The sixteenth day of the first lunar month.
Though the Lantern Festival had passed only a day ago, most cultivators did not suffer from any "post-holiday syndrome." They had already begun their cultivation for the new year.
Land Immortal City was now bustling with activity, though the air still carried a trace of tension. Outside the city, the defensive formations were fully activated, and the entire city was shrouded beneath a dreamlike blue curtain of light. Palm-sized snowflakes and musket-ball hail mingled with the frigid wind, lashing at the city, only to be blocked by the light screen every time.
A vast spell cast by the Dragon King had altered the weather across half of the Divine Land, yet it could not shake this tiny city.
Before the rise of modern cultivation, Land had always been a nail, firmly pinning humanity's power to the shore of the West Sea. Now that Free and Unfettered Cultivators had forced the dragon clan to sign an alliance beneath the city walls, Land had become the first line of defense against Demon Race incursions.
This gave the people of Land an inborn pride and iron-blooded spirit. Even the Immortal Academy students shared this sentiment.
Qiu Yunlong looked at the sky and asked his companions, "Say, if we can't hold out this time, should we compete to see who kills more demon beasts before dying?"
"Watch your mouth." Kun Zhongxuan shook his head. "If we're competing, we should compete to see who kills more during the counterattack."
"Hehe, then I've got this in the bag."
Kun Zhongxuan refused to accept that. "Our cultivation styles are poles apart. How do you know you'll definitely win?"
"Says the guy who got beaten by one punch half a month ago."
"Hehe, that person only used one move to