The Immortal Clan begins with deductive intelligence.

Chapter 99 Demon Attack

Xu Changqing tied his waist tag to his belt, got up, lifted the curtain, and went out of the tent to familiarize himself with the camp.

In the biting wind, the spiritual energy was so dense that it almost materialized.

Xu Changqing exhaled a long breath and then inhaled slightly, and a warm feeling arose in his dantian.

He had noticed something strange about the place as soon as he stepped into the Demon-Slaying Embankment.

This Black Wind Pass seems to be a world unto itself, with spiritual energy far exceeding that of spiritual vein nodes like Cangwu Island.

Xu Changqing slowly walked along the stone path in the camp.

Inside the camp, soldiers hurried back and forth.

Several veterans, clad in black armor and with long swords at their waists, approached from a distance.

Dark red scabs formed between the gaps in the armor, and a fierce aura, as if rolled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, wafted out.

Those men glanced sideways at Xu Changqing and the other family members who had also been conscripted.

Seeing that they were dressed in various colored robes, yet their bodies were not stained with a speck of smoke, their eyes revealed undisguised contempt.

The one-eared veteran leading the group scoffed, raising his chin slightly: "Another bunch of chicks to make up the numbers. Their skin is so delicate, the smell of blood would probably make their legs tremble."

A man nearby burst into laughter: "They're just good for filling the gaps between the monsters' teeth. When you get to the city walls tomorrow, don't be so scared that you wet your pants and dirty our place."

The Demon-Slaying Dike is a self-contained entity with its own rules, and it has always revered only the bloodshed of those who fight with swords.

The most despised were these family cultivators who had been forcibly conscripted and were used to enjoying the good life in the rear.

Fear of death, cowardice in battle, and retreat at the first sign of trouble are the stereotypical marks left on border soldiers by conscription throughout history.

It's understandable that they would be looked down upon.

Upon hearing this, several young family members nearby blushed deeply and placed their hands on the ritual implements.

However, due to the chilling killing intent emanating from those veterans, they ultimately dared not speak out in anger.

Xu Changqing ignored them, his steps unwavering, his clothes billowing in the wind as he passed by the old soldiers.

The pleasure of speaking is of no benefit whatsoever to life or death.

On the Demon-Slaying Embankment, life was precarious. These border soldiers, who had survived countless battles, often harbored resentment and would vent their fears by humiliating new recruits.

If they were to actually draw their swords against each other, it would not only violate military regulations but also do exactly what they wanted.

Xu Changqing walked slowly and steadily across the drill ground along the bluestone-paved path in the camp.

After walking no more than a hundred steps, the surrounding scenery changed abruptly, and the pungent smell of blood gradually faded away.

A faint, astringent scent of grass and trees began to permeate the surrounding air, and the originally imposing and cold black stone barracks gradually thinned out.

Several dozen feet ahead, three crimson stone palaces rose from the ground.

The palace gates were wide open, and those entering and exiting were mostly young apprentices in gray robes and alchemists in blue gowns, all hurrying about.

They carried in their hands basins of still-warm medicinal dregs or tightly sealed jade bottles.

Although their cultivation levels were low, some of them only at the Qi Sensing stage, as they walked through the desolate and chilling Black Wind Pass camp, there was not a trace of fear or anxiety about their impending doom between their brows. Instead, they exuded a sense of composure and confidence.

This place is the Pill Refining Department of the Black Wind Pass Camp.

Xu Changqing stopped in front of the stone hall and looked up at the plaque.

This Pill Refining Department was one of the few places of opportunity within the camp that he had secretly deduced using the Heavenly Mirror.

"Alchemist————"

Cultivation of immortality involves a hundred arts, alchemy, artifact crafting, and talisman arrays.

Although Xu Changqing was the head of a clan, his knowledge of auxiliary cultivation was very shallow. Apart from a rudimentary understanding of some array formations, he was a complete novice in everything else.

His spiritual energy is abundant and enduring; if he were to switch to alchemy, controlling fire and refining medicine would be a piece of cake.

However, alchemy is extremely expensive. To truly master it, one needs a vast amount of spiritual herbs and countless waste pills from repeated furnace explosions.

