System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Bai Li was naturally acting against Chen Xuan's wishes, but in her opinion, once her descendants grew up, they would be much easier to use than those native Qi-level demonic beasts from the Zelin Sea.

Moreover, the team that one personally trains and cultivates will surely be loyal to the director for life.

Amidst the passionate shouts of her many descendants, Bai Li turned gracefully and transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the golden peak at the edge of the horizon, far away from the hundred-mile spiritual field.

Nearly two hundred and five immortal descendants all looked longingly at the 18 peaks floating in the void, their hearts filled with boundless yearning for the day when they could personally ascend those immortal mountains and obtain the methods of cultivation.

After returning to the Golden Summit of Tangwu Mountain, Bai Li discovered that her master had not shut down his six senses, and knew that her master was not in seclusion for cultivation this time. So she took the initiative to cook a meal herself.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, the stars shone brightly, setting off the bright moon in the center.

Bai Li had just placed a variety of wild vegetables and dishes, along with spirit grain porridge, on the stone table in the backyard.

Just as she was about to try to inform Chen Xuan about the meal through the master-servant contract, her eyes sharpened, and she turned to look at the southeastern edge of Zelin Sea.

"The 76th spirit beast sent me a message saying that several cultivators have been discovered on the border of Zelin Sea, and judging from their aura, they are at the Opening Mansion Realm?"

Bai Li murmured to herself, immediately put down the spirit porridge in her hand, and rushed towards the communication location.

at the same time.

To the southeast of Zelinhai, near the edge of the detailed regulations, there are towering forests interspersed with mountains thousands of meters high. The night, which should have been peaceful, should have been the time when many ordinary wild animals came out to hunt for food.

At this moment, as powerful spiritual energy swept across the land, many towering tree branches snapped, and even many huge mountain rocks were shattered upon contact with the advanced magic treasures, turning into a shower of sand and gravel that crashed down, causing the shrubs and leaves on the ground to sway and rustle.

"Jiang Ming, where do you think you're going!"

"Hahaha, this level of cultivation is enough to call yourself one of the Jiang Clan's top combat forces? If that's the case, then the Jiang Clan should just give up this vast territory!"

“Senior Brother Ziyun, why waste words with a local tyrant? This time you went down the mountain to rebuild your tribe and you need a place to develop. The Hong and Ruan clans have a lot of history with Cangyun Ridge, so we can’t easily take them. The Dou and Ji clans also have some history with the Hong and Ruan clans. So, the only place we can take from Qushan is the Jiang clan, which occupies the largest area.”

A woman in green, with a cold and aloof face, rode a flying shuttle. Her right hand held a sword finger to control her flying sword, while her left hand held a talisman between two fingers. She looked at the young man in front of her, whose body was surrounded by burning blood mist, with disdain and sneered.

Beside the woman in green was a middle-aged man dressed in purple. He held a banner with huge runes emitting black light. The man had a blue lightning scar between his eyebrows and cold eyes. Under the moonlight, his overall temperament was as sharp as a hawk.

"Hmph, if it weren't for worrying about ruining Master's grand plan, what would those so-called origins of the Hong and Ruan families matter?" The purple-clad man's voice was high-pitched and clearly lacked masculinity.

“Yes, compared to Master’s magic weapon, aren’t cultivators from a small place like Qushan just easy targets for my Cangyunling disciples to manipulate?” A deep-voiced man in a red robe echoed.

Another woman in plain clothes cautiously ate a thorny vine whip and said, "However, this Jiang clan is indeed worthy of being a clan with a history of over a thousand years. Although they have been protected by Xie Yuehou, they are still not to be underestimated. Such a small clan has a long history, and there may be some kind of powerful magic weapon hidden in the clan. We should not underestimate them."

The group consisted of four or five people, both men and women, each traveling on a sword or a flying magical artifact such as a shuttle. Judging from their tone, they seemed to be from a sect.

Moreover, his words revealed his determination to acquire the Jiang family's territory.

These words were overheard by Jiang Ming, who was using forbidden techniques to escape at top speed. At this moment, Jiang Ming was in a very sorry state, his white clothes were soaked in blood, and there was even a hideous flying sword piercing his shoulder.

He desperately wanted to use a miraculous healing potion to heal his wounds, but various healing liquids were ineffective, as if a strange force was preventing the wounds from healing.

Such tactics were unheard of to Jiang Ming, and his heart felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. He never imagined that the joint invasion of the Jiang clan's territory by the three overlords was a pretense, but rather a ploy to lure the Jiang clan's high-level combat forces to the border and defeat them one by one.