The Game with Fairies

The cold rain drizzled down, washing over everything between heaven and earth.

Inside the tent on Pingyang Hill, as Li Muyang finally embraced the beauty in his arms, the military formation of the Blood Lotus Sect below the ridge was filled with a murderous aura.

The burly and massive demonic beasts sneezed restlessly in the rain, loathing the cold water.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Inside the tent with the curtains open to the rain, Shen Yan, wrapped in a thick fur cloak and sitting by the charcoal fire, gently exhaled a breath of cold air.

Her attire was out of place compared to everyone else in the tent.

Dugu Yifang, the leader of the Qingfeng Hall, sat bare-chested by the entrance of the tent, wiping the blade in his hands, allowing the cold droplets from outside to fall on his robust abs.

In the midst of the storm, a messenger rushed in to report the latest intelligence to Shen Yan.

The Blood Lotus Sect had prepared for this uprising for years, training over forty thousand demonic beasts.

On land where cultivation was sealed, these demonic beast cavalry were nearly invincible and met little resistance.

All the passes and cities within a radius of fifteen hundred li from Tianjiao City had been captured by the Blood Lotus Sect and were under their control.

Now, the Demon Refining Sect had stopped probing and was amassing troops on the edge of the cultivation-forbidden area.

Centered around Tianjiao City, the Demon Refining Sect had gathered six armies from six different directions, intending to break through with sheer numbers and overwhelm the Blood Lotus Sect’s demonic beast cavalry.

The Demon Refining Sect, after all, was a major faction of the demonic path.

Once mobilized, an endless stream of mortal warriors was transferred here from various cities, a vast number that was daunting to behold.

Of the twelve Demonic Sect elders who were initially trapped in Tianjiao City, only three were captured by the Blood Lotus Sect, with the rest successfully escaping the area.

Gong Yanghong, the sect master of the Demonic Sect who had been missing from the start, appeared in public on the third day.

However, capturing three Demonic Sect elders was already a dazzling achievement.

Below Pingyang Hill, Shen Yan listened to the latest battle reports and said softly, “Next, we must fight a few decisive battles…”

The Demon Refining Sect, caught unprepared, would not let this go easily.

After losing three elders, Gong Yanghong would certainly seek retribution.

The Blood Lotus Sect was about to face wave after wave of counterattacks from the Demon Refining Sect.

“…The sect master asks when you will return to Tianjiao City to take charge,” the messenger said.

“With the great battle imminent, the sect master hopes you won’t waste too much time on Pingyang Hill.”

The messenger’s words were met with a brief silence from Shen Yan.

Then she nodded and said, “Go back and report to the sect leader that I need two more days.”

Looking up at the small hill directly opposite the tent entrance, Shen Yan sighed softly, “In two days, I will withdraw and return to Tianjiao City to preside over it.”

In the past, the various branches of the Blood Lotus Sect were scattered, and the rules within the sect were always lax.

The heads of the branches and Incense Masters would only meet once every year or two, and their areas of activity were also far apart.

There were even sharp ideological conflicts between different branches.

Although everyone adhered to the same beliefs, their interpretations of the teachings varied.

In the past, the distance allowed for differences to coexist, but now they had to fight as one under the command of the new sect leader, and the heads of the major branches and their followers were not used to it, leading to occasional minor conflicts.

With the situation being tense, the sect leader needed to be at the front lines to resist the powerful enemy, so the task of sitting in Tianjiao City to coordinate and balance everything fell on Shen Yan’s shoulders.

Tianjiao City, where the ancient immortal artifact, the Four Directions Cauldron, was located, was the heart of the Blood Lotus Sect’s uprising.

The blood mist released by the Four Directions Cauldron could not only erode the cultivation of everyone on this land but also enhance the combat power of the Blood Lotus Sect followers.

The Four Directions Cauldron and Tianjiao City needed someone to guard and preside over them.

Now, apart from the sect leader, the only person within the sect capable of this role was Shen Yan, the daughter of the former sect leader.

Watching the messenger leave in the pouring rain, Dugu Yifang, who was sitting by the tent door, spoke up.

“Two days’ time… is that enough?”

The terrain on Pingyang Hill was narrow, and the beast cavalry couldn’t be utilized.

They could only rely on the flesh and blood of the Blood Lotus Sect followers to squeeze upwards.

However, with such terrain, a disciple of the Demonic Sect wielding a spiritual weapon could hold the line by himself.

Over the past two days, the Blood Lotus Sect’s assaults had become more and more fierce, but they had never been able to break through the enemy’s defenses.

Even the continuously increasing offers to surrender had failed to shake the resolve of that person.

Although it was a bit absurd for a diehard to emerge from a Demon Path sect that prioritized interests, by now, everyone had to accept that the person on Pingyang Hill was unwaveringly loyal to the Demon Refining Sect.

If he wasn’t fiercely loyal, would a mere Inner Sect disciple in a white robe face such a perilous situation and remain unmoved by the vast opportunities that surrendering would bring?

Dugu Yifang shook his head, “Two days’ time, I’m afraid it won’t be enough to break through that defense line.”

Dugu Yifang was not optimistic about Shen Yan’s decision.

But Shen Yan sighed and said, “These two days are my last attempt and also that person’s last chance…”

Looking at the small hill in the storm, Shen Yan whispered, “Martial God Tyrant Body… If such a physique could be used by us, it would become a powerful force for the Blood Lotus Sect, and I want to try my best to win it over.”

“If he surrenders, there is still hope to rescue the two captured Incense Masters.”

“But if he insists on not surrendering…”

Shen Yan sighed, “Xie Shanhai, the head of the branch, is just sixty li away. If I return to Tianjiao City in two days, I will ask Xie Shanhai to launch a fierce attack on this place.”

“If the Martial God Tyrant Body cannot be used by us, it must not fall into the hands of others!”

Hearing Shen Yan’s words, Dugu Yifang’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Xie Shanhai, huh…”

If that mad dog is called over, then the person on the hill is doomed.

Dugu Yifang grinned and laughed, “Suddenly, I hope that guy on the hill is stubborn to the end. If that mad dog Xie Shanhai comes over and clashes with him in two days, I wonder whose teeth will get knocked out… Haha…”

Dugu Yifang’s laughter spread far in the pouring rain as the Blood Lotus Sect followers below Pingyang Hill wiped their blades and began to assemble their troops.

Surrounded by a continuous military camp, Pingyang Hill was filled with a deathly stillness.

The Demonic Sect cultivators hid in their hastily constructed rough tents to avoid the rain, applying medicinal ointments to each other and resting to recover their strength.

Every Demonic Sect cultivator’s face bore a gray and wooden weariness.

The continuous fighting had pushed the nerves of these two hundred or so people to the limit.

No one could say when that string would snap.

But until death came, the cultivators on the hill had no choice but to keep going, with no one daring to relax or give up.

The instinct to survive is fundamental to all living beings.