Now that I'm in the military camp, spirit stones are secondary. The high-quality pill formulas, the compatibility of using earth fire, and even the batches of spiritual materials needed for practice all require military merits to exchange for.

He was new to the place and his waist token was empty, so he couldn't cross the threshold of the stone hall at the moment.

"No capital, no profit."

Xu Changqing lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the thoughts in his eyes.

The most urgent task is to fight for survival on the city wall, with real swords and spears.

If we can gain more military merits in the first battle, we can exchange them for a foundational method of alchemy, which will give us more leverage.

The sky darkened, and the north wind picked up, whipping up the withered grass on the ground.

Xu Changqing turned around and followed the stone path he had come from back to his tent.

Before the felt curtain could be lifted, a strange phenomenon occurred in the world, and the surrounding night suddenly disappeared.

Looking up, one can see nine giant mirage beads, each about ten feet in size, rising from the nine towering watchtowers of the Demon-Slaying Causeway.

The bead shimmered with a cold, clear light, its rays intertwining and forming a vast, unparalleled curtain of light that illuminated the Black Wind Pass defense line as bright as day.

Xu Changqing's gaze narrowed slightly, and he sighed inwardly.

A single pearl of this quality from the deep sea, let alone nine, would be enough to buy several Xu families of Cangwu Island.

Now it is suspended in front of the battle lines, only for the purpose of observing the enemy's situation.

The profound foundation of a sect can be glimpsed even from a small part.

After observing for a moment, Xu Changqing lifted the curtain and entered the tent. Just as he was about to practice breathing exercises, he suddenly heard a series of rapid and muffled drumbeats coming from outside the tent.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The drums thundered, carrying a murderous intent.

"The drums sound to summon the generals, the demonic tide assaults the city! Each camp dons its armor and ascends the city walls!"

The stern shouts of the night patrol officer could be heard outside the camp.

The demon race is knocking on the gate!

Xu Changqing's expression turned solemn. He slung the horn bow over his shoulder and took a quiver of heavy steel arrows, hanging it at his waist.

Outside the tent, a cacophony of voices filled the air, a cacophony of clanging armor and rubbing weapons.

Following the defense zone engraved on his waist tag with his divine sense, Xu Changqing climbed the steps with the flow of people and reached the top of the city wall.

The city wall was fifty feet high and was built of obsidian mixed with copper sand.

He stood behind the parapet, gazing into the distance in the clear light of the mirage.

Even though Xu Changqing was prepared, his knuckles tightened as he gripped the bow.

Demonic energy soared to the sky, and malevolent energy condensed into clouds.

The waters of the Daze River have long since turned into a murky black soup.

Amidst the surging waves, countless aquatic beasts with gleaming scales climbed upwards from the river.

Red-banded snakes, alligator turtles, and even enormous blue pythons were mixed in, like a dark, surging tide, sweeping towards the Demon-Slaying Dike.

High above, dark clouds pressed down on the city. Flocks of demonic birds blotted out the sun, their iron beaks and steel claws gleaming with a chilling aura in the white light.

"Form ranks! Draw your bows!"

The commander on the city wall, his voice hoarse, swung his command flag down heavily.

"put!"

A loud buzzing sound arose, and all the strings resonated.

The dense rain of arrows transformed into a dark cloud, pouring down from the city wall and falling into the demonic tide below.

Xu Changqing held the bow in his left hand and drew a heavy steel arrow from the quiver at his waist with his right. He nocked the string and drew the bow.

With a resounding clang, the heavy ox-horn bow was instantly drawn to its full extent.

His gaze was calm as he locked onto a gray-feathered kite that was swooping down from mid-air.

Loosen your fingers.

Clang!

The arrow transformed into a streak of dark light, piercing the night wind.

Just as the gray-feathered kite was about to open its beak and spew out wind blades, a dark light arrived in front of it, piercing its head with overwhelming force, bringing up a spray of blood, and it fell to the ground with a mournful cry.

Just then, the wooden plaque at Xu Changqing's waist, engraved with "City Wall Defense Assistance," became slightly warm.

A quick glance down revealed a glint of light within, as if it were automatically recording military achievements.

"Slaying demonic beasts triggers the automatic activation of the array patterns on the waist token—"

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