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Behind Blood Soul Valley, the logistics camp of Qingyun Sect.

Wearing a wide straw hat and a black cloak, Zheng Yifei kicked open the barracks door, the loud crash of the shattering wooden door waking up the more than one hundred elderly and weak members of the Zheng family inside.

Zheng Dajiang jumped up and stood protectively in front of his elderly parents, his eyes filled with terror.

Zheng Yifei remained silent. He directly unleashed the spiritual pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the peak of his cultivation. The powerful airflow surged within the narrow barracks, firmly suppressing all the Zheng family members who attempted to rise from their seats.

He threw a black cloud-piercing boat out of his storage bag. The flying boat swelled in the wind and took over the open space outside the barracks.

"Go up."

Zheng Yifei deliberately lowered his voice, which was rough and hoarse, revealing an undeniable killing intent.

Several young members of the Zheng family tried to struggle, but Zheng Yifei waved his hand away.

A powerful yet gentle spiritual force transformed into an invisible giant hand, which swept them up and threw them into the cabin of the flying boat.

Old Master Zheng realized that the newcomers had no intention of killing him, so he pulled his wife along and quickly walked towards the airship. More than a hundred people boarded the ship in less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Zheng Yifei cast a spell, and the flying boat took off. He did not reveal his identity.

The Xuantian Sect's Tingfeng Tower employs unpredictable methods, and it's hard to guarantee that someone won't conduct soul searches or lie detector tests on the Zheng family in the future.

As long as the Zheng family doesn't know who saved them, this remains a confusing and unverifiable matter.

The Cloud Piercing Boat sped along the ground, passing through the life gate of the array that Su Chenyuan had closed in advance, and crossing the Blood Soul River.

On the rocky beach on the opposite bank, Tu Gang's two trusted confidants had been waiting for a long time.

As the flying boat landed, Zheng Yifei stood at the bow and tossed a storage bag full of spirit stones to his two trusted confidants: "Send this to Xiaoyao Palace and give it to Zhao Wenyuan."

Two trusted confidants caught the storage bag, nodded repeatedly, and the flying boat took off again, disappearing into the night in the direction of Tianmo City.

Zheng Yifei turned around, his figure disappearing into the darkness, heading straight for the Yunya Mine.

At this moment, the Yunya Mine had been reduced to a sea of ​​fire.

Tu Gang led 5,000 elite Blood Fiends, with six Golden Core cultivators clearing the way, and they advanced straight in.

The Qingyun Sect's defenses were practically nonexistent. Following Su Chenyuan's orders, the disciples threw low-level spells behind them as they ran, creating a great spectacle, but without any real killing power.

The Xuantian Sect's direct guard stationed at the mine had no idea that the main camp at the front would collapse in an instant.

Before they could even activate the mine's core defensive formation, Tu Gang's blood-red battle axe shattered the camp gate.

Su Chenyuan stood on a ridge behind the mine, coldly watching the carnage below.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect have all withdrawn from the war zone, and the supervisory team of Xuantian Sect is being unilaterally slaughtered.

"Fifth Elder, the mine is completely lost. Where do we go now?"

A deacon, covered in blood, ran over and asked in a low voice.

Su Chenyuan did not answer. He took a deep breath and raised his right hand. His palm condensed with his full strength of true essence, and his late-stage Golden Core spiritual power fluctuated violently.

The deacon's eyes widened.

Su Chenyuan slapped his own chest hard with his backhand.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible. Su Chenyuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his sternum collapsed in large areas, and the violent true energy rushed into his body, shattering his meridians inch by inch.

His face turned ashen instantly, and his body swayed precariously.

"Fifth Elder!"

The deacon was shocked and quickly stepped forward to support him.

Su Chenyuan swallowed the blood that welled up in his throat and swallowed a life-saving heart-protecting pill. His voice was weak but unusually clear: "Order the entire army to retreat into Luoyan Forest. Remember, we were defeated by their valiant efforts. Zeng Ming's blind command led to the breaking of the formation."

"Anyone who dares to utter a single word will have their entire family executed."

The deacon felt a chill run down his spine and nodded emphatically.

Two thousand two hundred remnants of the Qingyun Sect, supporting each other, stumbled and staggered their way into Luoyan Forest, fifty miles away from the mine.

Su Chenyuan leaned against a thick ancient tree and took out a golden distress talisman from his pocket.

This was a top-level token directly connecting to the Xuan Tian Sect's frontline command post. He crushed the talisman with force, and a golden light shot straight into the sky, exploding into a huge phantom of a qi sword in the night sky.

Half an hour later.

The space above Luoyan Forest distorted violently, and an old man in a gray robe with a cold and stern face stepped out into the air.

The terrifying pressure of the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator instantly enveloped the entire forest, making the Qingyun Sect disciples below unable to breathe.

Qin Lie, the seventh elder of the Xuantian Sect.

Qin Lie flashed and landed in front of Su Chenyuan.

He looked around at the Qingyun Sect disciples who were wailing and dressed in rags, and his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

With the help of two stewards, Su Chenyuan struggled to his feet. He pushed the stewards aside, knelt on one knee before Qin Lie, and as soon as he opened his mouth, another mouthful of blood gushed out, staining his chest red.

