The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Just then, an urgent notification sounded on the command post's encrypted communication channel, breaking the brief silence.

Wu Minghuang instantly suppressed all outward emotions and reverted to the majestic and awe-inspiring demeanor of the reincarnated empress who ruled over a region.

She walked quickly to the control panel and connected the communication.

The holographic projection lit up, displaying the serious face of Qin Zhenshan, the deputy commander-in-chief of Lingxiao Headquarters.

"General Wu, here is the latest situation report from the southern border."

Without exchanging pleasantries, Qin Zhenshan cut straight to the point: "The Taiqing Temple has officially replied, agreeing to take over your department's defenses in the Southern Frontier's Ten Thousand Poison Swamp."

"The patriarch of Taiqing Temple, Taiqingzi, will personally lead an elite force, including three Golden Core elders and fifty Foundation Establishment disciples, to Zhennan Pass at noon tomorrow to hand over defense responsibilities to your department."

"Taiqing Temple is very efficient."

Wu Minghuang nodded, "Our side is ready for the handover."

"Recently, there have been frequent unusual movements in the depths of the Ten Thousand Poison Swamp. The concentration of poisonous miasma has increased by 15%, and there are traces of energy that appear to be from high-level monsters."

"During the handover, we must be extra vigilant to prevent the demons from taking the opportunity to launch a counterattack."

"That's exactly what I wanted to remind you of."

Qin Zhenshan's expression was solemn. "The Lingxiao satellite detected signs of large-scale energy accumulation in the core area of ​​the swamp. It cannot be ruled out that the demon race is brewing a large-scale attack."

"The handover will be the most vulnerable time for the defenses. General Wu, Captain Shangguan, please be on high alert and cooperate with Taiqing Temple to ensure a smooth handover and that the defenses are completely secure."

"clear."

Wu Minghuang and Shangguan Wan'er responded solemnly at the same time.

Communication ended.

Wu Minghuang turned around and looked at all the Lingxiao combat personnel waiting in the hall, as well as some of her reincarnated former subordinates. Her voice was clear and powerful, echoing in every corner:

"Give the order to the entire army!"

"From this moment forward, enter Level 1 combat readiness! All patrol squads, consolidate your defenses and increase vigilance! Charge the rune cannons, activate all detection arrays!"

"Medical, logistics, and maintenance teams, prepare for any unforeseen combat situations!"

"The Taoists from Taiqing Temple will arrive tomorrow at noon to take over the defense."

"No one may slacken their efforts during this period!"

"Our mission is to hold this defensive line until a complete and secure defense is handed over to Taiqing Temple!"

"If the demons of the Southern Frontier dare to take this opportunity to cause trouble..."

A cold glint flashed in Wu Minghuang's eyes, and the oppressive aura of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator was faintly revealed. "Let them know what it means to come and never return!"

"yes!"

A thunderous response rang out, and everyone immediately sprang into action, tense yet orderly.

Shangguan Wan'er also took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her mind about "Master" and "Holy Teacher", and her eyes became sharp and focused again.

She must concentrate on dealing with the potential crisis that may erupt in southern Xinjiang.

Wu Minghuang walked to the huge observation window, gazing intently at the perilous swamp shrouded in twilight and poisonous fog.

Taiqing Temple came to take over the defense...

It seems that the old ancestor Taiqingzi really cares a lot about "Ancestor Lu Yao" and "Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan" behind her.

I wonder if those things deep in the swamps of southern Xinjiang will also be so "attentive" in the dead of night and send over a "gift of handover"?

She gripped the phantom of the phoenix feather spear in her hand, a cold, iron-blooded empress-like smile curving her lips.

come on.

Let me see what the demon race's strength will be in three thousand years.

Qingcheng Mountain, behind Xianyun Temple, under a giant peach tree.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky golden red, casting dappled, warm light through the sparse branches and leaves of the peach trees.

The mountain breeze carries the fragrance of grass and trees, and the occasional chirping of birds returning to their nests adds to the tranquility.

Lu Yao sat cross-legged on a stone bench, holding a thin, paper-like e-reader in her hands. The screen was lit up, displaying Chen Xiang drawing golden lines to guard the national gate.

She watched intently, her eyes unblinking, her little face filled with shock, admiration, longing, and even a hint of pride.

Unlike those bystanders who need to analyze, guess, or even struggle internally to connect "Chen Xuan" and "Chen Xiang," Lu Yao already knew the truth.

That's why, when she read that passage in her autobiography and felt the unparalleled elegance and supreme spirit described between the lines, her feelings were exceptionally different.

That's not about reading a distant historical legend, but about reading about my senior's past!

"Senior brother! Senior brother!"

Lu Yao abruptly put down her reader and, like a jubilant little bird, hopped over to Chen Xuan, who was leaning against a peach tree trunk, resting with his eyes closed. Her eyes sparkled with eager curiosity.

"The autobiography stops here!"

"And then? What happened next?"

She pointed to the frozen image on the screen, the figure in a blue robe standing on the golden boundary.

"Were those people from the immortal sects really intimidated by just one line from you, Senior Brother?"

"They're definitely not happy about it, are they?"

"Were more people, even more capable people, sent later?"

"Senior brother, how did you manage to hold out? Did you fight an earth-shattering battle?"

Lu Yao bombarded Lu Yao with questions, her face flushed with excitement.

Countless images automatically flashed through her mind: her senior brother, clad in white robes and wielding a sword, standing alone on Tianmen Mountain, facing the allied forces of the immortal sects, his ships and forts reduced to ashes with a mere flick of his wrist...

What a stunning, elegant, and captivating scene that must have been!

Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calmly falling on Lu Yao's little face, which was filled with expectation and admiration.

He glanced at the screen of the e-reader in her hand again, his face expressionless, as if the earth-shattering events described in her autobiography had nothing to do with him.

He picked up the rough earthenware teacup on the stone table beside him, slowly sipped the tea, and then spoke unhurriedly:

"later?"

He tilted his head slightly, as if recalling something, then spoke in a tone as calm as if he were asking what he had for dinner the night before:

"Nothing special, it's just..."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, as if piercing through time and space to see the scene outside Tianmen Mountain three thousand years ago. His voice remained calm and even.

"One comes, one is killed."

"Give me a pair, kill me a pair."

Lu Yao's excitement and anticipation froze instantly, and she was somewhat taken aback: "Huh? Just... that's it?"

"Otherwise what?"

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Lu Yao, a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if wondering why she would ask such a simple question.

"They're not satisfied and want to cross the line."

"I drew the line, and I said anyone who crosses it will die."

"They crossed the line, so naturally they deserve to die."

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, a matter of course.

"But they have a lot of people, right? They must be very powerful, right?"

"The autobiography says there are many top-tier immortal sects, and even Nascent Soul stage patriarchs!"

Lu Yao tried to imagine the scene, "Senior brother, how did you 'kill' him all by yourself?"