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They marched all night, amidst fierce winds and torrential rain.

For three full hours, Zhou Wenju, Lao Qi, and Xu Hai appeared at the foot of Cangshan Mountain with more than four hundred gunmen.

Cangshan Mountain, with its unparalleled scenery, is home to the most powerful sect in Qishan County, exuding an air of otherworldly grandeur.

But on a stormy winter night, this highest mountain in Qishan County, lying in the northwest, resembled a giant beast before them, waiting to devour its prey.

Xu Hai wiped the cold raindrops from his forehead and lowered his voice: "Young Master, the Third Brother should be arriving soon. The battle will begin immediately. Should we move out tonight?"

"No!" Zhou Wenju said, "You must understand that war is about using your strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses! Zhang Laosan's side can act overnight because they are only facing the He family guards; an overnight operation can catch them off guard. We are facing cultivators; we cannot act rashly in the rainy night. We must occupy the high ground and wait for dawn!"

Once the order is given, act immediately.

Li Jun led over a hundred men and infiltrated into the jungle.

This dive took us uphill, up the peak, up the tree!

One hundred people occupied advantageous terrain, ensuring a 360-degree surround without any blind spots, completely encircling the Cangshan Sect from all sides.

In a sense, they are the kind of modern snipers that have never appeared before in this era.

Although Old Qi still holds a highly reserved attitude towards the Second Young Master, he was still secretly alarmed by this display of power.

The second young master's tactical thinking...

That was truly unexpected.

Most people who sneak into the Cangshan Sect at night and find that the sect is completely unprepared would probably choose to launch a night raid, but he did not!

The reason is simple: a war mentality—using one's strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

The Hexi team's strength lies in their guns!

Their biggest weakness is that the vast majority of them are ordinary people.

Ordinary people cannot see in the dark.

On the contrary, spiritual practitioners excel in physical skills and reflexes, which are even more effective in the darkest of nights.

Only by waiting patiently for an hour on a cold, rainy night can the balance of power between the two sides be shifted.

Is this something the Second Young Master learned at the Mohist school?

The Mohists were known as a semi-worldly military strategist...

"Old Qi!" Zhou Wenju's gaze shifted to Old Qi: "You and I are different. We are both cultivators, and the rainy night is our home turf. Let's both bring out our skills—one of us can take on eight constables—and first wipe out the lower half of the Cangshan Sect's secret guards so our team can infiltrate Cangshan!"

Old Qi's eyes gleamed slightly in the rainy night: "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Wenju vanished into the rainy night in a flash.

Old Qi's eyes suddenly widened...

This kid has actually advanced another level, now he's definitely at the Dao Mountain Realm.

Moreover, the speed and unpredictability of this movement technique are completely incomparable to those of ordinary Daoist practitioners...

Was he flirting with village girls in the Hexi Valley?

They weren't even making guns, those kinds of magical weapons?

Or is he practicing diligently?

In just seven days, he broke through the Taoist altar and entered the Taoist mountain?

Countless thoughts swept through his mind, turning into a hazy blur.

His figure also vanished into a hazy mist...

Just as Zhou Wuju had told Zhou Wenju that day: Old Qi, don't be fooled by the clanging sound of his fake leg. That's just to deceive everyone. His true cultivation level is completely unfathomable. If he doesn't want anyone to see it, no one can see him...

But Hengshan Village, thirty miles away, is completely different!

When Zhou Wenju and his group arrived at the foot of Cangshan Sect, the battle had already begun...

Bullets, burning with vengeful fury, pierced the rainy night sky, plunging the He family's seven interconnected manors into chaos.

The head of the He family was currently in the bed of his seventeenth concubine, having just indulged his old bones in a moment of pleasure, when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of gunfire.

As soon as I woke up, I heard screams coming from outside.

The old patriarch was unusually agile at this moment, and he jumped off the bed and rushed out of the room.

His mouth suddenly gaped open, his eyes filled with complete disbelief...

Three manors are already ablaze.

Amidst the raging fire, countless servants fled frantically, unable to see where the enemy was, only witnessing their servants falling one after another.

"Master!" a man shouted as he rushed in. It was the old steward, his hair disheveled and his expression panicked. "Those bandits from Hexi Valley are here! They...they're carrying the guns they used to wipe out Qingyun Village!"

