I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 158

The cold wind howled, and the woodland was silent.

Everyone eagerly awaited Xue Xiang's explanation of the circumstances surrounding the encounter.

"Just follow me, and everything will become clear in an hour."

Xue Xiang looked up at the distant mountains. "Brother Dong, I entered using a boundary marker, but the head steward said that the boundary marker is only a one-way ticket. I don't know how to get out."

Dong Xiaoping stroked his beard and smiled, "That's easy."

There are two paths to take. One is to travel south without spending any money, cross the Death Sands, and then pass through the Eternal Night Forest, which will allow you to escape the Demonic Land.

This path, however, is fraught with peril, and is difficult for ordinary people to traverse.

The second option is to enter the Red House. That's an officially designated teleportation area, which will open in twelve days.

I heard there will be seven red houses; if you find one of them, you can escape safely.

"In that case, let's take a break and wait for good things to happen."

Xue Xiang sat down on the spot.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Dong Xiaoping said, "Gentlemen, since Young Master Han is so certain, why don't we wait a little longer?"

Xue Xiang's carefully crafted image as a noble young master had taken effect, and everyone was eager to see what good things would happen in an hour.

Before half an hour had passed, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out.

Dong Xiaoping exclaimed in alarm, "Enemy attack! Gentlemen, join forces!"

This is the warning sound emitted by the sentry he set up.

Everyone sprang into action, quickly forming a protective array, with Xue Xiang enveloped in the center.

Before long, a group of ten people rushed in.

Half of them were no less imposing than Wen Xiang, and two of them even had a more imposing presence than Wen Xiang.

In the center was a tall, thin young man with a cold and sinister aura. With a wave of his hand, the flying team hovered directly in front of everyone.

The young man, dressed in fine clothes and wearing a magnificent crown, was handsome, but his eyes held an undisguised contempt. "I don't care where you're from, don't go south. If you do, something unspeakable might happen. Don't say I didn't warn you."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips, and a ray of light shot out, striking the rocks.

With a deafening roar, the boulder, over ten feet in size, shattered, sending stone fragments flying everywhere.

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve and swept over the heads of the crowd.

He had barely gone far when everyone was enraged.

"This thief is extremely arrogant."

"With several Core Formation cultivators accompanying him, they must be noble people from some family."

“The current member of the imperial family, Prince Wei Ruyi.”

Xue Xiang immediately revealed the man's background.

He recognized Wei Ruyi at a glance.

With a nephew and aunt, and the desire to steal her away, it's hard not to leave a deep impression.

"No wonder, he's a member of the imperial family. I've heard he's very likely to inherit the title of Prince Yong."

"Fortunately, I didn't get into a conflict with this person just now."

"We're here to collect treasures, not to fight. So just bear with it."

"..."

Xue Xiang said coldly, "So what if he's a young prince? Let alone inheriting the title of Yong'an, what if he inherits the throne?"

"Ignore those unreasonable and vulgar people."

Dong Xiaoping smiled obsequiously, "What you say is absolutely right, young master... but... you can scold us, but we cannot."

In today's world, Confucian scholars hold sway. What does it matter if they criticize members of the imperial family? If word gets out, they will only be seen as having integrity, which can be considered a beautiful story.

No one else would dare to break this taboo.

"Alright, everyone, please rest for a while. The opportunity will come soon."

Xue Xiang sat cross-legged and began to silently calculate.

Wei Ruyi's sudden appearance made him sense danger.

He wasn't worried about himself, but about Princess Yong.

But right now, he can barely protect himself and has no energy left to care about others.

He flicked his fingers lightly, as if to flick away this unrealistic thought.

After waiting for half a cup of tea, Xue Xiang calculated that it was almost time, so he secretly flicked the little cutie's round and plump bottom.

Before long, the little cutie started rolling around inside his sleeve.

Xue Xiang stood up. "Gentlemen, it's almost time. I'm about to perform the ritual. Does anyone have a concealment formation?"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what Xue Xiang was up to.

"I have."

The Qin soldiers shouted loudly.

Xue Xiang pointed to the open space in front of him and set up a concealment array. I went inside to cast a spell, and something good would happen in a short while.

Qin Bing hesitated for a moment, but still did as instructed.

He took out four bronze array flags, waved his hand, and planted the four flags in the open space in front of him.

