Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

At midnight, when the turbid air was at its heaviest, the shadows behind the low hills stirred.

Li Xiangping waved his hand, and sixty figures darted out like leopards.

There were no shouts of killing, only the crunching sound of boots crushing gravel and the sharp whistling of clothes cutting through the wind.

The three people at the front planted their small flags into the ground.

The pale white light curtain opened with a "hum," like a giant umbrella that suddenly unfolded.

A distance of five miles can be covered in just a few dozen breaths for a Qi Refining cultivator to run at full speed.

On the outpost at the edge of the settlement, two grey-skinned natives, who were dozing while holding bone spears, hadn't even opened their eyes when a chill ran down their necks and their vision began to spin.

Before the body even fell to the ground, Li Xiangping had already crashed into the nearest shantytown like a burning crimson flame.

"boom!"

The animal hides and clay exploded, and the startled natives inside were thrown into the air by the blast wave, their bones broken and tendons snapped as they rolled on the ground screaming in agony.

The alarm whistle then sounded shrilly, and the settlement erupted in chaos.

The giant axe leader burst out of the largest shed, his entire body enveloped in a dark red, malevolent aura resembling a thick, viscous blood mist.

Without even glancing at the running tribesmen, he fixed his cloudy yellow eyes on Li Xiangping, letting out a beast-like growl as he swung his giant axe in a wide arc!

The axe wind whipped up rubble from the ground, creating a fan-shaped death zone.

"Form a defensive formation and entangle him!"

Li Xiangping shouted sharply, his body twisted, and the Crimson Flame Sword flew out of his hand, transforming into three fire snakes that bypassed the giant axe's edge and went straight for the three most burly guards beside the leader.

The three men raised their shields to block, but the fire snakes struck the wooden shields covered with animal hides, sizzling and burning, causing them to scream in pain and their formation to crumble.

The sixty Li family cultivators had formed groups of three to five, back to back, creating an iron triangle.

Blades flashed, sword shadows swirled, ice spikes flew, and the charging natives seemed to have crashed into a meat grinder.

A local slashed at a Li family boy with a stone club inlaid with animal teeth. The boy neither dodged nor avoided it. His companion blocked it with his shield, and the blow rang out with a muffled clang.

The shock made the native's arm go numb, and his companion's short sword on the other side had already pierced his ribs like a venomous snake.

The indigenous man screamed as he retreated, blood gushing from his wounds, but he was not yet dead, and was trampled by his kin who surged up behind him.

Scar Wolf's thick-backed broadsword is specifically designed to cut the legs and feet; as soon as the blade flashes, a chorus of screams erupts as people fall to the ground.

The iron bow's arrows were cunning, always slipping through gaps in the crowd and piercing the throats of the indigenous people holding crystal-inlaid bone staffs who were trying to chant spells.

The battle quickly turned into a one-sided massacre, but the indigenous people were too numerous, howling and charging forward one after another, using their bodies to squeeze the Li family's lines.

At the same time, the rift valley fissure on the side of the settlement.

Han Mo led the way, a few gray beetles silently flapping their wings at his fingertips. Twenty figures glided through the shadows like raccoon dogs.

The fur on Liu Gu's shoulder stood on end, its little paws pointing intently toward the stone hall.

At the entrance of the stone hall, four guards draped in rags dozed off, clutching bone staffs. Outside the hall, totem pillars gleamed with a nauseatingly dark red glow.

Li Xiaoyao made a hand gesture. The talismans, spirit-infused darts, and poisoned arrows that the twenty clansmen had been holding in their hands were unleashed like a torrential rain!

Thud, thud, thud—a series of muffled sounds, and the four guards exploded in blood, collapsing like rotten mud without uttering a sound.

The palace gates suddenly burst open!

The priest, covered in mud, stood inside the doorway. His murky yellow eyes swept over the guards on the ground and the exposed members of the Li family, showing no anger, only a stagnant, cold indifference.

He slammed his wooden staff on the ground.

"Whoosh—buzz—!"

The totem pole glowed brightly red, and the ground seemed to turn into a viscous asphalt pool, with heavy pressure squeezing in from all directions.

