159: Chapter 159: Well done? Transferred to a new battlefield!

Li Changsheng turned around and walked toward the mountain path.

Behind him, the few Jinyang Sect Disciples looked at each other in confusion.

Finally, one person grit their teeth and followed.

Then came a second, a third...

Watching this scene, Zhao Qian's eyes suddenly felt a bit sore.

He rubbed his eyes hard and followed as well.

On the mountain path, the evil cultivators were charging upward frantically.

Li Changsheng led those seven or eight Jinyang Sect Disciples to set up a defensive line at a narrow corner.

"The terrain here is narrow; they won't be able to utilize their advantage in numbers."

He quickly assigned tasks.

"You few, use long-range Spells to attack. Don't show your faces."

"You few, stay at the front with me to block their charge."

Although those Jinyang Sect Disciples were afraid, having someone to command them actually helped them calm down.

They took their positions according to Li Changsheng's instructions.

The evil cultivators charged up.

Charging at the very front was a demonic cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, his face hideous as he brandished a blood-colored longblade.

Li Changsheng met him with a sword strike!

Sword and blade clashed, sparks flying in all directions!

The demonic cultivator grinned savagely.

"Little bastard, you're looking for death!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Changsheng's second strike had already arrived!

His sword was both fast and ruthless, each strike aimed directly at a vital point!

The demonic cultivator hadn't expected him to be so fast; he struggled to parry and soon fell into a disadvantage!

After ten moves, Li Changsheng sliced off his head with a single strike!

The demonic cultivator's eyes widened as he slowly collapsed.

"Well killed!"

Behind him, the few Jinyang Sect Disciples cheered.

Li Changsheng did not stop, continuing to meet the second enemy.

More evil cultivators swarmed up.

Li Changsheng led those few Jinyang Sect Disciples to stubbornly hold that narrow mountain path.

Though they were few, they held the geographical advantage and actually managed to hold back the evil cultivators' first wave of impact!

One stick of incense, two sticks, three sticks.

Li Changsheng was covered in blood, with several more wounds added to his body.

Two of the Jinyang Sect Disciples beside him had also fallen, but of those remaining, not one retreated.

Because behind them was the mountain peak.

Behind them were the wounded who hadn't had time to evacuate.

Behind them were their fellow Disciples.

"Senior Brother!"

Zhao Qian suddenly cried out in alarm.

"Over there! People are charging up from over there too!"

Li Changsheng looked back, his heart sinking.

On the mountain path on the other side, the figures of evil cultivators had also appeared.

They were flanking from the side, attempting to encircle the mountain peak.

And on their side, there was no longer any spare manpower.

Just then, a figure descended from the sky and landed before them.

It was a Golden Core Elder of the Jinyang Sect.

It was the Elder who had previously suggested reinforcing the eastern array foundation.

He was covered in blood and his aura was unstable, clearly having just escaped from the internal strife.

He glanced at the evil cultivators on the mountain path, then at Li Changsheng and those Jinyang Sect Disciples, a trace of complex light flashing in his eyes.

"You all..."

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Have done very well."

He turned and charged toward the other mountain path.

Sword light flared, and the evil cultivators fell with screams.

With the addition of a Golden Core Stage combatant, the situation reversed instantly.

Li Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Zhao Qian quickly supported him.

"Senior Brother, hold on!"

Li Changsheng shook his head without speaking.

He looked toward the mountain peak.

The sounds of fighting there continued, but they were much weaker than before.

It was unclear if the traitors had been suppressed or if the internal strife had temporarily subsided.

He looked down the mountain path again.

The evil cultivators' offensive had been blocked; they couldn't charge up for the time being.

At least for this moment, they had held the line.

He leaned against the stone wall, closed his eyes, and panted heavily.

Beside him, the few Jinyang Sect Disciples also slumped down; some were crying, some were laughing, and some were silently bandaging their wounds.

No one spoke.

But Li Changsheng knew that at this moment, they were no longer people of the Qinglan Sword Sect and the Jinyang Sect.

They were just people.

Just people who wanted to live.

