I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Murong Hao drained the Xuan Tian Sect of its lifeblood, and this fatal hidden danger finally erupted at the most critical moment.

Without resources, the Xuantian Sect is like a giant with a huge body but unable to move, left to be slaughtered.

"Who did this...who could it be?"

Qin Cang gritted his teeth, the name Xu Tianyang flashing through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Xu Tianyang and his son were being chased by eight Nascent Soul cultivators at the peak of their cultivation; it was impossible for them to return to the market to kill.

Besides Xu Tianyang, who else would dare to lay a knife under the nose of the Xuantian Sect?

Qin Cang suddenly raised his head, and a name that filled him with fear surfaced in his mind.

Zheng Yifei.

"Pass on the order!"

Qin Cang's voice was hoarse with extreme anger and a hint of hidden fear: "All cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage in the market and inner mountain, immediately cease all solo actions! You must form groups of three and look out for each other! Without my order, no one is permitted to leave their post!"

The order was quickly relayed, plunging the entire Xuantian Sect into extreme panic.

The Nascent Soul stage was originally a high-end combat force in the cultivation world, but at this time, the Xuan Tian Sect had become a frightened bird to be hunted.

However, Qin Cang's tightening of defenses did not stop the spread of death.

The second night.

The mirage is the largest property of the Xuantian Sect in the market, and it is also the only money-making machine that can still barely operate.

To ensure the safety of this place, Qin Cang specially arranged for three elders at the late Nascent Soul stage to guard it together.

The three elders sat in a secret chamber on the top floor of the mirage, with a defensive array plate in front of them. They were fully aware of their surroundings and watched every movement with bated breath.

"With the three of us together, even if we encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of their cultivation, we can hold out until the sect leader comes to our aid."

One of the elders consoled himself.

Before the words were even finished, the solid steel walls of the secret room were suddenly and silently sliced ​​open as if they were made of paper.

Wang Changsheng's Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Locking Array directly covered the entire top floor.

Zheng Yifei walked in through the gap in the wall, his hands behind his back. Su Wanqing and Li Jianfeng followed closely behind.

The three Xuantian Sect elders' pupils contracted sharply when they saw Zheng Yifei.

"Zheng Yifei! It really was you!"

An elder shouted sternly, while frantically activating the array plate, trying to send out a distress signal.

However, he discovered that the spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by the array plate disappeared without a trace when they came into contact with the surrounding air, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"Don't waste your energy."

Zheng Yifei looked at them with a cold gaze, as if he were looking at three corpses: "This formation cannot transmit any information below the Nascent Soul stage."

"Fight him!" Knowing there was no way out, the three elders simultaneously unleashed their natal magic treasures. Three streams of violent spiritual power, at the late Nascent Soul stage, erupted in the hall, transforming into three streaks of light that hurtled towards Zheng Yifei.

Zheng Yifei didn't even move a step.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a wisp of purplish-black lightning leaped out from his palm.

"ThunderNet".

Zheng Yifei uttered two words softly.

The wisp of lightning instantly expanded, transforming into an impenetrable purple lightning net that enveloped the three elders and their magical artifacts.

The destructive power of the lightning rules was something that ordinary Nascent Soul spiritual power could not withstand. The three natal magic treasures dimmed their spiritual light the moment they came into contact with the lightning net, and shattered into pieces of iron that fell to the ground.

The lightning net is shrinking.

The three elders, all at the late Nascent Soul stage, didn't even have time to scream before their protective aura was instantly pierced. Their bodies, along with their Nascent Souls, turned to ashes in the purple lightning, leaving not a single drop of blood behind.

Neither Su Wanqing nor Li Jianfeng drew their swords.

"Too weak."

Zheng Yifei withdrew his hand, and the lightning net dissipated. With his current strength, killing a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was as easy as crushing an ant.

"Mu Yao, go open the vault of the mirage and take everything you can. As for what you can't take, Chang Sheng, blow it up with the explosive array."

After an incense stick's time, with a muffled underground explosion, the Mirage, the iconic building of the Xuantian Sect, collapsed from the inside, turning into ruins.

Two consecutive days of assassinations and sabotage have completely paralyzed the Xuantian Sect's rear.

The independent cultivators and merchants in the market sensed something was wrong and quickly packed their belongings, fleeing Xuantian Market overnight.

The once bustling largest market in the Southern Wilderness was reduced to a ghost town in just three days.

Inside the main hall, Qin Cang stared at the thick smoke rising from the direction of the mirage, his eyes bloodshot and his hair disheveled. He was no longer the spirited man he had been when he ascended the throne three days ago.

"Sect Master... the mirage has been destroyed, and the three elders who guarded it... have been completely wiped out."

