159: You are not Lu Tao at all!

"Little Yueyue, are you in such a rush to find your Junior Brother Lu?"

Chen Miaoyin took light, graceful steps forward. Her fingertips, carrying a hint of warmth, gently pinched Murong Yue's flushed, pretty face, her eyes filled with a teasing smile. "Rest assured, I invited two Fellow Daoists to help us out a while ago. Based on the travel time, they should be arriving right about now."

"Really?!"

Murong Yue's almond-shaped eyes suddenly lit up. She grabbed Chen Miaoyin's sleeve and asked urgently, her voice even rising a pitch.

"Would Senior Sister ever lie to you?"

Chen Miaoyin feigned annoyance and glared at her, her fingertips brushing against the tassels hanging from her sleeves. "Qi Yunling, Luo Xuanxiao—you should recognize these two names, right?"

"It's them?!"

Murong Yue's eyes widened in pleasant surprise, and she nodded repeatedly.

Although Qi Yunling came from a small Sect, when he advanced to the Nascent Soul stage three years ago, his exquisite Beast Taming technique had stunned many.

The Swift Wind Golden Pupil Falcon under his command possessed a thin trace of Divine Beast Bloodline. Although it was only at the Peak of the Third Tier, its combat power could go head-to-head with a Fourth-Tier Demonic Beast.

However, this person was extremely lazy and didn't care at all about his ranking on the leaderboard.

Even though he clearly had the strength to charge into the top ten, he was currently just hovering at twenty-fifth place.

As for Luo Xuanxiao, the direct descendant of the Luo family of Zixiao Island, he had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage a few months ago.

His family's Zixiao Thunder Technique was masterful, and his Body Refining technique had even reached Minor Achievement; with a wave of his hand, he could tear apart a Low Grade Magic Treasure.

Although his current points were only over 1.2 million, placing him at seventy-fourth, anyone with a discerning eye could see that once the National War progressed further, him breaking into the top thirty was only a matter of time.

"You know, Senior Sister has always been popular."

Chen Miaoyin spun around, her moon-white skirt tracing a graceful arc in the air, the silver embroidery on the hem shimmering with fine light under the volcanic fire. She winked playfully at Murong Yue. "These two volunteered to help; they didn't ask for a single point."

"Senior Sister is still the best!"

Murong Yue gave a sincere thumbs-up, reached out to hook her arm into Chen Miaoyin's, and shook it gently, her tone filled with flattery. "If it were me trying to invite them, who knows how many points I'd have to pay to get them to move!"

"Consider yourselves lucky; they happen to be resting recently."

Chen Miaoyin tapped her forehead lightly with a touch of doting affection. "Let's head out, too. If we let that group outside keep blasting away, this Formation will be smashed sooner or later."

"But what about here..."

Murong Yue's gaze swept over the boiling lava pool behind her, her brows slightly furrowed.

The Crimson Flame Demonic Ape suppressed at the bottom of the pool was inherently violent and restless. Even with the Evil-Suppressing Tower pinning its Divine Soul, the Thunder Evil-Suppressing Formation locking its body, and three additional auxiliary Formations reinforcing it layer by layer, it would struggle every half hour, and as the lava surged, it would always shake the entire Immortal Cave, causing rocks to fall.

"It's fine. I just cast a 'Drunken Dream Illusion' on it; it should be able to sleep for three or four hours."

Chen Miaoyin pulled her and walked outward, her tone indifferent, as if she had just done something insignificant.

Murong Yue immediately understood.

If they were in the outside world and the Crimson Flame Demonic Ape were in a combat state, even if Chen Miaoyin wanted to cast the Spell, it would take a lot of effort.

But here, the Demonic Ape was imprisoned by layers of Formations, and even its Divine Soul was suppressed, so it was naturally easy to succeed.

Outside the cave, the Burning Heaven Volcano was already engulfed in roaring sounds.

Six Nascent Soul Cultivators hovered in mid-air, the spiritual light of their Magic Treasures almost dyeing half the sky. Every strike made the entire volcano shake violently.

The Cultivators of the Bitao Faction surrounded the core of the Formation. High-Grade Spirit Stones were shattered by spiritual power, and the pure spiritual energy was poured into the Formation through its patterns, but the rate of Spirit Stone consumption was already three times the usual amount.

