Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

Hearing Xue Tianhan's words, everyone nodded in agreement. After a heated discussion, a detailed joint defense plan was finally formulated, and each sect also clarified its respective responsibilities and tasks.

After the conference concluded successfully, Xue Tianhan did not immediately return to Lingxu Sect. Instead, he stayed with several sect leaders and elders to continue discussing some details. They did not conclude the meeting until late at night.

Xue Tianhan walked out of the conference hall alone, stood in the courtyard, and looked up at the night sky.

The stars twinkled, the moon hung high in the sky, yet his heart was filled with worry. He knew that Lingxu Sect was on the brink of this chaotic world, and if they were not careful, they would be doomed.

"I hope our efforts can bring peace and tranquility, and restore the world to its former prosperity." Xue Tianhan whispered to himself, his eyes revealing a hint of firmness and determination.

The next morning, Xue Tianhan led several capable disciples and others from the Kunlun Sect on their journey home.

Along the way, he repeatedly thought about every detail of the auxiliary defense plan and constantly improved his strategy.

He knew that the coming days would be the most difficult time for Lingxu Sect, but he firmly believed that as long as everyone worked together, they would be able to overcome the difficulties and welcome the arrival of dawn...

"Tianhan, has your uncle's clone contacted you recently?" asked the head of Kunlun who was traveling with them.

"No, she said she went to do something arranged by me." Xue Tianhan's heart moved, and he vaguely felt that Xiao Qi's clone's trip might be related to this chaotic world.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Xiao Qi has always been mysterious. Her clone may have gone out this time to gather some key intelligence or to find a force that can help us."

The Kunlun Sect Leader nodded and said solemnly, "I hope so. The situation is complicated right now, and any little help could be the difference between victory and defeat. When we return, we must intensify our preparations to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

The two walked and talked, each thinking about their next response strategy.

After returning to Lingxu Sect, Xue Tianhan immediately summoned the core disciples, conveyed the results of the alliance conference and the next plan in detail, and emphasized the importance of confidentiality.

"The world is not at peace. Each of us must be highly alert and not slack off in the slightest." Xue Tianhan's voice echoed in the hall. The disciples nodded one after another, with a determined light flashing in their eyes.

In the days that followed, the entire Lingxu Sect entered a state of intense preparation for war. Disciples practiced diligently day and night, while the elders constantly deduced formations and tactics, striving for perfection in every aspect.

However, just as everyone was busy, an unexpected news came: Tianfeng Pavilion sent an envoy to Lingxu Sect to ask to see Xue Tianhan.

Xue Tianhan's heart trembled, and he immediately realized that this matter was of great importance. He quickly called the elders together to discuss countermeasures, and ultimately decided to meet with the Tianfeng Pavilion envoy in the main hall.

The one who came was Feng Yi's clone, dressed in a luxurious robe and with a beautiful face. After entering the hall, his eyes were like torches, and he looked around, finally landing on Xue Tianhan, and said, "Xue Tianhan, let's not beat around the bush.

"Now that the Yellow Turbans are causing chaos and the world is in turmoil, I'm willing to put aside our personal grudges and join forces with the Lingxu Sect to jointly address this crisis. What do you think?"

Xue Tianhan pondered inwardly, knowing Feng Yi was anxious. However, she had been wanting to capture him to threaten Xiao Qi, so she probably had other ulterior motives. He remained expressionless, pondering for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry, but our Lingxu Sect has always maintained a neutral stance and doesn't easily get involved in external disputes. This matter requires further consideration."

Feng Yi's clone frowned, a hint of threat in his tone: "Xue Tianhan, this is your only chance. The situation is critical now. If you and your Lingxu Sect are willing to help me, I swear I will never trouble you and Xiaoqi again. But if you hesitate again, don't blame me for being ruthless in the future."

A cold light flashed in Xue Tianhan's eyes, but his tone remained calm: "Don't worry, Xiao Qi and I are not pushovers."

Seeing Xue Tianhan's firm attitude, Feng Yi's clone knew that it was useless to say anything more, so he could only snort coldly and turn away.

Looking at the departing figure of Feng Yi's clone, Xue Tianhan sighed inwardly. The intervention of Tianfeng Pavilion undoubtedly made the situation in this chaotic world even more confusing.

"It seems that we must be more cautious in order to remain invincible in the game among multiple forces." Xue Tianhan said to the elders beside him. Everyone nodded, their hearts filled with worry and expectation about the future.

From the moment Feng Yi's clone left, Lingxu Sect seemed to be shrouded in a solemn atmosphere, and everyone from top to bottom entered a state of high alert.

Xue Tianhan's heart is as clear as a mirror. He knows that in this chaotic chess game, every move of Tianfeng Pavilion may hide unknown calculations. There must be an intricate, far-reaching and unpredictable plan behind it, which is definitely not just covered by the seemingly simple cooperation proposal on the surface.

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The world at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty was like a dilapidated boat tottering in the stormy waves, with its future uncertain.

The Tianfeng Pavilion controlled by Feng Yi has long had absolute control over the court, causing the government to be in chaos and filled with mist.

