I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

The inns in Huangtucheng were simpler than I had imagined.

It was called an inn, but it was really just a few rows of rammed earth bungalows, each room containing only a stone bed and a stone table. But for the cultivators who had been fighting on the battlefield all day, having a roof over their heads was a blessing.

As Qin Yuan and Zi Ling stepped into the inn's courtyard, they heard a familiar voice:

"Junior Brother Qin!"

Chu Wuyue rushed out of a room, his white pupils filled with surprise. Behind him, Yun Qingyao also walked out slowly, the mist around her even more solid than before—clearly, she had also gained something this day.

"Senior Brother Chu, Senior Sister Yun." Qin Yuan nodded.

Zi Ling was slightly taken aback when she saw the two of them, and then bowed and said, "Zi Ling of Zi Xiao Sect greets you two fellow Daoists."

Chu Wuyue waved her hand: "No need for formalities. Where are Junior Brother Han and Junior Brother Ye? Have you seen them?"

Qin Yuan shook his head: "They were separated after being teleported."

Yun Qingyao said softly, "Our meeting was also by chance. We encountered three waves of demonic beasts along the way, all of which had reached the Nascent Soul stage, which was extremely dangerous."

Chu Wuyue grinned: "But the harvest was not small! We killed two, and our points increased quite a bit."

He looked at Qin Yuan, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Junior Brother Qin, how many points do you have now?"

Qin Yuan took out the token—a jade token issued upon entering the battlefield, with the words "Xuan Yuan" engraved on the front and a string of numbers displayed on the back: 5780.

"Over five thousand?!" Chu Wuyue's eyes widened. "I only have two thousand!"

Yun Qingyao also looked surprised: "I only have 1,800."

Zi Ling smiled wryly and took out her token: 1430.

The difference is clear at a glance.

"Junior Brother Qin, how many did you kill today?" Chu Wuyue couldn't help but ask.

"A three-headed demonic beast and three cultivators," Qin Yuan said calmly.

Chu Wuyue's lips twitched—the scoring system for killing cultivators of the same level and for killing demonic beasts is completely different. Killing one early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is equivalent to killing five demonic beasts of the same level.

"Did you kill those three from the Golden Sword Sect?" Zi Ling asked in a low voice.

Qin Yuan nodded.

Chu Wuyue gave a thumbs up: "Amazing!"

Just then, a rapid gong sounded outside.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect ran through the street shouting, "All cultivators! Assemble at the city wall immediately! The demonic tide is coming!"

The inn instantly erupted in chaos.

"So fast?!"

"And this is only the first day!"

"Didn't the Demon Tide usually start on the third day?"

Despite the complaints, everyone rushed out of the room and surged towards the city wall.

Qin Yuan and his three companions merged into the crowd.

The walls of Huangtu City were now filled with cultivators.

At a glance, there were more than three hundred people, all disciples from various sects who had come to seek refuge today. Their faces were solemn as they gazed at the completely dark world outside the city.

In the darkness, countless scarlet points of light are approaching.

Those are the eyes of the Otherworldly Demon.

Screams, shrieks, chewing sounds... a cacophony of chilling noises surged from the darkness like a tide. Just listening to them sent shivers down your spine.

"Where are the people from the Crimson Flame Sect?! Aren't they in control of this city?!" someone shouted.

A disciple in red robes said coldly, "What's the rush? Senior Brother Yan Lie will be here soon."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a raging fire suddenly broke out on the beacon tower in the center of the city wall!

Three figures slowly rose from the flames.

In the center was a red-haired youth with a resolute face, piercing eyes, and a tangible flame burning around him. His aura was clearly that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! He was none other than Yan Lie, the leader of the Crimson Flame Sect for this mission.

To his left was a young man in white robes with a delicate, effeminate face, holding a feather fan. His aura was slightly weaker, but still at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm. To his right was a burly man carrying two swords on his back, his face fierce.

"Crimson Flame Sect, Yan Lie!" The red-haired youth's voice exploded like flames, echoing throughout the city walls. "Tonight's demonic tide requires your collective effort to resist. Anyone who slays a demon will receive double points. Those who cower and retreat—will be executed without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it.

The array patterns on the city wall lit up simultaneously, forming a pale golden light curtain that enveloped the entire city.

"The formation can only weaken the demons by 30%, it won't stop them from entering the city," Yan Lie said coldly. "If you want to live, kill them!"

Almost the instant his words fell—

"boom!!!"

The first wave of demons crashed into the light barrier!

It was a pack of black, wolf-like monsters with sharp claws and blood-red eyes. They frantically attacked the light barrier, each impact causing it to tremble violently and emit a groan of unbearable strain.

"We can't hold out! Prepare for battle!" someone shouted.

The light curtain shattered the next moment!

Countless demons surged onto the city walls like a tidal wave!

"kill--!!!"

The battle erupted instantly!

The cultivators from various sects displayed their supernatural abilities, with sword light, saber aura, spells, talismans... all kinds of light exploded on the city wall, colliding with the black demonic tide.

Qin Yuan stood at a corner of the city wall, facing a dozen wolf-shaped demons.

He raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed them into the void.

"town."

The air within a radius of ten feet suddenly solidified! The dozen or so demons seemed to be pressed down by an invisible mountain, their movements instantly slowed, and their eyes revealed terror.

Qin Yuan pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air.

"laugh--!!!"

More than a dozen pale golden sword beams flashed, and more than a dozen heads flew off at the same time!

The numbers on the points token jumped wildly: 5780→5980→6180→6380…

One demon, 100 points. Double that's 200.

In the blink of an eye, the points exceeded six thousand.

The surrounding cultivators were all stunned.

"Who is that person?!"

"Nascent Soul stage cultivator? Slaying demons like mowing grass?!"

"The Xuan Yuan Sect...that bottom-ranked sect?"

Chu Wuyue laughed heartily, her white pupils blazing with fighting spirit: "See that? That's my junior brother!"

He too charged into the demonic tide, his fists like hammers, each punch shattering a demon. But compared to Qin Yuan's effortless slaughter, his efficiency was significantly lower.

Yun Qingyao's surroundings transformed into countless ice needles, which rained down on the demonic tide, each needle capable of piercing the head of a demon.

The Purple Spirit Dagger flashed and shimmered with purple light as it weaved through the demonic tide, targeting the vital points of the alien demons.

But most people are struggling.

There were far too many demonic beings, and their strength was generally at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, with many elites even reaching the mid-stage. Many cultivators had barely killed one or two when they were overwhelmed by even more demonic beings, screaming as they were torn to pieces.

Blood flowed freely on the city wall.

"Help--!"

"I can't hold on any longer!"

"Where are the experts from the Crimson Flame Sect?!"

Amidst the wails, Yan Lie and his two companions finally made their move.

Yan Lie formed hand seals, and flames shot into the sky from his body, transforming into a hundred-foot-long fire dragon that raged through the demonic tide! Wherever the fire dragon passed, all the demons were reduced to ashes!

The white-robed youth gently waved his feather fan, and a sudden gust of wind arose, carrying countless wind blades that sliced ​​the alien demon into pieces.

The burly man wielding two swords was even more ferocious, charging directly into the depths of the demonic tide. His two swords spun like a meat grinder, sending blood and flesh flying wherever they went.

With these three experts in charge, the pressure on the city wall was greatly reduced.

But the demons seemed endless.

One wave recedes, another arrives.

The battle lasted from late at night until dawn.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, the last of the demons finally fell.