Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

At the entrance of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Ling Yuyan stared in shock at the more than nine hundred Penglai disciples who were getting off the bus one after another, her mouth agape wide enough to fit a fist.

"Junior brother, this is not just over nine hundred people, this is an entire top-tier cultivation sect! The Wind and Rain Pavilion is too small to accommodate so many people."

Her face was full of sorrow and she was extremely troubled.

"Second Senior Sister, how can you be so stupid?"

Qin Quan smiled and leaned close to her ear, whispering a few words.

Ling Yuyan, who had been looking worried, suddenly had her eyes light up, and the gloom on her face vanished.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"nonsense."

Qin Quan raised an eyebrow, his tone resolute.

"The Dragon Kingdom has long wanted to establish an overseas base in Flowing Gold Valley. These nine hundred people are ostensibly from the Wind and Rain Pavilion, but in reality, they are under the Dragon Kingdom's command. The subsequent War Department and the Six Doors will provide you with funds and weapons. In less than a year or two, you will be the little tyrant of Flowing Gold Valley. Anyone who dares to disrespect you, just bombard them with the East Wind!"

"Haha, Junior Brother is so thoughtful!"

This isn't causing trouble at all; it's clearly an opportunity and a source of confidence delivered to our doorstep.

Ling Yuyan immediately felt relieved.

At the same time, everyone got off the bus, and Hong Feng led his disciples forward quickly, bowing deeply with their waists bent at a ninety-degree angle, their posture extremely sincere.

"The old Taoist Hong Feng, leading nine hundred disciples of Penglai, pays respects to Abbot Su and Master Ling!"

Hong Feng's voice was loud and clear, and every word he spoke was sincere.

"We are deeply grateful to the Ninth Elder for saving our lives. We have escaped death and are now willing to serve the Wind and Rain Pavilion and the Dragon Kingdom with our lives, without any disloyalty!"

The other Penglai disciples echoed in unison, their eyes resolute.

Having endured a thousand years of demonic tribulations, the Penglai Sect has now been liberated and is sincerely convinced of its power.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, please don't be shy. Just make yourself at home here."

Su Qingyan stepped forward slowly, her tone gentle, and raised her hand to offer support.

Although the headquarters of Fengyulou is not as grand as that of Baiyingmeng, it is more than enough to accommodate nine hundred cultivators.

In addition, cultivators don't care much for luxury; they can simply find an open space to meditate and regulate their breathing as a resting place.

"Ling'er, take Fellow Daoist Hong and the other disciples to rest first. Let's put our business aside for now."

Ling Yuyan turned her head and gave the instructions.

"Okay, Sister Yan."

Qin Ling nodded and turned to leave with Hong Feng and the others.

After everyone left, only Qin Quan, Su Qingyan, and Ling Yuyan remained in the main hall.

"Master, has Ling'er's seal not been broken yet?"

Qin Quan frowned and asked, watching Qin Ling's departing figure.

Su Qingyan sighed softly, her brows furrowing slightly.

"The one who sealed the seal has yet to show herself, and I can't figure out what she's thinking. With my strength, it wouldn't be difficult to forcibly break the seal, but I don't know if she's friend or foe. If I act rashly, it might bring disaster upon Ling'er, which would be a loss."

"Master is right."

Qin Quan nodded. "There's no rush. Ling'er just can't remember what happened ten years ago. Now that she recognizes me as her brother, it doesn't matter if she can't remember her childhood memories."

"Don't worry, with me here, no one can..."

Su Qingyan's expression changed drastically as she finished speaking. A deadly sense of crisis gripped her heart, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

"Oh no! Danger is approaching!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

Qin Quan and Ling Yuyan also felt that chilling sense of crisis.

The two exchanged a glance, and then took to the air.

Hong Feng and the three Golden Core cultivators, who were following Qin Ling to rest, also noticed something amiss.

Without the slightest hesitation, they all took to the air and caught up with the group ahead.

"Master Su, enemy attack!"

Hong Feng shouted a reminder, his divine sense instantly spreading out.

"They're supersonic missiles, two of them!"

Qin Quan's eyes narrowed, and his divine sense covered an area of ​​over a thousand miles, clearly capturing the trajectories of the two missiles.

"It's already at Mach 3, and it's still accelerating at the end; it'll soon break Mach 5!"

Everyone present was a master cultivator; even the weakest Core Formation cultivator's divine sense could cover 500 kilometers. Su Qingyan and Qin Quan's divine senses were even more terrifying, locking onto the missile's launch source in the blink of an eye.

"The launch site is a missile silo belonging to the White Eagle Alliance; the exhaust plumes haven't even cleared yet!"

Su Qingyan said coldly, her eyes filled with icy intent.

"Since they dared to provoke us, let them reap what they sow!"

Qin Quan gritted his teeth, his tone icy.

"Let's all work together to forcibly change the missile's trajectory and send it back to the White Eagle Alliance intact."

"no problem!"

Su Qingyan (suspected to be at the Nascent Soul stage), Qin Quan, along with three Golden Core cultivators and Hong Feng (peak Golden Core stage), all six attacked simultaneously, unleashing a surge of powerful spiritual energy.

Golden and cyan spiritual light intertwined, forming a huge spiritual energy shield.

In the blink of an eye, they caught up with the speeding missile and flew alongside it.

A torrent of spiritual energy surged into the light shield, enveloping the projectile tightly, as all six exerted their power simultaneously.

"Turn around."

"change……"

The six cultivators forcefully reversed the missile's trajectory and launched it towards the White Eagle Alliance's launch silo!

……

White Eagle Alliance Command Center.

The atmosphere was deathly silent.

The technicians stared at the monitor screen, watching the missile that was originally heading towards the Wind and Rain Tower suddenly change direction and return along the same path. They were immediately stunned.

"What happened? The missile is out of control?"

"Oh no, someone has forcibly altered the missile's flight path."

"Quickly! Modify the parameters and order the ground forces to intercept."

Everyone frantically typed on their keyboards, and the entire command center instantly descended into chaos.

"Damn it, the missile's ultimate target is our missile silos!"

"Report! Parameter coordinates cannot be changed! The missile has entered terminal acceleration, and its speed has exceeded Mach 5. There is simply no time to intercept it!"

"Damn it! What on earth is going on?!"

The person in charge slammed his fist on the table in anger, his face filled with despair.

"Immediately notify the launch silos to move all ammunition! Quickly!"

Someone shouted urgently.

"There are still dozens of spare warheads in the silo, which will be hit in 30 seconds. We simply don't have time to move them."

30 seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Faced with this result, everyone in the command center was at a loss.

On the screen, two missiles, trailing long blue flames, crashed into the launch silo with a piercing whistling sound, like the Grim Reaper descending.

boom!boom!

Two deafening roars echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, two enormous mushroom clouds shot straight into the sky, blotting out the sun.

The terrifying shockwave swept outwards from the launch silo, reaching all directions.

Wherever it passed, grass, trees, soil, rocks, and reinforced concrete buildings were reduced to dust, and two huge craters tens of meters deep were blasted into the ground.

The area within a radius of tens of kilometers was instantly razed to the ground, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

At the White Eagle Alliance headquarters, Chuan Te stared at the ruins on the monitor, trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot. He kicked over the table in front of him, scattering documents all over the floor.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

He roared, his voice distorted.

"They tried to steal a chicken but lost their own rice instead! They blew up their own missile silo! Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! I want the person primarily responsible to go to jail!"

"Yes, Alliance Leader!"

The subordinates trembled with fear and quickly obeyed the order to retreat, lest they incur Trump's wrath.