Besiege the Stronghold to Ambush Reinforcements

Yang Tianyou waited calmly in the Guest Reception Hall.

He didn't care what decisions the Wushang Hall made.

It would be best if we could do business properly, cooperate, and work together to target the Huchen Sect.

If we can't cooperate properly and instead try to cheat each other, then let's each use our own methods. Anyway, all I sent this time was a Talisman Soldier, so I won't be too sad if it falls. Besides, because of the existence of the Karma Chains, trying to deduce my location through this Talisman Soldier is just wishful thinking.

Thinking this, Yang Tianyou appeared calm and composed. After waiting for a while, the Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord re-entered the main hall, but this time, he was accompanied by a dwarf old man.

This man was dressed in gray linen clothes, barefoot, with a sallow complexion and droopy eyelids, looking listless. But Yang Tianyou would not underestimate this seemingly old man who was about to die. This man was the true leader of the Wushang Hall, the Elder Wushang. Before the rise of the Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord, the Elder Wushang alone fought to a standstill with two Tribulation Bandit Cultivators from the Huchen Sect. His Wushang Divine Body technique fully demonstrated the essence and mystery of defensive Divine Abilities. His strength was definitely among the strongest of the cultivators who had just undergone Tribulation Transcendence.

"May Daoist Friends?" the Elder Wushang asked with a smile, his voice slightly hoarse like that of an old farmer in the fields, carrying a sense of warmth.

Yang Tianyou smiled faintly and replied, "My humble name is not worth mentioning. Daoist Friends may simply call me Wuming."

"Then what price does Wuming Daoist Friends intend to offer? I am quite satisfied with the information you provided." The Elder Wushang chuckled and sat on the wooden chair opposite Yang Tianyou. Because he was too short, his two legs dangled, which looked somewhat comical, but the Elder Wushang seemed not to care about his appearance at all.

Yang Tianyou handed out a Jade Slip containing some high-end Cultivation Resources, mostly of the Eighth Tier or higher.

After examining the body, the Elder Wushang said meaningfully, "It seems Daoist Friends are a Rogue Cultivator."

The resources on this site are highly targeted, primarily aimed at improving personal cultivation, which is why Elder Wushang made this guess.

This was precisely the setup Yang Tianyou had deliberately created. Although the possibility of his identity being exposed was slim, it was still best to be cautious in everything he did, lest he make a mistake that would lead to eternal regret. Caution and prudence are always essential qualities for those navigating the Cultivation World.

"Whatever you think, Daoist Friends, I've already given the price. You also have the information in your hands. Whether the deal goes or not, I hope Daoist Friends 'll give me a straight answer," Yang Tianyou said, shrugging.

Upon hearing this, the Elder Wushang narrowed his slightly cloudy eyes and stared at Yang Tianyou opposite him. He appeared plain and unremarkable, yet his gaze possessed a strong penetrating power, as if he could see through the concealment of the flesh and pierce straight into the soul.

But Yang Tianyou had developed a very strong mentality over the years, and he was not afraid at all, even staring at the Elder Wushang showing any weakness.

Having finished his probing, the Elder Wushang leaned back, regaining his previous composure. "Daoist Friends came with sincerity, and my Wushang Hall is certainly not ungrateful. These resources will be gathered soon."

Upon hearing this, Yang Tianyou picked up the teacup from the table beside him, a clear smile playing on his lips, "Pleasant to cooperate!"

"It's a pleasure to cooperate!" The Elder Wushang also picked up his teacup. After they each took a sip of tea, the Elder Wushang continued, "I wonder if you would be interested in joining forces with my Wushang Hall to deal with the Huchen Sect?"

"Oh? It seems your sect already has a plan?" Yang Tianyou said, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not really a plan, just a rough idea. Daoist Friends was able to turn the Huchen Sect upside down, which shows that their combat power is amazing. If our two families can join forces to strike at the Huchen Sect, it will definitely cause them a lot of trouble. I just don't know what Daoist Friends thinks?" The Elder Wushang said with a smile.

Yang Tianyou thought for a moment, then simply nodded, "Then please tell me your thoughts, Daoist Friends!"

This meant agreement. The Elder Wushang secretly pleased. With this person joining, Wushang Hall would definitely be able to gain the upper hand against the Huchen Sect, which had already suffered heavy losses. Perhaps they could take this opportunity to completely overwhelm the Huchen Sect and become the only dominant force in Lingyun Dao.

"My idea is not complicated; it's simply a matter of Besiege the Stronghold to Ambush Reinforcements their reinforcements!"

"Besiege the Stronghold to Ambush Reinforcements..." Yang Tianyou pondered, roughly understanding the plan of the Wushang Hall.