As a spirit stone was scattered, the array flag was activated, and a three-zhang-square open space disappeared, becoming nothingness.

Xue Xiang strode into the formation, his figure disappearing into nothingness.

He sat cross-legged and chanted loudly. Suddenly, a spiritual light emanated from the concealing formation.

The crowd could not see what was inside the concealing formation, but they could see spiritual light gushing out.

And this flash of inspiration lasted only a moment before disappearing without a trace.

Half a cup of tea's time has passed.

The wind was still blowing, the trees were still swaying, and the fields were empty and still.

Gradually, everyone's patience wore thin, their smiles vanished, and anger appeared. Wen Xiang snorted coldly, about to lash out.

Suddenly a shout was heard: "Look! A monster!"

From the southwest, the sound of breaking branches and leaves suddenly arose, and in an instant, a monster pounced out from the shadows.

Its body was covered with uneven, bluish-green hard armor, from which rotten black liquid oozed from the cracks in the armor plates. Its limbs were extremely long, with claws like hooks that dragged on the ground, making a screeching sound.

Its head resembled a wolf but was not; its eye sockets were deep-set, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared intently at the crowd. Its mouth had jagged fangs that exhaled a foul stench.

"Blue-level monster".

Before it could even launch its attack, a sword light had already taken the initiative.

With a soft thud, the wolf's chest was pierced, and its massive body crashed heavily to the ground. After struggling for a moment, it turned into a pool of blood and flesh.

Wen Xiang waved his hand, and a blue-grade crystal core fell into his palm.

Everyone was in an uproar.

"This... is what they call a stroke of luck?"

"A mere blue-level demon monster can be considered a good thing?!"

"Is Young Master Han perhaps toying with us?"

Sneers and doubts rose and fell.

"Why are you all in such a hurry! Listen to the dragon's roar."

Xue Xiang suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, which silenced the entire audience.

Suddenly, he burst into song, his voice rough and passionate, rolling like the long wind of the desert: "The sky is high and the earth is vast, I can roam freely, mountains and rivers stretch for thousands of miles, all filled with heroic spirit. The wind blows the grass low and the clouds drift, believe that my heart's voice sings freely!"

The song pierced through the wind and snow, reaching deep into the forest.

Everyone was completely bewildered when suddenly they saw the shadows of the trees surging and the branches snapping.

Roar, roar, roar

Dozens of blue-tier demonic monsters swarmed in from all directions, their eyes bloodshot and their roars deafening.

Immediately afterwards, several large white-level monsters, their bodies cracking through the rocks, flapped their wings and attacked.

In an instant, the aura surged, and killing intent surged like a tide.

"Oh my God!"

"What a stroke of luck! A monster has delivered itself to our doorstep!"

Some were shocked, some were overjoyed; in an instant, sword light, blade light, and talisman light were all mixed together in chaos.

Wen Xiang, Dong Xiaoping, Qin Bing, and others unleashed their divine weapons, some with sword energy crisscrossing, others with blade light splitting rocks, and still others with flames and talismans exploding. In an instant, blood mist filled the air, and corpses lay strewn about.

The blue-tier monsters that pounced were instantly killed, and the white-tier monsters were also slaughtered by the combined efforts of the group.

Blood flowed into the snow, steaming up a foul mist, the wind mingled with howls and screams, like a scene from hell.

Xue Xiang watched coldly, and seeing that the time was almost right, he silently activated his literary energy. Before long, the little cutie in his sleeve became quiet and still.

After a short while, no more monsters arrived, and the slaughter ended.

"Brother Qin, let's remove the magic array."

Xue Xiang's voice came through.

The Qin soldiers, covered in blood and panting heavily, retrieved their battle flags.

As the bronze array flag was pulled out, the concealing magic array suddenly dissipated, and everyone saw Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang sat cross-legged, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat, as if the "great power" he had just used had exhausted all his energy.

He weakly raised his hand, his voice low and hoarse: "Gentlemen... are you satisfied?"

For a moment, no one answered; they just stared intently at him.

Dong Xiaoping's palms were covered in cold sweat, but he still forced a smile.
The Qin soldier's Adam's apple bobbed, and it took him a long time to swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Wen Xiang's eyes were sharp, but she eventually lowered her head slowly.

A thought simultaneously arose in their minds:
Is this even human? He can single-handedly summon hordes of monsters, allowing everyone to reap a bounty of crystal cores…

This method is even more incredible than finding a blessed land!

