Farmer Girl Reborn: I Play the Pig and Eat the Tiger in the World of Immortal Cultivation

The smell of gunpowder has not yet dissipated, but another scent permeates the battlefield - sadness.

Allied soldiers were lying all over the ground, some were dying, and some had already stopped breathing.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, mixed with the groans of the wounded, forming a heartbreaking tragedy.

The atmosphere in the tent was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

The soldiers who lost their comrades wiped their weapons silently, their eyes filled with sadness and anger.

Yan Yue stood on the high platform, watching all this, feeling mixed emotions.

Although she won the victory, the heavy price she paid made her unhappy.

She took a deep breath and spoke loudly, "I know we've lost many brothers and sisters, and their sacrifice pains us deeply. However, we cannot wallow in sorrow! Although the evil forces have suffered a severe blow, their roots are deep and unyielding. If we don't completely eliminate them, they will sooner or later return. When that happens, there will be no peace between the immortal and demonic worlds!"

She paused, her eyes sweeping across the crowd, her tone firm: "So, we must cheer up and continue fighting! For our fallen comrades, for ourselves, and for the future of both the immortal and demon worlds!"

Nong Jin walked to Yan Yue, held her hand, and gave her silent support.

He looked around at everyone and shouted, "Yan Yue is right! We cannot be defeated by grief! We must turn our sorrow into strength, completely eliminate the evil forces, and avenge our fallen comrades!"

The demon remained silent. He looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground with a complicated look in his eyes.

He walked up to Nong Jin and whispered, "Immortal Emperor, the cost of this war is too high..."

Elder Qingfeng also came over and sighed, "Yes, we need to rest and redeploy..."

Ling Ji was busy treating the wounded. Her gentle voice and dexterous hands brought a touch of comfort to this sad land.

Yan Yue looked at everyone and suddenly felt uneasy.

She always felt that something was going to happen...

"What we need most right now," Yan Yue said, his tone carrying a barely perceptible solemnity, "is unity."

As soon as she finished speaking, a sharp voice suddenly rang out: "Unity? That sounds good! Why…"

The sharp voice came from a young and energetic disciple. He pointed at the demon shadow, not disguising the contempt in his eyes: "Why should the demons take away half of our resources? Have they put in any effort? I think they are just here to take advantage!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately resonated with the immortal cultivators, and many people echoed them, accusing the demons of reaping the benefits.

The demon's face darkened, and demonic energy surged around him. It seemed that a conflict was about to break out.

Elder Qingfeng quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Everyone, please be patient. Victory and defeat are common in the military. This great victory is largely due to the concerted efforts of the immortal and demonic realms..."

"Elder, although that is true, we cultivators suffered heavy casualties, while the demons were almost unscathed. How can this be convincing?" The disciple from before was still aggressive.

The immortal cultivators behind him also began to make noise, clamoring for the demons to hand over their resources.

Just as the situation was about to get out of control, Nong Jin took a step forward, and a powerful pressure instantly enveloped the entire venue, and the noisy noise came to an abrupt end.

He swept his gaze across the crowd with a fierce gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Victory or defeat will be determined after the battle, and rewards will be given according to merit. This is the rule established by this emperor. Anyone who dares to sow discord and disrupt the morale of the army again, do not blame this emperor for being ruthless!"

He paused, and his tone slowed down slightly, but he still spoke with unquestionable majesty: "The demon warriors fought bloody battles and killed countless enemies. The merits of this battle cannot be erased! The spoils of this battle will be distributed according to merit, with no partiality." Nong Jin then announced a new distribution plan, which not only took into account the losses of the cultivators, but also affirmed the contributions of the demons. It was clear and convincing.

Even if they were dissatisfied in their hearts, no one dared to refute him under Nong Jin's pressure.

Mo Ying looked at Nong Jin deeply, and the complex emotions in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a barely perceptible admiration.

After the commotion, the camp returned to peace, but Yan Yue's uneasiness grew stronger.

She quietly clenched the jade slip hidden in her sleeve, her fingertips trembling slightly.

In the dead of night, Yan Yue quietly left the tent...

She looked up at the starry sky and whispered, "It's time to start..."

Yan Yue quietly came to the tent of the wounded allied forces.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the tent onto her calm face, adding a touch of mystery.

She took out a few faintly fluorescent herbs from her sleeve, crushed them gently, and mixed them into the spiritual spring water that had been prepared long ago.

This was a special treatment she remembered from her previous life, which could quickly repair damaged meridians, stimulate potential, and help cultivators quickly recover their strength.

She walked to a seriously injured and unconscious young cultivator and slowly transferred the spiritual liquid into his body.

A magical thing happened. The young man, who originally had a weak breath, gradually became rosy-faced and his breathing became steady and strong.

An hour later, Yan Yue had helped dozens of wounded soldiers recover some of their strength, and even some lightly injured soldiers were able to walk.

This scene was seen by patrolling soldiers and the news quickly spread throughout the camp.

The members of the coalition forces respected Yan Yue's miraculous abilities even more, and looked at her with awe and gratitude in their eyes.

After Nong Jin finished dealing with military affairs, he immediately came to Yan Yue.

He looked at her busy body and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with concern.

"Yuer, thank you for your hard work." His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue.

Yan Yue looked up at him, the fatigue in her eyes disappeared, replaced by full of love and dependence.

"Jin, I'm fine. I'm happy to be able to help everyone." She gently held his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, and her heart was filled with strength.

In the distance, a figure was rapidly approaching the camp.

He held a jade slip tightly in his hand, his face solemn and his steps hurried.

"Immortal Emperor, something terrible is happening..."

The arrival of Elder Qingfeng broke the brief tranquility of the camp.

His face was solemn, a jade slip was tightly clenched in his hand, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Immortal Emperor, something terrible is happening!" He spoke in a hurried tone, a hint of panic barely concealed. "Scouts report that the remnants of the evil forces are rapidly gathering, and... they seem to have acquired some powerful defenses. Our spies can't get close!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the camp suddenly became solemn.

Nong Jin frowned, took the jade slip, and probed his spiritual sense into it.

The scene recorded in the jade slip made his heart sink: the originally scattered evil forces seemed to be gathered again by an invisible hand, and a fortress emitting strange light was built in a desolate land.

Around the fortress, a layer of energy barrier visible to the naked eye flickered, and any object that approached would be instantly bounced away.

"It seems that we underestimated their strength." Nong Jin said in a deep voice, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, "They must have received some powerful external assistance."

Yan Yue walked to Nong Jin, gently held his hand, and gave him silent support.

She frowned slightly and thought quickly about a solution.

"Jin, we must act quickly and not give them a chance to breathe."

Nong Jin nodded, his eyes firm: "Pass the order down, all troops assemble, set off immediately!"

After the order was issued, the coalition forces took quick action.

The wounded recovered some of their strength under Yan Yue's treatment and joined the team one after another.

The shadow looked at the coalition forces ready to go, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He walked up to Nong Jin and said in a deep voice, "Immortal Emperor, please allow my demon vanguard to lead the charge!"

Nong Jin patted Mo Ying's shoulder and said solemnly: "General Mo Ying, I believe you!"

The coalition forces marched towards the stronghold of evil forces in a mighty force.

The sky was overcast, and it was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

Yan Yue looked up at the sky, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

She always felt that something was going to happen...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past...

Yan Yue's expression changed, and he whispered, "Jin..."