I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

On the eastern horizon, a torrent of silvery-white flying boats pierced the night, like a moving sea of ​​clouds, speeding towards the Vermilion Bird Camp.

Hundreds of airships were linked end to end, the roar of their engines echoing through the night sky like the roar of a herd of beasts, causing the mountains and forests below to tremble slightly.

The silvery-white light on the boat's hull merged into a single expanse in the night, like a galaxy stretching across the sky, magnificent and solemn.

How much further?

"Reporting back to the commander, it's about three thousand li. At the current speed, it will take another hour and a half," the guard replied.

One and a half hours.

Fang Wushuang raised an eyebrow slightly and tapped the gunwale of the ship twice with her fingers.

"Faster."

The airship's speed increased again, and the roar of the engine suddenly intensified, like the roar of a giant beast.

All the acceleration array patterns on the hull lit up, and a dark blue light flowed across the surface of the ship, pushing the speed to its limit.

An hour later, the airship arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

The distant scenery came into view, and even the White Tiger Camp cultivators, who were used to life and death, couldn't help but gasp.

That wasn't the battlefield they were familiar with; it was a massive, meticulously planned meat grinder.

The battlefield was a wide valley, surrounded by towering mountain walls on three sides.

Flames soared into the sky in the valley, radiating light, while shouts of battle and the clash of weapons intertwined to create a deafening symphony.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burnt food, mixed with the aroma of burning vegetation, making one's throat tighten.

In the center of the valley, the Vermilion Bird Camp was already down to half its original size, and the remnants, along with their spirit beasts, the Crimson Feathered Black Eagles, were struggling to hold on.

They used dozens of wrecked airships as cover, forming a circular defensive formation to protect the wounded within.

The airship was covered with cracks and scorch marks, some parts of which were completely destroyed and burning, billowing black smoke and flames shooting into the sky.

The cultivators stood back to back, their spiritual weapons facing outwards, desperately trying to defend against the attacks coming from all directions.

The Crimson Feathered Eagles landed on the wreckage of the flying boat, their feathers charred and covered in blood, yet they continued to fight, using all their might to unleash their supernatural powers, tearing with their claws, pecking with their beaks, and using their last strength to protect their fallen companions.

The valley was surrounded by ambushes from the Qingyun Sword Sect and the Hundred Herbs Valley.

Sword cultivators lined up at the entrance of the valley, their swords drawn, their sword light weaving into an impenetrable net, each ray precisely blocking the Vermilion Bird Camp's escape route.

The cultivators of Baicao Valley lined up on the mountain wall, and vines, poisonous mist, and spiritual plants surged from the ground, completely blocking the retreat route of the Vermilion Bird Camp.

What made Fang Wushuang's gaze sharpen even more were the three figures fighting Fang Yan in the sky above the valley.

All three were Nascent Soul cultivators. One was in front and the other two were behind, hovering in mid-air in a triangular formation, surrounding Fang Yan.

Fang Wushuang recognized them.

Yu Qingfeng, an elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, is in the mid-Nascent Soul stage. His Qingyun Sword Technique is incomparably sharp and his sword intent reaches the heavens. He once fought three fourth-tier demonic beasts alone during a beast tide and escaped unscathed.

The man to his left behind him had a withered face, gray hair and beard, and wore a dark green robe. He exuded a strong herbal scent. That was Su Henian, an elder of Hundred Herbs Valley, who was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

His domain can erode life force, causing enemies within its range to lose spiritual power and physical strength rapidly, like withered grass that has been drained of moisture.

The person on the right is another elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect, Qi Yunshan, who is also in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and comes from the same sect as Yu Qingfeng.

His sword intent was not as sharp as Yu Qingfeng's, but it was more profound, like a mountain pressing down, with each sword strike carrying immense force.

Fang Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Three Nascent Soul cultivators and fifty thousand cultivators—the Qingyun Sword Sect and Hundred Herbs Valley are truly pulling out all the stops. Do they really think they can take us down with them? They dare to wage war against the Fang family?"

Her voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every White Tiger Camp cultivator.