"As expected of the son of a Hanlin scholar, what secret technique has he mastered?"

Someone murmured.

"I'm impressed. Luckily, I didn't get greedy. A mere Hanlin scholar possesses such secret techniques. If I had killed him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully in heaven or on earth."

Someone thought to himself.

Everyone looked at Xue Xiang with surprise mixed with a hint of awe.

Xue Xiang's eyelids were half-closed, but the corners of his lips were faintly curved upwards.

"Gentlemen, what has been gained?"

Xue Xiang said weakly.

Dong Xiaoping bowed and said loudly, "Reporting to the young master, we have hunted a total of fifty-three blue-grade magic cores and nine white-grade magic cores."

Such fruitful results are all thanks to the young master.

I propose that a portion of the spoils be given to the prince.

"Seconded!"

"I have no opinion."

"When you drink water, don't forget the well-digger."

"........."

At this moment, naturally no one would object. Everyone knows that once there is a first attack by monsters, there will be a second.

With such a mysterious young master Han around, how could we possibly lack crystal cores?

Xue Xiang waved his hand indifferently, his voice still weak: "Crystal cores below the Black level are meaningless to me. You can take them and play with them."

These words sent another shock through everyone.

If one were not of noble birth, how could one possess such bearing?
"By the way, collect all the remains. I'll use them as a catalyst next time we gather the array."

Xue Xiang struggled to his feet.

Everyone seemed to wake from a dream and quickly agreed.

The Qin soldiers immediately waved their hands and led the way to collect the corpses.

Dong Xiaoping and his group did not dare to be negligent. They each took out their storage treasures and quickly gathered up all the corpses scattered all over the mountain.

Just as everyone finished cleaning up the monster's corpse, a whooshing sound came from the north.

"alert!"

Dong Xiaoping gave a low shout, and the crowd immediately formed a protective formation around Xue Xiang.

Before long, several figures arrived at breakneck speed.

There were eight people in total. The leader was an old man in a gray robe with white hair and beard, a withered face, and eyes as sharp as a hawk's. With a single glance, a chilling aura arose.

The spiritual pressure was like a mountain collapsing, and everyone's hearts tightened. They immediately knew that this person must be a Core Formation Realm cultivator!

Behind the old man were seven men, each exuding a murderous aura.

Each person held a mysterious weapon, their aura was calm and their expressions were solemn; they were clearly well-trained Foundation Establishment Realm experts.

Clearly, this small group is not to be underestimated.

The old man landed, looked around, and said with a cold gaze: "Very good, very good! I am Huang Feng from Pingning Mountain, and I have yet to ask your name."

"It's him!"

"The overlord of the Pingning Mountain area."

"Rumor has it that this man has a fiery temper; everyone prepare for battle."

The group whispered amongst themselves. Wen Xiang stepped forward and said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Huang. I am Wen Xiang from the Eastern Island. May I ask what offense we have committed?"

Huang Feng flicked his sleeve and shouted sternly, "I have painstakingly set up a great formation to lure the monster here, and it is about to succeed."

"You all lured away all the monsters, making all my hard work go to waste! What exactly do you mean by this?"

Dong Xiaoping's face darkened. "Fellow Daoist Huang, you are mistaken. Demons are unclaimed; they will naturally be acquired by those with the right fate. Besides, we did not intrude into your formation, so how can you make unwarranted accusations?"

"fart!"

Huang Feng was furious. "If it weren't for your interference, my formation would be nearly complete, and I would have been able to hunt down thirteen... no, fourteen demons! You ruined my plans, and you still dare to argue?"

The words between the two sides grew increasingly heated, and a murderous intent was brewing, making it clear that a major battle was imminent.

Just then, Xue Xiang slowly stood up, his voice weak but clear: "Fellow Daoist Huang, don't be anxious, getting angry will harm your health."

Everyone turned to look, only to see Xue Xiang standing with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the tense situation before him.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, did you intend to lure out thirteen or fourteen demonic monsters by setting up the formation?"

Xue Xiang asked with a smile.

Huang Feng snorted coldly, "Fourteen!"

"it is good."

As soon as Xue Xiang finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and scattered fourteen crystal cores, which clattered and fell to the ground.