The patriarch's expression changed drastically!

The "gun," the divine weapon of Hexi Valley, is what has filled his brain the most from yesterday to today.

There were plans for tonight.

They arranged for thirty-five experts from the Cangshan Sect to enter Hexi and eliminate all the able-bodied men in Hexi, thus completely removing this major threat.

Who would have thought that the people of Hexi Valley would actually storm his lair with guns?

"Beat the drums!" the patriarch roared. "Order everyone to launch a full-scale counterattack and slaughter all the invaders!"

The dozen or so people who rushed to his side immediately turned around and ran up the Drum Tower.

The Drum Tower, built exceptionally tall by the He family to demonstrate their dignity, saw more than ten people carrying torches rushing up the steps simultaneously. However, bullets ripped through the air, thud thud thud...

Nine out of ten servants who rushed up the steps died on the steps.

Finally, two servants rushed forward, and the drums sounded.

Boom!

With a single thud, a bullet pierced the drummer's forehead, sending him sprawling face-first onto the drum...

They can't even beat a drum.

The patriarch's face turned deathly pale: "Quickly! Immediately request reinforcements from the Cangshan Sect!"

boom!

Five tall, powerful horses charged out, heading towards the Cangshan Mountains, thirty miles away...

Just as we were about to turn the corner, suddenly, flames flickered from both sides of the mountain road.

Five mountain villa bodyguards crashed down.

The patriarch's face was ashen, but he forced himself to remain calm: "Feng San, go!"

"yes!"

Suddenly, a figure shot into the sky from the darkness behind him, its toes touching the rooftop before it soared into the air.

Go straight up the back mountain!

This person is a cultivator whose cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the Daoist altar. He is a dedicated talent for transmitting information between the He family and the Cangshan Sect because his movement techniques surpass those of everyone else.

Such a person, in the darkness, can cross the back mountain to reach Cangshan. Even a cultivation master a level higher than him could not stop him.

However, his figure had just broken through the air.

Three bullets were fired at the same time.

Feng Sanyi's sharp eyes could see in the darkness. He locked onto the target with a single glance, gave a cold smile, and twisted his body sharply, dodging the bullet.

However, the bullet, carrying a strange force, whizzed past his ear, and Feng San's perfectly controlled internal energy shattered instantly, causing him to plummet from the sky.

A spark flashed at the gatehouse in front.

With a soft hiss, the bullet pierced Feng San's forehead.

Feng San's eyes widened suddenly, and he died without understanding what had happened...

The head of the family was startled and filled with disbelief.

Thump thump thump...

Gunfire erupted outside the courtyard gate, breaking the lock. Dozens of armed men appeared at the gate and pushed open the heavy iron door.

With a whoosh, seven figures beside the patriarch simultaneously broke through the air, each wielding a gleaming broadsword. In an instant, three of them arrived in the courtyard, while four more swept over the courtyard wall.

These seven individuals were the patriarch's trump cards in suppressing those who refused to submit; each of them was a cultivator.

However, bullets shot in from all sides simultaneously, carrying an unyielding power that shattered the dreams of these seven cultivators. Their once-proud cultivation and combat prowess failed to function for the first time.

Almost simultaneously, the four people fell to their deaths as soon as they jumped over the courtyard wall.

Three skilled warriors in the courtyard, wielding broadswords, were preparing to deliver a swift and decisive blow to the daring intruder who had dared to trespass into the family manor, when simultaneously they were met with a hail of bullets…

The head of the household stumbled and slipped on the steps.

Bathed in the glow of fire from all sides, a young man's gun was pointed directly at his forehead...

"You...you have such audacity, you..."

thumping!

A gunshot rang out, and the patriarch's eyes widened suddenly.

"Leave no one in the He family alive! Take all their wealth and destroy all their houses!" Zhang Laosan's voice swept across the sky.

Gunfire erupted, and flames shot into the sky...

The sound of gunfire did not reach the Cangshan Sect.

The He family's plea for help couldn't even reach the Cangshan Sect.

However, in the Cangshan Sect, one pavilion remained brightly lit, shining through the long, rainy night.

The Grand Elder of the Cangshan Sect is waiting for news.