"Order—All troops to attack!"

Fang Wushuang's voice was like a thunderclap, exploding in the night sky.

Hundreds of airships accelerated simultaneously, the roar of their engines suddenly rising, like a herd of giant beasts roaring at the same time.

The silver-white flying boat swooped down from the sky like a silver waterfall, all the crossbows on the boat were cocked, and the giant arrows gleamed coldly in their slots.

Before the flying boat even landed, the cultivators of the White Tiger Camp had already jumped down one after another.

They formed a battle formation in mid-air and pounced towards the flank of the valley. Their spiritual weapons were unsheathed, and their killing intent soared to the sky, like a silvery-white tide surging into the battlefield illuminated by the firelight.

"kill--!"

Fang Wushuang was the first to land.

Her figure was like a silver-white lightning bolt, plummeting straight down from the flying boat. She stopped abruptly ten feet above the ground, the tip of her spear pointing downwards, like a meteor falling to earth.

As the spear landed, a circle of silvery-white light exploded from its tip, spreading in all directions. Wherever it passed, pebbles on the ground were shaken into the air, the air temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

But what truly made the enemy tremble was not the layer of frost, but another power surging from within her.

Unrivaled Battlefield - Unveiled!

Within the area covered by the domain, the spiritual energy circulation speed of all White Tiger Camp cultivators instantly increased by 10%, and the spiritual light on their spiritual weapons surged, as if they were being empowered by an invisible force.

They felt their senses were sharper, their reactions were quicker, and even their fatigue was somewhat dispelled.

From the enemy's perspective, the White Tiger Camp cultivators no longer appeared to be isolated individuals, but rather as part of a unified, indivisible war behemoth.

Their spiritual energy fluctuations resonated with each other, and their killing intent overlapped, forming an invisible net that enveloped all enemies who stepped into the area.

Even more terrifying, within this area, the cultivators of Qingyun Sword Sect and Baicao Valley felt an invisible stagnation in the flow of their spiritual energy, as if something was interfering with the operation of their meridians.

Under the suppression of the "Peerless Battlefield", everyone's fighting instincts are being weakened and suppressed by the invisible power of the domain.

This is the domain that Fang Wushuang condensed from countless battles.

"Enemy reinforcements are here—!" On the mountain wall, a Golden Core cultivator from the Qingyun Sword Sect cried out, but before he could finish speaking, a silver-white spear light pierced through his chest.

The spear's edge was as fast as lightning and as precise as a needle, piercing his dantian before he could utter his last word.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, and he was still in the posture of shouting, but his body was no longer under his control.

Fang Wushuang's figure moved like a ghost within the domain.

Her marksmanship was unparalleled, as fast as lightning; wherever the tip of her gun went, blood flew everywhere.

"Stop her!" Yu Qingfeng finally moved.

He flashed and appeared a hundred feet in front of Fang Wushuang, his green robes fluttering and his long sword drawn.

A deep blue sword light flowed across the blade, its sword intent soaring to the heavens, like an invisible giant sword lying across the sky and earth.

Azure Cloud Sword Domain—Expand!

An invisible sword intent surged from his body, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius.

The sword intent wasn't sharp; it even carried a touch of elegance. Yet, Fang Wushuang could sense that her Peerless Battle Domain was being weakened.

The sword intent, like an invisible tide, continuously impacted her domain, cutting cracks into the silver light.

"Fang Wushuang, you've finally arrived." Yu Qingfeng's voice was calm. "I've been waiting here for a long time on my master's orders."

Fang Wushuang did not answer.

The spear was thrust forward, and a cluster of silvery-white cold light condensed at its tip, like a nebula formed from frost.

The cold light shot towards Yu Qingfeng, freezing the air into ice crystals wherever it passed, leaving a silvery-white trail in the sky, like a bridge leading to death.

Yu Qingfeng turned to the side, unleashing a burst of sword energy, a dark blue sword light meeting the cold gleam.

The cold light clashed with the sword light, exploding into a sky full of ice shards and sword energy, like fireworks blooming and scattering stars.

