Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 669 Arrangement
In the palace.

"If that's the case, I will definitely ask on behalf of my predecessors to clarify the lineage."

Xu Xuan agreed to the matter, his tone resolute.

Guan Quan's expression darkened slightly. There was a reason why he hadn't sought out anyone else. The people of the Delightful Demon Land were notoriously difficult to kill. In the current Purple Mansion of the Great Li, apart from the Purple Peak, only a few people could reliably kill the demons of this path.

And Xu Jianxian is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate at present.

"If the [Qingtian Xuanyu Grand Formation] is to be deployed, preparations are still needed. I can come to your esteemed Dao to set up the formation a year from now. If Xu Jianxian can settle things with my disciple during the Northern Expedition, then there will be no need to exchange anything. If not, we can discuss the matter of spiritual items later."

Guan Quan appeared quite magnanimous and was not worried about the other party's credibility. After all, there had been many transactions between the two sides, and they had all ended amicably.

Setting up the formation is a crucial matter, especially since Xu Xuan is going to the front lines and will inevitably be more concerned about the sect. Therefore, Guan Quan's willingness to set up the formation first can be considered a favor.

"Thank you, senior."

Xu Xuan didn't stand on ceremony; the sect truly needed this grand formation.

There is Wucheng to the north, so the Liao people should not be able to attack. However, the Dali is not stable internally either. Although it is unlikely that any crazy person will come to attack, nothing is absolute.

The two discussed some details, and Guan Quan took his leave, stepping into the void and disappearing in an instant.

Inside the main hall, Xu Xuan looked at the remaining purple aura, and his heart stirred.

"I never knew there was such a thing at Louguan."

"I think his disciple voluntarily joined the demonic path. Ha, Louguan is not some small and insignificant family. It's absurd that they could let the Demonic Land of Desire kidnap their direct descendants."

Tian Tuo had been listening in his inner vision for a long time, and having heard about these shameful things about the Great Dao lineage, he was much quieter. Only now did he express his opinion, and his tone was still harsh.

“Jing Xing is not a demon, so killing him would not be difficult, but I’m afraid we might not be able to find him.”

Xu Xuan was quite confident about this matter. If he could see the other party, it would only be a matter of one sword strike. However, if the other party delayed in coming out and hid in the back, he would have a hard time finding him.

"We'll just have to wait and see."

Xu Xuan stepped out of the main hall and stood on a cloud.

He was pondering the northern expedition, silently watching the mountain scenery from among the clouds. Before long, it was dusk, and the red sun was setting in the west, half-hidden behind the distant mountains.

The thunderous laws within the Crimson Cloud Void suddenly stirred again. Xu Xuan looked over and faintly sensed a sorcery aura escaping from the border of the Witch Wasteland. Although it was concealed, it was still detected by the thunder.

The aura headed straight towards the direction of Tianshui, without lingering in the red clouds, but Xu Xuan sensed something was amiss.

"This is the Purple Mansion of Tiandu Mountain, heading towards the frontier."

Xu Xuan did not obtain any information about the Thunder Department, but based on the other party's aura, he deduced that he should be a cultivator in the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm.

"It is that Yuan Chai."

A thought flashed through his mind, and he guessed the man's identity. This northern expedition was to involve Tiandu Mountain, and they were just waiting for the great shaman to emerge from seclusion before heading north.
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Qinghu Lake.

The lake was as smooth as a mirror, peaceful and serene. On the south bank, a brown-yellow Great Wall, over a hundred feet high, could be seen stretching endlessly along the Baihe River eastward to the Dai region, all the way to the Yan-Yun land.

From time to time, magical light rose from the Great Wall, and water and fire surged. From it emerged cultivators and heavenly soldiers, each wielding a magical weapon, activating the great formation to annihilate all the demons below the city.

Occasionally, some demons would get too close and step into the radiant light, only to be forced to their knees and writhe in agony, ultimately being killed by a single blow from the cultivators who emerged from above.

North of Wucheng lies an endless desert, with yellow sand stretching to the horizon and not a trace of green in sight. The setting sun, like blood, shines on the city walls, making the desolate scenery of the frontier even more unbearable.

The demons and monsters piled up beneath the city walls were mostly driven by the witchcraft of the Ling Sa sect. Their cultivation levels were mostly at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages, posing no real threat to the [Changwu Ancient City]. However, their large numbers were always an obstacle, so they needed to be cleared out regularly.

At the top of the city wall stood a man in blue robes, handsome in appearance, with an air of authority and coldness between his brows, making him seem unapproachable.

Thunderclouds rolled, silver snakes darted, and lightning burst forth in an instant, blasting the demons and monsters below the city into ashes, which were then buried by yellow sand.

A few that had been subjected to special witchcraft still had their remains on the ground, but they were all cut down by a sword light that drifted down from above. In just an instant, the area in front of the city was completely empty.

"Master Liu."

A celestial soldier, clad in silver armor adorned with thundercloud patterns, descended from the clouds above. His face was as white as silver, and he held a long spear. He bowed in submission and spoke in a rather stiff tone:

"Recently, many demons have been heading south, so we may need to stay here for another ten days."

