Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

In the center of the camp was a huge tent-like hall.

This grand hall is quite spacious, measuring over ten zhang on each side and several zhang high. It is entirely yellowish-green in color and was constructed from some kind of special spiritual wood.

Although it was a wartime tent, it was built in a simple and grand style, with upturned eaves and carved beams and painted rafters, and it looked no less impressive than the council hall of Huangfeng Valley.

The palace doors opened wide, and Lin Feng followed Nie Ying inside.

In the center of the hall were several grand chairs, where several cultivators were sitting, each exuding a profound and abyss-like aura.

Core Formation cultivator.

Lin Feng's gaze swept quickly across the group, and he recognized two of them.

Sitting on the left was an old Taoist priest in blue robes, holding a whisk in his hand. He had a thin face and a white beard; he was none other than Fuyunzi of the Qingxu Sect.

Sitting on the right was a burly, fat man with a round face and big ears. He squinted his small eyes and seemed kind, but the faint pressure he exuded made people afraid to look him in the eye: Lei Wanhe, the Core Formation Elder of Huangfeng Valley.

There were two others Lin Feng didn't recognize. One was wearing a white robe from the Hidden Moon Sect, with a cold and stern face, and looked to be around forty or fifty years old. The other was wearing a black outfit from the Blade Transformation Pavilion, with a thin build and sinister eyes. Both were at the Core Formation stage, sitting upright in armchairs, silent and exuding a heavy aura.

Five Foundation Establishment cultivators were standing at the foot of the grand master's chair.

Lin Feng's gaze swept over the five people, and a slight thought crossed his mind.

He knew one of them.

The cold horizon of Huadaowu.

That handsome face, with its delicate features and rosy lips, remained largely unchanged even after more than a year of exposure to the elements on the battlefield.

He was just a little thinner than when I first saw him in the Blood Forbidden Land, and his eyes were even more sinister.

His cultivation level has already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Considering his aptitude and foundation, this speed is not considered fast.

Lin Feng didn't recognize the other three. There were two men and one woman, all with cultivation levels between the mid and late stages of Foundation Establishment. Judging from their clothing, they belonged to the Hidden Moon Sect, Heavenly Palace Fortress, and Spirit Beast Mountain, respectively.

Lin Feng strode forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said loudly, "Disciple Lin Feng greets Uncle Lei and all other uncles."

Lei Wanhe nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his fat face. His voice was soft but clear: "Yes, everyone is here."

"I've summoned you all here for an important task." Lei Wanhe waved his hand at Nie Ying. "Nie Ying, please tell me."

Nie Ying bowed slightly and replied, "Yes, Master."

She turned around to face the other five Foundation Establishment cultivators present. Her expression remained aloof, but her eyes were sharper than before.

"According to reliable sources, the Liu family of Yunzhou colluded with the demonic path and leaked information about the seven sects, resulting in attacks on many of their strongholds and causing them to suffer heavy losses."

Nie Ying paused here, giving everyone some time to process what she was saying.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Lin Feng's heart stirred, and he sighed inwardly.

The Liu family certainly knows how to choose sides. Knowing that the demonic path is powerful and the seven sects are bound to lose, they sided with them early on.

If a few more months pass and the demonic path achieves a great victory, the Liu family might seize the opportunity to rise to prominence and become the vanguard in the demonic path's conquest of the Yue Kingdom.

Unfortunately, the Seven Factions discovered it at this time, so isn't it just like the chicken used to scare the monkeys?

Nie Ying continued, "The Liu family of Yunzhou is located eight thousand miles northwest of Jingu Plain. They have four Foundation Establishment cultivators, the most powerful of whom is the clan leader, Liu Qinglan, who has been at the late Foundation Establishment stage for many years. The remaining three are Foundation Establishment cultivators, two are at the mid-stage, and one is at the early stage. They also have several hundred Qi Refining clan members and over one hundred thousand mortals."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over every Foundation Establishment cultivator present.

"For this mission, to ensure a safe outcome, our senior uncles have assigned six of us Foundation Establishment cultivators—"

She pointed to two middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivators: "Senior Brother Chen and Senior Brother Xiao are both in the late Foundation Establishment stage."

Then he pointed to himself and Lin Feng and the others: "Me, Junior Brother Lin, Junior Brother Han, and Junior Sister Ye are all in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage."

"There are also one hundred elite Qi Refining stage cultivators, all of whom are seasoned veterans of the battlefield."

Nie Ying's voice was clear and firm: "Whether in terms of quantity or strength, they far surpass the Liu family."

She emphasized, "This mission must be carried out with utmost swiftness and decisiveness, wiping out the Liu family without giving them any chance."

"My fellow disciples demand—" Her voice suddenly turned cold, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes, "All cultivators of the Liu family, leave no one alive. Eradicate them completely, leave no survivors."

By the end, his words carried a chilling undertone.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators inside the hall reacted differently upon hearing this news.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators; Han Tianya's lips curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile, as if he were lost in thought; and the Ye junior sister from the Hidden Moon Sect showed a hint of reluctance.

Lin Feng remained expressionless, but he was making plans in his mind.

Six Foundation Establishment cultivators against four Foundation Establishment cultivators, one hundred elite Qi Refining cultivators against hundreds of Qi Refining clansmen—the advantage is on our side!

After Nie Ying finished speaking, she took a step back and returned to Lei Wanhe's side.

After Nie Ying explained the mission clearly, Fu Yunzi, holding a whisk, slowly stood up. His gaze swept across the faces of the seven Foundation Establishment cultivators one by one. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"My fellow disciples, do you have any questions about this mission?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

No one speaks.

This kind of task wouldn't be raised in this setting if there were any doubts. The Core Formation Elder has already set the tone; those below just need to carry it out.

Fu Yunzi waited for a moment, and seeing that no one spoke, he nodded.

"Since there are no objections, let's not delay and set off immediately."

He flicked his whisk, his tone carrying a chilling killing intent: "Destroy the Liu family, and let all the forces in Yue see what the consequences of betrayal are."

Lin Feng and the other Foundation Establishment cultivators present clasped their hands in a fist salute and said in unison, "Disciples obey."

Then he turned around and walked out of the hall.

Once outside the palace gates, the light was much brighter than inside.

Lin Feng squinted and followed the group out of the camp. Nie Ying walked at the front, the hem of her blue palace dress fluttering gently in the wind with each step, like a blue cloud.

Han Tianya walked beside Lin Feng and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Lin, it's been a long time."

Lin Feng glanced at him sideways.

"Fellow Daoist Han," Lin Feng nodded slightly, "It's not easy to survive on the battlefield."

Han Tianya chuckled lightly: "Likewise."

He paused, then said, "I heard that Fellow Daoist Lin is doing quite well on the battlefield, having killed many cultivators of the same level?"

"It's just luck," Lin Feng said, not wanting to elaborate.

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk more, Han Tianya did not press him further. He simply smiled, quickened his pace, and walked to the front of the group.

Lin Feng lagged behind, following at a leisurely pace.

Ahead, at the exit of the camp, one hundred elite Qi Refining stage disciples had already lined up. They wore the standard Taoist robes of their respective sects, held magical implements, and had storage bags hanging from their waists. Their faces were expressionless, and their gazes were cold and stern.

These are all seasoned veterans who have fought many battles, seen blood, and killed people. They are completely different from those newbies who have just come out of the sect.

Nie Ying stood at the front of the group, took out a ten-zhang-long flying ship from her storage bag, turned around, and faced the crowd.

Her gaze swept across everyone's face, her voice clear and firm.

"Set off."