Rescue

Yu Ji covered her mouth and chuckled again, then helped Meng Yan to his feet and said, "General, please don't be in such a hurry. Since you have asked this question, it must be related to the help we need. Sir, do you think what I said is right?" The last sentence was addressed to Yue Qianchou.

"Tsk tsk!" Yue Qianchou shook his head regretfully, then gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Madam is really clever; nothing can be hidden from you. Indeed, the small favor we need from the General and Madam is related to these people who are hiding."

Yu Ji looked ashamed and unworthy of such praise, while Meng Yan was quite pleased with himself. To him, praising his wife was no different from praising him. He nodded slightly and said, "How can you help? Please tell me, sir."

"Heh heh!" Yue Qianchou gritted his teeth and said, "When we first arrived in the Demon Realm, these guys knew there was danger but didn't warn us. Not only did they not warn us, but they also disregarded the bond between fellow disciples and abandoned us to run away first. Fortunately, we encountered the Great General, otherwise... In short, I really can't swallow this insult."

"Heh heh heh!" Meng Yan chuckled. "So you're a bunch of selfish, self-serving scoundrels who abandoned their comrades and fled. Very well! I, the general, am determined to help you with this. What do you want to do, sir?" He was a seasoned soldier who could not stand those who abandoned their comrades and deserted in the face of battle.

Yue Qianchou said in a deep voice, "I beg you, General, to capture them all without missing a single one. It would be best if they were all alive. I want to do it myself and let them taste a fate worse than death. By the way, General! It would be best to find a large tent and lock them all up, because it is really inconvenient to let the disciples of the various sects outside see me doing these things. Otherwise, I will not be able to explain myself when I return."

"Haha!" Meng Yan laughed heartily, giving Yue Qianchou a knowing look, and then, dragging his clattering golden armor, strode confidently out of the tent.

"Sir!" Just as Yue Qianchou was about to follow Meng Yan out, he heard Yu Ji call him. He turned around and asked, "Does Madam have something to say?" The latter didn't say a word, but as she passed by him, she smiled and left the tent, as if to say, "I know what you're up to."

This infuriated Yue Qianchou. Damn it! They all think they can predict the future. I hate this kind of pretentious, self-righteous, and ignorant person.

As he stepped out of the main tent, he Ghost General Meng Yan wave his hand, and dozens of riders led a group of people out of the camp. He merely nodded slightly to Yue Qianchou. The latter swayed back to the crowd standing below the platform, ignoring the questioning glances from the disciples of various sects, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Not long after, the sounds of fighting suddenly filled the air...

At the mountain peak, the leading elders of the six major sects all wore grim expressions. The scattered points of Divine Sense on the six Divine Sense Compass moved almost simultaneously. Undoubtedly, it was an organized attack; otherwise, this wouldn't have happened. And at this moment, who else but the Ghost General could organize such a force to attack hundreds of disciples from various sects?

"Dongfang Changao, what do you mean?" Chou Wuyuan, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Here, his Myriad Demon Palace and Fu Xian Island were undoubtedly the absolute leaders of the Righteous and Demonic paths, and their opinions essentially represented the opinions of their respective three factions.

Dongfang Changao frowned. Although many disciples from various sects died each time they came to train, it was for the future development of the sects. If they all died here without exception, it would shock the Six Great Sects. At the very least, they would have to consider whether this method of training disciples could be used again in the future.

Seeing that he remained silent, Chou Wuyuan said in a deep voice, "I suggest that everyone go down the mountain and rescue the disciples of the Six Sects. We should try to save as many as we can."

Everyone stared at Dongfang Changao. If he agreed, the Righteous and Demonic paths would have reached an agreement. Dongfang Changao frowned and said, "Even if we go down, can we save them? I need to consult the sect before making a decision."

"Hmph!" Chou Wuyuan sneered, "Asking the sect for instructions? By the time your Fu Xian Island sends someone, it will be too late. At that time, it will probably not be to save people, but to collect corpses! But then again, your Fu Xian Island is rich, powerful and has many people. The death of a few disciples is nothing."

Elder Quan of Fu Xian Island couldn't stand it any longer and immediately stepped forward, shouting, "Chou Wuyuan, are you looking for trouble?" Chou Wuyuan glanced at him coldly and said disdainfully, "Who do you think you are? Since when did it become your place to speak on Fu Xian Island?"

Upon hearing this, the other elders from Fu Xian Island immediately gathered around to lend their support. Not to be outdone, the Myriad Demon Palace Fu Xian Island also sent several elders to join the fray. As a result, the other four factions split into their own factions, and the Righteous and Demonic paths instantly became locked in conflict.

"Chou Wuyuan!" Dongfang Changao's eyes widened, his white beard and hair fluttering without wind, and he said in an icy tone, "My Fu Xian Island Cultivation Pavilion has never been afraid of anyone. You want to cause trouble but don't you know what time it is? After this matter is over, I will be waiting for you at any time." He then shouted to the elders, "Help me send a message."

Several elders retreated unwillingly, surrounding him and each pressing a palm against his body. Dongfang Changao raised a piece of jade in his hand, gathering the strength of ten people to pour into it. Instantly, the jade emitted a dazzling white light. After muttering a few words, with a "snap," the jade turned into dust and flew away.

Everyone from each faction gasped inwardly. Even Chou Wuyuan's brow twitched slightly. Ordinary telepathic communication only required cultivation to reach the Tribulation Transcendence stage, but transmitting messages over tens of millions of miles couldn't be done by just a few people. It required the combined strength of several individuals, each at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending stage, to transmit that far. Clearly, the combined strength of the people from Fu Xian Island had reached that level. The other factions, including the Myriad Demon Palace, honestly admitted they didn't possess that ability.

After the group from Fu Xian Island dispersed, their nonchalant attitude only served to alarm the other sects. Dongfang Changao nodded to everyone and said, "The message has been sent to our Tianxin Pavilion, and there will be more soon..." He suddenly paused, closed his eyes, and focused his mind.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked around at Human Path, "Our sect's Tianxin Pavilion has issued a decree: disciples of Fu Xian Island, please remain calm and do not act rashly. Tianxin Pavilion has dispatched six late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending Elders to come here immediately."

The nine elders of Fu Xian Island looked delighted and bowed in unison, saying, "Disciples will obey the sect leader's decree."

The other elders exchanged bewildered glances. Fu Xian Island was indeed Fu Xian Island, worthy of being the number one sect in the world. With a casual move, they had six late Tribulation Transcendence stage Transcending Elders. For slightly less powerful sects, this would be their last trump card.

Chou Wuyuan a cold "snort" and remained silent. After all, it was unrealistic to expect the three demonic sects to come down the mountain to rescue people without the intervention of the righteous sects. Moreover, six elders from Fu Xian Island had already rushed over, and given their cultivation level, they would arrive soon.

"Oh no! Everyone, look!" an elder from the Daluo Sect shouted, pointing at the Divine Sense Compass. Forgetting the minor skirmish that had just occurred, everyone gathered to watch. The disciples from various sects, who had been scattered and hiding nearby, had now converged, and their Divine Sense lights had dimmed considerably, clearly indicating that most of them were injured to varying degrees.

"Hehe, what a powerful Ghost General! He captured them all without missing a single one. Dongfang Changao..." Chou Wuyuan withdrew his gaze from the Divine Sense Compass, looked up and sneered, "Now all the sects are counting on your six elders from Fu Xian Island. I hope they can arrive soon, otherwise we'll really be collecting corpses."

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