Transformation cultivators from the Six Sects had vanished without a trace.
No new ones had emerged.
And so this ambush struck at the most vulnerable moment—a time of weakness between generations of power.
Whether it was a calculated move or a cosmic coincidence, the result was the same—
The Six Sects had been caught completely off-guard.
—
One day, Yu Xian and Zheng Huo stood atop a ridge, looking into the distance.
Roughly ten thousand li away, a faint and almost invisible peak stood shrouded in haze.
That was the main peak of White Cloud Sect.
Another five or six days of travel would bring them to its gates.
And yet, the closer they got, the more hesitant Yu Xian became.
He had no idea if the siege had been lifted… or if the alliance was still attacking.
If the siege was ongoing, trying to approach the sect would be nothing short of suicide.
“Daoist Brother, most of White Cloud Sect’s disciples have been summoned back. This area is likely crawling with members of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. If we keep going, we’ll be exposed,” Zheng Huo warned.
Yu Xian exhaled slowly and nodded.
“You’re right. Pressing forward now would do nothing but get us killed.”
He understood clearly—
If he charged in and was captured, death would be a blessing.
If he were dragged to the frontlines and seen by his master… his master would undoubtedly come out to save him.
And if that happened?
It would only cause his master to die in vain.
Totally meaningless.
Zheng Huo frowned, thinking aloud, “Daoist Brother, what if we infiltrated the Rogue Cultivator Alliance and then tried to sneak into White Cloud Sect from within?”
Yu Xian shook his head.
“No. They wouldn’t be careless. Even if we passed their tests and joined them, they’d mark us with the Alliance’s spiritual imprint. At that point, even our own sect wouldn’t trust us anymore.
They’d think we truly defected. There’d be no turning back.”
“Then… what do we do?”
Zheng Huo looked anxiously toward the distant sect.
“We go anyway,” Yu Xian said, voice firm.
“The Nascent Soul experts are surely occupied with breaking the great formation.
If we’re discovered, it’ll likely be by Foundation Establishment guards at most.
As long as we’re careful, we can avoid them. And if we can’t…”
Yu Xian turned to Zheng Huo, eyes calm.
“Are you afraid?”
Zheng Huo’s brows rose. Then he grinned.
“With Daoist Brother at my side, I’ll fight even a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator without hesitation!”
He was right.
Yu Xian’s weakness as a body cultivator was distance—but if they worked together, even peak Foundation Establishment enemies would be in serious trouble once caught.
Yu Xian nodded.
He suppressed his aura and spiritual pressure as much as he could.
Zheng Huo followed suit.
Then they descended from the ridge and proceeded on foot, toward the sect.
—
Two more days passed.
They used no spells, and Yu Xian slowed down for Zheng Huo’s sake.
Even so, they covered over 900 li—but at that pace, it would take at least ten more days to reach the sect.
The benefit was clear, though.
Along the way, they discovered four rogue cultivator watchposts.
Each one had Foundation Establishment guards, but none of them spotted Yu Xian and Zheng Huo as they quietly avoided detection.
The Rogue Cultivator Alliance’s control was terrifyingly vast.
Not only did they have thousands of rogue cultivators besieging White Cloud Sect,
but they also had Foundation Establishment cultivators stationed all around the perimeter.
In total, the alliance had gathered nearly all Foundation Establishment rogues within a 50,000-li radius.
These outposts weren’t just to block returning disciples—
they were early warning systems.
No one knew if neighboring sects like Puppet Spirit Sect or Medicine King Valley would suddenly move to aid White Cloud Sect.
The Rogue Alliance clearly feared a pincer attack.
If that happened, their morale would collapse.
And yet…
one month into the siege, neither neighboring sect had sent help.
They were clearly watching and waiting, hoping to benefit from the fight without getting involved.
“Do they really think if White Cloud Sect falls, they won’t be next?”
“Do they believe the alliance will make peace with them?”
Yu Xian scoffed inwardly.
Even a junior disciple like him understood the principle of “the lips gone, the teeth grow cold.”
How could those Nascent Soul elders not see that?
It was pathetic.
“Daoist Brother, look!”
Zheng Huo suddenly pointed forward, his expression tense.
“There’s something wrong with White Cloud Sect’s formation!”
Yu Xian’s heart skipped a beat. He looked up quickly.
In the far distance, the great peak was now clearly visible.
The massive defensive array, the Skycloud Myriad Layer Formation, once like a gentle mist around the mountain, was now shaking violently—
As if it could collapse at any moment!
This formation, crafted by the sect’s founder Yun Lingyun, had withstood three great disasters over thousands of years.
Could it not hold out a fourth time?
“Let’s go!”
Yu Xian finally lost control of his anxious heart.
He released half of his suppressed cultivation, and his speed instantly surged.
He had to get closer—to see for himself what was happening!
If the sect really had fallen, then even if he had to infiltrate the enemy ranks, he would find his master—no matter what!
Zheng Huo didn’t waste another word.
He summoned a flight technique and took to the low skies, rushing forward with Yu Xian.
—
Meanwhile, at White Cloud Sect.
The giant peak was still shielded by the Skycloud Myriad Layer Formation, holding strong for the moment.
Inside, two Nascent Soul elders, sixteen Core Formation elders, over a hundred Foundation Establishment disciples, and tens of thousands of Qi Condensation outer disciples were all pouring their energy into the array, holding back wave after wave of attacks.
Among them was Xiao Wusheng, the Master of the Pill Hall.
Though he hadn’t seen Yu Xian in nearly nine months, his face remained calm.
His once-black hair had now turned entirely white.
But his aura had changed—he had broken through from Foundation Establishment Great Perfection to early Core Formation!
His eyes were bright and determined, unshaken by fear.
“Hahahaha!”
A maniacal laugh echoed through the heavens.
A black-robed daoist hovered high in the sky.
Above his head, a massive ten-zhang soul banner fluttered, releasing thousands of howling spirits.
Every time he struck, giant ghost claws crashed down on the defensive array like a falling sky.
“White Cloud Sect! Jianghu scum!
Eight hundred years ago, I only slaughtered a small mortal kingdom—just fifty thousand souls to forge my soul banner!
Yet you hunted me across the world for eight full years!
You destroyed a thousand of my evil souls!
Today… is the day you PAY!
I’ll turn all of you into souls for my banner! Hahaha!”
Beside him floated a gold-robed youth, expression calm, holding a giant golden bell above his head.
Each wave of his hand sent blinding golden blades sweeping across the battlefield.
To the side, a blue-robed woman with a phantom green bamboo behind her lifted her hand—
Countless bamboo leaves fell like a sea of blades, storming the formation with deadly force.
Finally, an azure-robed old daoist, expressionless, raised his hand in silence.
On his forehead, a tiny golden dragon flickered with light, as if alive.
Whenever he pointed, deafening explosions erupted in front of him, shaking the formation.
These were the four Nascent Soul experts leading the assault.
Beneath them, over thirty Core Formation cultivators,
two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators,
and fifty to sixty thousand Qi Condensation rogue cultivators
joined forces in a storm-like assault—
an overwhelming tide of destruction hammering at the ancient defenses of White Cloud Sect!
