If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Two days later.

As the midday sun shone through the windows of the Sutra Repository, a deafening bell rang out simultaneously across the seventy-two peaks of the Hehuan Sect.

The elder deacon's voice, amplified tenfold by the amplification array, ruthlessly announced the end of the "holiday."

"All disciples heading to the 'Ancient Immortal-Demon Battlefield,' pack your belongings immediately and assemble at the mountain gate plaza!"

"I'll repeat myself, this is not a drill! This is not a drill!"

The second floor of the Sutra Repository.

Mo Chengyue slammed the ancient book of cultivation insights he was holding onto the consultation table.

He took a deep breath, his eyes instantly sharpening, like a special forces soldier about to head to the battlefield—or a habitual criminal preparing to flee.

"They're here."

"It's finally here."

Without a word, he turned and rushed back to Qingquan Peak, plunging headfirst into the "Shelter No. 0," whose defenses were comparable to a tortoise shell.

There's absolutely no need to clean it up.

As early as two months ago, he was already in a state of high alert, ready to "run away at any time".

Mo Chengyue stood in front of the water mirror, checking his equipment one last time.

The innermost layer consists of a soft armor and a breastplate worn close to the skin.

The middle layer was a leather vest covered with 108 Vajra talismans.

The outer layer is a seemingly ordinary blue disciple's robe, which actually hides a secret.

He concealed poisoned needles in his sleeves, a soft sword in his belt, and even two talismans for speed in the soles of his shoes.

At last.

He opened his mouth and used his tongue to press the "Turtle Breathing False Death Pill" hidden in his back molars.

After confirming that a single, gentle bite would be enough to "die on the spot," Mo Chengyue nodded in satisfaction.

"very good."

"As long as I don't do anything reckless, even the King of Hell will have to take a number."

He patted his waist, which appeared empty and bare—in fact, more than a dozen treasure storage bags were hidden in his storage ring.

Then, adopting an expression that said, "I'm weak, I'm panicking, I'm just there to make up the numbers," he stepped onto the flying sword.

……

Mountain Gate Square.

This place has become a sea of ​​people.

Of the tens of thousands of disciples of the Hehuan Sect, nearly half had come.

The crowd was densely packed, with robes of various colors intertwined, like a boiling pot of mixed stew.

And in the very center of the square.

Twenty giant airships were moored there.

Such a strategic weapon is rarely seen in ordinary times.

Each ship is a hundred feet long, made entirely of black ironwood, and its hull is covered with intricate array patterns, radiating a suffocating spiritual pressure.

Like twenty sleeping steel behemoths, they silently looked down at the ants beneath their feet.

"That's a big spender."

Mo Chengyue mingled in the crowd, shrinking his neck and trying to minimize his presence.

"With this kind of setup, those who know the area would think they're going on an adventure, but those who don't would think they're going to wipe out an entire family."

He weaved through the crowd, his seemingly blank eyes rapidly scanning the information around him.

I know quite a few people there.

Or rather, he has many enemies.

From the side of Tiantai Peak, a golden beam of light shot into the sky.

Xiao Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his face radiating an arrogant and cool aura that said, "I am the protagonist, all others please leave."

Not far from him.

Ye Changfeng held his sword, his white robes as pure as snow.

And then there's Ye Wushang, the "pay-to-win warrior" whose body is covered in top-grade spirit stones and whose every step makes a clattering sound.

And Guo Zixuan, the "heartless young master" with sinister eyes who looks like he's plotting something bad.

"They're all troublemakers."

Mo Chengyue silently labeled these people as "extremely dangerous - stay away" in his mind.

Just then.

A commotion arose from the edge of the crowd.

Mo Chengyue followed the gaze of the crowd and saw a young woman in a plain dress, her eyes red, tightly clutching the sleeve of a beautiful woman.

It's Xiao Qinghan.

And that beautiful woman was none other than her master, Liu Xinyan.

"Master! I beg you!"

Xiao Qinghan's voice carried a hint of stubbornness, as well as a pleading tone.

"Qinghan has restored the ancient methods and now has the ability to protect herself!"

"This Immortal-Demon Battlefield only opens once every fifty years. If I miss it, I will be filled with regret!"

Looking at her beloved disciple, Liu Xinyan felt a pang of reluctance in her eyes, but her tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

"no."

"Even Foundation Establishment cultivators face a near-death experience if they go in. You're only at the early Qi Refining stage; going in would be like sending yourself to your doom."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"Go back and cultivate diligently. Once you've formed your core, even if you want to tear a hole in the sky, your master will hand you a stick."

After saying that, Liu Xinyan directly used a gentle force to send Xiao Qinghan back to the back of the crowd, and even set up a restriction around her.

Xiao Qinghan's eyes were red and swollen, and she bit her lip tightly, but she couldn't break free.

Seeing this scene.

Mo Chengyue felt more envy than sympathy.

Look at them!

This is what a true teacher should be like!

Fearing that his apprentice would die, he insisted on stopping him.

Then look at your own master, Yan Chenyu, who does nothing but sleep and drink, and only offers his own name to make up the numbers at crucial moments...

Mo Chengyue felt like he was a free gift with a phone top-up.

"That's enough."

"Mountains may crumble, rivers may flow away."

"Relying on yourself is the safest option."

Mo Chengyue sighed, took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, and was about to crack a couple to calm his nerves.

Sudden.

A majestic voice, like thunder, instantly silenced all the noise in the square.

"quiet!"

Purple clouds rose from the east in mid-air.

Jiang Wei, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, stepped down from the void, one step at a time.

He was followed by several elders with terrifying auras.

The pressure from the Nascent Soul stage cultivator made all the disciples present feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"On the battlefield between immortals and demons, opportunities and dangers coexist."

"From this journey on, life and death are in the hands of fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven."

Jiang Wei surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sharp as lightning.

"In order to improve the survival rate, the sect has decided to break up and reorganize all disciples into small teams."

"Each team is led by a Core Formation stage cultivator and equipped with five Foundation Establishment or Core Formation stage cultivators."

"Now, let's begin the lottery!"

The voice just fell.

Countless streams of light descended from the sky, landing precisely in the hands of each disciple.

Those were jade slips.

The team number is written on it.

Mo Chengyue looked at the jade slip in his hand with the character "seven" written on it and began to pray frantically.

May all the gods protect us!

"I swear I don't want to be assigned to the main characters!"

"Give me a more reliable team captain!"

"Although Senior Brother Xie Buci is unreliable, he's fast! And although Second Senior Sister Qin Wanzhuang is fierce, she's good at fighting!"

"Even that taciturn junior brother Wenren Ji would be fine!"

As Mo Chengyue muttered to himself, he nervously looked up, searching for the unlucky captain holding up the sign with the number "seven".

then.

His gaze froze.

The sunflower seeds in his hand spilled all over the ground again.

On the east side of the square.

Under a flag embroidered with a pink skull.

A woman dressed in a long, bright red dress, exuding an alluring charm, was casually playing with a jade slip in her hand.

That is……

Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.

Lin Miaoyin, the one for whom a huge reward has been offered for capture of "Fatty"!

The huge character for "light" floating above her head was clearly a large "seven".

"Holy crap..."

Mo Chengyue felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost suffered a heart attack on the spot.

What kind of luck is this?

Didn't you check the Chinese almanac before you went out?

What you fear most is what happens!

Just as he was about to take advantage of the chaos to swallow the jade slip and pretend that he hadn't drawn it,

A sweet, cloying fragrance, yet carrying a hint of chill, suddenly wafted from behind.