Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1659: 128: Battle of Zhongsheng Continent - Part 2

Chapter 1659: Chapter 128: Battle of Zhongsheng Continent – Part 2

The effect can’t be said to be non-existent, it can only be said to be better than nothing.

If not for Palace Master Qin of Yuanci Palace, mastering the Yuanci Dao Domain with ever greater expertise, suppressing Class V True Martial Cultivators to the point of being unable to advance, and for the two retired Palace Masters jointly returning to action, leading the local Mage Families of Zhongsheng Continent in full resistance against the True Martial Cultivators’ invasion, temporarily dividing the Luo River with the True Martial Cultivators, it is feared Zhongsheng Continent would have long fallen by now.

But to his knowledge, over the past thirty-plus years, as the number of True Martial Cultivators arriving in Zhongsheng Continent has become increasingly astounding, Yuanci Palace’s resistance has also appeared more and more strained. Considering that once Zhongsheng Continent is conquered by True Martial Cultivators, with control over Three Continents, in time, the Three Sects and One Clan would inevitably meet defeat and destruction; after temporarily addressing the assaults of the primitive Demonic Sect, there was no choice but to take risks and come here, hoping for a swift victory to accomplish everything in one move.

Of course, this isn’t a good strategy, but for the Qin Family of Jin and the Three Sects, it’s the only option they have.

However, upon hearing the young cultivator’s explanation, the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan still expressed skepticism:

“Although I do not know how many have come from the Three Sects this time, nor how many Immortal Ascension Ancestors… how much power can they exert now?”

“The True Martial Cultivators are numerous, virtually in overwhelming quantities.”

“The spiritual energy in Zhongsheng Continent is also very thin, even if generously given to Immortal Ascension Ancestors to kill, how many can be killed?”

“Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!”

Upon hearing this, the young cultivator felt a heaviness in his heart but did not share the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan’s pessimism. Jin had already fully mobilized, the Wanxiang Sect, originally secluded, had decided to personally intervene this time, showing its resolve.

The Sect Master even specially dispatched him to the front line to verify the situation of the True Martial Cultivators and to formulate subsequent strategies accordingly.

Under these circumstances, even if the True Martial Cultivators are numerous, their top strengths are too weak, and Jin is not without hope of victory.

However, he did not share these thoughts with the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan, seeing the other’s anxiousness, he could only comfort him:

“Don’t worry, now that the Three Sects and One Clan are arriving, the situation is about to change; during this time, just guard this place well to prevent any covert assaults by the True Martial Cultivators, and after that, it’ll be safe…”

The young cultivator’s voice abruptly stopped, his eyes widened as he covered his mouth.

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan listened in doubt:

“Taoist Brother Qian, safe what? Safe?”

Immediately, he saw the other spring upright, shouting urgently:

“It’s not safe!”

“Quick! Move! The True Martial Cultivators have arrived!!”

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this, looking distrustfully toward the opposite riverbank.

Through the thick fog, he could vaguely see the lush greenery along the riverbank, numerous dark, cold fortresses, and on the walls of the fortresses, rows of Divine Crossbows aimed consistently at the western riverbank.

His heart was suddenly filled with suspicions.

“They’re not coming…”

However, the young cultivator didn’t hesitate, immediately releasing mana, forcibly wrapping the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan, lowering their figures, and speeding towards deeper into the forests while extracting a Spirit Rhinoceros Stone, injecting mana into it, and shouting urgently:

“The True Martial Cultivators have arrived!”

Afterwards, he directly stored the Spirit Rhinoceros Stone, running silently without looking back.

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan watched with his scalp tingling, shouting urgently:

“Taoist Brother Qian, if you don’t want to live, don’t drag me down! Falsely reporting battle conditions is a serious crime!”

But the young cultivator didn’t have even a moment to explain, his figure rapidly darting by.

“You, you! I thought I found a kindred spirit in you, and you want to harm me! I’ve been blind…”

Before he finished speaking, the young cultivator suddenly stopped, concealing breath and halting his Qi, urgently saying:

“Shh!”

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan instinctively shut his mouth.

In the next moment, amidst the hazy fog, shadows carrying a faint hint of blood energy swiftly flew past not far away.

Yet they did not notice their presence.

Seeing these familiar figures, the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan’s heart was shaken:

“True Martial Cultivators?!”

“But… how did they manage to pass through the outside formation without making any noise?!”

His gaze fell upon the young cultivator, and he finally realized.

The other had indeed detected the silent infiltration of True Martial Cultivators!

“How did he notice? Even I didn’t detect anything.”