Several Li family cultivators who had rushed too fast groaned, their movements suddenly slowing down, their faces turning red.

Li Xiaoyao took a step forward, and the air around him hissed softly, as if an invisible flame had swept past. The viscous pressure within three feet of him evaporated completely.

Without even glancing at the priest, he made a vague gesture with his right hand, pointing towards the totem pillars on the ground.

"Sever."

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Three fine, hair-thin, and extremely refined crimson-gold fire lines appeared out of thin air, precisely slicing through the base of the totem pole—the point where the turbid evil energy flowed.

The dark red light on the stone pillars flickered violently, and then with a few "cracks," the three pillars broke off at the base, and the red light dissipated.

The priest's face, hidden beneath the mud paint, twitched slightly, seemingly surprised that his reliance had been so easily shattered.

He suddenly raised the wooden staff, and the murky crystal at the top emitted a burst of eerie light!

The ground cracked open, and three giant shadow pythons, entirely composed of solidified, turbid evil energy, emerged, baring their fangs, and lunged at Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao didn't even look up, casually waving his left hand.

Three tiny sparks, each the size of a red bean, flew out from her sleeve. They grew longer in the wind, transforming into three small yet incredibly blazing fire dragons, wagging their tails and rushing forward.

The fire dragon and the evil python collided, producing a sizzling sound.

The demonic python melted and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just two or three breaths, it completely vanished, leaving only a few wisps of pungent blue smoke.

The priest finally panicked, letting out a series of rapid, strange cries and wildly waving his staff, as if trying to summon something.

"Noisy."

Li Xiaoyao's voice was flat.

The air behind him distorted, and the solid and imposing phantom of the Xuanhuang Pass appeared.

Four golden-armored soldiers on the wall stepped forward simultaneously, throwing their burning spears!

It transformed into four crimson-gold chains of light! In an instant, they traversed space, wrapping around the priest's wrists, ankles, neck, and the wooden staff.

The intense, blazing energy from the chains poured in, causing the priest's chilling aura to hiss and quickly dissipate.

He screamed in agony as the dark red lines beneath his skin rapidly faded, and the wooden staff in his hand cracked with a "crack," its crystals shattering.

Two Li family cultivators pounced on him and bound him like a rice dumpling with a rope soaked in a potion to dispel evil spirits.

Almost the instant the priest was subdued, a deep, inhuman roar came from the depths of the stone temple!

The entire stone hall trembled violently, the bricks and stones on the ground cracked, and a hole about ten feet wide appeared, from which a thick, dark red, turbid evil spirit, as sticky as blood, gushed out like a fountain!

Amidst the surging turbid energy, a colossal, three-headed, six-armed, and indistinct phantom struggled to emerge, its destructive aura sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Earth's ley lines filth."

Li Xiaoyao's eyes turned cold. Instead of retreating, he advanced and pressed his hands down sharply!

Behind him, the illusory image of Xuanhuang Pass suddenly expanded, and endless crimson gold true fire, like a waterfall, poured into the gushing turbid evil from the crack in the ground!

When the real fire came into contact with the turbid evil, it produced a loud popping sound like boiling oil being fried. The dark red "roots" at the edge of the cave twisted wildly, charred, and broke.

A painful roar came from underground, and the newly formed phantom of the evil spirit shook violently.

The six arms flailed wildly, yet they could not escape the turbid source of evil that was being burned and purified by true fire.

Li Xiaoyao pointed a finger in mid-air!

A condensed, almost tangible, crimson-gold sword beam pierced straight into the deepest part of the cave entrance, along the center of the torrent of true fire, penetrating the core of the surging turbid evil!

"Pfft—Boom!!"

The muffled rumble from underground sounded like the dying cry of a giant beast. The gushing turbid energy suddenly stopped, then reversed course and collapsed.

The phantom of the evil spirit emitted a silent shriek, disintegrating inch by inch into a sky full of filthy evil energy, which was then swept away by the Xuanhuang True Fire that surged forth afterward.

The ley line node has been forcibly sealed off!