Building a sect from scratch.

Jiao Xueling, who had been acting as a mascot and bystander, immediately realized the players' intentions. She only had time to say "Come help save people" before flying to the location of the group of unconscious Taiyi Ziwei Sect disciples. She used her spiritual energy to try to move some people away before the sword light fell.

Lu Wenyuan and Chaoyan didn't delay either, and went to help, but they were not as fast as Jiao Xueling. By the time they flew over, the sword light was almost above their heads!
The flying boat was locked by the sword light and could not be moved. However, unexpectedly, under the pressure of this huge sword light, Lu Wenyuan and Chaoyan, due to their low cultivation level, were unable to control their spiritual power as soon as they stepped into the range of the sword light!
The two, who could have easily carried more than a dozen people, could only carry one person at a time, like ordinary people carrying a heavy bag. They tumbled and crawled off the airship before finally taking off again.

Kui Congrong didn't react for a moment. By the time she realized what the three of them were trying to do, it was too late to think about why these three good-for-nothing junior disciples, who used to only run away when trouble came, would do something that was comparable to being possessed.

Kui Congrong's cultivation was far superior to the other three. Although he couldn't block the sword light, he used all his strength to desperately unleash various spells against it. He even threw out his most precious Jianmu seed, which he had nurtured for so many years, in an attempt to deplete some of the sword energy's power.

Even after throwing the Jianmu seedlings out, she herself didn't understand why she did it.

She bit her lip with heartache. Although she could nurture the Jianmu seed plant again even if it was destroyed, this Jianmu seed plant was one she had nurtured for hundreds of years, so it was not an ordinary precious plant!

Is she out of her mind?! How could she do something like this?!

While cursing herself inwardly, Kui Congrong continued to cast spells, her spiritual energy struggling to keep up with the speed at which she was casting them.

Seeing this, Fang Xianyu felt a mix of emotions. She quietly removed the eggshell that had been temporarily added to the flying boat and instead, like Wei Congrong, used various spells to weaken the power of the sword light.

In just a few dozen seconds, the world chat was filled with less than ten pages of trash talk. Thanks to the efforts of NPC cultivators like Wei Congrong and Jiao Xueling, as well as the players who went to their deaths a second time after being resurrected, the sword light finally lost its power when it touched the flying boat, leaving only a deep scratch on it.

Many players were so excited they were moved to tears: "Holy crap! My contribution points are finally saved!"

"Waaaaah, this is so hard! I've already delivered it twice!"

Of course, the aftermath of this incident was also significant—

"Can't you guys, you damn game planners, have any humanity?! *beep beep*"

"You dog planner, you beep—beep—"

"Is this a plot design that carbon-based life forms could come up with?! Is that BOSS insane? Why doesn't he attack us instead of his own disciple? You dog of a planner, do you even understand the logic behind this?!"

"You shameless scoundrel, you planner!"

It wasn't that no one spoke up: "Well...maybe they were actually targeting our airship. After all, the Chang'an is the biggest airship, the biggest target, so of course they'd shoot it! It just so happens that we were captured on board..."

But as soon as he said that, the other players who were venting their emotions objected.

"You dog of a planner, do you dare to speak up on your main account?!"

"How much is each of these brothers? My family is starving, but I want to earn this money too!"

"Today it's dilation and abortion, tomorrow it's induced labor... Oh, sorry, wrong channel, please continue!"

"You damn game planner! Come on! Let's team up! I'll beat you until you're begging for mercy!"...

"Senior brother, let's figure out how to deal with Fang Xianyu first... Senior brother!?"

Seeing that Si Yang Immortal's two swords had been ineffective, Si Yin Immortal became somewhat impatient. He was about to appease Si Yang and kill Fang Xianyu first when he turned around and saw that Si Yang's figure had already disappeared, leaving only the dignified but rigid avatar of Taiyi God in the same spot.

That old bastard Si Yang actually ran away!?
The Immortal of Yin was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

The tribulation clouds overhead were still gathering, but their position was getting further and further back, and it seemed that they were mainly heading towards Siyang Peak.

Immediately afterwards, an angry snort came from the side, a strange gust of wind swept in, the incense sticks on the altar were suddenly blown out, and the avatar of the Supreme God Taiyi gradually dissipated.

In an instant, the Immortal Si Yin had run out of cards.

"How ironic. As elders of the Taiyi Ziwei Sect, you turn your swords against your own disciples, while the disciples of my Taiyin Sect risk their lives to protect your Ziwei Sect disciples... even if they are a group of prisoners."

Fang Xianyu shook her head and sighed, "Si Yin, you can't turn things around anymore."

The Immortal Si Yin laughed in fury: "Fang Xianyu, how can you be so ridiculous? My Taiyi Ziwei Sect has tens of thousands of disciples, while your Taiyin Sect only has a few hundred. You say my Ziwei Sect can't turn the tide?!"

Fang Xianyu said calmly, "You don't need to confuse the issue. When I said you can't turn things around, I was referring to Si Yin, not the disciples of the Taiyi Ziwei Sect. I have no grudge against them, so why would I target them?"

The Immortal Si Yin persisted, saying, "You killed my Taiyi Ziwei Sect disciple when we had no grudge against each other?"

"This is a war between two sects, not child's play. Is it possible that no one will die?" Fang Xianyu raised his voice so that the Taiyi Ziwei Sect disciples behind him could hear him: "I might as well say this: you Ziwei Sect members can rest assured. After Si Yin dies, things will remain the same. Furthermore, you won't have to be subservient to anyone when it comes to cultivating techniques. I will have a library built on Rongyu Mountain, where you can freely choose from hundreds of techniques. There will be no mandatory sect affairs, and you won't have to serve tea and water to the elders. If you have heard about what happened in Chang'an City, you can refer to that. Rongyu Mountain will become like Chang'an City, and even the manager of Rongyu Mountain will be the familiar Qianzhi Zhenren. The Taiyin Sect will not interfere with Qianzhi Zhenren's choice..."

"Shut up! Don't try to intimidate me with these words!"

The Yin Immortal grew furious: "We have no enmity whatsoever, yet you keep telling me to die! My disciples from the Ziwei Sect and your disciples from the Taiyin Sect are already enemies. How can you pretend nothing happened?! Do you think you can fool a three-year-old?!"

“Don’t misunderstand,” Fang Xianyu smiled and added, “I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m informing you.”

"Please die!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an extremely terrifying, pure heavenly lightning bolt locked onto the Yin Immortal. The tables had turned, and this time, it was his turn to be stiff-limbed and unable to move.

The Yin Immortal was almost speechless. He tried his best to turn his eyes, but could only watch helplessly as a dazzling purple light flashed out from the already somewhat distorted tribulation clouds!

This is a heavenly lightning bolt worth a thousand points! (End of Chapter)