Night Raid on Luanfeng Manor

"Roar roar roar~"

The spirit beasts have launched an attack on the city. As everyone had predicted, the attacking spirit beasts started from the sixth tier and were far fewer in number, but still numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

Even the heavily armored warriors of one of the four major legions of the Chu Kingdom were tense when faced with hundreds of thousands of sixth-tier spirit beasts.

In terms of numbers, the heavily armored warriors have a slight advantage, but in terms of average cultivation level, the sixth-tier spirit beasts have a slight advantage.

However, even if the numbers don't overwhelmingly outnumber the opponent, their strength is definitely superior.

Even without the certainty of victory, the heavily armored warriors have no reason to regret their actions; it is their mission.

"Bang!"

Without any foreplay, the two Tackle violently.

"Buzz~"

In the sky, the Luan Feng reappeared at some unknown time, amplifying the combat power of the heavily armored warrior with a secret technique.

"Boom!"

The heavily armored warriors, having received the boost, all reached the Spirit Ancestor realm at this moment, possessing the strength to barely contend with their opponents.

"Tsk tsk, this secret technique is truly amazing. I wish I could learn it too," one of the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's hopeless. General Luanfeng has already fully comprehended that 'The Art of War.' I heard there's another Epic-grade- quality military book called 'Six Secret Teachings,' but it's not on the shelves and has been in General Luanfeng's possession all along," the cultivator beside him said, shaking his head.

"Speaking of which, we still haven't figured out what benefits General Luanfeng has from that 'Six Secret Teachings' book. We're quite curious," another cultivator asked, gazing at the Luan Feng in the sky.

"We don't know what benefits the Six Secret Teachings offer, but I know it's our turn to take the stage now." A cultivator conjured a high-grade spiritual sword out of thin air and soared into the sky.

Everyone turned to look, and among the vast herd of spirit beasts, they immediately spotted the bright Orange Fragment, which was dazzling under the midday sun.

"Quick! It's Orange Fragment!" Exclamations rose and fell as a large number of cultivators began to leave Dubian Town, bypassing the heavily armored warriors, and charging towards the sixth-tier spirit beast horde.

With the help of a large number of cultivators, the heavily armored soldiers began to gain the initiative in the war. Countless spirit beasts continued to reap the rewards. When Ma Feifei arrived at the North Town Entrance to observe, he found that the situation had basically been settled. The sixth-order spirit beast group was defeated step by step under the attack of the heavily armored soldiers and a large number of cultivators, and soon retreated back into the Nine Heavens Mountain.

"Won't a group of seventh-tier spirit beasts appear next?" Ma Feifei asked worriedly. The strength of a group of sixth-tier spirit beasts is already quite strong. If a group of seventh-tier spirit beasts appears, then this war will inevitably become even more difficult.

"Seventh-tier spirit beasts already belong to the category of high-tier spirit beasts. They possess self-awareness that is no less than that of humans, and it is impossible for them to attack human towns like these low-tier spirit beasts." Zhou Zhuling, who was standing to the side, Analytic that the change from sixth-tier to seventh-tier spirit beasts was not just a change in level, but a qualitative change, just like the difference between a child and an adult.

Just as Zhou Zhuling had guessed, after the sixth-tier spirit beast was driven back, no new high-tier spirit beasts emerged from the Nine Heavens Mountain, and everything returned to calm. If it weren't for the large number of corpses and bloodstains left on the ground, it would be hard to believe that a fierce battle had taken place here.

However, compared to yesterday, the death toll is much lower today. The death rate among the 500,000 heavily armored warriors is less than one-tenth, and the death rate among cultivators is even lower, less than one percent. Some cultivators died not because of spirit beasts, but because they were attacked by their own kind, especially those cultivators who obtained Orange Fragment from the chaos.

