Family Cultivation: Rise of the Wilderness

Chapter 481 Decision
"Chi Laiyong, is this the person you trained?"

A cold, questioning voice came from the mountains, like a chilling wind.

Qin Hai was startled and turned around to see more than ten people arriving from the air, led by a young cultivator wearing a bright red robe.

"Lee Sang-yu!"

Qin Hai's face turned pale, and he took a few steps back.

Why, why is Lee Sang-yu here?

Looking at Qin Hai's terrified expression, and then glancing at Yang Yun who had been captured, Chi Laiyong couldn't help but show anger on his usually composed face. He immediately stepped forward and said through gritted teeth, "Please give me a chance to clean house, Deputy Commander."

"It's not your turn to clean house."

Li Xiangyu responded coldly, turning his gaze to Xu Buxiu beside him.

Xu Buxiu's heart tightened. Qin Hai was not only a member of the Mad Lion Demon Hunting Team, but also his subordinate of the Panque Division.

Although privately, neither he nor Chi Laiyong took it seriously.

There's no reason why joining the Demon Suppression Camp would mean severing ties with the demon-hunting teams we used to be with.
In the eyes of the leaders of various demon-hunting groups, no matter where their people are assigned, they are still their own people.

But at this moment, Li Xiangyu clearly had to prioritize the dignity of the Demon Suppression Camp. Even if he had to deal with the traitor Qin Hai, he had to do it himself, not Chi Laiyong.

Having figured this out, Xu Buxiu had no choice but to step forward.

Seeing this, Qin Hai had a bitter smile on his face. Both Chi Laiyong and Xu Buxiu were late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, while his own cultivation was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. He had almost no chance of escaping!
He is not reconciled!
He was just one step away from being able to swim in the ocean like a dragon.

why!
Why is this happening?

Seeing Xu Buxiu's approaching steps, Qin Hai finally snapped out of his daze, grabbed the unconscious Yang Yun in front of him, and said fiercely, "Don't come any closer! If anyone comes any closer, I'll kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Buxiu stopped in his tracks.

Depriving Chi Laiyong of the opportunity to clean house was already somewhat offensive. If Yang Yun were to die in front of Chi Laiyong, needless to say, he and the Mad Lion Demon Hunting Group would never be on the same page again.

"Insanity!"

Before he could think it through, a loud shout rang out from behind him.

Immediately following was a fierce gust of wind.

Xu Buxiu's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to react, Li Xiangyu, dressed in a red robe, appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Even more horrifyingly, before he even saw Li Xiangyu make a move, Qin Hai was already being held by the neck with five fingers, lifted into the air, his face flushed red, and a hoarse sob coming out of his throat.

As for Yang Yun, he landed lightly on the ground, completely unharmed.

Under the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Qin Hai didn't even have the right to kill anyone!
"Leave someone!"

Just then, Li Xiangguang stepped forward, quickly approached Li Xiangyu, and whispered a reminder: "The leader must keep him alive. According to Qiao Shun's confession, Qin Hai is an important figure who infiltrated the Demon Suppression Camp."

Li Xiangyu glanced at him, casually tossed Qin Hai to the ground, and left indifferently.

Qin Hai clutched his neck tightly, coughing violently, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. But before he could alleviate his discomfort, Xu Buxiu stomped heavily on his back, his cheek slamming into the ground, his face contorted in pain.

"Qiao Shun."

"Qiao Shun!!"
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"Master!"

A slightly panicked voice echoed in the small cave.

An old man dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe slowly opened his eyes and saw a young Taoist boy rush in.

"what happened?"

The gray-haired old Taoist asked in a deep voice.

The young Taoist priest gasped for breath before saying, "Master, something terrible has happened! Those people are leaving!"

"gone?"

The gray-haired old Taoist priest frowned deeply: "That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that Dingfeng Village's only hope isn't with them?"

"Senior brother, I already told you that you overestimated them."

In one corner of the cave, a Taoist priest with a full beard spoke calmly: "The beast tide has four Bone Fusion stage demon cultivators. Although that group of cultivators has a lot of people, they only have one Foundation Establishment cultivator. Do you think they're stupid?"

The gray-haired old Taoist pondered for a long time before finally speaking: "The Fate-Calculating Immortal Turtle Diagram should be correct. The chance of survival lies in the north. It just so happens that the Li family has assembled such a large group of cultivators. It's hard to say that they don't have the determination to actively fight against the beast tide."

What good is a momentary decision?

The stubble-faced Taoist snorted: "They clearly underestimated the strength of the beast tide. They lingered in this area for several days without daring to attack. Now that they have retreated on their own initiative, it further shows that the two sides are vastly different in strength. Senior brother, you rely too much on that magic artifact and have even lost your basic judgment."

Upon hearing this, the gray-haired old Taoist sighed and said, "Although I set up the Nine Luminaries Dragon-Trapping Formation to confuse the beast tide and prevent it from advancing, I was unable to take away several hundred people from the stronghold. If those people do not make a move, Dingfeng Stronghold will ultimately be doomed."

