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Chen An had planted spies in various sects, but he hadn't received such important information.

If Qiao Sheli hadn't stumbled upon this secret meeting of various forces, Chen An would probably have had to wait until they set out with their troops and reached the foot of the mountain before he could even react in the chaos.

Only half a month after receiving the news, the expeditionary armies of the sects and aristocratic families had already pressed forward and stopped five miles outside the Yihe Sect.

Chen An activated the city's protective formation, but those people did not intend to step forward.

They spread the word that as long as Chen An was willing to confess and surrender, they would spare the disciples of Yihe Sect who had been deceived by her.

As for Chen An's crimes, they are consistent with the gossip and rumors of the world.

The number one person on the cultivation continent actually cultivates both demonic and immortal arts.

He usually presents himself as an immortal, but secretly colludes with demonic cultivators to harm the common people.

The sect established residences for demonic cultivators, seemingly to keep them in captivity, but in reality, to allow them to run rampant. The fact that demonic cultivators have not been eradicated in the world is all Chen An's fault.

Chen An sat cross-legged, finding this expedition utterly laughable.

If you want to add a crime, there is nothing wrong with it.

The massive formation completely surrounded Yihezong, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of besieging Jingzhou.

If Chen An hadn't been able to teleport outside, the disciples in the sect with lower cultivation levels would probably have starved to death.

Unlike the last time they exorcised demons, this time the team that was going to attack Chen'an was much larger, with more than five times the number of Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

With the formation in place, they dared not make any rash moves, and the Yihe Sect could only defend to the death.

Within six months, the disciples of Yihe Sect were filled with complaints.

When there were no restrictions on sects, the shops at the mountain gate, though expensive, were well-stocked.

When you're short on money, you can still travel a bit further and still have plenty of fun activities.

Nowadays, only designated people go out to buy things, and they cannot reveal their identities as disciples of the Yihe Sect.

They were afraid that the shopkeepers would be unwilling to sell to them for fear of getting involved with the spirits.

The high-level cultivators didn't say anything, but they couldn't help feeling resentful.

The worst off are those rogue cultivators who joined the Yihe Sect, yet they still do good deeds in the sect's name every month.

They were afraid that Chen An might actually win the battle, just as the immortal sects had said, and then hold them accountable.

During the stalemate, the immortal sect had to send people to make announcements every day.

It's nothing more than brainwashing rhetoric designed to incite the younger generation of sects to betray the Yihe Sect and join their treacherous family.

I don't know what the younger generation is thinking, but Chen An is tired of hearing it.

The longer it drags on, the more scattered people's hearts become.

Chen An wasn't afraid, even if all the disciples in the sect defected.

She could have easily taken Fugui and Tank and disappeared without a trace, living a life where no one could find her unless she wanted to.

But it's really boring.

When there's no one outside, you don't feel it, but when you're surrounded and can't get out, the feeling becomes more and more obvious.

Leaving a few wisps of his presence in the distance, Chen An quietly used a teleportation array to take Fu Gui to the place where the sect and family were stationed.

The clothing of the major sects and families is usually more casual, but during sieges, they are standardized and distinguished.

Their spirits were clearly better than those of the Yihe Sect disciples. They were like they had been injected with chicken blood, determined to capture Chen An and gain merit. Even though so much time had passed, they remained in the same place.

Following the path between the tents, the man and the beast, equipped with invisibility arrays, headed towards the largest one in the center to find the council hall.

The room was incredibly noisy; the elderly people, who were thousands of years old, mostly looked like young people and lacked any semblance of composure.

They split into two factions, waving and hurling insults at each other, loudly proclaiming their own views.

One side advocated continuing the siege, while the other advocated taking the initiative to attack.

In the corner, a few people remained quiet, silently observing the unfolding argument, each with their own plans, but saying nothing.

Elder Changtian and Xu Wuheng sat together. Their expressions were not bad, but it was clear that they disagreed with both sides. However, they still actively joined the team to eliminate Chen An.

Half an hour later, the people inside the tent hadn't reached a conclusion when an uninvited guest arrived outside.

Qing Xuan's aura was restless, anxious and excited, as if he was about to accomplish something important, and he still carried a lot of Qing Yue's aura.

Apart from Chen An, no one present cared about this.

The noise inside was no less than during evening self-study without the homeroom teacher; after all this commotion, they could hear everything useful.

Chen An and Fu Gui exchanged a glance, and took advantage of the moment when someone pushed open the door and came in, they went out.

He bumped into Qingxuan head-on.

Qingxuan rubbed his head and got up, looking around warily, but there was no one in front of him.

Realizing something was wrong, he immediately shouted, "Someone has sneaked in!"

The arguing inside the room stopped abruptly, and the idle sect disciples gathered in this direction.

Although the invisibility formation was well-concealed, those Nascent Soul stage cultivators were not to be underestimated. With careful investigation, they would inevitably discover its flaws.

Without further ado, Chen An grabbed Qing Xuan and they teleported back to Yihe Sect together.

Fearing she would run away, they took her into the Dragon Bone.

"It's you." Qingxuan had a calmness that he already knew, with a faint smile on his lips.

Where is Qingyue?

"I don't know." Qingxuan walked to a chair about three zhang away, skillfully poured tea, swirled the teacup, and sat down. "Why are you looking for her?"

Chen An gripped the ebony sword tighter, his voice rising a few decibels: "Where is she?"

Qingxuan swirled the half-empty cup of tea, his eyes fixed on the beautiful scenery of Longgu and the distant, half-real sky.

No one can tolerate emotional abuse, not even Chen An.

She gripped the ebony sword tightly, and in an instant, it was pressed against Qingxuan's neck.

A faint red mark appeared on Qingxuan's neck from the sword energy.

She wasn't angry. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen An's sword, letting her right hand be torn apart by the sword's energy.

"I still know you so well."

Chen An's feet suddenly felt light, and the scene before him began to blur.

"Teleportation array." Fu Gui lunged forward and kicked Qing Xuan in the face.

Sakuya, who was playing nearby, was attracted by the shouts and pounced over.

Boundless, bleak, and gray, the vast space was devoid of life, except for two figures, one red and one yellow, connected by a jet-black wooden sword.

Chen An gritted his teeth and breathed heavily in a low voice: "Where are Fu Gui and Shuo Ye?"

Qingxuan pushed the sword away forcefully and said with a gentle smile, "It's still inside the dragon bone. I sent my friends to keep them company."

Chen An felt nauseous at that familiar laugh.

Qingyue transformed into Qingxuan's appearance and lured her here.

She was outmaneuvered once again, despite her self-proclaimed intelligence.

The ebony sword swept horizontally across the sky, its arc-shaped sword energy carrying a black and gold light, slashing towards Qing Yue.

Qingyue was cut in half at the waist and turned into the sand that Chen An had seen once in Kangle City, slowly collapsing and flowing away.

This is not a cultivation continent, but a space created by Qingyue's formation.

On the other side's territory, Chen An couldn't gain any advantage whatsoever.

And because of the constant new and old grudges, he was restless.

The vanished sand reappeared, and before me lay a scorching desert, with small hills formed by the accumulated sand steaming under the blazing sun.

The water vapor swayed from side to side, and was completely consumed before it even left the ground by two feet.

A burning heat rose from the soles of his feet and entered Chen An's body.

She channeled her inner energy to fight against the illusion created by the formation, but to no avail.

The scorching sun seemed to not only draw moisture from the sand and gravel, but also from Chen An's body.

My mind was in turmoil, burning even though I wasn't sweating.