Chapter 150 : Reinforce Celestial Ruins Mountain

Without a Golden Core demon king to command them, should the battle turn into a protracted struggle, the beast horde would collapse on its own long before the human forces were defeated.

The Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) knew full well it would be difficult to control low-level demonic beasts for long. Unwilling to get bogged down in a protracted battle, it decisively split its forces and led them on a swift 1000-li strike towards Feng Prefecture.

In this way, bypassing Yuyang Market which gathered half of Bianzhou's military strength, attacking Fengyang Trading Post (Location) would be far easier.

Although Fengyang Trading Post (Location) possessed a third-grade spirit vein, nearly all of its reserve spirit stones had been allocated to Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) and Yuyang Market.

Without a reserve of spirit stones, relying solely on the spiritual energy of a low-grade third-tier spirit vein, its defensive strength paled in comparison to the Yuyang Market, which was stocked with 100,000 spirit stones.

Moreover, there was only a single Eldrin (Person Name) as the Purple Mansion Ancestor here, and the number of cultivators amounted to merely 70 or 80 percent of those in Yuyang Market.

It could be said that had it not been for the Chen family's unexpectedly formidable combat strength, the Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) would likely have succeeded. With the human forces caught between 2 fronts and their morale thrown into disarray, it might well have triggered a catastrophic collapse.

Provided that the demon beast army outside Yuyang Market could hold off Yu County, preventing the main forces from Bianzhou from sending reinforcements.

Unfortunately, it had thoroughly assessed the combat prowess of the human Golden Core realm, yet never anticipated that the Chen Clan would produce 2 Foundation Establishment cultivators with Golden Core-level combat strength.

Little did they expect that Eldrin (Person Name) possessed such astonishing combat talent. Today, he single-handedly shattered the demon beast army beyond the Yu Yang Market, and this grave miscalculation became the very root of their defeat.

However, this crushing defeat of the demon race did not signify the end of the beast tide. On the contrary, the true core battlefield remained locked in arduous and bitter warfare.

The beast tide calamity was no single sect's burden. Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) had now endured over half a year of demonic beast siege, completely depleting the spiritual liquid within its sacred pools.

Currently, Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) was sustained entirely by its reserve of several 100 1000 spirit stones. The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) had laid siege without launching a full assault, continuously deploying small forces to steadily drain the spiritual energy of Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location).

If this continues, even if we manage to hold out, the spirit stones consumed would ultimately cripple the major families of Border Province.

However, Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) was far too crucial. If they failed to hold it, allowing the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) to march its army into Border Province, the entire region would be exposed to the ravages of demonic beasts. Countless immortals would then fall as prey, devoured by the monstrous hordes.

"Providing support is indeed worth considering, but we cannot launch an assault recklessly."

"First, we must ascertain the true strength of the demonic tribes," Eldrin remarked, his expression growing solemn.

Hearing this, all eyes turned to Xavier, the Purple Mansion Ancestor who had long been confined to Fengyang Trading Post and maintained continuous contact with Celestial Ruins Mountain.

Xavier nodded and said, "Just 2 days ago, I inquired with Patriarch Jiang about the extent of forces surrounding the Celestial Python Demon King."

"Grand Elder Jiang's implication aligns closely with our initial projections."

"Almost identical." Elder Yang's expression shifted slightly before he spoke, "That makes 20-5 Purple Mansion realm demon beasts."

Hearing this, everyone had a rough idea of the situation.

The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) reigned over a domain spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, commanding 6 tribes of Zifu-level demon beasts: the 6-Winged Golden Butterfly, Azure Flame Fox, Golden-Horned Savage Bull, Thunder Roc, and the Direwolf Clan.

In addition, the Celestial Python Lake (Location) was home to the Celestial Python tribe, with the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) commanding over 30 Zi Palace demon beasts at its peak.

It was just over 30 years ago when Lyra single-handedly slew both a Purple Palace Demon Roc and a Violet Mansion Thunder Roc in 1 battle, significantly diminishing their strength.

Moreover, over the past 100 years, Lyra (Person Name) had slain 7 or 8 Zifu-level demonic beasts, in addition to those that had perished from depleted lifespans. As a result, the strength of the Celestial Python Lake (Location) lineage had actually diminished considerably compared to a century ago.

Thus, when the time for battle arrived, after repeated investigations, the cultivators of Border Province concluded that under the command of the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) were 20-5 Purple Mansion realm demonic beings.

At the onset of this beast tide, the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) launched a ferocious assault on the Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) defensive formations. Seizing the opportunity, Lyra (Person Name) utilized a fourth-tier formation to slay 4 Purple Mansion demon beasts.

In the battle at Yuyang Market, the group had slain 3. Now, in the clash at Fengyang Trading Post (Location), they had eliminated another 5. Combined, they had felled a total of 12 Purple Mansion demon beasts. This meant only 13 Purple Mansion demon beasts likely remained by the side of the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast).