"Su Chenyuan, what exactly happened! Where is the Yunya Mine?"

Qin Lie's voice was filled with anger, and the sound of his voice shook the leaves, causing them to fall in a rustling sound.

"Seventh Elder..."

Su Chenyuan gasped for breath, each word accompanied by bloody spittle: "The Demonic Sect... launched a night attack. The Blood Fiend Camp mobilized in full force, led by six late-stage Golden Core assassins. Captain Zeng Ming... was killed in battle."

Qin Lie's pupils suddenly contracted: "Zeng Ming is dead? Yunya Mine is lost?"

"Yes. Seventh Elder, you are wise! The Qingyun Sect has been stationed at Blood Soul Valley for two years, and 2,800 of our 5,000 elite soldiers have died in battle. Our term of duty expired a month ago. I have repeatedly asked Captain Zeng to relieve us with the roster, but he refused."

Su Chenyuan raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring directly at Qin Lie: "Tonight, the Demonic Sect launched a surprise attack, with over ten thousand members. Our sect's disciples have been fighting continuously for two years, and our magical artifacts have long been destroyed."

Captain Zeng ordered us to take the initiative to attack, but we were wiped out by six Golden Core cultivators from the Demon Sect. Without a leader, our formation was broken.

"I fought desperately to cover their retreat, but was surrounded and injured by three Golden Core cultivators from the Demonic Sect. I fought my way out of the encirclement and retreated to this place!"

Every word was written in blood, and every sentence was full of reason.

Qin Lie's face turned ashen. He stepped forward, grabbed Su Chenyuan's wrist, and his powerful divine sense directly probed into Su Chenyuan's body.

Seventy percent of his meridians were broken, the golden core's light dimmed, his true essence was nearly exhausted, and his heart meridian was only kept alive by a surge of medicinal power.

These injuries are absolutely genuine. Any more severe, and Su Chenyuan would have perished on the spot.

Qin Lie released his grip, his anger churning wildly within his chest.

He knew the front lines were tough, but he never expected the Qingyun Sect to be forced to this point. Five thousand men were reduced to only two thousand, all their magical artifacts were destroyed, and they were not rotated out upon the expiration of their term.

Zeng Ming, that good-for-nothing who only brought trouble upon himself, not only lost his own life but also lost the strategic location of the Xuantian Sect.

"Has the Nascent Soul stage expert from the Demonic Sect made a move?"

Qin Lie gritted his teeth and asked the most crucial question.

"No, they were all led by Golden Core cultivators."

Qin Lie clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

There are rules on the battlefield: Nascent Soul cultivators face off against Nascent Soul cultivators. The Demonic Sect didn't deploy any Nascent Soul cultivators; they relied entirely on their numerical superiority and overwhelming superior combat power to seize the mine.

If he were to rush over and wipe out the Blood Fiend Camp now, relying on his Nascent Soul cultivation, Ye Tianqiong of the Heavenly Demon Sect would definitely take immediate action, and the war would escalate to a full extent, affecting even the Xuan Tian Sect headquarters.

The Xuantian Sect must swallow this loss according to the rules.

"You shall take your men and set up camp here. Without my orders, you shall not retreat."

Qin Lie took out a jade bottle from his storage bag and tossed it to Su Chenyuan: "This is a Rejuvenation Pill. Stabilize your injuries first."

"Thank you, Seventh Elder."

Su Chenyuan took the jade bottle with both hands, and as he lowered his head, a cold mockery flashed in his eyes.

Qin Lie turned around, took out a communication jade slip, and quickly engraved it with his divine sense: "Zeng Ming died in battle, Yunya Mine was lost, and the Demon Sect dispatched six Golden Core cultivators to launch a surprise attack."

The Qingyun Sect has suffered over half its casualties, and Su Chenyuan is severely injured and no longer capable of fighting. We urge the Grand Elder to make a swift decision and deploy the elite inner sect forces to retake the mine.

The jade slip flashed, and the information was instantly transmitted back to the main peak of the Xuantian Sect.

Just as Qin Lie put away the jade slip, a thick, bloody light tore through the night sky and crashed down outside Luoyan Forest with a pungent, fishy wind.

Blood Slaughter has arrived.

He was dressed in a dark red robe, and his scarlet eyes swept over the miserable remnants of the Qingyun Sect soldiers in the woods before finally fixing on Qin Lie.

"Seventh Elder?"

Blood Butcher frowned, sensing something was wrong. He had been ordered to take over the supervisory team and force the Azure Cloud Sect to their deaths. But now, the Azure Cloud Sect's main camp was gone, the supervisory team was gone, and demonic flames were raging in the direction of the Cloud Cliff Mine.

"Blood Butcher, you're too late."

Qin Lie looked at him coldly: "The mine is lost, and Zeng Ming is dead."

Blood Butcher shuddered and abruptly turned to look at Su Chenyuan: "Where are the Zheng family members?"

Su Chenyuan clutched his chest, his face filled with grief and indignation: "When the Demon Sect broke through the camp, the logistics battalion was the first to be hit. More than a hundred people were all burned to ashes by the demonic fire."

Blood Butcher's cheek twitched violently; all his targets were gone.

What should he use to report back to Qin Cang?