Immortal Creation.

Chapter 708 Tian Shuang: Let me go and redeem people?

On the altar of white bones, Tian Shuang and Di Gui remained silent for a moment.

The Earth Demon immediately began calculating the losses.

They rely on their sect to issue missions, and the rewards for these missions are already quite substantial. This time, all the fellow cultivators from their sect were wiped out, so the bulk of the compensation will have to be sought from the person who issued the mission.

"A total of five Golden Core cultivators have died in battle. Among the other two Foundation Establishment cultivators, one even possesses inferior talent!"

This team is very strong and is well-known within the Soul Devouring Sect. It includes experienced veteran cultivators as well as young people with extraordinary potential.

I never imagined they would be so thoroughly defeated; not a single one of them escaped!
The Earth Demon calculated the answer and his face turned pale.

He lost a large portion of his fortune because of this.

Tian Shuang frowned deeply: "In that case, I'm afraid we won't have any solutions for the Ning family in the short term."

Both of them are powerful Nascent Soul level experts with renowned reputations. If they were to personally take action, it would inevitably challenge the nerves of the Southern Bean Kingdom and create conflict between super powers.

The involvement of the two demons from heaven and earth in the battle of Qianfeng Forest is a special case and not common.

That's why they issued the mission, sending Golden Core cultivators to cause trouble for the Ning family.

This level of cultivation isn't enough to warrant the attention of a cultivation nation. From a national perspective, there are countless Golden Core cultivators, and with a few exceptions, they are generally not given much attention.

The Soul Devouring Sect was unaware of the secret alliance between the Ning family and the Zhu family, the royal family of Nan Dou Kingdom. If the Twin Ghosts of Heaven and Earth knew this, they would never have allowed this small group of cultivators to accept their mission and travel to Nan Dou Kingdom.

"I don't know where that little thief Ning Zhuo has run off to. Damn it, we can't control the Ning family, what should we do?"

"Let alone our compensation, even if we had enough funds, I'm afraid that even Golden Core cultivators within the sect wouldn't dare to take on the task of dealing with the Ning family in the short term."

Just as the two demons were in a dilemma, a Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly descended from the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, our sect has an urgent mission!"

Tian Shuang shook her head subconsciously: "We still have things to do!"

The two were the top talents in the sect at the Nascent Soul stage, holding extraordinary status, and not all missions were accepted by them.

Tian Shuang hated Ning Zhuo intensely. Ning Zhuo hadn't just taken almost all of his wealth; he had humiliated him beyond measure. To this day, Di Gui still frequently mocked him about it.

Just thinking about it makes me angry!

"We must avenge this!" Tian Shuang wished she could stand in front of Ning Zhuo right now, strike him hard, tear him to pieces, peel off his bones and skin, and torture him a hundred times over.

He, a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, was actually trampled underfoot by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator.

I can't get through this until I've vented my anger!

Seeing Tian Shuang's refusal, the Nascent Soul cultivator sighed, "Fellow Daoists, there are special circumstances that led the sect to send me here specifically to deliver this message."

"The sect specifically requested that you two be assigned this task."

Tian Shuang snorted coldly: "Which high-ranking official is so inconsiderate of their subordinates? You should know that we also have our own backers."

A fellow disciple of the Nascent Soul stage mentioned a name: "It's Master Yin Yao."

Tian Shuang and Di Gui's expressions changed slightly at the same time.

Master Yin Yao is a master of divination, possessing the cultivation level of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and wields a powerful magic treasure within the Soul Devouring Sect. He rarely speaks, but when he does, his predictions are almost always accurate.

The Earth Ghost immediately asked, "What important matter could have moved Master Yin Yao to speak personally?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator said, "It concerns the White Paper Immortal City."

"The damp and murky swamp is an excellent blessed land for our Soul Devouring Sect, but unfortunately it has already been occupied by someone else."

The two ghosts nodded slightly. Of course, they knew this place and that the sect had always coveted this treasure land.

The Nascent Soul fellow disciple added, "The unprecedented ghost tide attack that White Paper Immortal City suffered before was caused by the power of the Wangchuan Underworld."

"Our sect has discovered this secret, and we want to use it against them. First, we want to make the Wangchuan Underworld overthrow the White Paper Immortal City, and then send a large force to clean up the mess, so that the entire Immortal City and even the Yin-Damp Black Swamp will be under our sect's control."

"The mission has failed."

"The Bone Tomb Taoist who was in charge of this task has not yet returned."

"He's missing."

"However, his soul lamp is still burning quietly."

The Nascent Soul cultivator paused for a moment, then continued, "In order to investigate the inside story of this matter and to find the Nascent Soul cultivators within the sect, the sect has been making inquiries from various sources."

"The effect was not good."

"This great battle, on the contrary, gave Lord Baizhi the opportunity to vigorously eliminate dissidents."

"The previous City-Overthrowing Alliance, whose leaders all lost their lives."

"The sect had no choice but to ask a cultivator to perform divination. Unexpectedly, this matter touched Mr. Yin Yao, who took the initiative to perform divination."

