If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

After the group passed through the magnificent sea of ​​flowers, the wind blowing in their faces carried less of the fragrance of the flowers.

Mo Chengyue and his group of five slowly advanced towards the eastern part of the ruins, stepping on the undulating dark red sand and gravel.

The atmosphere in the group still retained the rare sense of ease that came from being surrounded by flowers.

Yu Jianhuan swayed in her rose-purple dress, walking in a very leisurely manner.

"This broken road in the middle of nowhere is so difficult to walk on. It's nothing compared to the comfort of that sea of ​​flowers we just saw."

She raised her nail-painted fingers and gently fiddled with the red flower at her temple, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish complaint.

Jin Qiaoqiao walked on the other side, her colorful ahoge (antenna-like hair) swaying slightly with each step.

"You human cultivators are so delicate; even this short distance can make you sick."

The demon princess raised her snow-white chin high, her words filled with the arrogance of royalty.

Yu Jianhuan immediately turned her head, her phoenix eyes slightly upturned.

"I call this knowing how to enjoy life, something a savage demon like you who only knows how to eat raw meat and drink blood would never understand."

Their endless bickering drifted away on the wind across the vast wilderness.

At the rear of the group, Su Qingying and Lin Miaoyin were discussing martial arts techniques in hushed tones.

"If sword energy could be integrated into the Hehuan Sect's sonic power, its penetrating power when fighting enemies would definitely double."

Su Qingying held the Azure Spirit Sword in her arms, her clear, cold voice revealing a focused intensity.

Lin Miaoyin reached out and pulled her large blue robe tighter around her.

"Your idea is indeed brilliant."

"Once this site is discovered, I will bring over some ancient musical scores from Zizhu Peak so we can study them carefully."

These stunningly beautiful female cultivators transformed this extremely dangerous ancient battlefield into a place that felt like a leisurely outing.

However, when they reached a bend in the road where a steep hill met an open plain, an unexpected event occurred.

The originally howling wilderness breeze was suddenly replaced by a strong, nauseating stench of blood.

What followed was a series of sounds like the clanging of metal against metal and the booming of magic, resembling a dense barrage of thunder.

Mo Chengyue, who was walking at the front, stopped in his tracks, and his face instantly darkened.

He immediately raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist in mid-air.

The four women behind him immediately stopped talking and stopped walking in unison.

The leisurely journey, which had seemed like a pleasant sightseeing trip just moments before, was completely disrupted by this sudden chill.

The cruelest survival rules of the ruins once again swept over us on the cold wind.

"Junior brother, what happened up ahead?"

Yu Jianhuan dropped her languid demeanor and asked in a low, wary voice.

Mo Chengyue didn't turn around. He took out a high-grade concealment talisman from his storage bag and slapped it on his body.

"There's a big scene ahead; it's like a meat grinder."

Jin Qiaoqiao narrowed her golden phoenix eyes slightly and sniffed the air gently.

"The stench of blood is overwhelming, mixed with the berserk aura of our demon race."

"There are at least a hundred people fighting to the death up ahead."

Mo Chengyue activated the Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique, spreading his divine sense like an invisible net across the hills in front of him.

What came to mind was a vast, brutal battlefield.

In the distance, demons exuding a violent aura were locked in a fierce battle with the painless Relic Puppets.

On the other side, righteous sects dressed in various colored robes were engaged in a frenzied battle with demonic cultivators.

The entire plain was filled with flashes of spiritual light and deafening battle cries.

"Should we just go around it?"

Lin Miaoyin looked at Mo Chengyue's tall and straight back, her tone revealing a sense of entitlement.

"Given my junior brother's cautious and stability-seeking nature, he definitely doesn't want to get involved in this mess."

Mo Chengyue remained silent, his powerful divine sense rapidly traversing the chaotic battlefield.

Su Qingying gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her cold gaze fixed on the hill below.

"Those hypocrites from the righteous path always like to bully the few by taking advantage of their numbers. They don't even know which demonic cultivators are being surrounded up ahead."

Mo Chengyue's divine sense swept across the chaotic battle on the periphery, but stopped at a local battle circle in the center of the battlefield.

There was a very strange array fluctuation there.

More than fifty well-trained high-level righteous cultivators formed an impenetrable battle formation.

These righteous cultivators were clearly not blinded by greed.

Instead of launching a blind attack, they used magical artifacts and talismans in shifts to bombard the enemy.

Strangely, despite the intense concentrated fire, the few people trapped in the center did not suffer any casualties.

"Junior brother, what are you seeing? Even your breathing has changed!"

Yu Jianhuan noticed the fleeting fluctuation of aura emanating from Mo Chengyue and couldn't help but ask.

"Could it be that remnants of the Heavenly Demon Sect are lying in ambush ahead?"

Mo Chengyue did not answer; his divine sense, like a sharp scalpel, forcefully cut into the core of the battle formation.

Amidst the chaotic and violent fluctuations of spiritual energy, he accurately detected several familiar auras etched into his very bones.

It was a pink peach blossom miasma that seemed casual but actually gently dissolved all deadly attacks.

That was an incomparably domineering sword aura, powerful enough to boil the air of the entire plain.

It was a chillingly still sword intent that silently reaped lives from the cracks.

He was all too familiar with the owners of these three energies.

It was Xie Buci, the senior brother of Qingquan Peak; Qin Wanzhuang, the second senior sister; and Wenren Ji, the junior brother.

Beside them were two other disciples who were also forming a defensive formation, making it a five-person defensive formation.

"They are from Qingquan Peak."

Mo Chengyue uttered these words in a low voice, his tone carrying a heavy weight.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingying took a step forward, a hint of surprise flashing across her cool and aloof face.

"Your fellow disciples?"

Mo Chengyue's Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique clearly reflected the current battle situation.

With their overwhelming numerical advantage and superior tactical skills, the righteous cultivators are attempting to wear them down through a war of attrition, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

Although Xie Buci and the others were strong and held their own, their spiritual energy reserves were being rapidly depleted under this relentless barrage of attacks.

"They formed the Four Symbols Spirit Locking Array, which is specifically designed to consume spiritual energy."

Mo Chengyue looked down at the ever-shrinking encirclement below, his brows furrowing deeply.

Yu Jianhuan gave a soft snort, a cold glint in her eyes.

"This kind of formation is the most disgusting. Fifty people take turns activating it, and even a Nascent Soul stage expert would be completely exhausted."

Jin Qiaoqiao crossed her arms, her golden eyes filled with disdain.

"That's easy, just break through the array's core with brute force from the outside."

Mo Chengyue shook his head, his gaze fixed on the enemy's changing formation.

"The core of the formation is in the very center. This group of people moves with great skill and is clearly an elite of a major righteous sect."

Lin Miaoyin stepped forward, her robes fluttering gently in the wind.

"Could they be disciples of the Heavenly Dao Alliance?"

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath of the cold, blood-soaked air, his eyes dropping to freezing point.

"No matter which alliance or sect they belong to, anyone who dares to touch anyone from Qingquan Peak will stay here today."

After confirming his fellow disciple's situation, Mo Chengyue withdrew his outstretched divine sense.

He slowly turned around, his back to the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood below the hill.

In that instant, the lazy, shrewd, and submissive facade that he had always worn on his face completely crumbled.

It was as if that mask of fear and social anxiety had never existed on his face.

A chilling, murderous aura emanated from him, capable of freezing even the surrounding air.

"They were surrounded by fifty righteous cultivators in an array."

Mo Chengyue reached out and grabbed the unremarkable flying sword, which had already slipped into his palm.