Transmigrating to become Hua Qiangu

On the battlefield of Changliu Mountain, swords clashed and magic shone brightly. Urged on by their leader, the Shadow Cult members surged wave after wave against the Changliu Mountain disciples' defenses.

Wielding her divine artifact, Hua Qiangu continuously unleashed powerful spells to repel the enemy's advance. The artifact's light shone in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to the disciples of Changliu Mountain. "Hold on, everyone! We will definitely defeat these enemies!" she shouted, trying to boost morale.

Sha Qianmo charged through the enemy ranks like an enraged lion. His demonic power surged, and each attack inflicted heavy casualties on the Shadow Cult members. "You scum, today is your death day!" Sha Qianmo roared, his weapon sending up a cloud of blood mist.

Dongfang Yuqing and Ni Mantian worked in perfect harmony, casting various spells from the rear to support the front lines. Dongfang Yuqing's spiritual runes streaked across the night sky like meteors, precisely striking the enemy's vitals; Ni Mantian's sword energy crisscrossed, repelling enemies attempting to break through the defenses one by one.

However, the Shadow Cult members were numerous and, with Lin Yu's help, had a thorough understanding of Changliu Mountain's defenses. They relentlessly searched for weaknesses in Changliu Mountain's defenses, launching focused attacks. Although the disciples of Changliu Mountain fought bravely, casualties gradually increased, and the defenses began to falter.

Bai Zihua moved back and forth within the formation, directing his disciples to adjust their defenses. His swordsmanship was fierce, each strike capable of slaying several enemies. "Don't lose your composure, maintain formation!" Bai Zihua commanded calmly, his voice not loud, but full of power.

"Master, this can't go on. We have fewer and fewer people, while the enemy keeps coming," Hua Qiangu said anxiously.

Bai Zihua frowned deeply. "I know we must find a way to turn the tide. Xiao Gu, use your divine artifact to unleash a wide-range attack and disrupt their formation. I will take the opportunity to lead a group of disciples in a counterattack."

“Alright!” Hua Qiangu nodded, concentrating her mind and channeling her spiritual power into the divine artifact. The artifact shone brightly, and a powerful spell spread outwards from Hua Qiangu. This spell was incredibly powerful; the Shadow Cult members were enveloped in the light, and their formation was thrown into chaos.

"Now's the time! Charge with me!" Bai Zihua shouted, leading a group of elite disciples towards the enemy. Seeing hope, the disciples of Changliu Mountain were greatly encouraged and followed Bai Zihua in launching a counterattack.

In an instant, the situation on the battlefield reversed. The disciples of Changliu Mountain descended like tigers from the mountain, causing the Shadow Cult followers to retreat in defeat.

The Shadow Cult leader's face darkened at the sight. "Everyone, hold your ground! Don't let them disrupt your rhythm!" he shouted, trying to bolster morale.

Just then, Lin Yu saw that the situation was unfavorable for the Shadow Cult, and fear began to creep into his heart. He knew that if the Shadow Cult failed, he would die without a burial place. "No, I can't die like this," Lin Yu thought to himself, and began to quietly retreat.

"Lin Yu, where are you running to!" Sha Qianmo, with his sharp eyes, noticed Lin Yu's actions. He immediately abandoned the enemy in front of him and chased after Lin Yu.

"You traitor, I will take your life today!" Sha Qianmo roared, moving at lightning speed, and caught up with Lin Yu in an instant.

Lin Yu was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. "Elder, I was wrong, please spare my life..."

"Hmph, traitors deserve to be killed by everyone, what else do you have to say!" Sha Qianmo raised his weapon high, about to bring it down.

Just then, a melodious flute tune suddenly drifted from afar. The sound was clear and pleasant, yet it carried a mysterious power that startled everyone on the battlefield.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and searched for the source of the flute music. A young man in white robes walked slowly from a distance, holding a jade flute, his expression calm.

"Who is he? Why would he appear at this time?" Hua Qiangu was filled with doubt.

The young man in white walked to the center of the battlefield, gently put down his jade flute, and smiled at the crowd. "Everyone, let's stop for now." His voice was gentle, yet it seemed to possess an irresistible magic.

The leader of the Shadow Cult frowned. "Who are you? Why are you interfering in our affairs?"

The white-robed youth ignored the Shadow Cult leader and looked at Hua Qiangu and the others, saying, "Everyone from Changliu Mountain, I have come here to help you resolve this crisis."

Hua Qiangu looked at the white-robed youth with suspicion, "Why are you helping us? Who exactly are you?"

The young man in white smiled slightly. "My name is Mu Feng, and I am a reclusive cultivator. I sensed a powerful dark force surging here and was worried that it might bring disaster to the world of immortals and heroes, so I came to take a look."

The leader of the Shadow Cult sneered, "Hmph, stop putting on airs. Do you think you can stop us?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "I don't want to be your enemy, but if you remain obstinate and continue to provoke war, I will not stand idly by."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the Shadow Cult leader's eyes as he looked at Mu Feng, a sense of apprehension in his heart. Although he didn't know the true extent of Mu Feng's strength, he could sense the powerful aura emanating from him.

"Master, what should we do?" the black-robed elder asked in a low voice.

The leader of the Shadow Cult pondered for a moment, "Let's observe his background first, and not act rashly for now."

A brief stalemate ensued on the battlefield, with everyone watching Mu Feng, wondering what would happen next...