Among them, there were three white-tier crystal cores that shone brightly, and eleven blue-tier crystal cores that shimmered with blue light, their brilliance shining through the snow forest.

Everyone gasped.

Qin Bing's eyes twitched, Dong Xiaoping subconsciously held his breath, and Wen Xiang couldn't help but narrow his eyes, his gaze flashing with undisguised shock.

Huang Feng's face froze as he stared at the crystal cores scattered on the ground, standing there motionless, his hair and beard trembling.

Xue Xiang smiled and said, "Elder Huang, I'll compensate you for the crystal core you wanted."

Huang Feng stared blankly at Xue Xiang, feeling that although this person was weak, his aura was as imposing as a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

He glanced at the fourteen crystal cores on the ground again, and his heart surged with emotion.

If you say no, the crystal core in front of you is indeed shining brightly;

If he were to ask for it, as a powerful Core Formation Realm expert, he would find it difficult to lower himself.

"Senior Huang, please don't hesitate to accept it."

Xue Xiang's gaze shifted and landed on Dong Xiaoping: "Brother Dong, tell Elder Huang, how much did we gain just now?"

Dong Xiaoping was startled and immediately understood.

He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Reporting to Young Master, in this encirclement and kill operation, we have slain a total of nine white-rank demons and fifty-three blue-rank demons!"

"what!"

Huang Feng was horrified; his hair and beard seemed to stand on end.

His men were also stunned.

After several days of fierce fighting in this mid-level area, a powerful squad that manages to hunt down a dozen or so monsters is considered to have had a great harvest.

The "fourteen" that Huang Feng just reported was already double the original number.

At that moment, Dong Xiaoping immediately announced: "Nine heads for the white rank and fifty-three heads for the blue rank."

"You're spouting nonsense. Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Huang Feng didn't believe it at all. Xue Xiangchong nodded to Dong Xiaoping, and Dong Xiaoping waved his hand.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the forest, and a mountain of monster corpses poured down, their blue bloodstains intertwined with white fur, forming a small hill.

Among the mutilated corpses, the grotesque giant head of the blue-tier and the broken bone wings of the white-tier were clearly visible, and the stench of blood was overwhelming, causing everyone present to tremble.

"This……"

Huang Feng was completely dumbfounded, his pupils contracted.

His men's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Huang Feng stared at the pile of monster corpses, his eyes flickering.

After a moment, he finally bowed and stepped forward, suppressing his stubbornness, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master's divine might is beyond my comprehension."

Xue Xiang waved his hand, "We are all like-minded people, fellow Daoist, you flatter me. This time, would you be willing to accept these crystal cores?"

"It's disrespectful."

Huang Feng waved his hand and collected all the crystal cores on the ground.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, and a small white jade box floated towards Xue Xiang. "It is impolite not to reciprocate. I see that you are lacking in vital energy, which must be due to a deficiency of your primordial energy. I have a Dragon-Snake Fruit here, which is a rare treasure for replenishing blood and nourishing qi."

I wish to give this to you, sir…

Xue Xiang opened the box and saw the Dragon-Snake Fruit, which was entirely red gold and about the size of a fist.

On its body, two illusory figures were faintly coiled: a dragon and a snake, chasing each other and exhaling and intertwining.

It is the famous Dragon Snake Fruit.

Xue Xiang was overjoyed.

Back in the Trial Realm, he unleashed his full power, annihilating three purple-level demons, but the backlash he suffered was considerable.

He even coughed up blood and his temples turned white, which truly damaged his health.

At this moment, he feigned weakness, partly acting and partly genuine.

"In that case, I shall accept it."

Xue Xiang accepted the dragon-snake fruit without hesitation.

He knew very well that the value of this fruit was no less than that of the fourteen crystal cores.

If Huang Feng hadn't followed up on this, he would never have presented such a generous gift.

As expected, upon seeing Xue Xiang accept the Dragon-Snake Fruit, Huang Feng revealed the truth and surprisingly expressed his desire to join Xue Xiang in hunting monsters.

Upon hearing this, Wen Xiang and others objected.

They weren't even full themselves, so naturally they didn't want other people's chopsticks reaching into their bowls.

Xue Xiang paused for a moment, then his thoughts suddenly opened up.

Why didn't I think of that before?

With such adorable little ones around, it's as if I hold a powerful weapon to summon monsters.

Others can create the flute-playing mode even without a physical body, but I have a physical body.