The intelligence elder knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

"Where are the eight elders who went after Xu Tianyang? Where did they go? Tell them to come back immediately!"

Qin Cang roared.

"They...they're not coming back."

The intelligence elder swallowed hard, his voice trembling with tears: "Xu Tianyang and his son didn't escape far at all. They used the terrain and concealment formations to wear down the eight elders. Just half an hour ago, Xu Tianyang suddenly launched a counterattack, risking serious injury to kill the lone Elder Chen and Elder Li."

The remaining six elders, having exhausted their spiritual energy, dared not pursue any further and were retreating towards the inner mountain. However, Xu Tianyang and his son... were now turning the tables and hunting them down!

Qin Cang's vision went black, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The hunter became the prey.

Eight Nascent Soul cultivators at the peak of their cultivation were completely outmaneuvered by two people, and two of them were even killed in the process.

This is simply the greatest disgrace since the founding of the Xuantian Sect.

But even more devastating news was yet to come.

"Report—!"

A frontline steward, his body charred black, rushed into the main hall and slammed his fist on the ground: "Sect Master! Falling Star Valley has fallen! The Grand Elder has been killed in battle! The Heavenly Demon Sect's army has advanced to Black Wind Ridge, less than 500 li from the inner mountain. Ye Tianqiong has declared that he will raze the Xuan Tian Sect's mountain gate to the ground before sunset today!"

The main hall was deathly silent.

All the elders lowered their heads, their eyes filled with despair.

With the front lines collapsing and the rear hollowed out, high-end combat forces were harvested layer by layer by Zheng Yifei and Xu Tianyang, like cutting leeks.

The Xuantian Sect, a behemoth that had dominated the Southern Wilderness for thousands of years, was forced to the brink of extinction within a single month.

Qin Cang slumped onto the throne, looking at the gloomy sky outside the hall.

He schemed his whole life, plotting against the Qingyun Sect, the Tianmo Sect, and even Murong Hao.

But he never expected that Zheng Yifei, whom he regarded as an ant, would be able to gradually undermine the foundation of the Xuantian Sect by using this method of slowly boiling a frog in water.

There was no direct confrontation, no grand pronouncements.

Only the most ruthless assassinations, the most precise resource cut-offs, and the most lethal inside-outside collaborations.

"Pass on the order..."

Qin Cang's voice seemed to age ten years in an instant, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness: "Abandon all outer defenses and withdraw the rest of the troops back to the inner mountain. Activate the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation and defend the main peak to the death."

He knew that this was the Xuan Tian Sect's last trump card; as long as the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation remained intact, the Heavenly Demon Sect would be unable to break in.

"Sect Master, to activate the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation, we need..."

"Use all the inventory to fill the gap!"

Qin Cang suddenly stood up, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes: "If I can survive this ordeal, I, Qin Cang, swear that I will tear Zheng Yifei and Ye Tianqiong to pieces!"

Within the Xuan Tian Sect's inner mountain, nine enormous golden dragon shadows rose from the ground, transforming into a semi-transparent golden light shield that tightly protected the entire main peak.

On the outskirts of Xuantian Market, atop an abandoned pavilion.

Ye Tianqiong's communication jade slip lit up: "Brother Zheng, Falling Star Valley has been captured. The people of Xuantian Sect have all retreated into their tortoise shells. The Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation has been activated. This formation is extremely sturdy. If we launch a direct attack, many people from the Heavenly Demon Sect will die."

"Let them stay put."

Zheng Yifei said to the jade slip, "You take people to surround the inner mountain and don't let a single bird in. No matter how strong the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation is, it still needs spiritual energy to support it. The Xuan Tian Sect can't even find a single mid-grade spirit stone inside right now. Qin Cang can only use the true essence of cultivators to tough it out."

"You mean, wear them down?"

"No, it takes too long."

Zheng Yifei looked at Su Wanqing, Li Jianfeng and the others behind him: "The spiritual vein center of Xuantian Sect is in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, which is below the spiritual wind eye where Murong Hao underwent his tribulation. The foundation of the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation is located there."

A dangerous glint flashed in Zheng Yifei's eyes: "Qin Cang thought he was safe once the door was closed, but he forgot that we spent forty-nine days in the Spirit Wind Eye, Changsheng. Do you remember the array loops there clearly?"

Wang Changsheng pushed the array plate on his back, revealing a confident smile: "I know it perfectly well. As long as I can sneak into the back mountain, give me half an hour, and I can reverse the flow of spiritual energy in the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Array. At that time, we won't even need to fight; the array will flatten the main peak on its own."

"it is good."

Zheng Yifei drew the long sword from his waist, its blade crackling with purple lightning.

"Let's go to the back mountain and present Grand Master Qin with a grand coronation gift."