Chapter 110: The Confrontation

Inside the Taoist temple, Ying Jingsong seemed to have already entered a meditative state, while the disciples behind him grew increasingly restless.

“Weren’t we supposed to exterminate demons?”

“Why have we been here so long and haven’t moved yet?”

Outside, after a long and tedious discussion, Huo Jingyan entered with a scowl.

“Damn vermin! It infuriates me!”

No one had ever seen the usually composed Director of External Affairs so angry.

Ying Jingsong opened his eyes and asked calmly, “Is there a plan yet?”

Huo Jingyan nodded, his expression gradually settling. “The Blood God Sect has no intention of altering the mountain’s appearance. They’ve retained the original layout of the Western Kunlun Sect’s palaces and pavilions. The highest peak, Kunlun Summit, is shrouded in blood clouds and is likely the residence of the Blood God’s heir. Whether it’s still called the Moyun Palace, we’re unsure.

“Centered on Kunlun Summit, numerous demon palaces form concentric rings of defense. The further down you go, the lower the cultivation and rank. Western Kunlun faces northwest at its head and southeast at its tail. We’re currently at the southeast entrance, beyond which lies Western Shu. The northwest end of the range extends deep into the Western Sea’s interior, bordering the snowy regions and northern borderlands, territories dominated by the Ice and Snow Palace and the Longevity Sect of the Northern Faction Demon Cult.

“Therefore, the Blood God Sect’s defenses must be concentrated mainly on the southeast side. Their outermost minor demon forces are only two or three li away from here, watching us right now. The foot of the mountain is over a hundred li from Kunlun Summit. Their blood cloud formation can’t possibly cover all of Western Kunlun; that would weaken its power. According to our agreement, we’ll ascend from the southern slope, first locating the boundary and weaknesses of their mountain protection formation, and investigate the origin of this new Blood God Sect cultivation method.

“There are nineteen sects participating. Among the Taoist sects, we have Yuzhang’s Sanqing Mountain, Longhu Mountain, Western Shu’s Emei Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, Jingchu’s Wudang Mountain, Longyou’s Kongtong Mountain, Longnan’s Zhongnan Mountain; among the Buddhist sects, Jinyuan’s Wutai Mountain and Lingyun Mountain in Shu; and from the Sword Sect, the Tianshan Sword Sect from the northern borderlands. These ten each form independent teams to ascend the mountain. The remaining forces split into two groups, totaling twelve teams and eight hundred people. Most come from Sanqing Mountain and Emei Mountain. Longhu Mountain sent only four disciples—no one knows why they insisted on coming without their junior sect members!”

As Huo Jingyan spoke, his anger flared anew.

“Have the ascent routes been decided?”

Ying Jingsong asked coolly.

“Yes. We plan to use the southeast entrance and east slope as feints, with the west slope as the main attack front. The longest debate was over this. Many opposed the feint, seeing it as giving the enemy a chance to prepare.

“I took command and prioritized the east slope—it’s spacious, forcing the demons to disperse their forces, and many small hills shield the area, limiting their visibility, which favors us.”

Ying Jingsong nodded. “In great battles, situations shift rapidly. There’s no strict division between main and feint attacks. If one front falters and another gains advantage, that front naturally becomes the main assault.”

Huo Jingyan agreed. “That’s exactly my thinking. That’s why I took the feint zone first—to choose the best position.”

Ying Jingsong immediately began making arrangements. He told the disciples, “Each mountain must send at least one person. Shuji Mountain and White Tiger Mountain can send more. Form your groups. Use this opportunity to familiarize yourselves with other sects’ teachings. Don’t just focus on your own patch of land. Broaden your horizons. As the saying goes, ‘Among three people, there is always one who can teach me.’ The Ten Thousand Methods Sect emphasizes mutual reference among all methods. Understand?”

The disciples responded with a chorus of agreement.

“Those who have formed teams, select a leader and report to me. After registration, you will depart immediately.”

The disciples moved swiftly. The six friends from Huangshan naturally gathered quickly, calling on friends from other mountains to join, forming teams.

Besides these six, there were:

- Xiao Miaoyu from Moyashan, summoned by Xu Jishen. A second-stage cultivator skilled in talisman arts, born Xiao Shizhong, ranked third on the Southern Dipper Qi-Eating list, once a prodigy with exceptional talent and direct disciple.

- Zhu Jianrong from Danxia Mountain, who had just distributed pills to everyone, summoned by Feng Jihu. A second-stage cultivator specializing in alchemy. Feng Jihu excels in using herbs, while Zhu is adept at using metals and stones in pill refining, also a direct disciple.

- Yu Miaoyin from Shuji Mountain, summoned by Cheng Xinzhang. A second-stage cultivator practicing Thunder Sound Dao. Also known as Yu Jinhuang, once ranked sixth on the Qi-Eating list before Cheng Xinzhang’s ascension, with a hundred breaths of Qi, a direct disciple.

- Zeng Jinian from Toujian Mountain, also summoned by Cheng Xinzhang. A practitioner of flying sword technique, known as Zeng Heling, ranked fourth on the Qi-Eating list with two breaths of Qi, a direct disciple.

- Huang Miao Luo from Mingjing Stone Forest, summoned by Zeng Jinian. A rare female cultivator of the Kun path in sword body technique, ranked fourth on the Qi-Eating list with thirty breaths of Qi, a direct disciple.

No representatives came from Shouyin Mountain, Ni Mountain, Mengmeng Mountain, Chenglu Valley, and other branches with fewer disciples or lesser prowess in combat arts.

The eleven naturally elected Xiao Miaoyu as captain, being the highest in cultivation and the most senior.

