Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

No. 3 was delighted when he heard this and quickly said, "Uncle Emperor is straightforward. Please follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and led the way in front, while Guan Yu and Zhang Fei followed closely behind Liu Bei. The three of them remained vigilant and moved forward towards central Shu.

Along the way, No. 3 introduced the customs and culture of Shuzhong and some information about Fairy Xiaoqi to Liu Bei from time to time, trying to dispel the doubts of Liu Bei and others.

Liu Bei was thinking about what kind of situation he would face when he went to Shuzhong this time. Would it be an opportunity or a trap? Everything was still unknown...

When everyone arrived in Shu, Xiao Qi's clone had been waiting at the city gate for a long time.

Seeing Liu Bei and his entourage approach, Xiao Qi's clone stepped forward to greet them with a smile, "Uncle Emperor, I have long heard of your great name. The world is in turmoil right now, and the people are in dire straits. Xiao Qi has taken the liberty of inviting you here because we truly want to discuss a plan and find a way out for all of humanity."

Seeing Xiao Qi's clone's extraordinary temperament and sincere words, Liu Bei immediately felt a liking for her and said, "Fairy, you are too polite. I would like to hear more about it."

Xiao Qi's clone analyzed the current complex situation in the world of immortal cultivation and the mortal world one by one, mentioning the ambitions of Cao Cao and others in Tianfeng Pavilion, the Yellow Turban Sect that was eyeing them covetously, and the usefulness of Lu Bu.

After hearing this, Liu Bei stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "What the fairy said is quite true, but this Lü Bu is fickle and keeping him around may cause trouble in the future."

Xiao Qi's clone smiled and said, "Uncle, rest assured. With cultivators like us by your side, Lu Bu will surely be able to be used to our advantage. Furthermore, the various forces in the mortal world are now balancing each other, and the situation is complex. If we can unite the power of the immortal cultivators and integrate their resources, we may be able to quell the war soon and restore peace to the people."

After everyone settled down in Shu temporarily, Xiao Qi's clone arranged for monks to assist Liu Bei in training soldiers and horses and taught him some simple methods of using spiritual power.

On the training ground, under the careful guidance of the monks, the soldiers carefully learned how to guide spiritual power to strengthen themselves.

I saw a stream of spiritual power injected into the soldiers' bodies. Their muscles bulged instantly, their veins popped out, and their strength increased greatly. The weapons that were originally slightly heavy became light as a feather in their hands, and they swung their swords and knives more powerfully. For a moment, the training ground was filled with shouts of killing, and the momentum was magnificent.

Lü Bu watched from the side, feeling both surprised and envious. He took the initiative to ask Xiao Qi's clone for advice: "Fairy, I, Lü Bu, only have martial arts skills. Now that I have witnessed the wonders of spiritual power, I hope you can give me some guidance."

Xiao Qi's clone nodded in agreement and began to patiently teach Lü Bu how to sense and concentrate spiritual energy. Lü Bu was quite talented and very diligent, so he quickly mastered some of the basic techniques and his strength reached a new level.

When Cao Cao of Tianfeng Pavilion learned that Lü Bu had been rescued and Liu Bei was missing, he flew into a rage. He paced back and forth in the tent, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of the people, and shouted angrily: "A bunch of useless people, you can't even keep an eye on one person!"

All the generals under his command were silent, with their heads lowered, not daring to look directly into Cao Cao's angry eyes.

However, No. 3 and his men hid in Shu and had spiritual protection. Although Cao's army searched everywhere, they could not find their trace for a while.

Cao Cao was secretly resentful, but he had no choice but to reorganize his troops and think about his next plan.

The situation in the world of immortal cultivation and the mortal world is becoming increasingly complex and subtle. Xiao Qi knows very well that this chess game spanning the two worlds has just begun. Every future step is related to the fate of the world and must be taken with extreme caution.

But looking at the scene of the military and civilians in Shu being united and determined, a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart. Perhaps, with the joint efforts of everyone, they could really create a new era of peace and prosperity, and save the people from the suffering of war.

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In the Kunlun Mountains, the situation suddenly changed. The Tianfeng Pavilion and the Yellow Turban Sect were like two long-dormant beasts, making a comeback. Their scale was unprecedentedly powerful, like a dark cloud covering the entire mountain range.

Feng Yi got the incomplete immortal weapon, the Yitian Sword, from somewhere unknown. The sword was flashing with a cold light, as if telling of its extraordinaryness.

Zhang Jue was not to be outdone and brought with him the incomplete Taiping Dao Flag, the treasure of their sect. The flag fluttered and emitted a strange and powerful aura.

Xiao Qi and the others stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the coalition forces that had regrouped at the foot of the mountain, with an overwhelming momentum like a surging wave. Their hearts sank, as if they were being crushed by a huge rock.

The lineup of the coalition this time is more powerful and terrifying than before. It is obvious that they have carefully planned and come prepared. Their purpose is obvious. They vow to flatten Kunlun Mountain and take back their stolen map of the mountains and rivers. The greed and determination in their eyes are chilling.

Xiao Qi gripped the sword tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes revealing a steely determination and fearlessness. She raised her head and shouted loudly:

"Don't panic, everyone. We've already successfully weathered a crisis once. This time, we'll be able to defend Kunlun Mountain with our courage and wisdom!"

However, she knew very well in her heart that this battle would be a thrilling and extremely difficult one, like being on a lone boat in a storm, which could be swallowed by the surging waves at any time.

The coalition forces soon launched a fierce attack. The sword in Feng Yi's hand seemed to be possessed by a demon. He swung it wildly, emitting extremely sharp sword energy. The sword energy seemed to be able to tear the sky apart. Wherever it went, rocks collapsed and debris flew, as if it was going to split Kunlun Mountain in half.