The stubble-bearded Taoist stared at the gray-haired old Taoist and said seriously, "Whenever you do something, you must follow the timing of heaven. The beast tide is like a flood, and Dingfeng Village is like a floating duckweed. Senior brother, you are going against the heavens and trying to save this small village by yourself. Isn't that just wishful thinking? If Master were here, he would probably scold you as 'utterly foolish'."

The gray-haired old Taoist shook his head: "Although the Three Talents Sect advocates following the natural order, there are things one should do and things one should not do. Dingfeng Village has been kind to us brothers and sisters. Now that we are in trouble, how can we abandon them? Even if Master were here, he would agree with my actions."

"whatever."

The stubble-bearded old Taoist closed his eyes: "Now that the 'life force' in your eyes has left, I want to see what methods you have to preserve Dingfeng Village."

The gray-haired old Taoist priest stood up from the futon, his gaze deep: "Only this group of people nearby can rescue Dingfeng Village. Since they are not coming, I will go find them."

"Are you crazy?"

The bearded Taoist priest seemed startled, then reacted, stood up and glared angrily: "The Mang Sect has spies all over Pu County. If you show your face, you will be killed."

The gray-haired old Taoist priest remained silent.

Seeing this, the stubble-bearded Taoist softened his tone and said, "You have the Fate-Calculating Tortoise Diagram, and Hou Xianbo has the Mysterious Number Divine Plate. We had just entered Pu County when we were attacked and killed by the Mang Cult, and fled in panic to this desolate land. Isn't this lesson profound enough?"

"Even if we take a step back and say that your cultivation has regressed to the early stage of Foundation Establishment and you can't even use your magic power, what makes you think you can persuade those people to fight the beast tide with you?"

The gray-haired old Taoist glanced at him and said softly, "I should have a good chance of success by using the Nine Luminaries Dragon-Trapping Formation as a price. After all, they only need to lure that eight-eyed evil crow away. Without that beast, I can use my magic to move Dingfeng Village without the other demons noticing."

"Sending out the Nine Luminaries Dragon-Trapping Formation is one thing, but you still want to cast a spell?"

The bearded Taoist priest was furious: "Given your current physical condition, even a minor spell could kill you!"

“My mind is made up, junior brother, there’s no need to persuade me any further.”

The gray-haired old Taoist waved his hand, then said kindly towards the outside of the cave, "Siyuan, come here."

The young Taoist priest was initially intimidated by the argument inside the cave and dared not enter.

Seeing her master's signal, she tiptoed over and grabbed the old Taoist's withered, bark-like hand: "Master, are you alright?"

The gray-haired old Taoist priest had a complex expression on his face.

If he were alright, he wouldn't have taken on apprentices so suddenly. But of course, there's no need to explain these things to a naive child.

He raised his hand, gently patted the young Taoist's head, and smiled, "Master is all-powerful, so naturally nothing will happen. Go and tell everyone to pack their bags; we're getting ready to leave."

"really?"

The young Taoist was overjoyed.

The people of Dingfeng Village were surrounded by tens of thousands of demonic beasts and were already on the verge of collapse.

If they could leave at this moment, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous stroke of good news, a chance to escape from a desperate situation.

Thinking of this, the young Taoist could no longer contain himself and rushed out of the cave, running and jumping.

The gray-haired old Taoist priest slowly followed, only to hear a loud groan behind him.

The bearded Taoist priest stepped out of the cave with a gloomy face, then turned back and sneered, "Senior brother, your little tricks are only good for us junior brothers."
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"Trash, it's all trash!"

The furious voice rippled through the night, and the moonlight illuminated a wicked face.

A man whose age was not discernible was covered by a black cloth and immediately knelt down: "Your subordinate is incompetent, I beg the Ninth Prince to punish me."

"Of course you're incompetent!"

The Ninth Prince kicked the masked man in the chest, then bent down and grabbed his collar, his voice filled with anger: "You Owl Hall members are all trash, utterly useless trash!" The masked man's face turned pale, and he lowered his head.

The Ninth Prince stared at him for a long time before finally letting go and asking, suppressing his anger, "What is Li Xiangming doing now?"

"Your subordinate does not know."

"do not know?"

The Ninth Prince erupted instantly, his five fingers gripping the masked man's skull tightly: "Say that again?"

The masked man trembled, but dared not refuse to answer: "We...we don't have enough manpower, and we can no longer fully monitor Monkey Valley. We only know that the valley's gates are currently closed, and it's pitch black."

Before he could finish speaking, the Ninth Prince's fingers tightened suddenly, and the masked man's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, leaving a striking crimson streak in the moonlight.

"waste!"

The Ninth Prince spat, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the filth from his hands.

At this moment, a tall, middle-aged man emerged from the woods and calmly said, "The Night Hall's intelligence was wrong, so it's not their fault."