Ice shards shimmered with tiny lights in the night sky, like falling stars, before dissipating in the night wind a moment later.

Fang Wushuang's figure had already emerged from the gaps between the ice shards and sword energy, the tip of his spear pointing at Yu Qingfeng's throat.

It was fast, extremely fast, so fast that Yu Qingfeng's sword didn't even have time to return to defense.

Just as the spear tip was about to pierce his throat, a dark green light attacked from the side, transforming into a vine that entangled Fang Wushuang's spear.

Su Henian made his move.

His domain had silently enveloped them, and countless dark green vines surged from the ground, coiling around Fang Wushuang's ankles like serpents.

The vines were covered with fine barbs that gleamed with a poisonous green light. Once someone was entangled in them, the toxins would invade their meridians and paralyze their spiritual energy.

Fang Wushuang snorted coldly, and with a tremor of his silver spear, he shattered the vines.

But that momentary delay was enough for Qingfeng to create distance between them.

He retreated dozens of feet, holding the sword horizontally in front of him, his sword intent re-condensing, like an invisible longsword being drawn from its sheath again.

"Gentlemen, join me in this attack," Yu Qingfeng said in a low voice.

Su Henian and Qi Yunshan nodded simultaneously, and the three domains opened at the same time, intertwining and merging to form an impenetrable net.

Yu Qingfeng's Sword Domain is the main offensive force, Su Henian's Dry Wood Domain is the main control force, and Qi Yunshan's Mountain-Suppressing Domain is the main defensive force.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators working together are enough to suppress any enemy of the same level.

At the very instant Fang Wushuang clashed with Yu Qingfeng, and the moment the White Tiger Camp cultivators entered the valley, several golden lights suddenly shone on the mountainside at the edge of the battlefield.

It was a trapping formation that had been set up in advance, activated by dozens of formation masters, enveloping the entire valley.

The golden light shield, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped Fang Wushuang and all the White Tiger Camp cultivators who had entered the valley.

The array masters appeared from the mountain wall, made hand seals to activate the array, and spiritual power flowed into the array base like threads, illuminating every line of the array.

Runes flowed across the surface of the light shield, layer upon layer, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression, like a net from heaven and earth, from which there was no escape.

A large number of cultivators emerged from all directions, clearly having previously been hiding in a high-level concealment array.

Fang Wushuang's expression finally changed.

Her gaze swept over the golden light barrier, over the three Nascent Soul cultivators, and over the array masters activating the formations on the mountain wall.

The trapping formation is shrinking, and the light shield is gradually decreasing, squeezing everyone's living space.

"So, the Vermilion Bird Camp was bait?"

………………

Shattered Star Lake, Lin Family Council Hall.

Several maps were spread out on the long, narrow rosewood conference table: one was a city defense map of Chuyang City, another was a topographical map of the area surrounding Fen Gu Pass, and the third was a map of the situation in the Southern Region that Zhi Hei had recently sent.

The map was densely marked with the troop deployments, marching routes, and strategic locations of all parties. Red represented the beast tide, blue represented the Fang family, green represented the Qingyun Sword Sect and Baicao Valley, and black represented the Niming Demon Palace and Xuankui Sect.

Lin Che sat in the main seat, holding a crimson jade slip in his hand, which had just been sent by Zhi Hei using the highest level of encrypted communication.

His gaze fell on the jade slip, his face ashen and he remained silent for a long time.

The Lin family members had all arrived at both sides of the long table.

All eyes were on Lin Che, waiting for him to speak.

Lin Che put down the jade slip and remained silent for a moment.

"The fighting has already broken out at Burning Bone Pass. The beast tide has arrived ahead of schedule, the main pass has been attacked, the Suppressing Evil Secret Realm has been destroyed, the souls of the dead have scattered, and the defending army has suffered heavy casualties. The White Tiger Camp has arrived as reinforcements."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"Besides, the Azure Cloud Sword Sect and the Hundred Herbs Valley have also entered the fray! It now seems that these two are the real culprits behind this. Their target is the Fang family. The ambush on the Vermilion Bird Camp was clearly pre-planned! The Southern Region is truly about to descend into chaos!"

