NOVPUB"Fifty riders?"
Chu Shixiong couldn't help but ask, "Where are they going to strike?"
"Wherever there are people, we will strike."
Chen Sansi instructed.
"Understood."
Chu Shixiong nodded. For their Hongze Camp, if originally eight hundred scouts from Huqiu Mountain could assault a camp, nothing was impossible.
That night.
Chen Sansi was still focused on cultivation.
It wasn't until dawn broke that he led fifty-some riders, quietly leaving the city walls, heading straight for the nearest West Qi Army camp.
...
At the Guan Du Region.
An expanse of flat lands stretched before them.
The enemy and us used the hundreds of miles of 'Guan Du' plains as a boundary, each stationed behind the cities to the rear, but on the plains, there were also some vanguard troops on the alert, and out of importance, West Qi left a Martial Saint and a late-stage Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator within just the vanguard forces.
Jinyun, over ninety years old, was a Loose Cultivator carrying out the mission at Luoye Valley, with a young man next to him.
"Master, your tea."
The young man brought a cup of tea, where the tea leaves swam like an Azure Dragon, radiating spirit light, and said with a cheeky grin, "I won this in a bet with Mr. Li. Drink without worries."
His master was a tea aficionado, but in their hurried departure, they hadn't brought any tea leaves, and the mundane tea was too rough for his tastes.
"You little rascal, slick and sly all day, be careful or you'll end up suffering one day."
Though Jinyun scolded him with words, he couldn't hide the relief in his eyes.
A cultivator from a declined family who fell to being a Loose Cultivator, he considered himself quite fortunate to have an heir to his Dao at the time of his imminent death.
"Kid,"
Jinyun took a sip of tea, set down his cup, and earnestly advised, "Once this battle is over, the Foundation Establishment Pill will be at hand. When that happens, I will pretend to take it, fail at Foundation Establishment, and die. You must take the Foundation Establishment Pill and flee thousands of miles away. Never show your face again, or the pill could instead bring you a fatal disaster."
"Master..."
The young man, unable to bear it, said, "Otherwise, why don't you take the Foundation Establishment Pill, Master? I'm still young. I can find a way to get another one in the future."
"I'm already eighty-eight years old. On the surface, a Qi Refining cultivator lives up to one hundred twenty years, but in reality, if one does not establish their foundation before sixty, their Qi-Blood and meridians will decline, and hopes will grow dim with each passing year. Even if I take the Foundation Establishment Pill, the chance to establish the foundation is at most a mere one percent. Let's not waste it."
Jinyun shook his head, speaking with a heavy heart, "You must know, if it weren't for the emergence of the Ancestor Vein in the Eastern Continent, it would have been extremely difficult for us Loose Cultivators to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill, akin to climbing to heaven. You must seize this opportunity and not speak nonsense."
"Master, I understand..."
The young man's eyes reddened.
He, originally a common man, had stumbled upon his master by chance and been set on the Immortal Path.
While cultivators of the same realm were still fighting to the death over a few elixir pills, his master had already planned how to get him a Foundation Establishment Pill.
During the conversation between master and disciple.
Suddenly, a commotion arose outside.
"Jinyun, the Immortal Master!"
"This is bad!"
"There's an enemy attack!"
"..."
...
Outside the Vanguard Camp.
Martial Saint Chai Zuoyuan of West Qi mounted his horse and hastily arrived at the camp gates, "What's going on?!"
"General Chai, there's an enemy raid!"
"How many people?"
"Fifty, fifty people."
"Fifty? Are you sure they're not scouts?"
"General Chai, they're charging towards the camp!"
"What?!"
Before Chai Zuoyuan could make arrangements, he saw a cloud of dust kicked up by galloping hooves more than a mile away, where the leader rode a horse and, donned in a white robe buffeted by the Gale, held a pitch-black Big Bow.
Chen Sansi!
"Whiz—"
The fifty men were still six to seven hundred steps away, yet an arrow had already been shot out, far exceeding the range of a common arrow.
Chai Zuoyuan had long heard of his archery and dared not attempt a catch; taking advantage of the distance, he leaped off his horse, his martial arts skills bursting forth to their limits. He turned into a streak of afterimage, dashing madly a hundred or more steps to the left in an instant, then breathed a slight sigh of relief.
However...
When he stopped, he realized that sense of "War Intent" was still following him, never having vanished.
Looking back.
He saw the Arrow only twenty paces away, carrying rolling Black Evil; amidst surging True Qi, it spread its wings like a black phoenix thundering towards him.
Impossible to dodge?!
In great shock, General Chai drew his sword, bracing himself to block it.
"Boom!"
The soldiers nearby only heard a thunderous roar.
Then they saw their General lying on the ground, bleeding from the seven apertures and barely clinging to life, his face rapidly blackening in the presence of the Evil Qi and serpent poison, soon dying without a sound.
"Kill—"
At the same time.
Chen Sansi led the fifty riders into the camp, beginning a frenzied onslaught.
The Vanguard Camp plunged into chaos.
[Unrivaled]!
After Chen Sansi successively killed over a hundred men, his weapon changed from the Black Snake Bow to the Longdan Bright Silver Spear. Amidst the slaughter of flesh and blood, his War Intent piled up layer upon layer.
The Vanguard Camp consisted of about ten thousand people.
After slaying seven to eight hundred from the Enemy Army, Chu Shixiong and the others began to set fires in all directions. The front half of the Vanguard Camp became engulfed in raging flames.
At the same time.
A late-stage Qi Refining Cultivator rode an Immortal crane, holding a horsetail whisk. High in the sky, he appeared just like an Immortal from legends.
"Chen Sansi?!"
Naturally, Jinyun recognized the man in the White Robe. He stroked his beard with one hand and coldly said, "Without a Cultivator by your side, you actually dare to come knocking. Well, good. Kill you, and it all ends."
Before his words fell.
He had already begun Sealing with both hands. The white crane beneath him let out a shrill cry, opened its beak to absorb the incoming Mana, then astonishingly transformed the Mana into strafes of golden Sword Qi blasts.