After the battle ended, Ma Feifei withdrew, bid farewell to Zhou Zhuling, and returned to the Mysterious Bookstore. Although he guessed that the sudden incident last night was caused by the three Sacred Beasts in the Nine Heavens Mountain, Ma Feifei had no way to solve the problem immediately because he couldn't find out if these beasts were still in Dubian Town.

"Let's see if they come back tonight," Ma Feifei thought to herself, lying in her rocking chair, squinting at the sun in the sky.

As night fell, a cool breeze swept through, making Dubian Town less sweltering. A faint smell of blood lingered in the air, the bloodstains left by the corpses in the Zhenbei side after the battle that day—humans and spirit beasts alike. Great battles are always so cruel; someone always dies.

But these things are perfectly normal for cultivators; that's just how the world is, and they have no other recourse but to occasionally sigh about it.

However, compared to last night, there were fewer cultivators lingering in taverns and entertainment venues tonight. Clearly, last night's events had put them on high alert. In particular, those cultivators who possessed Tianshu Fragment were hiding even more deeply, waiting until dawn to rush to the Wantong Trading Market to exchange their Tianshu Fragment, or perhaps sell them directly to those important figures who buy Tianshu Fragment with Spirit Crystal.

In any case, I can't keep the Tianshu Fragment in my hands.

Number 76, Luanfeng Manor.

In the vast courtyard, Luan Feng stood before a long table, holding a slender brush in her hand. On the table was a scroll depicting Luanfeng as she grew up.

She has been working on this painting for a long time, and now only the phoenix's head and tail are left unfinished. Give her a few more days, and she will be able to finish the painting.

The courtyard gate creaked open, and Yan Gexing walked in from outside.

"General." Yan Gexing walked slowly to Luan Feng's side, picked up the spatial bag with both hands and handed it over, saying, "These are the fragments collected today. Because there were too many buyers, we only received five."

"Thank you for your hard work." Luan Feng nodded slightly, her brush continuing to trace the lines without pausing.

The maidservant who was waiting nearby quickly stepped forward, curtsied, took the space bag from Yan Gexing's hand, and then returned to her original position.

The maid took the spatial bag. Yan Gexing straightened up, hesitated for a moment, and said, "General, news has come from the Yan State that Crown Prince Yan hopes you can return to Yan State to help him quell the internal strife."

"I'm not going," Luan Feng replied calmly, putting down the brush in her hand, picking up another brush with a finer tip, dipping it in paint, and beginning to fill in the colors.

Yan Gexing glanced at Luan Feng. He knew his general's personality; once he said that, there was no room for negotiation. So he could only sigh inwardly, cup his hands, and say, "Then this subordinate will take his leave. General, please rest well."

Luan Feng nodded, her gaze still fixed on the painting, and remained silent.

"General Yan, please take care." A maidservant curtsied respectfully as she saw him off.

Yan Gexing nodded and turned to leave.

"Call out"

Suddenly, Luan Feng, who had been focused on painting, paused, flipped her hand, and thrust the brush straight into a corner of the courtyard.

"Bang!"

The sound of the Tackle rippled through the yard, and the summer insects on the flowers and plants fell silent.

Luan Feng stared expressionlessly at the figures standing in the crowd.

It was a woman, dressed entirely in white, with white skin and white hair—everything about her was white. More importantly, she had a white tail.

Not human!

"How did you find me?" The woman looked at Luan Feng curiously, seemingly very interested in Luan Feng.

"The concealment technique is too rudimentary," Luan Feng replied calmly.

"Hehe," the woman's face instantly turned cold. Luan Feng's words were simply infuriating. Who was she? In the entire Nine Heavens Mountain, her concealment skills were the best, and the other party actually said that her concealment skills were low-level? This was simply a slap in the face to her proudest skill.

The woman, of course, could not tolerate it, and with a leap, she vanished into thin air.

"Call"

A gust of wind blew up, lifting the hem of her Luan Feng robe and her hair.

Luan Feng stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes slightly narrowed, and with a single right hand, surrounded by golden light, she struck out against the wind.

"Bang!"