Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

At this moment, Lin Xuan's face was as pale as paper. Continuously manipulating the talisman array had almost exhausted her spiritual energy.

She quickly took out a uniquely patterned and specially made [Gathering Yuan Talisman] and patted it on her body. The talisman transformed into a pure stream of warm spiritual energy that flowed into her meridians, and the color in her face slowly began to return.

She gestured to Lin Qingluo to collect all the unclaimed storage bags on the field, while she skillfully transferred all the contents of the bags into a specially made storage bag bearing the unique mark of the Lin family.

After doing all this, she stood up, her gaze calmly sweeping over the surviving monks who were trembling with fear and dared not meet her eyes, and slowly walked to the pile of goods in front of the caravan.

"I'll take half of the goods here." Her voice was cold, yet carried an undeniable authority. "You can divide the remaining half equally among yourselves."

Before anyone could respond, she had already used her storage bag, and in a flash of inspiration, she accurately collected half of the supplies.

The remaining cultivators had witnessed the terrifying power of the fire dragon, and although they were unwilling, none of them dared to speak up to stop it.

Lin Xuan put away his storage bag, took one last look at them, and said, "Since we've known each other, here's some advice: if you want to survive, stop trying to break out. Head towards the center of the battlefield; there's still a chance of survival there."

After saying that, she said no more, took Lin Qingluo, turned around and left resolutely, her figure quickly disappearing into the billowing dust and the distant shouts of battle.

Lin Xuan led Lin Qingluo through the chaotic battlefield at high speed.

Looking out, the entire plain had been transformed into a massive meat grinder, where thousands of cultivators were fighting each other. Various spiritual lights burst forth continuously, and the roar of spells, the clash of weapons, and the screams of the dying intertwined to create a tragic scene.

They had never seen such a large-scale battle between cultivators; the air was thick with the stench of blood and the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Fortunately, most of the cultivators focused on besieging the caravans that were still organized and had their goods concentrated. As long as they did not try to break out to the outside, they attracted less attention.

Even so, in just a short distance, they had already encountered three waves of ambushes by the tribulation cultivators. Fortunately, Lin Xuan had a lot of talismans on him. After scattering hundreds of talismans, the area around them became much quieter.

With the help of numerous talismans clearing the way, the area around them temporarily quieted down.

However, Lin Xuan's vigilance only increased. The faint light emanating from the white jade ring on her left hand, as well as the subtle chill behind her, clearly told her that at least several powerful auras were lurking in the shadows.

The earth-shattering explosion of the landmines and the terrifying power of the fire dragon from the rune array couldn't have attracted just these people.

Like patient hunters, they lingered in the shadows, only not immediately making a move because they couldn't yet ascertain how many hidden tricks Lin Xuan, this seemingly fourth-level Qi Refining female cultivator, still possessed.

Just then, the view ahead suddenly opened up, revealing an even more intense battle.

The group of about forty people was forming a defensive formation; it was the fifth squad of the caravan.

The core of the formation was the fifth team's captain, "Old Man Yin," and two other late-stage Qi Refining cultivators.

The three of them, with their combined spiritual power, along with more than ten others, supported a massive, constantly rotating Three Talents Formation.

The formation slowly rotated in the air, resisting aerial attacks, while the nearly thirty people below could only rely on themselves to fight against the enemies on the ground.

The cultivators surged against the defensive line like a tidal wave. Fireballs, wind blades, earth spikes, and various other spells rained down on the array, creating ripples of spiritual light, yet they could not break through it.

The cultivators inside the formation relied on its protective array, while magical artifacts and talismans continuously shot out from the light barrier, precisely reaping the lives of those who rushed forward.

However, there were clearly some experts among the cultivators. A burly man wielding a giant axe roared, his Qi Refining eighth level cultivation causing terrifying crimson spiritual light to condense on the axe blade, before he slammed it down onto the array diagram!

"Buzz!" The array diagram trembled violently, and gray-white spiritual light flashed wildly. The old man in charge of the array groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan made a move to rush towards the fifth squad's battle group.

This move indeed provoked the hunters who were secretly watching, who worried that it would be even more difficult to make a move once Lin Xuan joined up with the fifth squad.

In an instant, five powerful auras erupted from behind! Five late-stage Qi Refining cultivators attacked simultaneously, each with a different attribute but equally deadly strike. They tore through the air with blinding spiritual light, blocking Lin Xuan's retreat from different directions.

This sudden surge of powerful spiritual energy even caused the giant axe-wielding strongman and others who were attacking the Three Talents Formation to pause for a moment.

Just as the attack was about to strike, a talisman on Lin Xuan's body spontaneously combusted without wind—a first-grade superior [Transformation Talisman]! A gentle yet swift white spiritual light enveloped her and Lin Qingluo, their figures blurring instantly. In the nick of time, they lunged forward thirty meters, narrowly avoiding most of the attack, and just managed to rush into the area beneath the Three Talents Formation supported by the three old men.

"Boom!" Most of the five attacks that missed their mark actually struck the ever-flowing Three Talents Array Diagram!

The array diagram withstood an impact far exceeding its limits, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain, its light flickering rapidly.

The old man in charge of the formation and the other two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of blood, their faces instantly turning ashen.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the burly man with the giant axe roared, his whole body radiating a bright crimson light. The giant axe in his hand seemed to transform into a crimson sun, and a crimson axe beam, condensed to the extreme, cleaved fiercely towards the crumbling array with the force to split mountains and shatter peaks!

"It's over!" Despair filled the faces of everyone in the formation. A ruthless and decisive glint flashed in the old man's eyes as he roared, "Explode!"

He actually reversed his cultivation technique and deliberately detonated the Three Talents Array Plate, which was intertwined with his own life! The other two late-stage cultivators also exerted their power simultaneously without hesitation.

With a deafening roar, a destructive surge of spiritual energy erupted from the center of the array, and a violent burst of gray and white spiritual light swept wildly in all directions like a raging sea.

The burly man with the giant axe, who was the first to be hit, was blasted backward, his blood staining the sky. Dozens of cultivators and caravan members who were nearby were swept away like leaves in a whirlwind, and instantly fell over, suffering heavy casualties.

"The formation has been broken! Everyone flee for your lives!" Old Man Yin shouted with his last breath.

At the same time, the goods of the ground caravan were suddenly thrown into the air, and countless goods and materials scattered like flowers from a fairy's shower.

Using the recoil from the explosion, a strange wisp of black smoke rose from his body, and he instantly disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

The scattering of goods was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly causing even greater chaos.

The caravan members and bandits who were fighting each other were now red-eyed and rushed towards the falling supplies, even fighting each other over them, and the scene was completely out of control.