Although the Formation's light barrier still maintained its complete arc, the originally lustrous white spiritual light had dimmed significantly, and fine cracks had even begun to appear at the edges.

An hour later, the six Nascent Soul Cultivators finally stopped their offensive and each took out Medicinal Pills from their Storage Pouches to consume.

Continuous high-intensity output was something even a Nascent Soul Cultivator's spiritual power couldn't sustain.

Shen Qingxuan's knuckles gripping his jade ruler turned white. His gaze was fixed on the teetering light barrier, the anger in his heart almost burning out of him.

After nearly two hours of fierce attacks, let alone hurting anyone, his side had instead lost over two hundred Core Formation Cultivators under the bombardment of the enemy's black armor mothership and the Cultivators' Formation.

"Keep attacking!"

As the medicinal effect of the pill just began to dissolve in his body, Shen Qingxuan roared and threw the jade ruler in his hand high into the air.

The Magic Treasure's spiritual light surged, instantly transforming into a green-white jade ruler tens of zhang long, smashing into the light barrier with a wind-splitting sound.

The other five Nascent Soul Cultivators, though solemn-faced, did not dare to be negligent and each brought out their trump card Magic Treasures.

Some channeled fireballs like falling meteors, others invoked golden light like a torrential downpour. The six attacks stacked together, almost pressing the entire sky down onto the Formation.

A moment later, a faint but clear 'crack' sound was heard. A hair-thin crack on the light barrier, amidst the shock of everyone, slowly began to spread.

"Oh no! The Formation is about to break!"

Murong Yue's expression darkened, and she sprang up from the ground with a tap of her toes.

A water-blue silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve, circling three times in the air before transforming into a water dragon a zhang long. It opened its mouth and spat out streams of water arrows, rushing straight at those Yangquan Faction Cultivators attempting to approach the light barrier.

Zhao Lie also rushed out right behind her, his fiery red spear igniting with three feet of flames. As the spear tip cut through the air, even the surrounding temperature rose sharply.

Facing the sky full of Spells, he slashed down fiercely, the spear shadow like a fire dragon emerging from the sea, instantly blocking the attack of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"You arrived just in time."

Chen Miaoyin's mind stirred, and a faint smile curled at the corners of her lips.

A white jade flute appeared out of thin air in front of her. As she soared into the sky, the clear, melodious sound of the flute was like a spring breeze brushing over a lake, carrying fine ripples of spiritual power, silently sweeping across the entire battlefield.

In an instant, a trace of confusion flashed through the eyes of the Yangquan Faction's Core Formation Cultivators, and their originally readied Spells suddenly dissipated.

Some even forgot to control their Flying Boats and fell straight toward the ground.

Even the Spells the six Nascent Soul Cultivators were launching at Murong Yue and Zhao Lie slightly deviated in direction.

The attacks that should have hit them flew right past their Magic Treasure light barriers instead.

"It's an Illusion Sound Spell!"

Shen Qingxuan's expression changed drastically. His gaze locked onto Chen Miaoyin, who was still wearing Lu Tao's appearance, his voice filled with incredulous shock and anger. "You are not Lu Tao at all!"

"I never said that I was Lu Tao."

Chen Miaoyin's smile deepened, her fingertips still pressing on the flute's holes.

The melodious flute music not only did not stop, but it also gained a more urgent rhythm, like fine needles constantly piercing into everyone's Sea of Consciousness.

"You are Chen Miaoyin?!"

Xiao Zhuyun's pupils contracted violently, and he gritted his teeth, making a clacking sound.

They had actually been tricked!

Lu Tao was not stationed in Yangyuan Cave at all!

"Then where on earth did Lu Tao go?!"

A Loose Cultivator Nascent Soul was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, and his voice even trembled.

They had followed Shen Qingxuan here, wanting points but also fearing Lu Tao's strength.

After all, he was a Disciple of a True Immortal; no one dared to guarantee they could take his full-power strike.

But now that the main person wasn't even here, hadn't they wasted an hour for nothing?

If they had used their full strength to break the Formation from the beginning, they would have probably already charged into the Immortal Cave by now and looted all the points and resources inside!