Subsequently, the three of them— the Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord, the Elder Wushang, Yang Tianyou— gradually refined their initial rudimentary idea in the Guest Reception Hall, forming a comprehensive and targeted strike plan.

Time slowly passed, and seven years went by in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Yang Tianyou continued to attack various strongholds and cultivators of the Huchen Sect, like sharp knives cutting into the body of the Huchen Sect. Although each knife did not damage the bones, the combined damage from hundreds or thousands of knives was still extremely great, making the Huchen Sect feel disgusted. However, they could not find Yang Tianyou's location, and their intelligence was also shrouded in mystery, so they could only choose to continue to endure it.

The Filthy Insect Sea is located in Nanhua Prefecture Lingyun Dao. It covers a vast area, occupying six or seven tenths of the Nanhua Prefecture. Devil Creature roam freely in it, and what is even more dangerous is that the seawater is filled with some special spiritual insects.

These spirit insects are extremely small, almost imperceptible, and cannot be observed with the naked eye. What's even more terrifying is that these things have the ability to Concealment, allowing them to silently approach cultivators and merge into their bodies, subtly altering and corrupting their Law Power and Fleshly Bodies, ultimately transforming them into Wisdom Insect Puppets that wander aimlessly in the Filthy Insect Sea.

For this reason, the Filthy Insect Sea was known as one of the most dangerous and Perilous Land in the Great Chen Imperial Dynasty.

However, this very Perilous Land contains a great treasure. It is not only the Jingyun Hall Ruins, but also the Insect Crystals produced in the depths of the Filthy Insect Sea. These are a versatile and very precious Spirit Material with excellent compatibility. They can be used for both Alchemy and Artifact Refining. They are a treasure that is in high demand and short supply. Low-Rank Cultivator only needs to obtain a piece the size of a fist to have enough cultivation resources for a long time.

For this reason, although the Filthy Insect Sea is dangerous, it is not deserted. Every moment, explorers from all over the world enter the Filthy Insect Sea. Cultivators are very contradictory creatures. They cherish their lives very much and will do anything to achieve immortality, even abandoning the basic bottom line of being human. However, they are willing to take huge risks for Cultivation Resources. They dare to venture into even a dangerous place like the Filthy Insect Sea.

Deep within the Filthy Insect Sea, a thick gray fog drifts between the sky and the sea, obscuring everything and reducing visibility to a very low level. Without Pupil Technique- type Divine Abilities, it is easy to lose one's way while venturing here.

A long, narrow Island, thousands of miles wide, floated on the Filthy Insect Sea. The Island was barren, with exposed rocks everywhere, devoid of any life.

However, beneath this facade lies a vibrant and bustling scene.

The Huchen Sect spent a great deal of money to acquire a top-grade level eight Formation to cover the entire Island.

Within the Formation Space, birds sang and flowers bloomed, and Spiritual Qi was abundant. On the left side of the Formation Space, strange Array Mark, somewhat dim and broken, floated in mid-air. One after another, Huchen Sect Formation Masters were busy in front of the Array Mark, trying to decipher the ancient Formation left by the Jingyun Hall.

The various skills in the Cultivation World are constantly evolving, and are updated and iterated every once in a while. Five hundred thousand years is an extremely long process. The various skills of cultivation, such as Pill, Formation, Artifact, and Talisman, Hundred Cultivation Arts, are very different from those before. The Formations of the Jingyun Hall era are also very different from those of modern times.

The combination of Array Mark and the nesting of different Formation are quite different from the knowledge possessed by the Formation Masters of the Huchen Sect. In addition, the Formation is of a very high level, making it very difficult to break.

However, these Formation Masters were quite excited because by drawing inferences from one instance to another, they could gain even more. The speed at which their Formation skills improved was far beyond what they could have achieved by working in isolation. They wished the Formation could be broken as slowly as possible.

However, with constant pressure from above, these Formation Masters had no choice but to exert all their strength to speed up the process and break the Formation.

Finally, on this day, with a loud bang, a dazzling light appeared in the Formation Space. Gray-black Array Mark, like small snakes, slithered and twisted in mid-air. The phenomenon lasted for a while. On the left side of the Formation Space, a huge Portal suddenly opened, and streams of extremely pure medicinal power, which had been accumulating for hundreds of thousands of years, poured out like a torrent. After just a few breaths, some cultivators with weaker cultivation levels had flushed faces, felt dizzy, and staggered.

"Quickly block the entrance! Don't let the medicinal power escape! These are all good things!" A middle-aged man dressed as Alchemist was so anxious that he jumped up and down, his face red with anger, and shouted.

Not all spirit medicine can grow indefinitely. Most spirit medicine wither and decay after a certain number of years, returning to the earth. During this process, a large amount of medicinal power will dissipate and accumulate in the closed space of the Spirit Medicine Garden. Over time, this medicinal power accumulates and becomes an extremely precious medicinal catalyst with immense value, which should not be wasted.

