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As night deepened, on the main peak of Qingyun Mountain, streaks of hidden light pierced the night sky, merging into the darkness and carrying a chilling killing intent as they sped off in two directions, north and south.

Inside the Flowing Cloud Palace, the lights were on. Shen Mo, Han Lin, and Su Xiao were in charge of the central command, issuing commands through the communication array, mobilizing resources, and receiving information from the front lines.

The market town at the foot of the mountain remained bustling. The news that contribution-based jade coins would be issued tomorrow eased the tense atmosphere, and most low-level cultivators and mortals were unaware of the impending storm.

Only a few people with a keen sense of smell could sense the unusual heaviness in the air.

This night is destined to be sleepless. War is about to break out on both the northern and southern fronts.

As the eastern sky began to lighten, battle reports from both the northern and southern fronts arrived almost simultaneously.

South Route: Swampy Miasma Forest, Creek Stone Village

The darkness before dawn is the deepest, especially in this area shrouded in swampy miasma. The simple fence of Creekstone Village is broken in many places, and broken pottery jars, broken weapons, and dark red bloodstains that have not yet dried are scattered on the ground.

The air was filled with the stench of blood, the putrid smell of the swamp, and a foul odor unique to low-level monsters.

The surviving villagers, numbering less than a hundred, were mostly injured and huddled in a few relatively intact stone houses in the center of the village, their faces pale and their eyes filled with despair.

The only cultivator, the old soldier at the fifth level of Qi Refining, had his left arm bandaged and stained with blood. He gripped a long, blunt-bladed sword and stared intently at the roars of beasts rising and falling in the darkness outside the village, panting heavily.

"Old Man Wang... I... I can't hold on any longer..." a young militiaman cried, "The fence is all broken, and we're almost out of talismans... It's dawn, and those beasts will definitely come charging again..."

Old Wang, the veteran, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and cursed, "We have to hold on, even if we can't! Think of your wives and children! The Qingyun Alliance won't abandon us!"

Even so, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He knew that the next attack might destroy the village and kill everyone.

Just as this atmosphere of despair permeated the air, a faint yet sharp sound of something cutting through the sky came from the horizon! The sound grew louder and louder as it approached!

"Whoosh—whoosh whoosh—!"

Several streaks of azure light, like sharp arrows tearing through the night, shot out from the edge of the miasma forest!

The light faded, revealing more than twenty cultivators dressed in the battle attire of the Qingyun Sect. The leader, with a handsome face, was none other than Jin Hao!

They landed silently behind the dilapidated fence at the village entrance, moving as swiftly as cheetahs.

"It's...it's the immortal masters of the Qingyun Alliance! Reinforcements! Reinforcements have arrived!" A sharp-eyed militiaman shouted hoarsely, and the deathly silent village instantly erupted into cries and shouts of relief after the disaster.

Old Wang staggered forward, tears streaming down his face, "Captain Jin... Captain Jin Hao! You've finally arrived!"

Jin Hao steadied him, his gaze quickly sweeping over the horrific battlefield and the terrified villagers, his eyes icy: "My fellow villager, you've suffered! How are you?"

"There are too many monsters! Mainly 'Rotting Fang Jackals' and 'Poison Dart Frogs,' they seem to be driven by something, wave after wave! There's definitely something strange in the forest!" Old Wang said urgently.

Jin Hao nodded and quickly ordered his team members behind him: "Team One, immediately treat the wounded and set up a simple defensive formation! Team Two, follow me to scout the edge of the miasma forest and find the source of the beasts!"

"Yes!" The team members accepted the order and immediately took action. The Dan Hall disciples took out pills to heal the wounded, while the Zhen Hall disciples quickly lowered the array flags, activating a soft light barrier to temporarily protect the villagers.

Jin Hao, leading ten elite soldiers, slipped into the dense miasma like ghosts. His "Flowing Cloud Sword Technique" excelled in perception and speed; his divine sense flowed like mercury, meticulously probing the surroundings.