Is it difficult to gain a group of people who understand applause?
If done well, it might even become a magnificent piece of writing.

"Everyone."

Xue Xiang uttered just two words, which quelled the dispute: "Fellow Daoist Huang has had a tough time too. Stay. We don't lack demons. I'll just have to put in a little more effort."

It's rare for everyone to get together like this; it's fate.

Let's not say anything else; everyone can eat the meat.

"We'll act together in two hours."

…………

The cold wind howled, and the forest was as dark as ink.

On an open field, more than a hundred people stood, their aura soaring to the sky, their killing intent permeating the air, as if even the heavens themselves were bowing low.

Among the crowd, more than ten figures stood out, their auras as majestic as mountains, their spiritual power surging endlessly, all of them being experts in the Core Formation stage.

The other Foundation Establishment cultivators huddled beside him, their expressions solemn, not daring to breathe loudly.

The entire team resembled a sharp sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

Qin Bing strode to the central high ground, cupped his hands and said, "Young Master, the concealment formation has been set up."

Xue Xiang nodded calmly, flicked his sleeves, and strode into the concealment formation.

"Fellow Daoist Dong."

Dong Xiaoping immediately understood and shouted in a booming voice, "Down!"

In an instant, nearly two hundred monster corpses were poured out of the storage ring and crashed into the concealing formation.

A foul stench filled the air, and the aura of blood soared to the heavens, resembling a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Xue Xiang stood on the high platform, surveying the entire audience, a sense of pride welling up inside him.

This was the ninth day since he had gathered his forces.

With its unique method of attracting monsters with cute little girls, Xue Xiang has attracted more than a dozen groups of people to join him.

Through one summoning exercise after another, everyone gained a great deal.

Meanwhile, through a series of practical exercises, Xue Xiang gained a superior status.

Currently, he has twelve Core Formation experts under his command.

Wen Xiang no longer dared to look him in the eye, nor did she dare to feign arrogance.

They even worried that Xue Xiang valued other Core Formation experts more, so they would intentionally or unintentionally try to get closer to him to compete for his favor, implying to Xue Xiang that he, Wen, was the true loyalist.

As for Dong Xiaoping and Qin Bing, they had long since become Xue Xiang's two henchmen.

With just a glance from Xue, the two knew how to cooperate.

At this moment, throwing the monsters hunted last time into the concealing magic circle is already a pre-arranged procedure.

This process was naturally prepared by Xue Xiang specifically for the little cutie.

Originally, after the big battle, the little cutie could have started eating.

But as long as the little cutie is there, the attraction to monsters will always remain.

This can lead to a situation where, before the little cutie can devour the existing monster remains, new remains are created.

And so, there is no ending.

Therefore, Xue Xiang used the excuse that it would be best to use corpses as a catalyst to set up a summoning array.

Therefore, before each summoning, there is a set scene where everyone throws the monster's remains into the concealment formation.

Two days ago, Xue Xiang led his men into the deeper areas of the Demonic Land.

From this point on, the quality of the monsters encountered has greatly improved.

Black-level monsters appear frequently, while white-level monsters are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

The cultivators who understood the applause were truly grateful to Xue Xiang.

The little cutie kept devouring things, and after one strange change after another, it is now frequently falling into a deep sleep.

At first, Xue Xiang summoned monsters several times a day, but in the last two days, he has only summoned them once a day.

Fortunately, once they entered the deeper areas, the monsters that appeared were of a higher level, and the burden on everyone became greater.

They went once a day, and no one complained.

At that moment, Xue Xiang released the little milk cutlet as soon as the monster's remains were thrown out.

It had already awakened, and its originally milky yellow body had turned into pure gold. Intricate patterns emerged from its body, resembling neither scales nor symbols, with flowing light and exuding a kind of ancient and inexplicable majesty.

It had just escaped when suddenly, with two yelps, it manifested itself, transforming into a colossal beast three zhang tall.

Its limbs are as thick as stone pillars, and its sharp claws are curved, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

Its back is raised, with a row of golden mane that looks like a dragon or a lion standing upright;

Its round head still retained some of its chubby appearance, but its eyes had become as big as copper bells, with golden pupils that shone brightly, showing both ferocity and a touch of inexplicable cuteness.

It suddenly raised its head, about to roar, when Xue Xiang glared at it and pointed at the monster's remains.