The Formation Masters quickly set up Formation to block the entrance, taking the opportunity to inhale a few more breaths and store them in their bodies, intending to absorb and refine them later to improve their cultivation. The Alchemist, seeing this, didn't say much, turning a blind eye. "Water that is too clear has no fish, and a person who is too discerning has no followers!" He would have done the same if he were in the alchemist's shoes.

The Formation was quickly set up, and just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a loud boom caused the Formation Space to tremble violently. Then, the sky tore open, revealing a huge and ferocious crack. A blood-red spear, carrying a terrifying aura of ghostly howls, pierced through. Before everyone's horrified eyes, one after another, the Wushang Hall warships entered the Formation Space, filling the entire Firmament.

At the top of the lead warship stood a middle-aged, burly man clad in crimson Battle Armor, wielding a long spear. His eyes blazed like the sun, and his aura was rugged and domineering. "Hahaha, you scum of the Huchen Sect, your Lord Dragon has arrived!"

"Long Xinglie, how could this be..." Inside the Formation Space, the three Nascent Body Integration Cultivators of the Huchen Sect stared blankly, feeling dizzy. They naturally recognized the person in front of them. This was the number one warrior of the Wushang Hall, with Body Integration Great Perfection cultivation, and a formidable enemy of the sect leader Yun Chenzi. They didn't know how much trouble he had caused the Huchen Sect.

But how did this guy suddenly arrive here, and at such a perfect time? Could it be that the Wushang Hall has been keeping track of the Huchen Sect's internal movements all along? Thinking of this, the Nascent Body Integration Cultivators couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Will you surrender now, or shall I send you into the Reincarnation?" Long Xinglie said, laughing as he carried his spear.

"Hmph, Long Xinglie, don't be so smug. My Huchen Sect will soon find out and come to your aid. Then, it will be your turn to cry." The leading Body Integration Cultivator stepped forward and said angrily.

"Oh? It seems you haven't grasped the situation yet. Fine, good advice won't work on a damned ghost. Die!" With that, Long Xinglie attacked directly, his spear swirling like True Dragon, its claws outstretched, its power awe-inspiring.

The Huchen Sect cultivators had no choice but to fight. They had all been raised by the sect since childhood and had a strong sense of belonging and honor. In addition, they were old rivals of the Wushang Hall and had a blood feud, so they were even less likely to surrender. A bloody battle suddenly broke out in this narrow Formation Space.

Meanwhile, on the Huchen Sect's side, after receiving the message for help from the Filthy Insect Sea, Old Ancestor Jinghu immediately led his men to provide assistance, but he was unexpectedly stopped by the Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord.

"Haha, Brother Jinghu, it's been hundreds of years since you last made a move. Today, let me see how well you've cultivated your Tiger Soul God-Splitting Saber!" The Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord laughed loudly, his body Storm and transforming into a giant ten thousand feet tall. True Dragons and giant elephants coiled on his arms, with dragon roars and Dragon Roar cries rising and falling, complementing each other.

"Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord! How did your Wushang Hall find out about the Jingyun Hall's affairs?" Old Ancestor Jinghu was both shocked and furious. He took out his Spirit Treasures and fought fiercely with Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord while roaring repeatedly.

"You don't need to know that. In short, this time, the Jingyun Ruins will be accepted by our Wushang Hall!" Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord said with a smile. Seeing his old rival's gritted teeth, he felt extremely pleased.

A thought flashed through Old Ancestor Jinghu's mind, and he suddenly seemed to understand something, asking, "Is it that mysterious person?"

The Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord simply chuckled, "Guess!"

Seeing this, Old Ancestor Jinghu was furious, but he had already confirmed his guess.

While battling the Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord, he said to Yun Chenzi and the others behind him, "You all hurry to the Filthy Insect Sea to provide support."

"Yes!" Yun Chenzi knew that he and the others couldn't help Old Ancestor Jinghu. The battle between Bandit Cultivators was beyond his reach.

Thus, leading nine Body Integration Cultivators, over a hundred Void Refinement cultivators, and dozens of Seventh Tier and Eighth Tier warships, they sped towards the Filthy Insect Sea in a mighty procession.

The Dragon Elephant Mountain Lord did not stop him; his task was simply to keep an eye on the Old Ancestor Jinghu before him.

As for the more troublesome Old Ancestor Chenhu, he was dealt with by Elder Wushang, while Yun Chenzi was left to Yang Tianyou.

The Besiege the Stronghold to Ambush Reinforcements and attack the reinforcements, specifically targeting Yun Chenzi's group of reinforcements.