"There shouldn't be a dozen or so."

Old Ancestor Yang shook his head and said, "The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) commands vast territories and resources. He would never leave the Celestial Python Lake (Location) unguarded."

"Otherwise, if some powerful Purple Mansion cultivator were to set up a fourth-level killing array in its lair, wouldn't it be rendered homeless?"

"Thus, at least 5 or 6 Purple Mansion beasts will remain within Celestial Python Lake."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

Xu Daoyuan couldn’t help but beam with joy, yet still blurted out, “So that means only 7 or 8 Zifu-level demon beasts remain by the Celestial Python Demon King’s side.”

"Then we have every chance to join forces with Patriarch Jiang and drive them back together."

"It's certainly worth a try."

Xavier also nodded in agreement, pondering for a moment before adding, "With the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror in our possession, we should first consult with Patriarch Jiang before making any decisions."

With their minds made up, the group proceeded to the spirit pool within Fengyang Trading Post (Location) and activated the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure).

The treasured mirror drew power from the spiritual vein, and arrays of mystical patterns instantly illuminated. Through the haze, 1 could glimpse the vista of another realm entirely.

Across the treasure mirror, a woman opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through.

Xavier gazed at the man and said with a faint smile, "Young Friend Liu, I wonder if Ancestor Jiang is currently present."

The person opposite was none other than Liu Rumeng, disciple of Lyra (Person Name). Casting a glance at the crowd reflected in the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure), she rose gracefully and gave a slight nod before speaking.

"Please wait a moment, everyone."

Only a short while later, Lyra appeared on the other side of the mirror.

She was clad in a snow-white gown, her brows and eyes still carrying an untempered sharpness of killing intent—clearly having just returned from the fray of battle.

Through the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure), his eyes first glanced at Eldrin (Person Name) before he spoke.

"How is the situation?"

During these days, she had been communicating with everyone through the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure) and knew full well that today marked a crucial battle in their plans.

Seeing that everyone was unharmed, she knew the battle was likely won, so her immediate question was about the outcome.

After all, repelling the Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) and slaying it were achievements of entirely different magnitudes—the gap between them was immense.

"This battle has ended in a resounding victory."

Patriarch Yang began to speak, reporting the spoils gained from this battle and the contributions of each individual present, while also informing Lyra (Person Name) of everyone's intentions.

After hearing this, Lyra (Person Name) also smiled and said, "Since our great victory in this battle, we have slain 12 Purple Mansion demon beasts. Over half of the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast)'s Purple Mansion demon beasts have been killed or wounded."

"With losses this immense, once word reaches Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location), the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) will most likely withdraw his troops immediately."

"However, we must press our advantage. While the Celestial Python Demon King's power is greatly diminished, we should further weaken their strength. This will significantly reduce the pressure we face from the demon race next time."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled across the snowy plains, whipping fine ice crystals into a shimmering dance. A lone figure trudged through the knee-deep snow, his black robes stark against the endless white. Lin Feng (Person Name) clenched his chapped lips, his breath forming pale clouds in the frigid air. "Just a little further," he muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously brushing against the worn spatial pouch at his waist. Within it lay his entire fortune—a mere 1,200 spirit stones and 3 Foundation Establishment Pills (Elixir). Suddenly, a brilliant streak of crimson light tore across the gray sky, followed by a deafening roar that shook the very earth. Lin Feng's eyes widened as he sensed the terrifying spiritual pressure descending from above. "An expert at the Nascent Soul stage!" he gasped, immediately dropping to the ground and concealing his aura. The crimson light crashed into a distant mountain peak, sending boulders and snow tumbling down the slopes. When the dust settled, a magnificent sword stood embedded in the ice, its blade glowing with fiery runes. Lin Feng recognized it immediately—the legendary Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). For thousands of years, countless cultivators had sought this legendary artifact, yet it had chosen to reveal itself here, in this desolate wasteland. Lin Feng's heart raced. This was both an unprecedented opportunity and unimaginable danger. Dozens of powerful auras were already converging on the location from all directions. He had to make a choice—retreat and preserve his life, or advance and seize this heaven-sent chance. Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng made his decision. His cultivation had stagnated at the ninth level of Qi Refinement for nearly a decade. If he didn't risk everything now, he would remain a mediocre outer sect disciple for the rest of his life. "Fortune favors the bold," he whispered, recalling the ancient proverb. Channeling his spiritual energy, he began weaving hand seals to cast the basic Concealment Technique he had practiced countless times. His figure blurred, merging with the swirling snow as he advanced toward the fallen treasure. But before he could take more than 20-some steps, a cold voice echoed behind him. "Did you really think a mere Qi Refinement ant could steal a divine artifact right under our noses?" Lin Feng froze, his blood running colder than the icy wind. Slowly, he turned to face the speaker, his mind racing to find a way out of this deadly situation.