Liu Xingfang nodded slightly, signaling the other party to leave. Then, the heavenly soldier transformed into a line of lightning and returned to the clouds. There were countless such heavenly soldiers stationed in the vast sky.

Among the Thunder Department, there are roughly two categories. The first is these heavenly soldiers and generals who have completely integrated into the divine path. They seem to have received some secret technique and been promoted to the Foundation Establishment level, but they can not advance any further. Although they enjoy incense offerings, their own thoughts and emotions are affected, and they become more and more like wooden puppets and clay sculptures.

Secondly, there are those like him who are merely nominally in charge of the Thunder Department. Although they hold a position, they do not actually receive any offerings or blessings, and can leave whenever they want.

He naturally learned this from his master.

Even if one has not fully integrated into the divine path, ordinary cultivators dare not easily register their names, as they are easily tainted by karmic consequences and their own lives. The higher one's cultivation level, the more obvious this becomes.

However, the Thunder God path he cultivated was a worldly lineage of cultivation and the source of the Thunder God path. Being registered in the Thunder Department would greatly benefit his own aura and immortal foundation.

The most effective one was the seal script that read "The Law of Calamity Comes of Its Own".

The more he conforms to the authority of the Thunder Palace, the more he will receive divine blessings and have his influence expanded, such as judging criminals, suppressing evil and subduing wickedness, and even greatly enhancing his own status within the Thunder Department.

This is something even his master could not match.

It can be said that although he has not yet entered the path of divinity, he is actually an ancient true cultivator with the blessing of the Thunder Palace. Even without using the sword path, he is still one of the top Foundation Establishment cultivators.

As for swordsmanship, there are three moves in the "Collapse Sword Technique Explanation". He has mastered the first two moves, except for the last one which requires sword intent. As for his master's swordsmanship, he has grasped its essence. Except for "Collapse Master", he has comprehended most of the sword techniques.

'I'm afraid it will be difficult to cultivate sword intent.'

The setting sun, like blood, shone on the city walls, and the sky gradually darkened. Liu Xingfang looked at the boundless desert in the distance, and a silver glint seemed to appear in his eyes, bright as a star.

The vast desert north of Qinghu Lake is called the Great Youhuang. It is said that it was affected by the fall of an ancient golden elixir, and is extremely desolate with sandstorms everywhere, stretching for three thousand miles.

The demons and monsters outside the city were born from the Great Wilderness. They were mostly of the Earth element and were driven and refined by the cultivator of the "Spiritual Sage" sect. They then came to kill this place.

Among the three types of witches, Lingsa can transform into demons and spirits. Cultivators of this path often enjoy commanding spirits and monsters, and the distant Great Netherworld is simply a source of endless spirits and monsters.

Some cultivators did advocate for a direct assault into the desert to set up an array and eliminate the threat, but ultimately they all gave up. Beyond this desert, heading north leads to a series of deep valleys, the most expansive of which is the [White Valley], which covers a vast area and controls the only gateway into Liao, under the control of the Delightful Demon Land.

"After ten days, I'll be able to return to the mountains for some quiet contemplation."

Liu Xingfang's heart stirred slightly, and his expression softened as he thought of his wife and daughter.

He was getting old, and although his desire for the sword remained as firm as iron, he had a family and a soft spot in his heart.

At this moment, there was some commotion on the city walls. The light surged, and the cultivators rode the wind. They saw a long and magnificent procession approaching from the direction of Tianshui. There were nearly ten thousand people, a mix of cultivators and mortals. Most of them were wearing prison clothes and shackles, and they were being driven by golden and bronze puppets towards Qinghu.

"?"

He rose into the air on the wind and looked at the line of people behind him. He saw that the leader was a woman wearing a golden cloud robe. She had a bright and beautiful face, wore a precious bracelet on her wrist, and her aura was that of the Hidden Gold Daoist lineage.

Currently, Liu Xingfang is in charge of the border defense near Qinghu. His position in the Thunder Department is already the first level below the Purple Mansion. It can be said that if he wants to be promoted, he can get the Fire of Departure in no time.

Seeing this strange group, Liu Xingfang remained calm and ordered the heavenly soldiers to stay still, while he himself rode the wind to Qinghu Lake to meet them.

"Could it be Fellow Daoist Tantai from Tifeng Mountain?"

He recognized the other person as Tantai Yiyu, a direct descendant of Tifeng Mountain.

If it were someone from another family, he might be more wary, but Ti Feng could be regarded as a subordinate of Li Song, and he was on good terms with his own sect, so he must have something important to do on this trip.

But then the group of golden and bronze puppets, each dozens of feet tall, stopped and surrounded the densely packed death row inmates on the south bank of Qinghu Lake, while the woman in golden clothes had already taken flight on the wind.

Night had fallen, and the bright moon hung in the sky, its reflection shimmering in the lake.
This place was already desolate, and it had suffered from a series of great battles in the past. Now, with countless prisoners mourning by the lake, it truly resembled the underworld.

Tantai Yiyu stood on the clouds, bowing respectfully from afar.