In the distance, the horizon began to pale like a fish's belly.

A new day was coming.

The internal chaos of the Jinyang Sect finally subsided after daybreak.

Elder Qian was slain on the spot, and his several accomplices were either killed or had fled.

However, the Jinyang Sect had also paid a heavy price.

Two Golden Core Elders had fallen, one was heavily injured, and countless Disciples of the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining Stages were dead or wounded.

Li Changsheng sat amidst the ruins, watching those Jinyang Sect Disciples silently collect the bodies of their companions, an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The traitors were dead, but the rift remained.

Those scenes of mutual slaughter would be forever etched into the heart of every survivor.

"Li Changsheng."

A voice came from behind. Li Changsheng turned and saw a Golden Core Elder of the Qinglan Sword Sect standing not far away.

It was one of the two Golden Cores who had stayed behind, surnamed Chen, with a serious face and deep gaze.

Li Changsheng stood up and cupped his fists, "Elder Chen."

Elder Chen looked at him with a trace of scrutiny in his gaze.

"I heard about what happened last night."

He said slowly.

"You did very well."

Li Changsheng did not speak.

Elder Chen continued.

"There is now a mission that requires you to go."

Li Changsheng's heart tightened.

Elder Chen said,

"Over at Qingxin Pavilion, the battle is critical."

"We need to send people to reinforce them. Your performance last night proved that you are sufficiently calm and brave. Therefore, I have decided to send you."

Reinforce Qingxin Pavilion.

Li Changsheng fell silent.

He thought of those Elders who fought internally over Medicinal Pills, those fellow Disciples who abandoned their posts for storage pouches, and those cold gazes and hurtful words.

He didn't want to go.

But he knew he had to go.

Because over at Qingxin Pavilion, there were also ordinary Disciples like him who just wanted to live.

"This Disciple accepts the command."

He cupped his fists.

Half an hour later, a ten-man squad set out from the Jinyang Sect, heading toward Qingxin Pavilion.

To call it a squad, it was actually just a motley crew cobbled together temporarily.

Besides Li Changsheng, there were two Foundation Establishment Initial Stage Disciples from the Qinglan Sword Sect, two Foundation Establishment Initial Stage Disciples from the Jinyang Sect, and four Loose Cultivators. There was also a leader, a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Senior Brother from the Qinglan Sword Sect surnamed Fang, who had an arrogant expression.

The leader spoke very little along the way, only occasionally urging everyone to speed up.

Li Changsheng walked in the middle of the group, remaining vigilant.

He had never walked this path before, but he roughly knew the direction.

Qingxin Pavilion was to the northwest, requiring them to cross a continuous mountain range and several stretches of wasteland.

At their current speed, it would take about two days.

The first day passed without incident.

At noon on the second day, they entered a dense woodland.

Li Changsheng looked around, his brow furrowing slightly.

This woodland was too quiet.

There was no birdsong, no insect chirps, not even the sound of wind.

He stopped his pace and said in a low voice,

"Something's wrong."

Senior Brother Fang looked back at him and said impatiently,

"What could be wrong?"

"Getting there is what's important; don't be so paranoid."

Li Changsheng ignored him, merely tightening his grip on his sword hilt, his gaze scanning the surrounding woods.

Just then.

Whoosh!

A black arrow shot out from the woods, heading straight for the center of Senior Brother Fang's back!

Senior Brother Fang was greatly alarmed and scrambled to dodge; the arrow grazed his shoulder and left a bloody trail on his face!

"Enemy attack!"

Before the words were finished, countless arrows shot out from the woods, pouring down like a torrential rain!

Screams rose one after another!

Two Loose Cultivators were shot into hedgehogs on the spot, falling into pools of blood.

Two Jinyang Sect Disciples were also hit and injured, clutching their wounds and screaming in pain.

A Disciple from the Qinglan Sword Sect was shot through the throat, falling without even making a sound.

Li Changsheng brandished his sword, parrying those arrows while quickly retreating behind a large tree.

"Hide behind the trees! Don't run around blindly!"