Heavenly Frost and Earthly Ghost listened quietly.

The Nascent Soul cultivator spoke again: "Master Yin Yao has calculated that the Bone Tomb Daoist has been captured, and the sect needs to pay a hefty ransom to bring him back."

"This matter could be big or small, but it is extremely important to the Soul Devouring Sect."

"Master Yin Yao also calculated that the two of you are the most suitable candidates in the entire sect to redeem the prisoners."

"Therefore, he hopes that the two of you will make a trip and treat the cultivators who captured the Bone Tomb Daoist with kindness and courtesy, and never be arrogant or angry."

"If this matter is not handled properly, it could very well affect the overall situation of the entire sect!"

Upon hearing this, the two ghosts of Heaven and Earth understood the seriousness of the matter. Their faces turned solemn, and they both expressed their determination to follow Master Yin Yao's instructions, negotiate with the other party in a polite manner, and try to redeem the Bone Tomb Taoist.

The Nascent Soul disciple said, "You two must remember that when handling this matter, you should try your best to win over the other party, or at least not let them harbor any further resentment."

"You two should consider the overall perspective of the sect and not lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of trivial matters."

The Earth Ghost nodded silently.

Tian Shuang patted her chest and said confidently, "Please rest assured, sect! Who am I, Tian Shuang? I've done this kind of mission countless times, don't I know the key points?"

"Since Earth Ghost and I are traveling on behalf of the sect, we will definitely consider the overall situation. Please rest assured, sect!!"

Tian Shuang was quite decisive and gave her a guarantee on the spot.

Seeing the two men's resolute expressions, the Nascent Soul cultivator took out a jade slip: "This is the mission details. Please feel free to speak your mind if you have any questions."

The two ghosts of heaven and earth channeled their divine sense to examine the contents.

The Earth Demon raised an eyebrow: "Flying Cloud Kingdom, Dragon Loach Mountain?"

Tian Shuang: "If you want us to go abroad, are the travel permits ready? After all, we are both well-known and outstanding at the Nascent Soul level."

The Earth Ghost nodded and chimed in, "Without a travel permit, I'm afraid it might arouse the vigilance and reaction of the Flying Cloud Kingdom."

The Nascent Soul cultivator shook his head: "You two are representing your sect, secretly redeeming people. How can you use travel permits and such? How can you openly enter and exit the country?"

The Earth Demon nodded again: "I understand."

Tian Shuang laughed heartily: "Don't worry, we will definitely handle this matter!"

Two countries.

General Mu's Mansion.

Mulan had been in seclusion for over a month, and now the final crucial moment of her cultivation had arrived.

The female general sat cross-legged, her mind focusing on her dantian, where two military branches were facing off.

The Red Flower troops are massive, resembling a giant flower. On the other side, the Blood Tide Crossbowmen are a tightly knit and extremely stubborn unit.

“The time has come.” Mulan immersed her entire being in the Red Flower Army. In an instant, she arrived at a city. Thousands of petals, like armor, overlapped one another, forming a city of sixty years. The stems and veins, like halberds, pierced through the four directions. When Mulan climbed the city wall, her heart, like a crimson-gold military banner, fluttered in the wind.

Another location, representing the Blood Tide Crossbowmen, is a low-lying river embankment.

Behind the dike, the tide roared like fury. Squads of blood-armored crossbowmen were half-hidden in the tide. The crossbows gleamed coldly like the back of a fish, and the bowstrings trembled lightly like raindrops. They were about to fire, but their aura was as solid as iron.

Without a commander, no military flag is displayed in the ranks of the Blood Tide Crossbowmen.

Mulan's expression was extremely solemn as she slowly raised her hand.

Within her dantian, the Red Flower Dharma Image moved its enormous body, rising from the ground and directly enveloping the Blood Tide Crossbow Army.

What Mulan saw was that the distance between Red Flower City and Blood Embankment had been reduced to the closest possible, and the two sides were engaged in fierce fighting.

The Blood Tide Crossbowmen knelt in the front ranks, while the rear ranks raised their crossbows, unleashing a volley of arrows. Countless bolts rained down, their sharp tips piercing through the city walls like beehives.

Even though Mulan had gained a deep understanding of the Blood Tide Crossbow unit during her period of seclusion and intensive training, she was still slightly shaken by the powerful offensive unleashed by this unit.

Behind Mulan, military flags waved fiercely, and brand-new city walls were erected. At the same time, a large number of red flower buds sprouted, spread, and covered the blood-red embankment.

Mulan presided over the Red Flower Dharma Assembly, but the Blood Tide Repeating Crossbow unit was left without a leader. There was a qualitative difference between the two!

More than an hour later.

The Red Flower Army completely absorbed the Blood Tide Crossbow Army. While fiercely fighting each other, they were also wearing each other down, tempering and integrating each other.

The newly formed Red Flower Army is even stronger; its previous pale red color has become deeper and more solemn, as if it has undergone a baptism of blood and fire.