Soon, he discovered faint magical fluctuations and strange whistling sounds in a swamp about a mile from the village.

"Someone was definitely up to something!" Jin Hao's eyes flashed coldly as he made a hand gesture. The team members understood and quietly surrounded them.

In the swamp, three monks, dressed in dark green cloaks and whose faces were obscured, were playing a kind of bone whistle in a low voice.

The whistle sounded eerie, and the surrounding rotten-toothed jackals and poison dart frogs became restless, driven by the sound waves to surge towards the village.

They clearly hadn't expected the Qingyun Sect's reinforcements to arrive so quickly, and to get right behind them.

"Attack! Leave one alive!" Jin Hao shouted, his body and sword becoming one, transforming into a flowing sword light that pierced straight into the back of the whistleblower!

The other team members also sprang into action at the same time, their swords flashing and talismans instantly enveloping the other two.

Those three cultivators were only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, how could they be a match for Jin Hao's group of elites? In the chaos, one of them was pierced through the shoulder blade by Jin Hao's sword energy, screamed and fell to the ground, his bone whistle shattered.

Another person was blasted away by the talisman and fell into a coma due to serious injuries. The last person, seeing that the situation was not good, tried to escape into the swamp, but was attacked from both sides by two team members and captured alive.

The beast-driving whistle abruptly stopped. Without guidance, the already chaotic beast horde lost its way, tearing at each other or instinctively fleeing back into the depths of the swamp. The pressure outside the village was greatly reduced.

"Captain, it's done! We've caught three, they look like scum from the Xuan Yin Sect!" A team member brought over the restrained prisoners.

Jin Hao inspected the prisoners and sneered, "The 'Soul-Guiding Whistle' of the Xuan Yin Sect's 'Beast-Driving Hall'... it really was them causing trouble! Take them back to the village and interrogate them carefully!"

By daybreak, the beast tide had completely receded. Jin Hao directed his team to clear the battlefield, help villagers repair fences, and bury the dead.

The medicines brought by the disciples of the Pill Hall were remarkably effective, stabilizing the condition of the seriously wounded. The villagers knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude, tears streaming down their faces.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, supported by his clansmen, walked shakily to Jin Hao, carrying a crooked but heartfelt "umbrella of the people"—a garment sewn from the village's last remaining clean cloth and scraps of fabric torn from everyone's clothes.

"Master Jin! Xishi Village will never forget the great kindness and virtue of the Qingyun Alliance! This... this is a small token of our appreciation, we earnestly hope that you will accept it! May you and the Qingyun Alliance live forever and protect this region!"

Seeing the sincere tears in the old man's cloudy eyes, and the renewed hope in the eyes of the surviving villagers, Jin Hao, a usually calm swordsman, felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He solemnly accepted the simple yet weightier umbrella for the people, and said in a deep voice:

"Old man, you flatter me! Protecting this area is the duty of the Qingyun Alliance! From this day forward, Xishi Village will be under the protection of the Qingyun Alliance!"

The news spread, shaking several small villages and gathering places of independent cultivators in the surrounding area, which had long suffered from demonic beasts and bandits. The Qingyun Alliance was not only powerful, but also truly stood up for ordinary cultivators and mortals!

In contrast, those once high and mighty sects never cared about their lives or deaths. In an instant, a desire to submit arose spontaneously.

Northern Route: Outside Black Wind Gorge

Unlike the bloody rescue operation on the southern front, the Black Wind Gorge on the northern front witnessed a more thrilling and awe-inspiring showdown without the use of weapons.

As dawn broke, a somber atmosphere enveloped the entrance to Black Wind Gorge. The cliffs on both sides of the gorge were as if carved by a knife and axe, making the terrain treacherous.

At this moment, on the open ground in front of the canyon, two hundred elite disciples of the Qingyun Sect's Battle Hall stood in neat square formations, completely silent.

Everyone was clad in blue armor and wielded a standard longsword. In the dim light of dawn, they resembled a silent steel forest, exuding a chilling killing intent.

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