Two Plans in Hand, Completing the Return-to-Truth Pill; Decisive Slaughter, the Ten-Thousand-Sword Yun Family

War had erupted once more.

Although the main battlefield lay far away on the border between the Yan and Jin Kingdoms, an immense distance from the Song Region, the chill and killing air of war had already swept over towering mountains like an invisible tide, seeping into the heart of every cultivator in Extreme Mountain Immortal City.

After all, Extreme Mountain Immortal City stood not far from the Song-Jin border.

Whichever direction the flames of war came from, this foremost immortal city of the Song Region would bear the brunt.

The tea attendant continued sharing his rumors, eyebrows dancing and spittle flying. Clearly, he considered this "secret intelligence" his means of pleasing his customers.

Lin Changheng held his teacup and listened, his expression indifferent as he quietly weighed his plans.

This time-the Jin Territory would probably be battered beyond recognition.

First came the Song-Jin War. They had barely endured until the ceasefire, and before they had enjoyed more than a few years of recovery, the Yan Kingdom had declared war on them. Although the Song Kingdom had immediately allied with the Jin Kingdom, knowing that when the lips were gone, the teeth would feel the cold, the battlefield remained in Jin Territory.

For a mortal nation, thirty-odd years might have been enough for two generations to grow up and restore its strength. For the cultivation world, however, that little time was nowhere near enough.

The loss of high-level cultivators required decades, even a century, to replace; the wounds suffered by sects and lineages required long years to heal; and the resources consumed were beyond counting.

This time, the Jin Territory might not hold out.

Yet while war was terrible news for others, it was not necessarily a bad thing for Lin Changheng.

Wars in the cultivation world had rules of