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The mountain wind was howling, making his clothes rustle in the snow. He stared at the unknown darkness in the distance with his eyes as sharp as torches, silently thinking about how to deal with it.

Suddenly, a dark figure, like a ghost, sprinted from the foot of the mountain and arrived in front of Xue Tianhan in an instant. The figure knelt on one knee, clasping his hands in a salute. It was none other than the elite spy Xue Tianhan had sent earlier.

"Reporting to the Acting Sect Master, I have gathered some information. Those unidentified cultivators seem to have a close connection with the Yellow Turban Cult, but they are not pure Yellow Turban followers.

Judging from their conversation and the aura of their cultivation techniques, there are many wandering cultivators and monks from small sects. These people were either promised great benefits by the Yellow Turban Cult or bewitched by its radical teachings, and thus gathered together."

The spy spoke breathlessly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. It was obvious that he had been rushing all the way here and did not dare to stop for even a moment.

Xue Tianhan nodded slightly, his expression solemn: "Continue to investigate and report any new developments immediately."

The spy took the order and left, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the Lingxu Sect's defensive formation has been fully activated, with flashing light and flowing runes, like an indestructible fortress.

The disciples, holding weapons, stood neatly in their respective positions, their eyes revealing determination and resoluteness.

Senior Sister Huang Yan came to Xue Tianhan's side and said softly, "Junior Brother Tianhan, I have arranged for some disciples to set a trap in the dense forest behind the sect, just in case they suddenly attack from the rear."

Xue Tianhan turned to look at his senior sister, his eyes full of admiration: "Senior sister, you are thoughtful. This is very good."

While the two were talking, the group of monks at the foot of the mountain began to take action.

A middle-aged man in a black robe and holding a staff walked out of their team. He had a sinister look in his eyes and exuded an evil aura.

"Listen up, everyone from Lingxu Sect. We are here today for only one thing. Hand over the magic weapons and secret manuals of your sect, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!" The black-robed man shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the valley, making people's eardrums hurt.

Xue Tianhan snorted coldly, as if a biting cold wind was blowing through, and responded loudly:

"This is absolutely ridiculous! My Lingxu Sect has been passed down for hundreds of years and has gone through many hardships. How could we easily compromise with despicable and shameless villains like you? If you have the guts, just come at me! I want to see what you are capable of!"

The black-robed man's face instantly turned gloomy, like the sky before an approaching storm. He swung the staff in his hand violently, like a streak of black lightning.

In an instant, the monks behind him were like a group of crazy beasts, shouting and roaring, rushing towards Lingxu Sect like a tide, like a surging black wave, about to completely submerge Lingxu Sect.

For a moment, the shouts and sounds were like surging waves, rising one after another, and the magic lights were like gorgeous fireworks, intertwined with the flashes of swords and shadows, as if a tragic and heroic war picture was slowly unfolding before the eyes.

The disciples of Lingxu Sect were not afraid to retreat. Relying on their extremely solid defensive formation and superb martial arts, they stubbornly repelled wave after wave of fierce attacks from the enemy, standing like an indestructible reef in the midst of the storm.

However, the enemy's numbers were so large that they resembled a dense swarm of locusts, and their offensive was like surging waves, one after another, never stopping.

Gradually, the disciples of Lingxu Sect also began to feel the heavy pressure, as if they were carrying a heavy burden, and even their breathing became heavy.

Seeing this, Xue Tianhan's eyes suddenly became cold, as if the stars in the cold night were flashing with cold light. The long sword in his hand was like a silver lightning across the night sky. With a sudden swing, an extremely sharp sword energy burst out like a raging mountain torrent, slashing towards the enemy in the front.

Wherever the sword energy went, the enemies fell down like fragile scarecrows, like fallen leaves swept by the wind, which immediately relieved a lot of pressure for the disciples, as if a sweet rain had fallen on the long-dry earth.

"Everyone stay calm and don't panic! Follow my command!" Xue Tianhan shouted loudly like a majestic general, his voice resounding through the sky.

At the same time, his figure flashed, like a black shadow, rushing into the enemy camp swiftly. The long sword in his hand was like a nimble dragon, moving freely in the enemy camp. Blood splattered wherever he passed, like a blooming red lotus, sad and tragic.

Senior Sister Huang Yan is no less capable than any man. The magic weapon in her hand seems to be given life, and instantly turns into a brilliant and colorful ray of light, like a lively ribbon, rolling towards the enemy.

Wherever the rosy light reached, the enemies seemed to be bound by an invisible net, unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as the disciples of Lingxu Sect beheaded them, like lambs to be slaughtered, without any power to resist.

Junior Brother Ling Feng was even more brave and fearless. The long sword in his hand was like a sharp lightning, and the sword flowers flashed all the way, like a dazzling galaxy. He defeated the opponent like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and the army was completely defeated.

Under the heroic leadership of Xue Tianhan, Senior Sister Huang Yan and Junior Brother Ling Feng, the disciples of Lingxu Sect seemed to have been injected with a shot of adrenaline. Their morale was greatly boosted, and they gradually stabilized their position like a raging fire, like a ship in a storm that had found a safe haven.