The council chamber fell silent instantly.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators guarding the Southern Region have started a war, and the flames of war will definitely sweep across the entire Southern Region, especially at this critical juncture when the beast tide is coming.

"Do you remember that piece of intelligence that we thought was nothing special?"

Everyone looked over.

"It's about the new emperor's ascension to the throne of the Great Qian Dynasty in the Central Region! However, according to some intelligence that Zhihei has collected, it is not a succession by order of succession. At this time, the new emperor still has a lot of messes to deal with and has no intention of managing our Southern Region. This may be the reason why the Qingyun Sword Sect and Baicao Valley dared to make a move at this sensitive juncture."

Everyone understood.

After all, the premise for the Southern Region to have autonomy is that they must guard the Southern Region and prevent the demon beasts of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains from crossing this line.

As a result, the fact that these three parties took action at this critical juncture was absolutely inconsistent with the dynasty's core objective of prioritizing stability.

In the past, the Great Qian Dynasty would have definitely intervened to stop it, but now the new emperor is too busy to deal with anything else, let alone the Southern Region.

The Qingyun Sword Sect and Baicao Valley had this plan in mind: to eliminate the Fang family and seize their assets.

After a long pause, Lin Xuanqi spoke first, his voice steady yet carrying a barely suppressed tremor: "Father, what should we do?"

Lin Che did not answer immediately.

He stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the Shattered Star Lake in the distance, illuminated by the morning light.

His gaze traveled across the lake, across Chuyang City, across the southern land where a storm was brewing, and landed in the distance.

A moment later, he turned around and his gaze swept over everyone present.

"We will remain inactive and observe the situation. The Southern Region is in chaos. The Fang family, Qingyun Sword Sect, Baicao Valley, as well as the Reverse Fate Demon Palace and Xuankui Sect, are all vying for power. Our Lin family is just a Golden Core family from outside the pass, and we are not worth their attention. But this is precisely our opportunity to enter the fray."

His gaze fell on Lin Xuanqi: "Pass down the order: Chuyang City is to enter the highest state of combat readiness. All garrison troops must be on duty. The city walls must be patrolled every three days, the formations must be inspected daily, and logistical supplies must be inventoried to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Furthermore, have the scouts continue to extend outwards, closely monitoring movements in the direction of Burning Bone Pass. Report any unusual activity immediately.

"Yes!" Lin Xuanqi accepted the order, turned around and strode out of the council hall, his footsteps gradually fading into the distance in the corridor.

Lin Che's gaze then fell on Lin Xinqing: "Have the scouts been sent out?"

"They've been dispatched." Lin Xinqing stood up, his voice steady. "Three reconnaissance routes, five people on each, all equipped with communication talismans and speed talismans. The furthest route has extended to 500 li outside Chuyang City. No signs of large-scale movement of demonic beasts have been detected. They report back every two hours, and everything is normal so far."

"What about the spirit beast legion over in Qingze?" he asked.

Lin Xinyao stood up, holding a thick notebook in her hand. She opened the first page and said in a clear and professional voice, "All combat-type spirit beasts have been grouped and assigned to various defense zones according to the pre-set defense plan. They have sufficient feed reserves and are ready to be put into battle at any time."

Lin Che nodded: "Xuanfeng, what about the guards?"

Lin Xuanfeng stood up, his face as cold as iron: "The guard team has been fully assembled and can provide support to any location in Chuyang City within half an hour."

"Alright." Lin Che's gaze finally fell on Lin Xuanjing. "The garrison should be ready to deal with any emergencies at any time."

"Understood." Lin Xuanjing nodded.

Lin Che turned around again, his gaze fixed on the sky outside the window, illuminated by the morning light.

His gaze pierced through Shattered Star Lake, through Chuyang City, through the southern land where a storm was brewing, and landed in a more distant place.

"The waters of the Southern Region are already murky; this is the perfect time for our Lin family to fish in troubled waters. Defending Chuyang City will be the beginning of our Lin family's rise!"