True Martial Cultivators are adept at concealing breath, making it difficult even for cultivators to detect them. He had honed this ability through years on the front line, summarizing a set of rules, yet this Taoist Friend Qian, being here on the front line for the first day, directly taught him a lesson.

“Is this the capability of disciples from a Major Sect?”

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan couldn’t help but feel a sense of complexity.

However, at this very moment, the young cultivator suddenly grabbed him, blatantly leaping upward, in front of the series of True Martial Cultivators, swiftly piercing through the void, flying towards the main force of the western cultivators!

His jaw dropped in shock.

And in the moment the two left their original spot, a figure suddenly crashed down where they had been!

Blood energy surged, obliterating groves of trees, stones, everything disappeared, and the fog was thoroughly dispersed!

It was evidently a dry, skinny True Martial Cultivator elder, rich with blood energy.

“Catch him!”

Though he was an old man, his voice was full of energy. With a sharp shout, an array of Class IV True Martial Cultivators rapidly chased after the young cultivator and the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan!

This change immediately affected the entire riverbank along the Luo River.

Wow!

Above the river, mountains, mudflats, and swamps… the mist above was completely dispersed by the figures of cultivators breaking through the void!

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan glanced along the riverbank but didn’t see a single cultivator, his face changed dramatically:

“All the guard points along the line have been taken down?!”

“Could it be… the True Martial Cultivators are launching a major attack?!”

But soon, he had no time to think about it, his face turned wild, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

“Taoist Brother Qian, hurry! Faster! So many True Martial Cultivators!”

The young cultivator dared not delay, frantically rushing towards the distant direction of the cultivators’ camp.

Originally, the camp was distanced from the Luo River to prevent a surprise attack from the True Martial Cultivators, preserving a wide enough buffer zone.

It was a cautious move, yet now it had become their death warrant!

Th𝙞ṡ 𝐜hαp𝗍ҽr ḭʂ p𝟬𝐬𝐭ᥱⅆ b𝐲 𝖪𝙞𝕥ℯ𝑛𝑜ѵ𝘦𝗹

If viewed from the sky, one could see True Martial Cultivators from all directions along the river, like black grains of sand, rapidly converging towards the young cultivator and the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan, resembling the shape of an hourglass.

“Why are they all chasing us?!”

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan quickly sensed something was wrong, and his voice carried a hint of a cry.

The young cultivator, however, remained silent, charging forward with determination.

Just as the middle-aged man with the surname Yuan was about to speak, he suddenly saw a few figures in the distant sky approaching them at a speed far exceeding that of the surrounding Class IV True Martial Cultivators!

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan was on the verge of tears:

“Class V True Martial Cultivators… it’s King An! King Xin! Giant King…”

“Why are they chasing us too?!”

Boom!

An old man in the back made a slight crouch in mid-air, then fiercely leaped!

Almost in an instant, a surge of Blood Energy like an arrow overtook them, blocking the young cultivator’s path!

With a head of white hair, dry as if skin and bones, yet a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, looking both ugly and terrifying:

“You’re quite fast… but I can’t let you report back!”

The young cultivator narrowed his eyes slightly, though nervous inside, he asked in a steady voice:

“Who are you?”

The middle-aged man with the surname Yuan trembled like a leaf, struggled to utter two words:

“…Northern King!”

The young cultivator was slightly startled:

“He’s the Northern King?”

The man before him was so withered it was inhuman, it seemed he might not survive the next breath, yet he turned out to be one of the top True Martial Cultivators, second only to the mysterious Patriarch of True Wu.

The withered old man grinned, his eyes fixed on the young cultivator, seeing no fear in them, his voice hoarse and low:

“Interesting, what’s your name?”

The young cultivator secretly swallowed his saliva, speaking with neither arrogance nor humbleness:

“My name is Qian Baimao, I am of the Wan…”

The withered old man ‘oh’d softly, seemingly uninterested in hearing more, and his Blood Energy pressed down aggressively!

Seeing the anger and shock in the young cultivator’s eyes, he showed a mocking expression:

“Living long makes the mind muddled!”

At this moment.

The withered old man’s mind suddenly blared with warning bells!

Startled, he quickly scanned around, sensing the presence of numerous cultivator figures accompanied by array patterns silently emerging from the void all around!

Centering on Qian Baimao and himself, faintly encircling!

The withered old man’s heart shook greatly:

“Not good! How did they know we would ambush at this time?!”

The Blood Energy had yet to be withdrawn.

At this moment.

A fierce sword-light suddenly flew out from Qian Baimao’s body!

Straight at the withered old man’s heart!