The two sides were like two fighting tigers, locked in an extremely fierce stalemate. The battle was like an endless nightmare that lasted for an entire night.

Until dawn, the sky in the east turned pale, like a layer of gauze gently covering the earth. Seeing that they could not take the city after a long time of attack and had suffered heavy losses, the monks finally decided to retreat like a group of defeated roosters, and slowly receded like the tide.

The black-robed man glanced at the Lingxu Sect with resentment, like a wounded wolf, and said with gritted teeth, "I'll let you go today, but I'll come back another day and show you how powerful we are!"

After saying this, he fled in a panic with the remaining defeated soldiers, like a stray dog, leaving behind a devastated battlefield, like ruins ravaged by war, telling of the tragedy and cruelty of last night.

The disciples of Lingxu Sect cheered as they left, but Xue Tianhan's face showed no sign of relief. He knew that this was just the beginning of troubled times, and that Lingxu Sect would face many more challenges and crises in the days ahead.

"All disciples, listen up, clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded. Elders, follow me back to the main hall to discuss the next countermeasures." Xue Tianhan said loudly, his voice full of fatigue and determination.

Everyone obeyed the order and left. Lingxu Sect gradually returned to peace, but beneath this calm, there was a sense of depression and unease that seemed to be brewing...

A few days later, news came from the martial arts world that the Yellow Turbans were becoming increasingly powerful. Not only were they inciting people to revolt in various places, they were also colluding with some evil-minded immortal cultivation sects in an attempt to overthrow the existing Eastern Han Dynasty and establish a new order dominated by themselves.

Xue Tianhan was filled with worry when he heard the news. He knew that if the Yellow Turban Cult was allowed to continue in this way, not only the mortal world, but also the entire world of immortal cultivation would be plunged into an endless catastrophe.

Therefore, he decided to send some capable disciples to various places to collect intelligence, and at the same time get in touch with other righteous sects to discuss strategies to deal with the Yellow Turban Religion.

Before the disciples set off, Xue Tianhan gathered them in the main hall and said solemnly, "This mission is arduous, so you must be cautious. When gathering intelligence, you must not reveal your identity or whereabouts. When interacting with other sects, you must remain humble and polite, but you must also adhere to the position and principles of our Lingxu Sect."

Remember, your every move is related to the safety of Lingxu Sect and the fate of the entire cultivation world."

The disciples responded in unison: "We will obey the orders of the Sect Master!"

Looking at these young and resolute faces, Xue Tianhan felt both relieved and a little worried. He prayed silently, hoping they would return safely and bring useful news and hope to the Lingxu Sect...

After a few more days, the disciples who had gone out brought back news one after another.

According to them, the situation in various places has become extremely chaotic, the people are living in dire straits, and the power of the Yellow Turban Sect is like weeds, which cannot be burned out and will grow again in the spring breeze.

In order to protect themselves, many small sects chose to rely on the Yellow Turban Sect. Only a few large sects, such as the Kunlun Sect, the Tianshan Sect, and the Bihai Sect, still maintained neutrality.

Xue Tianhan's heart grew heavier as he heard his disciples' reports. He knew the direction of this chaotic world. The Yellow Turban Rebellion was unstoppable. Although the Lingxu Sect had some foundation, the slightest misstep could lead to irretrievable destruction.

Therefore, he ordered to strengthen the sect's vigilance, not only increasing the number of disciples on patrol, but also further improving the defensive formation, striving to be foolproof.

However, the situation always develops unexpectedly. Just as Xue Tianhan was racking his brains to deal with the Yellow Turban Religion, some disturbing news came from the world of martial arts.

Some of the most prestigious sects actually began to speak for the Yellow Turbans, claiming that the rise of the Yellow Turbans was in accordance with the will of heaven and that their purpose was to overthrow the corrupt Eastern Han Dynasty and establish a new order that was more fair and just.

As soon as these remarks came out, they immediately caused an uproar in the world of immortal cultivation.

Xue Tianhan was deeply worried about this, and he called the elders together to discuss the matter.

In the hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as the oppression before a storm. An elder asked worriedly, "Why are these major sects suddenly supporting the Yellow Turbans? Could it be that they have some hidden secret with the Yellow Turbans?"

Another elder frowned and analyzed, "Perhaps the Yellow Turbans promised them lucrative benefits, or perhaps they saw the decline of the Eastern Han Dynasty and wanted to seize the opportunity to gain greater power and territory."

Xue Tianhan pondered for a moment and then slowly said, “No matter what their purpose is, our Lingxu Sect must not get involved in the disputes of the imperial court.

Our primary mission is to protect the sect’s disciples and cultivation resources and to survive in this chaotic world.

We must remain vigilant against those major sects that support the Yellow Turbans, but we must not easily make enemies with them.

After all, in these troubled times, one more enemy is worse than one more friend."

The elders nodded in agreement.