Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 127 Gathering at Jinguyuan

A month passed in a flash, and the people of Huangfeng Valley traveled day and night and finally arrived at Jinguyuan.

Looking around, there are already many figures busy shuttling back and forth on the vast plain.

Some people were concentrating on setting up a magic circle. They kept making seals with their hands and muttering to themselves. Streams of spiritual power were injected into the earth, outlining complex and mysterious patterns.

Someone cast a spell, controlling the earth and building mud houses. The earth-yellow light rose and fell, like strange flowers blooming on the earth.

Some people were patrolling everywhere, their eyes alert, not missing any unusual signs; others were carefully checking identities to ensure the safety of the camp.

Soon after, the sects that had not yet arrived also arrived one after another. For a moment, Jinguyuan was crowded with people and very lively.

As soon as the various sects arrived, they quickly began pre-war preparations, and everything was progressing in an orderly manner.

Those formation masters who were proficient in formations quickly gathered together. They frowned and scanned the surrounding terrain. Sometimes they talked in low voices, sometimes they gestured with their hands, trying to find an excellent and dangerous place ahead to set up a powerful defensive formation to withstand the first wave of powerful attacks from the demons.

At the same time, the foundation-building cultivators from various sects were also busy.

They were agile and moved freely among the Qi training disciples, directing them to cast spells and build mud houses in the area of ​​their own sect.

As the spiritual power fluctuated, the disciples in the Qi training stage cast spells one after another. A yellowish-brown light flashed, and handfuls of soil were manipulated and lifted up. In the blink of an eye, earthen houses rose from the ground.

The area surrounding these earthen houses is the camp jointly established by the seven factions.

This place is of great significance and cannot be lost. Not only is there a Nascent Soul cultivator guarding it, but there are also many powerful magic arrays arranged around the camp.

These magic arrays have intricate lines and flashing runes, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura. Lines of spiritual power interweave into a web, closely guarding the entire camp.

The reason why we went to so much trouble to set up a defensive formation was because we were forced by the situation.

The demons always use any means necessary to do what they want. If the camp is completely unprepared and they seize the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, the consequences will be disastrous, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the entire army will be wiped out.

To ensure that everything is safe, monks are arranged to patrol around the camp around the clock.

These monks in charge of patrolling remain highly vigilant at all times, with sharp eyes, not missing any suspicious signs. Their figures shuttle around the camp, becoming another solid line of defense for the camp's safety.

In the center of the camp, a huge tent is particularly eye-catching. A faint blue spiritual light flows on the canvas, which not only protects against outside prying eyes, but also highlights its special status.

After receiving the order, the Jindan stage cultivators from the seven major sects rushed towards the tent.

Everyone filed in and stepped into the huge tent.

The interior of the tent is extremely spacious, more than enough to accommodate hundreds of people without feeling cramped at all.

The top of the tent is inlaid with several moonstones that emit soft light, making the entire tent as bright as day.

But even in this bright space, the oppressive tension spread like a tide, making it hard to breathe.

In the center of the tent is a huge sand table, which seems to be a miniature of the entire Jinguyuan area.

In the sand table, the mountains and rivers rise and fall, and the rivers meander, their directions are clearly discernible, and every detail is carved vividly.

Flags of different colors are scattered around, representing the positions of various forces.

The red flags symbolize the seven major sects of the Yue Kingdom, which are adjacent to each other, forming a solid line of defense.

The black flags represent the six sects of the devil. They slowly approach from the periphery, like vicious beasts choosing their prey, emitting a dangerous aura.

The Nascent Soul cultivators from the seven major sects were already seated, waiting. Their auras were reserved, yet they exuded the unique majesty of superiors. Their invisible aura filled the Jindan cultivators present with awe. These Nascent Soul cultivators stared intently at the sand table, seemingly rehearsing the impending battle.

Lin Fan stepped into the tent, sat down in order, and glanced around casually, noticing several familiar faces.

When he looked closely, he found that several Jindan stage cultivators who had led the team to the Blood Forbidden Land were all there. His eyes froze, and he was somewhat surprised to find that Nangong Wan was also among them.

She was wearing a smoky purple palace dress, the hem of which was embroidered with delicate and intricate cloud patterns and outlined with gold thread. It swayed slightly with her movements, like flowing clouds in the sky.

At the waist, a brocade belt of the same color is tied just right, outlining her slender waist.

She was wearing a thin gauze dress with dark patterns on it, which were faintly visible and shimmering, highlighting her graceful figure and outstanding temperament.

After everyone arrived, a white-haired but energetic Nascent Soul cultivator slowly stood up. He glanced around and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, the demonic forces are coming with great force. A war is imminent. Today we will announce the battle plan."

He raised his hand and pointed to a dangerous valley on the sand table. "This is the only way to go. We will set up an ambush here and wait for them to tire themselves out..."

As he spoke, everyone's eyes followed his fingers closely, sometimes nodding slightly, sometimes communicating in low voices.

A few hours passed quietly, and this conference that was related to the life and death of the Yue Kingdom's cultivation world finally came to an end.

The heated discussions and arguments gradually faded away, replaced by a brief silence.

Then, this Nascent Soul cultivator talked about the rules for exchanging military merits in this war.

The standards for evaluating military merits are detailed and clear, with the enemy's identity token as the key basis for redeeming military merits.

Each identity token of a demon monk contains a unique spiritual power mark, which is closely linked to their cultivation and identity, and has become a powerful testimony to the military exploits of our soldiers.

Disciples in the early stages of Qi training can record a battle achievement by handing over an identity token of a demonic cultivator of the same level of cultivation.

Disciples in the middle stage of Qi training will hand in a magic token of the same level and be credited with five military merits.

Disciples in the late stage of Qi training will hand in a corresponding token and be credited with ten battle merits.

After these tokens are collected, a dedicated person will confirm their authenticity and corresponding cultivation level through special channels and testing methods, and then engrave the military achievements of the person who handed them in on a special recording jade slip.

A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building can exchange one hundred battle merits for an identity token of a demon cultivator of the same level.

A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building will hand in a token of the same level, which is equivalent to 200 military merits.

A cultivator in the late foundation-building stage can earn 500 military merits by handing in one.

A cultivator in the early stage of Jindan can be awarded 10,000 military merits by handing in an identity token of a cultivator of the same level.

A cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage hands in a token of the same level in exchange for 50,000 military merits.

If a cultivator in the late Jindan stage surrenders one, he can accumulate up to 200,000 military merits.

Such a clear system of military merit not only inspires every monk who participates in the war to fight bravely, but also makes the merit assessment of this war more fair and transparent, laying a solid foundation for subsequent reward redemption.

Inside the tent, various strategic deployments had been finalized, and the animal skin scrolls covered with dense runes and annotations were neatly put away and placed aside.

The Jindan stage cultivators who participated in the meeting slowly stood up. Each of them had a different expression and began to leave in an orderly manner.

(End of this chapter)