Building a sect from scratch.

The players who had been arguing just moments before quickly took charge and added the player who had asked the question as a friend.

The latter's ID, which was serious yet subtly unserious, was called "Xu Shoucai." For some reason, the players who were watching the drama and arguing felt that Xu Shoucai exuded a strange and eerie aura.

However, after seeing the messy array of magical artifacts, talismans, and pills, the group became somewhat agitated and eagerly asked questions.

"Brother, my own brother, where did you get all this stuff?!"

"This doesn't look like something from the Taiyin Sect's store!"

Xu Shoucai chuckled and said smugly, "Didn't they capture prisoners during the first wave of battle? I took advantage of that to steal them!"

The group exclaimed in shock, "Good heavens! Others rob NPC prisoners, and you rob these?"

"If I ever learned the art of wind manipulation, I'd go and steal it too!"

"You guys think it's possible to sneak over to the Chang'an ship now... cough cough, what, is that alright?"

Xu Shoucai waved his hand and said, "Don't even think about it. There are veteran players watching over there. They're saying they don't want us to do anything sneaky or underhanded because of the hidden attributes!"

One of the players immediately complained, "Tch! It's just a game! Making it sound like a moral high ground election is really boring!"

"Alright, alright, if I get anything good later, I'll share some with you guys! I'm off now!"

Xu Shoucai's expression turned somewhat strange, but he quickly continued speaking as he flew towards the distant battlefield.

Don't worry, don't worry!

……

At this moment, Fang Xianyu had finished his verbal sparring and was staring intently at the seemingly lost Si Yang Immortal.

The Yin Immortal asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, it seems we can't avoid a fight. Are you really unable to take action?"

Immortal Siyang replied, "My primordial spirit has already been in great danger to this point. Instead of asking me to take action, you might as well ask the Supreme God Taiyi!"

The Immortal of Yin said, "He has refused to show himself for a long time; I'm afraid we can't persuade him to come down!"

"We brothers have worked so hard for so many years, we can't let it all go to waste," Immortal Siyang said in a deep voice. "Let our disciples buy us some more time and forcefully cast the incantation to summon the gods!"

The Immortal Si Yin hesitated, "This...this might offend the Supreme God Taiyi..."

"We can't worry about that now. If we don't deal with what's in front of us, even if we defeat the Taiyin Sect, the Qiankun Sect will probably reap the benefits. If the Ziwei Sect weakens or is even destroyed, neither of us brothers will come out unscathed!" Immortal Siyang gritted his teeth and said, "Besides, the Taiyi God has been worshipped by our sect for so many years. How can he stand idly by when it comes to the destruction of our sect?"

Si Yin Xianren turned around and nodded, saying, "That's right, he's probably more afraid of the destruction of the Taiyi Sect than you and I are!" Then, while directing the stewards and the inner disciples with higher cultivation levels to deal with the Taiyin Sect disciples who had just rushed in, he also found a few trusted confidants to prepare an incense table for the gods.

While it's not easy to invite a deity under normal circumstances, as it depends on whether the "deity" being invited is willing to "keep their appointment," there is an exception: a deity can be forcibly "invited" through long-term reliance on incense offerings.

For example, the Taiyi Ziwei Sect has worshipped the Taiyi Supreme God for many years, and the relationship between the two is now inseparable. As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him, he who takes another's money is bound to him," meaning that even if the Taiyi Supreme God is unwilling, the cultivators of the Ziwei Sect can still forcefully invoke the god's presence, and the cultivator presiding over the invocation can even control the power of the divine descent!

Of course, this method would indeed offend the "gods," leading to retaliation and even, if pushed to the limit, the gods might use heavenly tribulations to kill the cultivator. However, very few immortals or gods would do this. Firstly, if they were to kill cultivators arbitrarily, they would also bear the sin of divine retribution. Secondly, most immortals and gods are not so petty; ultimately, isn't it because you coveted their offerings? If you hadn't coveted their offerings or consumed their incense in the first place, you wouldn't be bound by this, nor would you have been forcibly "invited" by the gods.

The preparation of the incense table is not complicated. Since we are forcibly inviting the gods, we have already offended them, so we don't care too much about the details.

Before long, amidst the background noise of fighting, the incense table and offerings were all prepared.

"To shoot a man, shoot his horse first; to capture a thief, capture his king first." Although the cultivation levels of those Taiyin Sect disciples were truly insignificant, and the few hundred scattered Ziwei Sect cultivators who arrived were slaughtered like weeds, dying wave after wave, their endless resurrection was still somewhat troublesome. Occasionally, a cultivator or two could be killed or taken away, and over time, this would eventually become exhausting. Therefore, in Siyin and Siyang's understanding, as long as they could find a way to kill Fang Xianyu first, everything else would naturally fall into place.

"This is ridiculous! This guy's just feeding us easy kills! We can't possibly beat him!"

An unknown player, clutching a Gatling gun, wiped the blood splattered on his face, muttering under his breath, and began wildly firing grenades at the red-named NPC in front of him. But before he could even get a few shots off, a bolt of lightning, seemingly aimed directly at him, struck him, leaving him charred black and blue. Then, a fireball, seemingly from nowhere, completely burned away his already sliver of health, sending him back to the small room to await his resurrection cooldown.

"Don't panic! Listen to my instructions! Attack the marked locations! Don't spread out; focusing fire on a single target makes it easier to get kills! This way, everyone can accumulate battlefield points!"

Nietzsche, the leader of the scattered warriors, directed the group from within the group's microphone, constantly dodging various spells and attacks with agile movement.

"Follow me! Follow me! Follow the marked members! Charge! Charge! Focus fire on targets 1, 2, and 3! Once you've taken them all, retreat! Don't be greedy!"

Nietzsche led his scattered men to launch surprise attacks from behind several large groups, a blitzkrieg tactic that proved remarkably effective, unexpectedly making Nietzsche's scattered men the largest group in terms of kills.

However, the Chang'an First Regiment and the Longshan Large Regiment, which had the highest overall cultivation level and rank, became the main targets of the opposing side's attack. Although they had the highest cultivation level, they were all at the Foundation Establishment level, which was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the disciples of the Ziwei Sect.

The entire battlefield resembled a one-sided massacre, with the disciples of the Ziwei Sect reaping the lives of Wang Ergou and others time and again, even pushing the battlefield outwards until it was almost at Fang Xianyu's feet.

That place was like a forbidden zone, and no one dared to cross it.

"...The fragrance, deep and rich, resonates with the universe; its pure scent, burning brightly, permeates the heavenly gates; the golden bird gallops like an arrow through the clouds, the jade rabbit shines like a chariot wheel; the Southern and Northern Dippers illuminate the sky, five-colored clouds swirl and churn; the sacred hall opens in the Purple Palace, the Peach Blossom Jade Maiden invites the immortals; incense travels a thousand miles to extend the invitation, flying clouds and galloping horses descend to arrive; we pay homage to the Supreme One Master of this altar, and all the saints, immortals, gods, and star lords..."

Si Yang Immortal held burning incense and chanted incantations. Several Nascent Soul cultivators guarded him on both sides, and Si Yang Immortal also stood guard at the front to prevent any escapees from the Taiyin Sect from getting close.

Before long, multicolored light gradually rose around the incense table, and a furious voice suddenly rang out, as if descending from the heavens, its sound shaking all directions—

"Bold!" (End of Chapter)