The Immortal Clan begins with deductive intelligence.

Xu Dayou held the array plate and the soul control tablet in his hands, feeling as if they weighed a ton.

He knew that the clan chief's actions were entrusting the lifeblood of the clan to him.

Xu Changqing waved his hand, said no more, and hurriedly left, returning to the quiet room.

According to the sect's decree, after one month, he must first go to Qinghe Market to meet with the vassal families, and then board the sect's warship to go to the extremely dangerous "Black Wind Pass".

However, the journey is long and arduous, and the warships must stop at a giant market called "Liuyun Immortal City" to resupply.

Liuyun Immortal City, nestled between Qinghe Sword Sect to the south, Luoxia Sect to the north, and Burning Heaven Valley to the east, is one of the key hubs connecting the Southern Swamp to the inland. Merchants gather here, and countless rare treasures abound.

"Since we have the opportunity to stop here, how can we enter a treasure mountain and return empty-handed?"

Xu Changqing raised the corners of his lips slightly and tapped his knuckles lightly on his knee.

The situation on the front lines is unpredictable and volatile; the more resources one has, the better one's chances of survival.

With this thought in mind, Xu Changqing no longer hesitated and his mind entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

His thoughts flowed like a stream into a mirror, and he silently asked himself:

"Based on my current cultivation level, during my stopover at Flowing Cloud Immortal City, is there any opportunity that could help me survive and kill enemies at Black Wind Pass without causing any lasting harm?"

The moment this question was posed, the previously silent fog suddenly boiled over like a cauldron.

Golden light struggled and darted through the depths of the fog, painstakingly outlining the scene.

This simulation involves a large city in a different location, with many complex variables, so it will likely take a considerable amount of time.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the swirling mist finally began to subside, and several lines of vigorous ancient seal script slowly emerged on the mirror surface.

[Deduction begins]

[Deduction Item: The chance to survive in Flowing Cloud Immortal City.]

[Time required: 10 days.]

"Ten days..."

There are still more than ten days before boarding, so it's still possible to make it in time.

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Qinghe Sword Sect, Enforcement Peak.

Xu Xiwen was carrying a wooden bucket stained with dark red dirt, and holding a rough piece of burlap in his hand. He was kneeling on the ground, wiping away the bloodstains left in the cracks of the stone steps.

Having spent a long time on this Law Enforcement Peak, I've become accustomed to seeing those once high and mighty senior brothers and sisters weeping and making a fool of themselves under torture.

His reverence for the immortal sects was gradually eroding.

"They are all mortal beings; one lash and their skin will be torn and their flesh torn. There's no difference."

He silently recited the mantra, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and was about to get up to change the water.

On the mountain path, Zhao Yichuan was seen hurrying along with a furrowed brow.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

Xu Xiwen quickly put down the wooden bucket, wiped his blood-stained hands haphazardly on the hem of his clothes, and bowed respectfully.

"Um."

Zhao Yichuan paused slightly, gave a perfunctory reply, and hurriedly passed by Xu Xiwen, heading straight for the summit.

Xu Xiwen stood there, stunned.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Zhao?"

He was puzzled.

In his memory, this senior brother had always remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, and had never shown such a thoughtful expression before.

Xu Xiwen stared at the figure disappearing into the depths of the mountain gate, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head and squatted down again.

How could a mere outer disciple like him possibly fathom the thoughts of such an important figure?

At the summit of law enforcement, clouds and mist shrouded the area.

Inside the Songfeng Pavilion, a censer of sandalwood incense burns quietly.

Elder Li sat cross-legged under the ancient pine tree, holding a black chess piece in his hand, deep in thought as he faced the unfinished game on the stone table.

"Disciple Yichuan greets Master."

Zhao Yichuan stopped three feet outside the pavilion and bowed in greeting.

"No need."

Elder Li didn't even raise his eyes as the black piece fell onto the board with a crisp, clear sound.

"You never come here without a reason, yet today you're all sharp and unyielding. Is something weighing on your mind?"

