Born with immortal seed

Chapter 8 The Bloody Battle of Hanxiu Peak (Part 1)

The winding paths through the rockery and stone forest were originally intended for creating a scenic spot and a place to relax, but the garden of the cultivation family still incorporates some array elements. Although it won't kill enemies, it's quite normal to get lost, go in circles, and turn back.

Bai Zichen and his companion arrived safely near Hanxiu Peak. Instead of rushing out, they waited until everything on the main peak appeared normal and their clansmen were hurrying over before revealing themselves.

If the bandits, thinking they could capture the leader first, head straight for Hanxiu Peak, they would be walking into a trap.

It was clear that the news had been received on Hanxiu Peak, and they were on high alert. Guards conducted thorough checks on everyone before allowing them to enter. The protective array had been activated, with four-colored spiritual light flashing, enveloping the entire mountain peak.

At this point, Bai Zichen finally breathed a sigh of relief, his body soaked and exhausted, and collapsed to the ground.

The Swiftness Talisman's effects wore off, and he felt completely drained, with a deep-seated weakness and soreness in his bones.

"Mother! My mother is still at Qingfeng Cliff, I want to go to Qingfeng Cliff!" The chubby boy fell down, as if he had come to his senses, and with red eyes, he was about to rush outside.

"If you want to die, go ahead and do it. I'll stop you this once. But think carefully about whether you want Aunt Song to sacrifice herself in vain, or whether you want to cultivate diligently in the future to avenge her."

Bai Zichen tripped the chubby man with his foot, coldly said something to him, and then went back to meditating to recover. Having some Qi Refining Level 1 magic power was better than nothing; at least he could escape faster than an ordinary person.

After being scolded, the chubby man stopped acting like he was going to die and slumped to the ground, sobbing silently.

Gradually, more and more clansmen appeared on Hanxiu Peak. Some came after hearing the news, while others, like Bai Zichen, had been chased by the Jie cultivators and escaped here by close range. Their numbers had exceeded seventy, accompanied by three or four hundred mortals.

The main peak itself already had ordinary servants, as well as servants under the names of the clansmen of various peaks, many of whom came to Hanxiu Peak.

Another group of tribesmen rushed over in a panic. They were only a hundred feet away from Hanxiu Peak. Just as they showed their joy at escaping, a black light swept past them, cutting them down like weeds. They lay on the ground groaning in pain.

"How dare you! You dare kill a member of my Bai family!"

With a furious shout, a streak of cyan sword light pierced out and clashed with the black light, but it was quickly overwhelmed after only three or five strikes and retreated back into the formation in a sorry state.

Bai Shoushun staggered back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His beard turned red, and his face turned ashen. It took a while for his complexion to return to its normal rosy color.

"Elder, are you alright?"

"I can't die!"

The First Elder pushed aside two clansmen who tried to help him up, took out a jade bottle, poured out a snow-white pill and swallowed it. "Tell the Second Brother to activate the four elements of the formation simultaneously. Don't be stingy with spirit stones, bring out that box of mid-grade spirit stones hidden in the storeroom!"

"Fourth brother, lead the men to guard several intersections, and have them bring out all the stored talismans. Also, equip the mortal disciples with the ironwood crossbows from the storehouse. If the formation is broken, I will make those demonic brats of the Ghost Spirit Sect pay a bloody price!"

The Grand Elder issued orders one by one, having already prepared for the worst.

Today's situation is arguably the most dangerous in the Bai family's history of hundreds of years. The family's top combat forces are not at home and have been cornered on Hanxiu Peak.

Moreover, their opponents were no ordinary cultivators; they were clearly from the Ghost Spirit Sect, a powerful sect of the demonic path, just a county away, whose strength was comparable to that of the Azure Maple Sect.

For some unknown reason, the Ghost Spirit Sect, risking a major war between the two sects, secretly sent its disciples to infiltrate the Black Mountain Range and launch a thunderous offensive.

The Grand Elder certainly didn't think that the mere Bai family was worth the Ghost Spirit Sect's special attack. It was certain that other cultivation families had also been attacked, and the elite forces of the entire Black Mountain Range had been attracted by the allure of the Five Sacred Mountains True Man's cave, leaving the area at its most vulnerable.

"But if you're going to attack Black Mountain County, you should attack Green Maple Sect first. What good will it do to wipe out our cultivation families?" The Grand Elder said, trying to understand the situation while healing his wounds.

This can only be attributed to the demonic sects, which act erratically and according to their own whims. It's not impossible that they might want to exterminate several cultivation families to demonstrate their infamy.

The person who just fought me was the only one who could have seriously injured me, who was backed by a powerful array and had an inexhaustible supply of magical power, in just three moves. It could only be a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It should be noted that although the Grand Elder has no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, he still possesses the cultivation of a perfect Qi Refining stage cultivator, has abundant magical power, and is aided by a flying sword. He could easily defeat an ordinary late-stage Qi Refining cultivator in a single encounter.

By this time, all the masked black-clad cultivators had revealed themselves, totaling more than thirty people.

In terms of numbers, they were far fewer than the Bai clan, but their average cultivation level was far superior. More importantly, the two formidable enemies that the Grand Elder immediately recognized as unstoppable had become two in number.

"Two Foundation Establishment cultivators... The Ghost Spirit Sect really thinks highly of my Bai family."

The elder felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but he quickly hardened his resolve and ordered his clansmen to go out one by one, while his long sword rested horizontally on his lap.

"The Bai family's legacy must not be broken with my generation!"

Bai Zichen and the mortals formed a team, each given an ironwood crossbow with a small acceleration array drawn on its body. Around them lay boxes of fine steel crossbow bolts, each bolt engraved with piercing runes, scattered on the ground as if they were free.

These specially processed ironwood crossbows and bolts, when used by multiple people in a coordinated, segmented firing pattern, pose a significant threat to cultivators in the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

However, cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage are not so afraid. With their advanced cultivation and abundant magical power, they can easily deflect crossbow bolts with a wave of their hand, and they are generally equipped with defensive magical artifacts. No matter how well crossbow bolts are crafted, they are still ordinary weapons, not of high quality, and no matter how many there are, they cannot break through defensive magical artifacts.

Bai Zichen stood on a high platform, with thick smoke billowing in the distance. Beside him was a group of trembling mortals—even after training, the fear in their bones when facing cultivators was still hard to shake off.

The cultivators were in no better shape. Many members of the Bai family, who had no experience in combat, were terrified and retreated further and further.

This seemingly safe and prosperous clan territory was like a soap bubble, easily burst by this group of thieves.

The famous immortal cultivation clans recorded in the county annals often went through cycles of survival and extinction over hundreds of years, with their lineages broken and their descendants wiped out, perhaps leading to the current situation.

The group of cultivators gathered together, drove array flags into the ground, and then quickly dispersed in a peculiar formation. Before they knew it, the sky over Hanxiu Peak had darkened.

"Why is it suddenly so cold!"

A flower grower next to Bai Zichen shivered as the sky darkened and the temperature in the air dropped significantly.

A series of eerie cries echoed, and specks of phosphorescent light drifted out. At the spot where the Jiexiu cultivators had set up their array flags at the foot of Hanxiu Peak, ferocious ghost heads appeared and charged towards the mountain-protecting array.

The wailing of ghosts, the heavy phosphorescence, and the eerie, gloomy atmosphere made it feel as if one were in the underworld.

"Not good, it's the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!" The First Elder's expression changed, clearly recognizing the opponent's methods. "Second Brother, Four Symbols Transformation, Ascend to Vermilion Bird!"

(End of this chapter)