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As soon as the opening ceremony of Xiaoyao Palace ended, Zheng Yifei immediately sneaked back to Blood Soul Valley under the cover of night.

Inside the main tent of the Qingyun Sect's camp.

Zheng Yifei took off his straw hat and walked directly to the sand table. Looking at Su Chenyuan, whose face was full of solemnity, he revealed Ye Tianqiong's intentions: "Fifth Elder, the plan has changed. The Heavenly Demon Sect not only wants to kill Zeng Ming, but also wants to take over the Cloud Cliff Mine."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Su Chenyuan's face turned deathly pale, and he shook his head repeatedly: "No! Absolutely not! We can blame Zeng Ming's death on the Demon Sect's night raid, and even if the Xuantian Sect suspects it, they have no solid evidence."

However, the Yunya Mine is a strategic stronghold of the Xuantian Sect on the front line. It not only contains a huge amount of Blood Soul Stones, but also houses the Xuantian Sect's direct guard.

If we breach the defenses and lose the mine, Qin Cang will definitely hold the Qingyun Sect accountable!

"At that point, it won't just be a matter of a few hundred people dying; it will be a crime punishable by the extermination of an entire sect!"

Zheng Yifei sneered, pulled up a chair and sat down, staring intently at Su Chenyuan: "Fifth Elder, do you think Qin Cang will let the Qingyun Sect off the hook if we don't give up the mine?"

Su Chenyuan was taken aback, then retorted, "As long as we hold our ground and hold out until the rotation..."

"Hold the line? After our two-year term expired, Zeng Ming forcibly detained us with Qin Cang's decree. Don't you understand?"

Zheng Yifei ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "Qin Cang never intended for us to return alive! He wants to squeeze every last drop of the Qingyun Sect's resources out of this Blood Soul Valley meat grinder!"

The Qingyun Sect has developed too fast in recent years. The Qingyun Daily controls the discourse and makes a fortune every day, which has long made the Xuantian Sect envious.

Qin Cang isn't making a move yet because the Xuan Tian Sect Master hasn't emerged from seclusion, and he's also afraid of giving others ammunition to criticize him. Once we're all wiped out in Blood Soul Valley, and only a bunch of old, weak, and disabled people remain at the Qingyun Sect headquarters, Qin Cang can easily find an excuse to take over Mirage and all its assets without bloodshed.

Do you think that compromising and yielding will give you a way to survive?

Wrong! You're committing slow suicide!

Su Chenyuan shuddered, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was an old fox who had lived for hundreds of years, how could he not see through the intricacies of the situation? It was just that he had never dared to face the cruelest reality, still harboring a sliver of hope that the Xuantian Sect would act according to the rules.

"Only by muddying the waters can the Qingyun Sect survive."

Zheng Yifei lowered his voice, his tone both seductive and resolute: "By cooperating with the Demonic Sect to take over the Yunya Mine, the Xuantian Sect's front line will inevitably be thrown into chaos and its defenses will collapse. At that time, we can legitimately use the excuse of 'heavy casualties and inability to reverse the situation' to force a withdrawal!"

Even if Qin Cang was furious, with the battle situation collapsing, he had to focus on deploying troops and stabilizing the situation first, and had no time to care about us.

By the time he came to his senses, the elite troops of the Qingyun Sect had already returned to the sect. With our sect leader, a Nascent Soul cultivator, in charge, he wouldn't dare openly send troops to attack the Qingyun Sect!

Su Chenyuan gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, his heart filled with intense struggle.

Just then, a noisy commotion suddenly came from outside the tent, accompanied by the neighing of warhorses and the arrogant shouts of the Xuantian Sect's supervisory team.

"Where is Su Chenyuan?! Tell him to come out and see me!"

Zeng Ming's shrill, duck-like voice boomed outside the tent.

Su Chenyuan and Zheng Yifei exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

A Qingyun Sect deacon scrambled into the main tent, his face filled with panic: "Fifth Elder! Something terrible has happened! Zeng Ming has blocked the camp gate with three hundred supervisory soldiers, saying he's going to the logistics camp immediately to take away all one hundred-plus members of the Zheng family. Tomorrow at noon, he's going to force them to brave the Demon Sect's killing formation!"

"What?!"

Su Chenyuan's expression changed drastically.

Zheng Yifei's eyes instantly turned extremely cold, and a murderous aura, almost tangible, emanated from his body.

He had intended to let Zeng Ming live a couple more days, but he never expected that this mad dog would actually seek death by coming to take someone away in the middle of the night.

"It seems there's been some trouble at the Xuantian Sect. Qin Cang is impatient and wants to force me to show myself."

Zheng Yifei took a deep breath and quickly calmed down.

He knew that he absolutely could not let Zeng Ming take the people away now, otherwise the Zheng family would be completely at the mercy of the supervisory team once they fell into their hands.

"Fifth Elder, there's no time to hesitate."

Zheng Yifei grabbed Su Chenyuan's arm, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Are you in or not?!"

As Su Chenyuan listened to Zeng Ming's increasingly arrogant insults outside the tent, and recalled the humiliation that the Qingyun Sect disciples had suffered over the past two years, a ruthless glint finally flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it! To hell with the Xuan Tian Sect! I've had enough!"