Huo Jingyan handled relations with the other sects, while Ying Jingsong oversaw the disciples’ training. Seeing Xiao Miaoyu approach first, he asked him to register.

Once Xiao Miaoyu finished listing the eleven names, Ying Jingsong recognized many as treasured disciples from various mountains, including Zeng Jinian from his own sword school. After noting the names, he said,

“If you all travel together, I will assign you to the front lines, the most dangerous positions. Any objections?”

Xiao Miaoyu shook his head.

“You are the highest in cultivation and must watch over your comrades, especially since there is a significant gap in levels. You have ingested Gangsha pills; Xinzhang has only completed two palaces. Everyone else focuses on different teachings. Whether attacking or defending, you must understand where our weaknesses lie.”

“Disciples will remember.”

Huo Jingyan handed over a jade token. “This is a map of Western Kunlun, though it is from long ago, back when the Western Kunlun Sect still existed. Use it as a reference and be cautious.”

Xiao Miaoyu bowed to his two masters, then led the group away.

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The northwest highlands howled with biting wind and heavy snow like sheets of white. The Zhelong Path on the eastern slope of Western Kunlu wound through massive rocks and ravines, twisting sharply like a coiling dragon.

Many hills and boulders blocked the way, limiting visibility, and the snowstorm further obscured the view, so those on the mountain could not see clearly below.

The group ascended the Zhelong Path through the blizzard.

Xiao Miaoyu led the front; Sun Miaoshu brought up the rear; Yu Miaoyin guarded the left flank; Huang Miao Luo the right. The four with the “Miao” names surrounded the others in the middle.

Wang Miaoyuan raised four small banners overhead, forming a formation that emitted a faint glow, enveloping the group and making them seemingly vanish from sight to outsiders.

Zhu Jianmo sent his puppets in all directions, but in this environment, the white dog had a natural advantage, leading the way at the front to scout.

Huang Miao Luo carried a yellow-sheathed precious sword at Cheng Xinzhang’s right side. Watching the white dog disappear into the snow, she smiled.

“Xinzhang is thoughtful, bringing such a spirit beast.”

Huang Miao Luo was quite interested in Cheng Xinzhang. She had purchased and studied the illusion pearl left as a memento from the Pearl Tower’s sword duel event. Though young and not highly ranked in cultivation, his swordsmanship was truly outstanding. Unfortunately, she was in seclusion that day and missed the grand event.

Cheng Xinzhang smiled. “Knowing we face the Blood Demons, I deliberately brought it along.”

“Has Xinzhang been to our Stone Forest? I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Only a few times.”

Huang Miao Luo was curious. “Where did you learn your body sword technique then?”

Cheng Xinzhang explained, “A few years ago, during my travels, I learned some sword and footwork techniques at the Qinglong Cave in Miaojiang. Later, I studied sword manuals and the stepping and fighting techniques on my own. That’s how I entered the body sword path, though it’s not yet systematic. The Fairy Maiden would probably laugh at me.”

Huang Miao Luo was surprised. Could someone achieve such a level through self-study alone?

Cheng Xinzhang seized the moment. “I might trouble the Stone Forest for guidance later. I need to study well.”

Having trained in Toujian Mountain’s methods for a year, his flying sword and magic sword techniques had taken shape. Applying analogous principles, his body sword had improved greatly. But to advance further, the Stone Forest was indispensable.

The Kun path cultivator smiled, nodding. Everyone in the sect knew Master Zeng had specially instructed Shuji, Toujian, and White Tiger Mountains to regard this person as a true disciple. If he wished to study in the Stone Forest, it would be but a word away.

At that moment, Cheng Xinzhang’s expression changed suddenly. A voice whispered in his ear—only he could hear it.

The “Wind Communication Talisman Secret” records a spell named “Wind Messenger’s Perception,” which allows words to be transmitted by wind. Deng’er, who can command the wind, had been taught this spell explicitly.

Deng’er was warning him: “Someone ahead. Be careful.”

Xiao Miaoyu at the front suddenly spoke. He had seen it too.

“How many?”

“From my mental probe, there’s a stone cave at the bend ahead, likely guarding this path. One person stands at the entrance; several are inside, unknown how many.”

“I’ll check.”

Zhu Jianmo controlled several puppet spiders to sneak behind the cave and search for any gaps.

Soon, a smile appeared on his face. “Seven people inside!”

“Bad! They’ve discovered the puppets!”

His expression instantly turned to alarm as his connection with the puppets was severed.

At the same time, several streaks of bloodlight rose ahead, accompanied by a voice:

“Who dares spy?!”

Looking closely, the bloodlight came from floating blood orbs, with eight figures controlling them as they scouted the area.

Xiao Miaoyu fixed his gaze on the blood orb glowing brightest in the center and quickly said, “The magical power indicates a second-stage cultivator. Miaoyin and I will step out first to test them. You all stay here, conceal yourselves with formations. If their strength is inferior, surround them from all sides; don’t let any escape. If they’re stronger, we’ll retreat, and you’ll strike unexpectedly during our withdrawal.”

Everyone nodded.

Xiao Miaoyu and Yu Miaoyin stepped forward, stealthily advancing a hundred zhang before leaping into the air.

“Demonic path!”

Yu Miaoyin shouted, his voice shaking the wilderness. Snow cascaded down like a snowy river. To an ordinary person, this would be catastrophic, but to cultivators, it was nothing.

His shout was not to cause an avalanche but to unleash a thunder sound spell that instantly immobilized several demons, forcing them to stagger and fall several feet before regaining their footing.

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