Zhao Yichuan straightened up, stepped forward, his gaze intense, and spoke frankly: "Master, in the past few days, I have been reading through the sect's nearly five hundred years of battle formation manuals and secret realm records, and I have discovered a strange matter."

"speak."

"The sects all say that the opening time of the 'Blood Abyss Secret Realm' is unpredictable and depends entirely on the timing of the heavens. However, I have discovered by chance that every time the secret realm appears, a bloody battle breaks out at the Demon Slaying Dike, after which six or seven out of ten vassal families and low-level rogue cultivators are killed or wounded!"

Zhao Yichuan frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of undisguised confusion.

"May I ask, Master, does the opening of this Blood Abyss Secret Realm require the sacrifice of the essence and souls of countless cultivators and demonic beasts? Is the so-called urgent situation at the front and the widespread mobilization orders truly for the protection of the sect's waters, or... to add fuel to the fire for breaking the seal on this secret realm?"

Elder Li flicked his sleeve, raised his head, his eyes calm and undisturbed, and quietly glanced at his most prized disciple.

"Since you already have the answer in your heart, why bother asking me again?"

"..."

Zhao Yichuan received a reply and remained silent for a moment.

But once you're in the game, you have to abide by the rules.

With the talent of five spiritual roots, he struggled all the way, experiencing countless near-death experiences before finally reaching the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Countless rogue cultivators and demonic beasts have died by his sword. Having experienced the ways of the world, he is no longer a hot-blooded youth who sees things in black and white.

The Great Dao is ruthless. The Qinghe Sword Sect has been able to suppress the vast waters for hundreds of years, and it has never relied on any kind of compassion.

Elder Li picked up the hot tea on the table and took a small sip.

"I know you have a noble heart, but it's not that sects treat human lives as worthless; it's just the predetermined fate of the universe."

"If the Demon-Slaying Dike breaks, the Southern Swamp will be devastated. We must use our blood and flesh to stop the enemy, and then gather the battlefield's malevolent energy and essence to break through the seal of the secret realm. We can then take the rare and precious materials within to nourish our sect, so that the flame can be passed down and never die out."

The sect did not deliberately conceal the matter of the secret realm; they simply did not speak of it openly.

"Disciple understands."

Zhao Yichuan lowered his head and his tone returned to calm.

"Heaven takes from the excess and gives to the deficient. The demon race in the Great Swamp has multiplied without restraint, and the vassal families below it have also grown wildly like spring grass. By taking advantage of the demon tide to weaken their wings, and then using blood energy to break the restrictions of the secret realm, they take the creation of heaven and earth to nourish the true teachings of their sect. This is a blatant scheme."

"It's good that you understand."

Elder Li saw that Zhao Yichuan's Dao heart had not been affected, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"You have been honing your skills at the ninth level of Qi Refining for a long time, with a solid foundation and excellent temperament, but you have yet to reach the Foundation Establishment stage. All you lack is that one crucial opportunity to achieve it."

"This Blood Abyss Secret Realm might be your opportunity to build your foundation."

Elder Li took out a heavy black iron token from his sleeve, flicked his finger, and the token turned into a streak of black light, stopping steadily in front of Zhao Yichuan.

"Since you want to enter the secret realm, you need to accumulate sect contribution points first. Take some time in the next two months to go to the front line and serve as a war supervisor."

"Go to the front line and keep an eye on those vassal families who have been conscripted. In the face of the demon tide, any who dare to desert or cower in fear shall be executed on the spot by this order of command. Do not let them ruin our great cause."

Zhao Yichuan reached out and grasped the icy, bone-chilling black iron token, feeling the chilling killing intent emanating from it. He took a deep breath and bowed in agreement.

"Disciple obeys."

"Go and hand over your mundane duties."

Elder Li waved his hand, picked up the chess piece again, and said no more.

Zhao Yichuan bowed and took his leave.

A mountain breeze swept over him, making his robes flutter loudly.

He gazed at the distant, rolling mountains, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"So be it, it's all fate."

Zhao Yichuan put away the command arrow, transformed into a streak of light, and sped down the mountain.

Chaos is approaching, and no one can remain unaffected.