The Clever Ren Feiyang

Hearing Taichu's words, a warmth spread through Ye Lin's heart. Taichu had paved his path entirely; having such a master was truly exhilarating.

This was the first time Ye Lin had experienced the thrill of having backing.

"In addition to the fifty Nascent Soul Realm disciples, there are three hundred Golden Core Outer Sect disciples. All of them will be under your command. Go now; the Mysterious Yin Sect has three Spirit Transformation True Persons."

"I believe you can handle them. Go."

After Taichu finished speaking, Ye Lin bowed respectfully to him, then turned and headed straight into Nameless Mountain.

At this moment, in the Inner Sect plaza, fifty Nascent Soul Realm cultivators stood in a vast, imposing formation.

After all, Nameless Mountain was the premier power of the Human Race in the Eastern Continent. Usually, one could barely catch a glimpse of a few disciples, but once a call went out, the number of cultivators that could be summoned was terrifying.

"Hiss, so many Nascent Soul Inner Sect disciples—what are they planning to do? Their aura is overwhelming; I fear each one of them could take on three or four opponents of the same rank."

"That goes without saying. These fifty Nascent Soul disciples were secretly cultivated by Nameless Mountain. They are different from us; they are like the military formations of a dynasty."

"While the combat power of any single one of them might not be exceptional, the formation they compose when united can briefly hold off a Spirit Transformation True Person."

Hearing the explanation from a disciple nearby, the surrounding disciples all gasped. This was simply too incredible.

They were Inner Sect disciples of Nameless Mountain, yet for the first time, they felt a sense of unfamiliarity with the place. Beneath the seemingly Ordinary exterior of Nameless