The Ninth Prince turned around and coldly replied, "If they fail in their duties, they cannot be allowed to live."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then said, "The ambushes on the Crimson Flame Demon Hunting Group and the attack on Monkey Valley have both failed. Our forces in Puyin Mountain have been almost completely wiped out. It's time to retreat."

"I do not go."

The Ninth Prince clenched his handkerchief and slammed his fist into a nearby tree, his tone extremely unwilling: "If I go back like this, what will my family think of me? How will I be able to hold my head up in front of the Fourth Prince in the future?"

There were still some things he didn't say.

We can lose face, but we cannot back down on core interests.

His lineage had finally managed to secure him an opportunity to be sent out for training.

If he can handle things well at Puyin Mountain, he will have the qualifications to back him up when he returns. Even just a little bit of qualifications would be enough for him to run for the position of family head.

But now, seniority has become a stain.

He couldn't accept this ending, nor did he dare to accept it.

The middle-aged man sighed: "I'm worried about you. The entire Owl Hall was wiped out in Monkey Valley. It must be because the Night Hall's intelligence was faulty. If the Night Hall turns against us, it will endanger your safety."

"You're worrying too much."

The Ninth Prince withdrew his fist and slowly exhaled: "The disciples of the Night Hall have clean family backgrounds, have received rigorous training, and their wives, children and elderly parents are all at home. Even if they were, they would not dare to betray me."

"Defenses can not do without."

The middle-aged man's expression remained serious.

Ninth Prince glanced at him, then kicked the corpse at his feet: "So I only contact the people of the Owl Hall. The Night Hall doesn't know about my camp, so even if they betray me, they can't target me."

“There is a person who is both a member of the Owl Hall and the Night Hall,” the middle-aged man said, staring at the Ninth Prince.

"You mean Qin Hai?"

The Ninth Prince paused for a moment, then quickly shook his head, his tone resolute: "He is the only one who could not betray me. Moreover, he was infiltrating the Demon Suppression Camp, but was transferred out by Li Xiangming and did not participate in the mission to attack Monkey Valley."

"hope so."

The middle-aged man sighed softly, said no more, and turned to leave.

He hadn't walked far when he suddenly looked up and saw birds flapping their wings and chirping in the forest, creating quite a commotion.

"somebody is coming!"

The Ninth Prince's expression also changed.

This dense forest was the meeting place he had carefully chosen, a place that no one would normally set foot in.

To ensure absolute safety, he even set up several large illusion arrays around the area.

But now, the illusion array has been breached without a sound!

"follow me."

The middle-aged man made a quick decision and left in one direction.

The Ninth Prince quickly followed.

However, after walking for only a short while, the noise in their ears grew louder and louder, and they could hear the roars of monsters from time to time.

"We're surrounded."

The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, his tone heavy, and the atmosphere on the field instantly became extremely oppressive.

The Ninth Prince's face finally showed panic: "How is this possible? Uncle Kang, you must think of a way quickly."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed like arrows as he scanned the surroundings. He took a deep breath and said, "Come with me and charge out."

Having said that, he suddenly flicked his sleeve, and his magical power surged forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, crashing into the forest on the right with a deafening roar, while he himself sped off to the left.

"Roar!"

A tremendous tiger roar resounded.

A giant, striped tiger leaped high from the forest, its gaping maw revealing fangs that gleamed menacingly in the moonlight, as if it had been lying in wait for its prey.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He grabbed the Ninth Prince behind him and slipped past him from the side.

But from the shadows on the flanks, two points of green light suddenly appeared, and a thick fog began to spread.

"Poisonous! Be careful!"

The middle-aged man covered his mouth and nose, stepped back again, and beads of sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead.

The enemy was clearly prepared.

The once familiar dense forest now resembles a dead zone.

Just then, a rustling sound came from behind, and a huge, shiny black snake burst through the bushes, its massive body sweeping across like a plow.

"Beast looking for death!"

The middle-aged man roared, flipped his body in the air, and pressed down hard with his large hand.

The immense magical power pressed down like Mount Tai, suppressing the giant serpent, which slammed heavily onto the ground, instantly shattering it into pieces.

But before he could catch his breath, a green figure flashed past him.

The middle-aged man turned around abruptly, only to see that the Ninth Prince had been struck by a palm and thrown to the side like a kite with a broken string, also stirring up a cloud of dust.

"How dare you?"

The middle-aged man flew into a rage, rushed to the green figure in three quick steps, and threw a punch at it.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

Li Xiangming raised an eyebrow, then leaped and landed on a horizontal branch of the giant tree behind him.

Seeing that the other party had taken the initiative to back down, the middle-aged man quickly turned around, helped the Ninth Young Master up, and called out urgently, "Zhengzhi, are you alright?"

"Cough, I'm fine."

Qin Zhengzhi coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggled to his feet, and grabbed the middle-aged man's arm tightly: "Uncle Kang, take me away, I can't die here!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and glanced at the enemies around him.

Exactly ten people, no more, no less!

Beside each person stood a ferocious and terrifying spirit pet.

(End of this chapter)