"Indeed, it is indeed Fellow Daoist Liu who has been guarding this place recently, which is fortunate of me, as it has saved me from trouble. I was ordered by the Di family to bring these 7,300 prisoners here, but Fellow Daoist Liu has not received any news?"

She had met Liu Xingfang before and knew his identity within the Thunder Department.

"I did not receive any news of your arrival, fellow Daoist. Who are these prisoners?"

Liu Xingfang's expression changed slightly. He had not received any news, not even from the Thunder Department, and he did not know what orders Tantai Yiyu had given for his actions.

Tantai Yiyu smiled slightly, took out a token wreathed in flames, identified himself, and said:

"This is to pave the way for the northern expedition. Soon, the Purple Mansion will cast a spell. Please ask Fellow Daoist Liu to have the generals of the Thunder Department prepare and stabilize the great formation."

Liu Xingfang's gaze darkened. Seeing that the item in the other party's hand was genuine, he then ordered the hundred or so heavenly soldiers on the city walls to guard the formation and perform their respective duties.

"Start the ceremony."

Tantai Yiyu gave a soft command, and the light of the hidden gold changed, like a treasure lock, causing the aura of the many golden and bronze puppets below to surge, surrounding the condemned prisoners even more tightly.

[Jin Renjian]

This supernatural power is the mental power of the Hidden Gold Path. It has the wonderful function of manipulating various treasures and enlightening spirituality. It is also the basis for her ability to control these dozens of golden and bronze puppets.

Meanwhile, a large bronze cauldron fell from the Taixu Lake on the north bank of Qinghu Lake, half-submerged in the water. Its surface was engraved with countless poisonous insects, ghosts and gods, and mountain and river patterns, and was surrounded by a vast aura of witchcraft.

"Purple Mansion Spiritual Artifact"

Liu Xingfang had already sensed something was wrong and retreated to the city wall to observe the situation.

The bronze cauldron began to shake, scattering incantations. The prisoners below were beheaded or torn apart, dying instantly, as if a gust of wind had blown and the wild grass had fallen to the ground.

The remains and blood surged toward the massive bronze cauldron, which resembled a small mountain. For a moment, it seemed as if hundreds of thousands of witches and ghosts appeared above the lake, enjoying the blood sacrifice.

"go."

Suddenly a low, hoarse voice rang out, echoing throughout the area. Then, the group of witches and ghosts howled and scattered into the void, disappearing without a trace.

A moment of silence followed.

Liu Xingfang suddenly sensed something was wrong. He turned around and looked at the northern desert, about a hundred miles away from Tongwu City, where he could see countless iron-gray cyclones rising into the sky.

From within the iron-gray clouds came chilling gnawing sounds. Countless fist-sized gray rats scurried out, squeaking and screaming, their fur and flesh being stripped away by an invisible force until only skeletons remained.

A figure emerged, its aura dissipating. It was clearly a first-level Purple Mansion cultivator. Flesh and blood continuously fell from its body, turning into countless gray rats upon touching the ground.

"Lingsa" Purple Mansion!
It is certain that there are cultivators of the Spirit Sa Sect in the Great You Wilderness. However, the other party has the advantage of terrain. Over the years, they have sent Purple Mansion cultivators to deal with them, but they have always escaped as soon as they enter the desert.

At this moment, the aura of this person in the Purple Mansion was slightly released, and there was even a familiar divine aura, with the divine light on his body changing.

"This is... an ancestral spirit?"

Liu Xingfang immediately recognized the other party's identity. The so-called ancestral spirit was a deity who had received the Liao emperor's favor and resided in the so-called "Nian Kingdom".

The invisible fluctuations in the sky grew increasingly violent. At this moment, the figure's gray robe billowed, revealing stark white bones. Most of the flesh and blood had already been devoured. It fled north, leaving a trail of thick, iron-gray light in the sky.

"Yuan Chai!"

The man let out a howl filled with deep terror. The sorcery swirled above his head and suddenly fell, causing his physical body to shatter and turn into a sky full of iron-gray energy. Only his true spirit remained, fleeing northward.

Liu Xingfang's heart pounded. At this moment, she realized who had made the move: Yuan Chai from the Purple Mansion of Tiandu Mountain.

The Heavenly Poison Sect has two members at the Purple Mansion level. One is Yuan E, a peak Purple Mansion cultivator known as Hua Yang, who rarely takes action. The other is Yuan Chai, a figure who is truly active in the field.

A sliver of golden light appeared above the green lake, stealthily approaching. Tantai Yiyu, looking slightly flustered, simply said:

“Fellow Daoist Liu, the witchcraft in the Great You Wilderness has been eradicated. Now I will lead Fengshan to prepare for the formation. In the future, we will help each other a lot.”

"So it was for setting up an array."

Liu Xingfang understood somewhat. Now that they were about to head north, they would be facing the White Ravine of the Delightful Demon Land, and the Great Nether Wilderness, as the base of the battle line, should be prepared as soon as possible.

'I'm afraid there's not much time left before the northern expedition.'

(End of this chapter)