Mo Wuya (No More Today)

Barbarian-Resisting City, Barbarian-Resisting Hall.

Lu Qingshan sat in the main seat, with more than forty Nascent Soul Cultivator sitting on both sides, each with a different expression.

In this battle, the Human Race lost more than ten Nascent Soul Cultivator, Barbarian Race suffered even greater losses, losing more than twenty Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"The Barbarian Race have sent envoys to sue for peace and negotiate with us."

Lu Qingshan said with a smile.

"They've finally agreed to make peace, that's great!"

"Senior Mo is truly awe-inspiring; otherwise, the Barbarian Race wouldn't have submitted so easily."

"That's right, Senior Mo's Divine Ability abilities are far beyond what ordinary people can compare to."

The cultivators all showed joy and praised the Spirit Transformation cultivator from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"We also suffered considerable losses in this battle. Of course, we certainly made the Barbarian Race bleed, ceding a large area of territory, and the territory was distributed according to merit."

Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice.

You can find out how many high-level cultivators each sect has killed by checking their Merit Points points. The more high-level cultivators killed, the greater the merit and the larger the territory gained.

Only in this way will the Ten Thousand Swords Sect issue a call to arms, and other major forces will respond. If it's just empty promises, even if other forces come, they won't contribute.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, our Mystic Yang Sect lost two Nascent Soul Cultivator in battle. Even if they didn't achieve great merit, they certainly deserve credit for their hard work!"

True Monarch Xuanyang frowned and said.

The Mystic Yang Sect suffered heavy losses, losing two Nascent Soul Cultivator and severely weakening its strength.

"Fellow Daoist Han, rest assured, we will provide compensation, two Nascent Soul Spirit Item, and a sum of cultivation resources."

Lu Qingshan said, as if remembering something, "We will provide compensation for high-level cultivators who die in battle, and we will also reward those who make great contributions. As for those who retreat in the face of battle, we will severely punish them."

The Barbarian Race cultivators were powerful. In this great battle, several high-level Human Race cultivators were forced to retreat, but fortunately, no serious consequences resulted.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Nascent Soul Cultivator present softened.

After talking for more than two hours, Lu Qingshan announced the end of the meeting and told them to go back and rest.

Lu Qingshan arrived at a vast manor, complete with pavilions, terraces, and long corridors.

A tall, thin old man in a blue robe sat beside Zhang Qing stone table, his body emanating no magical Law Power. Qi Kexin stood beside him, her expression respectful.

Lu Qingshan walked up to the old man in the blue robe, bowed, and said, "Uncle Mo, everything has been taken care of. We're just waiting for the Barbarian Race to send someone to negotiate with us."

"I'll leave this to you now. Thank you for your hard work."

The old man in the blue robe gave the instructions.

Mo Wuya, early stage of Spirit Transformation.

"Compared to Uncle Mo, what hardship have we endured? Uncle Mo, Barbarian Race really not possess Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure?"

Lu Qingshan asked cautiously.

"The Barbarian Race must have possessed Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure in the past, but it's hard to say now. It was probably taken to the Spirit Realm by the previous Great Elder. After all, accidents can happen during ascension, and having Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure would be better."

Mo Wuya said.

"Uncle Mo, you failed to severely injure the Great Elder of the Golden Crow Tribe?"

Lu Qingshan asked curiously.

"His physical body is very strong. I'm not entirely sure. That news is probably false, but it doesn't matter. Let's just consider this a bloodletting for the Barbarian Race."

Mo Wuya said nonchalantly.

After being betrayed by the Barbarian Race, the Human Race would take action against the Barbarian Race every now and then to weaken Barbarian Race strength.

Lu Qingshan nodded. "Yes, Uncle Mo is wise."

"Alright, I'll leave this to you. I have other things to take care of."

After saying this, Mo Wuya transformed into a Escape Light and disappeared.

Lu Qingshan and Qi Kexin exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.

Early the next morning, Du Yinyin, Master Ice Silkworm, Shen Long, and Xu Yang left the Spirit Control Garden, intending to head to the Southern Border Cultivation World.

"Oh, Madam Han!"

Shen Long let out a soft "Eh."

Han Yuwei and Lin Yutong stood at the entrance of the Spirit Control Garden. They quickly walked up, bowed, and said in unison, "Junior Han Yuwei (Lin Yutong) greets Senior Du."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Du Yinyin asked.

"Thanks to Fellow Daoist Lin's help, my daughter was able to escape danger. I also know some friends in the Southern Border Cultivation World, who might be able to lend a hand. Could you please take us with you, senior?"

Han Yuwei said politely.

"We will not disturb you, senior; we will act entirely according to your orders."

Lin Yutong added.

Du Yinyin was slightly taken aback and looked at Master Ice Silkworm. Master Ice Silkworm said, "Yuwei, you don't need to go with us. With Aunt Du, Shen Long, and Junior Brother Xu here, there won't be any problems."

"You saved Yutong, I owe you that, and now I'm just repaying you."

Han Yuwei's tone was flat.

What if I don't agree?

Du Yinyin said.

"Then I will go to the Southern Border Cultivation World on my own initiative to do my part, hoping only to have a clear conscience."

Han Yuwei said seriously.

"Well said, 'I have a clear conscience.' Alright! I'll take you all, but let me make this clear beforehand: you'll have to follow my instructions on the road."

Du Yinyin said.

"Yes, Senior Du."

Han Yuwei and Lin Yutong readily agreed.

Du Yinyin nodded and strode forward, with Shen Long and Xu Yang following behind.

"Yuwei! You don't need to follow us."

Master Ice Silkworm sighed.

"Stop talking nonsense, break the curse first, and then we'll go our separate ways."

Han Yuwei frowned as she spoke.

Master Ice Silkworm nodded and quickly followed.

After leaving the Barbarian-Resisting City, Du Yinyin summoned a flying boat that shimmered with red light and boarded it. The four members of the Master Ice Silkworm quickly followed.

Du Yinyin made a hand seal, and the Red Flying Boat soared into the sky, quickly disappearing from sight.

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Sky Wolf City, a vast manor.

Wu Xian and Wu Yan were sitting in a Cyan Stone Pavilion, talking about something.

Wu Xian held a portrait in his hand, which depicted Shen Long.

Shen Long had changed his appearance, but he was still recognized when he released his Spirit Beast Spirit Insect to fight.

"Shen Long of the Spirit Control Sect! Don't let me run into him, or I will definitely extract his soul and refine his spirit."

Wu Xian's face was filled with murderous intent.

His descendants were killed by Shen Long, but unfortunately, he was fighting against Nascent Soul Cultivator at the time and had no time to attend to Wu Mountain.

"Life and death are predestined, let's take care of business first! The Barbarian Race are too weak, they were defeated so quickly."

Wu Yan said sarcastically.

"Human Race regularly bleed the Barbarian Race dry, and the number of high-level cultivators among the Barbarian Race is far less than that of Human Race. In addition, many of the Human Race Nascent Soul Cultivator possess Spirit Treasure, so they are at a disadvantage in battle. If it weren't for the strong physical bodies of the Barbarian Race cultivators, the casualties would be even greater."

Wu Xian said.

"But that's fine too. If the Barbarian Race win, they might break the agreement. They help us find treasure, and we can provide them with appropriate support."

Wu Yan said with a smile.

"Hopefully we can get our hands on that thing! Perhaps our clan can cultivate a fifth-tier Spirit Insect."

Wu Xian's face showed anticipation.

Wu Yan nodded and said, "I hope so! Even with the help of the Barbarian Race, entering the Immortal Burial Mound to search for treasure is still a very dangerous undertaking."