Transmigration begins with archery training

"The demonic cultivators are becoming increasingly rampant!"

Peng Rui shouted, "You killed my fellow disciples and slaughtered the innocent! We cultivators should slay demons and uphold justice!"

"Slay demons and monsters, uphold justice—"

"Let's set off and avenge our comrades!"

At a command, nearly two hundred disciples of the Ascending Cloud Sect, carrying a large number of talismans and magical artifacts prepared in advance, headed straight for the direction of Mount Dafeng.

The main peak of Daze.

Wang Jun rushed over to report: "Master, Senior Brother Peng ignored our advice and took more than half of the people away."

"Ah~"

Shou Zhongzi sighed and said, "Forget it, let it be. Don't just stand there, go and stay with Peng Rui, lest something unexpected happens."

"The Second Elder is already very unhappy about Zhang Jinchen's death. He speaks ill of me to the Sect Master every day. If Peng Rui has any further mishaps, our entire Ziyun Peak will probably be punished."

"Master..."

Wang Jun looked troubled: "Senior Brother Peng Rui is a notch above me in terms of cultivation. He won't listen to me at all. It would be best for me to stay by Master's side and guard the Demon-Slaying Array."

"You, you, you."

Shou Zhongzi shook his head, seeing right through the other person's thoughts: "Are you afraid of encountering some danger?"

Wang Jun remained silent.

"What are you afraid of? I won't scold you."

Shou Zhongzi chuckled and said, "On the contrary, I am different from those old fogies in the sect. Among all the disciples, I have the highest hopes for you. Cultivation is about surviving. Only those who survive are qualified to cultivate. Otherwise, what use is your talent?"

"When I was young, I fought and fought with others, which damaged my foundation and made me hopeless in this life. I might not even reach the middle stage of Golden Core."

"By the time you realize this, it will be too late."

Wang Jun remained silent, only lowering his head even further.

"Alright, go back to the sect and send a message to the sect leader. Tell them that the seal has begun to loosen and the Demon-Slaying Array will be activated in half a month at the latest. Tell them to prepare to come over."

As Shou Zhongzi spoke, he tossed over a storage bag: "Inside are some pills and cultivation techniques. After delivering the message, stay inside the sect to recover from your injuries, and then go into seclusion to cultivate. Beiyang Dao doesn't need you here anymore."

"Thank you Master!"

Wang Jun was overjoyed and took the storage bag with both hands.

Just as he was about to take his leave, he heard an old voice in his ear.

"Don't hurt yourself or fake injuries unless necessary. It will only delay your cultivation. If you want to leave, just tell me. Get lost."

"..."

Wang Jun was taken aback, clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, and then left.

Not long after he left, powerful fluctuations came from the direction of Twilight Valley, containing vast true energy and mixed with overwhelming malevolent energy.

That is……

A demonic cultivator at the Golden Body Realm has successfully broken through!

"This Beiyang Road..."

Shou Zhongzi narrowed his eyes: "What kind of trick is this?"

……

Dafeng Mountain, Mountain God Temple.

"Right here!"

Peng Rui drew his longsword: "Fellow disciples, listen to my command! Spread out in all directions and surround the entire mountain. Do not let a single one escape!"

"Om-"

All of a sudden.

Above the Great Wind Mountain, the sounds of flying swords exploding echoed continuously.

The densely packed disciples of the immortal sect, like banished sword immortals descending from the sky, surrounded the mountain without warning, then quickly tightened the encirclement, clearing out the demonic cultivators on the periphery in the process, until they reached the outside of the mountain god temple.

As Peng Rui witnessed the panicked state of the "demonic cultivators" inside the mountain god temple, a surge of murderous elation welled up within him, and he roared.

"Come on--"

The sky was filled with sword light, like a silver river pouring down from the heavens, its magical power surging and overwhelming, and the entire mountain god temple collapsed in an instant.

"Senior Brother Peng, nobody's here!"

"..."

However, the dilapidated temple was empty; apart from the ruins and dust, there was not a single person in sight!

"What about people?!"

Peng Rui frowned: "Search for me..."

"Rumble--"

Before he finished speaking, the earth suddenly began to tremble, and thick fog swept over, quickly covering an area of ​​several miles!

"No, there's an ambush!"

Peng Rui was startled: "Retreat first!"

"Where is the exit?!"

"Senior Brother Peng, we...we seem to be trapped here!"

"..."

The disciples of the Ascending Cloud Sect stumbled around like headless flies, and soon discovered that the thick fog, where one could not see their own hand in front of their face, was like a maze.

"Watch out, someone's there!"

"Pfft-"

With a flash of blade light, a disciple of the Rising Cloud Sect was beheaded.

There's someone in the fog!

"..."

In the vast white fog, figures appeared and disappeared, their positions conforming to the special orientations of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, completely blending into the fog, indistinct and making it impossible to discern their exact number.

"Rising Cloud brat!"

The echoing shout reached their ears: "You are trapped in my great formation, like turtles in a jar. Why don't you surrender immediately!"

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Peng Rui swung his sword in the direction of the sound, but it only stirred up ripples of mist and had no real effect.

He roared in fury, "Pang Jingxuan! Break the formation!"

As one of the thirty-six immortal sects, the Shengyun Sect has a large number of disciples. Naturally, there are dedicated disciples responsible for cultivating and advancing in all aspects of immortality.

"It's the Nine Palaces Bewildering Array!"

Pang Jingxuan quickly recognized it: "This is a formation specifically designed to trap the enemy; it's usually used on border battlefields."

"maze?"

Peng Rui narrowed his eyes: "So, the formation itself has no destructive power?"

Pang Jingxuan replied, "That's right, but we can't get out!"

"Who says you're harmless? Let's see if you survive!"

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly, countless lights appeared amidst the thick fog.

Those were arrows burning with flames, falling from above like a storm.

"Rocket?"

Peng Rui casually swung his sword, deflecting all the arrows and sneering, "You demons, have you gone mad? Trying to use ordinary weapons against us?!"

"Try this one too!"

"Shhhhh-"

The sound of bowstrings vibrating rang out from all directions, and another volley of arrows rained down from the sky. This time, the arrows carried flames that were all crimson red.

Peng Rui slashed with his sword again, only to feel an intense heat, and even the surface of the sword blade showed visible damage!

Some of the less careful disciples mistook it for ordinary flames and tried to grab the arrows with their bare hands, only to be instantly reduced to ashes.

"What level of flame is this?!"

Peng Rui's expression turned grave: "Is there a high-level cultivator here, or some kind of treasure?!"

"what!"

Screams continued to sound.

In a corner of the Shengyun Sect disciples' quarters, people would die from the flames from time to time.

"Spread out, spread out!"

Peng Rui shouted, "Pang Jingxuan, hurry up and break the formation!"

"This is a pseudo-third-tier formation!"

Pang Jingxuan, who had only recently become a second-tier array master, was covered in cold sweat: "Senior Brother Peng, I'm afraid I'm powerless to help!"

"we……

"There's no way to escape the maze!"