Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

"We need to act quickly before they realize what the 'new law' means."

Bai Chuan continued, "The Heavenly Dao's warning is unavoidable, but the old Purple Mansion's understanding of outsiders is still limited to competition among those of the same level and the mutual restraint of attributes."

They never imagined that, despite being suppressed, we could fight two against one.

He raised his hand and drew three dotted lines and one solid line on the projection.

"At that time, I, along with Han Che and Mu Ye, will launch a frontal assault on the Burning Heaven Sect, hindering their efforts to awaken their two Purple Mansion cultivators and the Old Monster of Flame Valley. Fellow Daoist Shangyuan—"

He looked at Li Xiaoyao and said, "You will lead the Li family cultivators to break through the natural fissures of the Nanli volcanic cluster and directly attack the main spiritual vein of the Burning Heaven Sect and the key point of the mountain-protecting array."

After succeeding, they immediately turned the tables, deactivated the mountain-protecting formation, and allowed us to advance unimpeded.

"Once the four of us join forces, we will first destroy the two Purple Mansions of the Burning Heaven Sect, and then turn around and deal with that Venerable Elder Binghuo of the Flame Valley."

"This world is ours for the taking."

The room fell silent.

Li Xiaoyao stared at the projection, rapidly rehearsing each step in his mind.

Are the fissures in the Nanli volcanic cluster safe?

If resistance is encountered after the breakthrough, can a quick victory be achieved?

If the Burning Heaven Sect sends one person from its Purple Mansion to provide reinforcements, can I hold them off?

The three magical artifacts in his sleeves were slightly warm.

【Liujing】, 【Qixia Pei】, 【Niexia Lu】—these three newly forged weapons are perfect for testing their sharpness on the old-fashioned Purple Mansion.

"Have you confirmed the fissures in the Nanli volcanic group, fellow Daoist Makino?" he asked.

Makino nodded, reached out and touched the projection, and the Nanli volcanic area suddenly magnified, revealing a dense, yellowish-brown grid.

"I used the method of sensing the earth veins of the Gen region to explore the entire area three thousand feet underground."

The fissure is a natural channel left over from the earthquake that tore apart the earth's veins 30,000 years ago, leading directly to a branch of the Burning Heaven Sect's main spiritual vein.

There were no traces of any restrictions within a hundred miles—at least not three thousand feet underground.

He paused, then grinned: "Of course, if the other party's Purple Mansion has the ability to penetrate heaven and earth, and can hide from my perception to set up an ambush deeper underground, then I have nothing to say."

But the probability of this is less than 10%.

Li Xiaoyao nodded.

"One last question."

He looked at Baichuan, "Distribution of spoils. This realm is dominated by the Dao of Li Huo, and its fire-related resources are far more valuable to me than to any of you."

Conversely, water, ice, and soil are resources that you all need more than I do. How do we achieve a balance?

Bai Chuan, Han Che, and Mu Ye exchanged glances, clearly having already discussed it beforehand.

"There are already rules for this matter."

Bai Chuan smiled and said, "All spoils of war will be inventoried, converted into merit points based on market value, and then divided equally among the four quarters."

However, each person has priority in exchanging items—if an item is irreplaceable for someone's journey, they can purchase it at the discounted price first, and the other three cannot compete for it.

"In this way, it is both fair and everyone gets what they deserve."

Li Xiaoyao pondered for a few moments, then nodded: "Alright."

"Then it's settled."

Bai Chuan looked at the three of them and said, "We should act now. Three days from now, when the tide of the Realm Fire Fiend subsides and the defenses are relatively relaxed, we will officially make our move."

Does anyone have any objections?

Han Che shook his head.

Makino grinned: "The sooner we start, the sooner we can finish."

Li Xiaoyao raised his eyes and looked at the crimson projection, as if he could see the flames of war three days later through the void.

No objection.

……

Outside the secret chamber, amidst the jagged rocks of Blazing Wind Reef, a silver-gray flying boat floated silently.

Li Chijing stood at the bow of the ship and saw a ray of light emerge from the depths of the jumbled rocks and land on the deck.

"Second Uncle, how is it?"

Li Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the faintly visible crimson light deep in the void.

"Make our move in three days."

He paused, then looked at Li Chijing and Li Tongya.

"Make sure Scarface and his team of swordsmen are alert, and have Tongya check the array plate three more times."