With a whoosh, it shrank to the size of a palm, like a little golden pig, and flew away without wind, heading towards the remains of the monsters.

In an instant, the monster's remains turned into black light and entered his body.

Within a few dozen breaths, a large number of monster corpses had disappeared.

Xue Xiang glanced into the distance. Trees in all directions began to fall, and the earth began to rumble and tremble. Needless to say, the monster army had arrived again.

The cold wind grew stronger, and the sound of the forest rustling like a tide.

Xue Xiang flicked his hand slightly, and a set of rosewood table and chairs appeared in front of him.

He sat down in a chair, took out some snacks, fruit, and tea, and ate and drank while watching the game up close.

At this moment, the world outside the formation was already filled with the clouds of war.

Dozens of black-level monsters roared in, their bodies as large as mountains, spewing wind, thunder, and flames that churned the sky.

Behind them, white-level monsters surged like a tide, densely packed, blotting out the sky.

Blue-level monsters are scattered and are nothing more than cannon fodder.

As soon as Dong Xiaoping finished giving the order, all the cultivators moved. Instantly, sword light crisscrossed, lightning intertwined, and blade energy and sword shadows tore through the sky.

The group of cultivators radiated their power outwards from the concealment formation where Xue Xiang was located.

More than a hundred cultivators attacked together, and instantly, the heavens and earth roared, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Black-level monsters are powerful, but their low intelligence means they have no ability to cooperate. Even in large groups, they cannot withstand the might of a battle formation when great cultivators gather.

Just as the battle was about to turn in one direction, a roar that shook the mountains suddenly came from the depths of the forest.

A colossal monster, crushing through the forest, swept through the air.

It was thirty feet long and covered with dark purple armor, the plates of which resembled pieces of obsidian, reflecting a cold, sharp purple light.

Its four hooves were like mountains, cracking the earth with each step; a pair of jet-black fleshy wings grew from its back, with purple flames swirling around them, and with each flap, wind and fire churned.

The most terrifying thing was its head, which resembled a ferocious human face with its pupils burning with purple flames, making people afraid to look directly at it.

As soon as this monster appeared, the world suddenly darkened, and spiritual energy became chaotic, seemingly about to devour mountains and rivers.

"A purple-level monster, everyone be careful."

Dong Xiaoping shouted loudly.

"What are you thinking? It's time to send the young master a generous gift."

Wen Xiang held his long sword across his chest and spoke solemnly.

"What you say, Fellow Daoist, is absolutely right."

"We have long been indebted to you, young master, and have no way to repay your kindness."

That's how it should be.

The group of Core Formation cultivators responded enthusiastically.

Twelve figures soared into the air simultaneously, their auras linked, and their spiritual pressure descended like the collapse of the heavens.

An old man in white robes waved his banner, and arcs of electricity from all directions wove into a net of light, locking the form of the purple-level demon.

Huang Feng's palm flashed with sword light as he clashed head-on with the monster, sending sparks flying.

Wen Xiang's sword flashed fiercely, cleaving straight at the monster's head;
Someone spun a formation plate in their palm, unleashing a waterfall of light waves that bombarded the monster's breastplate.
The other Core Formation experts displayed their unique abilities, some using the Mountain Seal to suppress the void;
Or summon fire phoenixes and ice dragons to entangle the monster's limbs.

The purple-level demon roared, its wings blazing with fire, and its purple flames suddenly engulfed the sky and earth, but were firmly suppressed by the spiritual energy shockwaves unleashed by the Core Formation cultivators, preventing its power from exploding.

In an instant, the twelve Core Formation experts launched a combined attack. Their energy converged, and sword energy, saber intent, lightning, and raging fire merged into a monstrous torrent that crashed down.

"boom!!!"

The world turned white, and flames soared into the sky.

The purple-level monster's roar abruptly ceased, its massive body blasted into countless pieces amidst flames and lightning.

In the sky, only a huge purple crystal core remained, hovering and spinning, its purple light dazzling.

Ten breaths later, the last monster also fell.

The mountains and forests gradually quieted down, with blood mist and charred flames drifting in the wind.

Dong Xiaoping strode up to the concealment formation and loudly reported in a melodious tone: "This time we hunted one purple-level monster, seventy-eight black-level monsters, two hundred and sixty white-level monsters, and forty-five cyan-level monsters! Your achievements are truly remarkable!"
Please give your instructions, sir.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was filled with excitement, and their gazes toward Xue Xiang became even more fervent.