Zhang Jiao's Taiping Dao flag fluttered like ghosts and wolves howling, emitting a strange and strong light. Black runes like ferocious evil spirits surged out from the flag and rushed towards the mountain protection formation on the mountain like a tide.

Under the frenzied attack of the two incomplete immortal artifacts, the mountain protection formation began to shake violently, and its light became dim, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

Xiao Qi and the others gritted their teeth and tried their best to maintain the formation. They continuously injected their spiritual power into it as if they were risking their lives, but they were still unable to withstand the coalition forces' fierce attack like a storm, and the situation was precarious.

Just when everyone felt despair, as if they were completely shrouded in darkness, that familiar and awe-inspiring light once again shot up from the forbidden area, like a ray of hope, breaking through the dark night sky.

This time, a figure faintly emerged in the light. The figure was like a fairy in a dream, with a light figure and otherworldly, yet exuding a powerful aura that made people so awe-inspiring that they dared not look directly at it. It was the spirit of the immortal weapon - the spirit of Wangchuan.

She was quietly suspended in the air, her eyes as cold as a thousand-year-old icy pond, staring at the coalition forces below the mountain without a trace of emotion.

Then, she gently waved her sleeves, like a breeze blowing on willows, but it contained endless power. An invisible force was like a surging undercurrent, sweeping towards the coalition forces.

The soldiers in the coalition forces suddenly felt their bodies sink, as if they were pressed down by a towering mountain. They were unable to move, and their faces were full of fear.

Feng Yi and Zhang Jue's faces turned pale upon seeing this, their eyes filled with fear and despair. They tried to use the broken immortal weapons in their hands to resist this power that seemed like divine might, but they were shocked to find that their immortal weapons were as insignificant as ants in front of the spirit of Wangchuan, and they were completely unable to resist.

The spirit of Wangchuan stretched out her hand expressionlessly, and gently grabbed the two broken immortal artifacts as if picking up flowers. They flew towards her uncontrollably, as if pulled by invisible threads.

"How is this possible?" Feng Yi widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most absurd thing in the world. His mouth was wide open and could not be closed for a long time.

Zhang Jue also shouted in horror: "Who are you? Why do you have such powerful strength?" There was trembling and despair in his voice, as if he was facing the end of the world.

The spirit of Wangchuan seemed to be deaf to their shouts. She just took the two broken immortal artifacts in her hands and stroked them gently. The Taipingdao flag was like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, and instantly turned into a strange liquid. Then, she was like an elegant painter, gently smearing the liquid on the Yitian Sword.

In an instant, the light of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword became as bright as a burning star, and the originally broken part seemed to be repaired by an invisible hand, gradually becoming complete.

Xiao Qi and the others looked at this scene, their eyes full of surprise and hope, as if they saw the dawn in the darkness, and the haze in their hearts was swept away.

Zhang Jiao watched his incomplete magic weapon disappear like this, and his heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of needles. The pain made his face twisted, and his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to eat the spirit of Wangchuan alive.

After the Spirit of Wangchuan repaired the immortal weapon, he looked at Xiaoqi calmly, as if an elder was entrusting him with an important task. He threw the immortal weapon towards Xiaoqi and said, "I will leave this immortal weapon to you to protect Kunlun Mountain. Don't let me down."

Xiao Qi stretched out his hands and took the magic weapon steadily. He instantly felt the majestic and powerful power contained in it, as if he was holding a volcano about to erupt.

She said to the spirit of Wangchuan with gratitude, "Thank you for your help, Senior. We will do our utmost to protect Kunlun Mountain and live up to your trust."

The spirit of Wangchuan nodded slightly, and the movement was like a breeze blowing across the lake. Then her figure flashed, like a meteor across the night sky, and disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint light to prove that she had been there.

Holding the immortal sword, Xiao Qi seemed to be possessed by a god of war. Her confidence soared. She turned to look at everyone, her eyes full of encouragement, and shouted, "Everyone, follow me and repel the coalition forces!"

After she finished speaking, she rushed towards the coalition forces at the foot of the mountain like a tiger coming down the mountain. The sword in her hand shone with a cold light, like a flash of lightning across the sky.

"Wait for me." At this moment, a figure like a meteor flew out from the Kunlun Forbidden Land, as if a long-sleeping lion finally woke up.

It turned out to be Xue Tianhan. He was dressed in a black robe, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes revealed a sharp light like an eagle.

He saw Xiao Qi rushing down the mountain like an arrow, and he was extremely anxious. He quickly used his skills to chase after him like a ghost. His speed was like lightning, and he closed the distance between them in an instant.

"Wait for us, we have been holding back for so long, finally we can have a good fight." Then, two lightning-fast figures followed closely behind, and the clones of Senior Sister Huang Yan and Junior Brother Ling Feng also rushed out as if they could not wait.

They were in strong postures, their eyes full of excitement and anticipation, as if they were about to go to a grand carnival.

Under the leadership of Xiaoqi and Xue Tianhan, the morale of the people was as high as a surging wave, and they pounced on the coalition forces like a tiger descending from a mountain.

The momentum seemed to be able to break through the sky and change the color of the earth.

Under the powerful shock of the Spirit of Wangchuan and the fierce attacks of Xiaoqi, Xue Tianhan and others like a storm, the coalition forces were quickly defeated. They were like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, vomiting blood and fleeing in a panic.

The shouts and cries of killing instantly turned into screams and wails, like a desperate and tragic song, echoing among the mountains.

In this battle, Xiaoqi and others once again successfully defended Kunlun Mountain with their tenacious will and fearless courage, as if they were guarding a sacred temple.