Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

The Xuan Guang Gui Yi Chan (a type of magical light) that Wu Laodao had set up was already teetering on the brink of collapse, with cracks covering the light screen.

Inside the formation, Li Hao's giant shield dimmed, and he knelt behind it, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still held fast to the formation's core.

Cheng Jin's bronze seal hovered with difficulty in the air, each collision with the wind blade producing a piercing friction sound.

Gao Yuan and the other two quickly began clearing the wolf pack outside the formation.

At that very moment, on a mountain ridge a kilometer away, five dark figures stood silently. The cuffs of their uniform black outfits were embroidered with exquisite whirlwind patterns.

The leader held a black mirror, which clearly reflected the entire battlefield.

"It's Po Jun's squad," the black-clad captain said in a low voice.

The four people around secretly thought that Po Jun was a veteran demon-hunting team, and this was not an easy opportunity to take advantage of.

In the mirror, Lin Zhao suddenly frowned slightly, a feeling of being watched making him wary.

He looked at Gao Yuan and found that Gao Yuan had already stopped moving. Obviously, Gao Yuan had a special secret method to detect him. At the same time, Gao Yuan blinked at him three times quickly.

Lin Zhao immediately understood. When he joined Po Jun, he had a thin book containing many things about the Po Jun Demon Hunting Team. This was a warning from the Po Jun secret book that "someone is spying on us".

Lin Zhao understood and calmly took out a Gengjin Sword Qi Talisman. The moment the talisman burned out, the powerful sword qi flowed into the Qingfeng Sword, and the golden-blue sword qi on the blade surged by three inches.

He leaped into the wolf pack, his powerful sword light surging like a dragon, felling wolf demons wherever it passed. More than ten wolf demons nearby were quickly killed.

Gao Yuan also took out a first-grade high-level "Fire Talisman" and activated it. The blazing flames transformed into a sea of ​​fire that swept across the area, engulfing all the remaining wolves outside the formation.

Chu Xin then realized what was happening, and Gao Yuan said to the two of them, "Go inside the formation and help."

Inside the formation, after using two Blood Fiend Pills on the wolf packs, one for the outside and one for the inside, Chen Yaoshi didn't do much else. He only used auxiliary spells to assist Wu Laodao and the others until Gao Yuan killed the wolf king and came out of the Dragon Trapping Formation to help.

Only then did Pharmacist Chen seize the opportunity to release the last Blood Fiend Pill.

The pill exploded in the center of the wolf pack, and the dense aura of bloodlust drove the remaining demon wolves into a frenzy, causing them to begin killing each other.

On the ridge, the black-clad captain put away the magic mirror: "Let's go, there's no chance anymore. Although the team has consumed a lot of mana, the talismans are basically useless, and the trump card hasn't appeared. Po Jun is not so easy to deal with." The five black figures silently retreated into the forest and disappeared like ghosts.

When the last wolf demon fell, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Zhao leaned on his sword, panting, and noticed that Gao Yuan was standing outside the formation, his eyes scanning the distant mountain ridge with piercing gaze.

Lin Zhao stepped forward and asked, "Are you still there?" Gao Yuan replied, "He's already left. Pack your things now and let's leave quickly. I'll keep watch on the outside for you."

Lin Zhao quickly gave the order, and as soon as everyone heard that someone was spying, they disregarded their injuries and sprang into action, cleaning up the spoils of war in less than an hour.

The group helped each other as they slowly returned along the path they had come from.

When we returned to the camp, the campfire had been reignited.

Pharmacist Chen scattered new beast-repelling powder around the camp, while Old Taoist Wu struggled to set up the [Phantom Concealing Array].

After doing all this, the old Taoist priest finally couldn't hold on any longer and leaned against the rock wall, coughing violently.

Gao Yuan walked to Li Hao, who was almost exhausted, took out a cyan pill and put it in his mouth. Looking at the dozens of wounds on his body, he asked...

"Can it still hold on?"

Li Hao nodded with difficulty, forcing a smile on his bronze face: "They're just minor injuries, they won't kill me."

On the other side, Chu Xin had already helped up the pale-faced Wu Laodao. The old Taoist's green robe had been torn in several places by wolf claws. Although there was blood on his white beard, his eyes were still clear, indicating that he was not injured.

He shakily took out a pill and sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

Cheng Jin plopped down on the ground, and the bronze seal shrank and landed in his palm, its spiritual light dimming.

He had just shielded Wu Laodao from a lot of attacks, and his body was still covered in blood. He looked at Lin Zhao with a wry smile: "That was really close. If it had been any later, you guys could have been collecting my body."

Pharmacist Chen moved silently among the wounded.

She first examined Li Hao's injuries, then applied the medicinal medicine to Cheng Jin, and finally walked up to Lin Zhao and handed him a jade bottle.

"Qingxin Dan can calm the qi and blood."

Her voice remained soft and gentle, but her gaze lingered on Lin Zhao for a moment longer beneath the mask. Only then did Lin Zhao realize that her hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly.

Gao Yuan counted the number of people, his gaze lingering on each one.

When he saw Lin Zhao stop using the cleaning talisman and instead clumsily begin to clean the bloodstains on the sword hilt with water, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

The campfire crackled in the night, its flickering light reflecting on everyone's faces.

After several hours of rest and recuperation, the previously listless atmosphere had dissipated.

The physique of cultivators is indeed extraordinary. Even the old Taoist Wu, who was on the verge of death before, has now regained some of his vitality and is sitting cross-legged by the fire, slowly combing his long white beard.

Cheng Jin added a few dry branches to the fire, and sparks immediately flew up. He looked towards the distant mountain ridge with lingering fear: "If it weren't for the captain's vigilance today, we probably would have been killed by those guys."

Chu Xin quietly polished the Ice Soul Sword, its blade gleaming with an eerie blue light in the firelight. Suddenly, she looked up, her clear, cold voice breaking the silence of the night: "That was the Sky-Gazing Mirror."

Everyone immediately fell silent, and even the sound of the campfire crackling was exceptionally clear.

Gao Yuan nodded slowly, his dark battle armor gleaming with a dull luster in the firelight: "A top-grade Sky-Gazing Mirror, fully equipped—this must be an extremely sophisticated demon-hunting team, not an ordinary one."

I just went to the place where they were spying on us. Judging from the aura left behind, it should be the Black Wind Demon Hunting Team. Three years ago, I had a brief encounter with them while accompanying a high-ranking member of the Po Jun faction, and I remember their spiritual energy fluctuations.

Lin Zhao frowned slightly: "How strong is this Black Wind Demon Hunting Team?"

Old Wu paused in stroking his beard and said, "The Black Wind Demon Hunting Team has been established for twenty years and now has five members. All members of the team are at the late stage of Qi Refining, and the captain of Black Wind is a cultivator at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining."

Old Wu glanced at Gao Yuan and said in a solemn tone, "If we really fight, even in our prime, we would have little chance of winning. The other side must be wary of the name of Po Jun, which is why they haven't made any rash moves."

Li Hao slammed his fist heavily on the ground, kicking up some dust: "These bastards, they always attack when people are weak!"

Gao Yuan shook his head, his gaze deep: "The name of Po Jun is not that intimidating."

They retreated mainly because we hadn't used many talismans, nor had we revealed our trump cards. A mere pack of Wind Howling Wolves wasn't worth their risk.