Loyal and capable people were ruthlessly suppressed and pushed to the margins of the court, unable to realize their ambitions; while treacherous and wicked people ran rampant and disrupted the government.

Those monarchs who succeeded to the throne at a young age were nothing more than puppets manipulated by the Tianfeng Pavilion. They had the title of emperor but no real ability to govern the country. In desperation, they could only rely on the power of eunuchs to try to regain the right to rule the country, which triggered a protracted, cruel and fierce dispute between relatives and eunuchs.

This struggle was like a raging fire, ruthlessly devouring the foundation of the Han Dynasty and making the government increasingly corrupt and decadent. It was like a patient with a terminal illness, who was beyond cure, and even if Bian Que were reborn, he would be powerless to save him.

The situation among the people was even more miserable. The powerful forces took advantage of the country's turmoil and annexed land like hungry wolves. Countless people lost their homes and were forced to be displaced and wander around.

Their lives fell into an endless abyss of suffering, with people unable to eat or wear clothes. The miserable situation of people's livelihood could be seen everywhere, as if it were purgatory on earth.

In 184 AD, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was like a volcanic eruption. The surging magma instantly swept across a large area. Its momentum was like a prairie fire, swift and unstoppable, and it dealt a heavy and fatal blow to the already precarious Eastern Han Dynasty.

The imperial court panicked and ordered each state and county to recruit soldiers on their own to suppress the uprising, but it did not expect that this move would open Pandora's box and release the ferocious local forces.

Local tyrants took the opportunity to recruit soldiers and build their own armies, which laid the seeds for the future warlords' infighting and plunged the land into deeper chaos and despair.

In the first year of Chuping, Dong Zhuo's rebellion came to the world like a nightmare.

Dong Zhuo was like a brutal and cruel beast. He led the ferocious Xiliang cavalry into the capital like a hurricane and acted recklessly in the capital.

He arbitrarily deposed and enthroned emperors, completely disregarding the dignity of the Han Dynasty. He burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of atrocities. Wherever he went, it was turned into ruins and the people suffered.

The dignity of the Han Dynasty was completely destroyed by his evil deeds, and the power of the Han court fell into the hands of others, like a ship without a helmsman, drifting on the vast ocean.

From then on, the bloody curtain of warlords' fighting in the late Eastern Han Dynasty was officially opened. The lives of the people seemed to be in a hell of fire and water. Their lives were as fragile as a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any time. The whole world fell into endless darkness and chaos, with no glimmer of hope.

After Dong Zhuo was killed, in the first year of Jian'an (196 AD), Cao Cao, the deputy head of Tianfeng Pavilion, welcomed Emperor Xian of Han and moved the capital to Xuchang.

On the surface, Cao Cao seemed to be supporting the Han Dynasty and doing things that were loyal to the emperor and patriotic, but in reality he was "using the emperor to command the princes", keeping Emperor Xian of Han firmly in his own hands and making him a puppet.

Relying on the name of the emperor, Cao Cao wantonly expanded his sphere of influence and used all means to achieve his political ambitions, making the already complicated situation even more confusing.

In this situation of turmoil in the human world and chaos in the world, the world of immortal cultivation could not escape and was drawn into the vortex of this chaotic world.

The rise of the Yellow Turban Religion is closely linked to the turbulent situation in the mortal world, like a poisonous ivy, taking root in the soil of troubled times and growing wildly.

There seems to be a mysterious and powerful force behind it, trying to gain greater benefits in this chaotic world, and even has the ambition to subvert the order of the entire world of cultivation. It is like a dark cloud, covering the sky above the world of cultivation.

The various perverse and evil deeds committed by Tianfeng Pavilion in the mortal world have also made Xue Tianhan and others deeply suspicious and vigilant about its intentions in the world of immortal cultivation. It is as if they are walking in the dark, always on guard against enemies hiding in the shadows.

Under the leadership of Xue Tianhan, the Lingxu Sect raced against time to intensify its preparations for war. The disciples practiced their skills day and night, not daring to slack off even for a moment. The elders, in their secret rooms, worked tirelessly to deduce various ingenious formations and tactics, striving to stand out in the upcoming war and contribute their own strength to protecting the safety of the sect.

At the same time, they closely watched every change in the situation in the mortal world, because they knew very well that the turmoil in the mortal world was like a butterfly effect, which would inevitably cause huge waves in the world of immortal cultivation and affect the entire pattern of the world of immortal cultivation.

However, peaceful days are always short-lived, like a flash in the pan.

One day, a spy hurried back to Lingxu Sect. Without taking a rest, he hurriedly reported a shocking news to Xue Tianhan: Tianfeng Pavilion has been in frequent contact with some small and medium-sized sects in the world of immortal cultivation recently. Its whereabouts are sneaky, and it seems that it is secretly planning an ulterior conspiracy.

Xue Tianhan's worries grew after he learned of the Tianfeng Pavilion's covert contacts with smaller sects. He knew that in these turbulent times, any slight disturbance could trigger a catastrophic storm. So, he once again summoned the elders to discuss countermeasures.