"Tell everyone—"

"This time, we're using the old method of attacking the Purple Mansion."

"The new law beats the old law, a sure win."

"But those who underestimate their opponents will surely die, so do as I say: if you can gang up on them, never fight one-on-one; if you can ambush them, never face them head-on; if you can fight from a distance, never engage in close combat."

……

Three days later.

Beyond the Fire Realm, deep within the Great Void.

The silver-gray Type 52 flying boat hovered silently, all its magical artifacts fully charged.

Inside the cabin, over a thousand cultivators took their positions, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

Li Chijing stood on one side of the bow, dressed in white as snow. His Hanbo Sword was already drawn three-tenths of the way out of its sheath, and the blade reflected the crimson boundary barrier in the distance, as if it were reflecting a burning sea of ​​blood.

Li Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the bow of the ship, his body surrounded by a restrained glow. The [Flowing Scenery] pearl was hidden in his sleeve, and the [Qixia Robe] transformed into a layer of glow as thin as a cicada's wing, lightly covering his body. The [Nixia Shoes] had quietly attached themselves to his feet.

Deep within his dantian, the fourth-grade high-quality flowing rosy silk floated silently.

This is the culmination of Senior Canxia's efforts over hundreds of years. Although it doesn't perfectly align with his Daoist principles, its superior quality still makes it a trump card.

Behind him, Li Tongya was checking the ten array plates one last time, while Scarface Chen Xiaofeng led fifty sword cultivators in a silent line.

Three hundred cultivators from the Qi Refining Clan carried various law enforcement artifacts and talismans, two hundred auxiliary soldiers pushed baggage and equipment, and several hundred cultivators from other clans and ten guest elders borrowed from the An and Wang families lined up on both sides.

All eyes were on Li Xiaoyao.

"The Fire Tide has receded to its lowest point."

Li Tongya said in a low voice, holding a crimson sensing disc in his hand. The pointer on the disc, which had been fluctuating violently, slowly stopped at the bottom of the valley.

Li Xiaoyao nodded slightly and looked up into the depths of the void.

In that direction, three streaks of light of different colors were quietly emerging from the other side of Blazing Wind Reef, approaching the boundary barrier in front of the Fire Realm.

The azure waters of Baichuan, the frigid white light of Xuechi, and the thick, earthy yellow light of Muye.

Three real people launched a frontal assault.

"Walk."

Li Xiaoyao uttered a single word, his body transforming into a radiant glow as he flew out of the boat first.

Behind them, Li Chijing and Li Tongya led more than a thousand cultivators, boarding dozens of small ferry boats, and followed closely behind, stealthily heading towards the Nanli volcanic cluster.

……

Leave the Fire Realm, join the Burning Heaven Sect.

In the main hall, blazing white flames burn eternally on the roof, illuminating the surrounding area for miles around as if it were daytime.

Deep within the main hall, a figure in a red robe, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

That was a dignified middle-aged man with red hair and beard, and deep within his eyes seemed to flow magma—he was the sect leader of the Burning Heaven Sect, the youngest Purple Mansion cultivator in this world, known as the Crimson Sky Ancestor.

"Heaven is issuing a warning!"

He suddenly stood up, his body engulfed in crimson flames, and slammed his palm onto the huge fire bronze bell beside him.

"Thump—!!"

The melodious sound of the bell instantly spread throughout the entire Burning Heaven Sect.

Almost at the same moment, in the secluded retreat area behind the mountain, another, more dormant and ancient flame aura was awakened.

A gaunt figure slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as murky as weathered rock, yet containing a terrifying power capable of incinerating all things—the previous patriarch of the Burning Heaven Sect, known as the Crimson Refining Ancestor, had been in seclusion for 170 years.

"An extraterrestrial demon?"

Chi Lian's voice was hoarse.

"Heavenly Dao warning: At least four demonic auras have broken through the boundary barrier!"

Chi Xiao's voice, transmitted through a secret technique, reached the back mountain: "He's heading straight for the main peak!"

Chi Lian slowly stood up. Beneath her dry skin, a faint dark red flame could be seen flowing through her meridians, like an ancient volcano about to erupt.

"How many years has it been... that extraterrestrial demons dare to invade again."

A chilling killing intent flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"Send a message to Yan Valley, tell that old bastard Rong Yue to get up and meet the enemy."