Su Chenyuan gritted his teeth and growled.

Having received an affirmative answer, Zheng Yifei didn't waste any words. He immediately took out the communication talisman that was connected to Tu Gang through a single line from his storage bag and crushed it.

"Tu Gang! The plan has changed! Immediately take those five Shadow Guards and launch a surprise attack ahead of schedule! Targets: the supervisory team outside the Qingyun Sect camp, and the Yunya Mine! Move now!"

After delivering the message, Zheng Yifei looked at Su Chenyuan and said, "Fifth Elder, go to the camp gate and hold off Zeng Ming. Secretly open the life gate of the defensive formation and let the Golden Core cultivator from the Demon Sect in."

Then he commanded his disciples to begin a "rout," making as much noise as possible and preparing as many "corpses" as possible.

"And what about you?"

"I'm going to the logistics camp to move the Zheng family away."

Zheng Yifei's figure flashed, turning into a blur and disappearing into the shadows of the tent.

At this moment, at the main gate of the Qingyun Sect's camp.

Zeng Ming rode on a second-tier Crimson Flame Tiger, holding a long whip crackling with lightning, his expression extremely arrogant.

Behind him, three hundred fully armed Xuantian Sect supervisory team members, exuding murderous intent, blocked the camp gate completely.

"Su Chenyuan! If you old tortoise don't come out soon, I'll execute you, the gatekeeper, for disobeying military orders!"

Zeng Ming lashed his whip at the array light screen at the camp gate, creating a dazzling ripple.

"Captain Zeng, please calm down, this old man has arrived."

Su Chenyuan strode out of the tent with a big smile on his face, keeping a very low profile. But inside his wide sleeves, his fingers were rapidly forming hand seals, silently closing a defensive array eye in the southeast corner of the camp.

"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense!"

Zeng Ming looked down at Su Chenyuan with disdain in his eyes: "Immediately send men to the logistics camp and bring me all of Zheng Yifei's nine generations of relatives! Put them in heavy shackles! Tomorrow at noon, I will personally escort them to the Blood Fiend Camp's position!"

"Captain Zeng, it's the middle of the night, the elderly, weak, sick and disabled have already gone to bed. Why don't we go to bed early tomorrow morning..."

Su Chenyuan deliberately delayed.

"How dare you! You dare to bargain with my military orders?"

At this critical moment.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar came from the southeast of the camp, followed by towering demonic flames that shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, illuminating half the night sky as if it were daytime.

"Enemy attack! The Demonic Sect has launched a night attack!"

"The formation has been broken! The demonic cultivators have stormed in!"

Chaos erupted instantly within the Qingyun Sect's camp. Countless shrill screams and the clanging of magical artifacts mingled together, flames rose everywhere, and thick smoke billowed.

The Qingyun Sect disciples, whom Su Chenyuan had arranged beforehand, were now displaying extremely superb "acting skills." While frantically unleashing various gorgeous but harmless spells, they smeared the prepared demonic blood on their bodies, screaming as they collapsed into pools of blood.

The entire camp instantly descended into chaos, with the army collapsing like a house of cards.

"What's going on?! Why did the Demonic Sect suddenly attack?!"

Zeng Ming was shocked, and the Crimson Flame Tiger beneath him was also frightened by the sudden demonic power and retreated repeatedly.

Before he could react, six terrifying pressures descended from the sky like six mountains, locking onto him firmly.

"You scum of the Xuantian Sect, prepare to die!"

With a deafening roar, Tu Gang, wielding a massive blood-red battle axe, led five late-stage Golden Core assassins shrouded in black robes. Like six black lightning bolts, they tore through the night sky and instantly arrived before Zeng Ming.

The five Shadow Guards of the Heavenly Demon Sect didn't waste any words and immediately launched a deadly combined attack formation.

Five pitch-black chains emerged from the void, instantly sealing off all of Zeng Ming's escape routes and completely imprisoning the space around him.

"Six late-stage Golden Core cultivators?"

Zeng Ming was terrified. He couldn't understand why the Demon Sect would send out such a terrifying force just to deal with him, a mere captain of the supervisory team.

He desperately tried to crush the life-saving jade slip Zeng Feng had given him, but the anti-magic power attached to the five chains instantly cut off the flow of spiritual energy within his body.

"Pfft!"

Tu Gang's blood-red battle axe cleaved down without any resistance, splitting Zeng Ming and his crimson tiger in two! Blood and entrails sprayed all over the ground.

The captain of the supervisory team, who had been lording it over the Qingyun Sect for two years, died on the spot before he could even let out a scream.

"The captain is dead! Run!" Upon seeing this, the disciples of the supervisory team instantly collapsed and scattered in all directions.

"Leave no one alive! Take over the Cloud Cliff Mine while we're at it!"

With a loud shout, Tu Gang led the three thousand elite Blood Fiend Camp soldiers who had been lying in ambush outside the camp, like a black tide sweeping over the "collapsed" defenses of the Qingyun Sect, and rushing straight towards the Yunya Mine behind them.