Everyone knows that without following Young Master Han, they would never have had such an opportunity.

Although the crystal core cannot be taken out of the Demonic Land, it can be hidden, buried deep, or taken outside to sell clues to Confucian scholars.

When the Demon Realm opens again, Confucian scholars will enter to retrieve the core, which will be used to cultivate their literary energy. The effect is extraordinary, which is why some people are willing to spend a lot of money.

A single white-grade crystal core is worth as much as a boundary marker.

And all of this was brought about by Young Master Han.

Furthermore, thanks to the combined efforts of everyone involved, no one was killed in the entire hunt.

This benefit is practically free.

"Those who are injured should get treatment, and those who are not injured should rest."

The battle flags had been taken away by the Qin soldiers, and the concealment array was slowly dissipating. Xue Xiang's voice was extremely weary.

Before long, the formation dissipated, and the previously eating, drinking and watching the show, Master Xue, was transformed back into the weak and exhausted Young Master Han.

His body was half-collapsed on the ground, and he looked dejected.

"Does anyone have a magic carpet? The young master is exhausted."

The Qin soldiers shouted loudly.

"I have it, I have it..."

"I have a mechanical bird."

"Why would I need a mechanical bird? Can people even lie down on that? Use my magic carpet."

Soon, a large magic carpet was brought up.

Qin soldiers helped Xue Xiang up, and some brought him a spirit pillow, while others brought him a silk quilt.

Soon, Xue Xiang regained his freedom to lie flat.

Before long, Wen Xiang led a group of Core Formation experts closer.

A purple crystal core then floated to Xue Xiang's front.

Just as Wen Xiang was about to speak, an imposing old man in white robes said, "Young master has done a great service for us, yet you have not taken a single penny."

While it is true that the young master's family has excellent traditions, we cannot help but think of repaying them.

Please accept this purple crystal core, young master.

Wen Xiang frowned deeply. The old man in white robes in front of him kept fawning over Xue Xiang, which made him very unhappy.

Xue Xiang weakly waved his hand, "This item is of little use to me. You all should keep it for yourselves."

Wen Xiang hurriedly said, "Even if it's not very useful, you must accept it, young master."

Otherwise, we would truly feel ashamed.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the purple crystal core landed beside Xue Xiang's pillow.

Xue Xiang sighed, "In that case, thank you all for your kindness."

After saying that, Xue Xiang put away the purple crystal core. "Everyone, go and rest. You are free to move around as you please. We will fight again tomorrow."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, and even his eyebrows seemed to be filled with deep weariness.

Wen Xiang's thoughts raced, and he said loudly, "Young Master has led us all the way, tirelessly summoning demons and setting up formations. He has worked so hard, and we are truly relying on him."

How can a mere purple-grade crystal core repay the young master's great kindness?

"I believe that only by working together and conquering several caves for you, young master, can we repay your kindness."

Upon hearing this, the crowd first murmured among themselves, and then responded in droves.

“That’s very true. With such extraordinary abilities, young master, crystal cores are nothing. Only the treasures in the blessed land are worthy of you.”

“Exactly. To be honest, I, Old Zhang, came here for the treasures in this blessed land, but I didn’t expect there to be so many powerful people here. They are all arrogant and unreasonable, and they don’t give us any chance to obtain the treasures of this blessed land. Now that so many of us are gathered under your command, once we unite, no other force will have to step aside.”

"That's exactly right! Firstly, to repay the young master, and secondly, to see just how arrogant those powerful figures really are."

"........."

In a group, a person can be extremely timid or extremely bold.

The series of victories had raised everyone's morale to its peak.

They alone are utterly incapable of seizing any of the blessed lands.

But at this moment, by accumulating small amounts of sand into a tower, they have become one of the most powerful forces in the land of demonic obstacles.

With so many people, even if they occupy the blessed land, no one will get much.

Under the guise of serving Young Master Han, and with the opportunity to witness powerful cultivators and forces suffer setbacks, everyone couldn't help but feel their blood boil.

Xue Xiang appeared to be asleep, as if he couldn't hear anything at all.

In reality, he was overjoyed and secretly wished, "I hope to experience this kind of adventure ten thousand more times."

(End of this chapter)