The tip of each petal becomes incredibly sharp, like an arrowhead.

"I succeeded!"

Mulan's seated body trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

At that moment, a flash of blood-red light appeared in the depths of her eyes.

Mulan felt a sense of unease and subconsciously looked north.

In her perception, in the far north, there were two small groups of Red Flower Army forces, very weak, faintly echoing her own army.

The sensation vanished instantly, but Mulan had already realized what was happening.

"This is the power of the Red Flower Dharma Image. It should be the two miniature Dharma Images that I captured Lin You and Wu Hen and handed over to Young Master Ning Zhuo."

"Strange, how could they last so long? Normally, half a month should be enough to exhaust them."

Mulan immediately thought of the answer.

"Yes."

"During this seclusion, in order to successfully integrate the Blood Tide Crossbow unit, I used national strength bricks to strengthen the Red Flower unit in advance."

"As the source is strengthened, the power of the external manifestation also increases and becomes more enduring."

"I wonder how Young Master Ning Zhuo is doing? Is his travels more exciting than those in Thousand Peaks Forest?"

"And... have other women appeared with him?"

Mulan pondered for a moment, then quickly gathered her thoughts.

She was not the kind of woman who was easily swayed by others. Her thoughts turned to the main point: "Although the campaign against Qianfeng Forest was unsuccessful, I was able to stabilize the situation in the General's Mansion because of my meritorious service."

"I didn't earn many battle merits. But... Prince Qiming gifted me the Blood Tide Repeating Crossbow unit."

Prince Qiming was very old and held a prestigious position in both countries, so he basically did not participate in ordinary political affairs.

The sudden granting of a military branch to Mulan has truly stunned the entire political arena of both countries.

Mu Lan's meritorious service barely stabilized the situation at General Mu's mansion. Prince Qiming's assistance, representing his high regard for General Mu's mansion, completely changed Mu Lan's predicament.

Now, no matter which faction, high-ranking official, or even the emperor, dares to underestimate General Mu's mansion.

Mulan was puzzled by Prince Qiming's actions and immediately raised questions.

Prince Qiming explained to her that this was the conclusion he reached after seeing a light in his eyes and divining accordingly—supporting General Mu's mansion would benefit both countries.

Prince Qiming did not possess any knowledge of divination or fortune-telling, but he had a peculiar talent called "Blind Light at Night's End."

Prince Qiming was born blind, his vision perpetually shrouded in darkness. Whenever light appeared in this darkness, he would have a premonition, sensing that he was facing a crucial decision. This decision would have a profound impact on his future.

"In short, for now, this is a good thing for my General's Mansion."

"As for the price we'll have to pay in the future, we'll talk about that later."

Mulan pushed open the stone door of the training room.

The Red Flower Army's foundation has been greatly strengthened, and a brand-new troop type has been added. She can't wait to start training troops now, to train Blood Tide Crossbowmen, to increase the strength of the entire Red Flower Camp.

Myriad Phenomena Sect.

It's very lively today.

Registration for the Feiyun Conference has officially begun.

Ning Zhuo arrived at the nearest registration point, and looking down from the clouds, he saw the queue stretching from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain.

The registration area at the top of the mountain was packed with people, bustling with noise and chaos.

Disciples of menial duties, outer disciples, inner disciples, and so on, relied on their status within the sect to cut in line, causing this chaos.

The real queue consists of cultivators from outside the Myriad Manifestations Sect.

Ning Zhuo did not queue, but waited for a short while.

"Brother Ning!" Shen Xi arrived on time and met up with Ning Zhuo.

Behind him was naturally his cousin, Su Lingkou.

“Come on, I have connections here, we can sign up directly.” Shen Xi comes from the Shen family of Jiugong Immortal City and has connections.

Ning Zhuo nodded and landed directly on the mountaintop with Shen Xi.

"Make way, everyone." Shen Xi pushed through the crowd.

The cultivator in charge of registration immediately stood up to greet Shen Xi.

Shen Xi's relationship with the cultivators was obviously extraordinary. Seeing this, the cultivators who had been complaining slightly fell silent and tacitly made way for him.

Ning Zhuo, Shen Xi, and Su Lingkou arrived at the registration area.

This is just a makeshift thatched hut.

The cultivator sat down again, took out a blank wooden plaque, and explained, "The sect has rules that all cultivators participating in the Flying Cloud Assembly must register in person and have their identity plaques made on the spot."

"Therefore, please forgive me, all three of you."

Shen Xi said politely.

The monk asked, "Name?"

Shen Xi, however, reached out his hand to Ning Zhuo, politely declining and indicating that the latter should go first.

Ning Zhuo then said, "Ning Zhuo."

As he spoke, he gathered his magical power and wrote his name in mid-air.

The cultivator glanced at the name formed by his magical power, then immediately carved the two characters "Ning Zhuo" on the wooden plaque. He then stood up, held the plaque in both hands, and handed it to Ning Zhuo.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, registration is now closed. Please keep your token safe."

(End of this chapter)