Chapter 837: Bound to the Birth System, Becoming a Winner in Life Chapter 838: Cannon Fodder in a Xuanhuan World (58)

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Main Character:

Shen Yao

The final battle's intensity was easy to imagine.

Shen Yao stood to the side watching the spectacle, finally experiencing what "no one survives" meant.

Tsk tsk tsk

That's a bit ruthless.

The system told the Host not to just watch without joining in, after all, a true expert was needed to hold the line here (specifically referring to Shen Yao), otherwise if the Floating City was completely destroyed, it would be very difficult to recover.

"No rush, no rush," Shen Yao raised her hand and waved, while simultaneously pointing at the two clan heads who seemed ready to fight to the death but didn't actually want to die, "They still have trump cards up their sleeves; I don't believe they would choose to admit defeat so easily."

One must know that once they admit defeat, they have nothing; besides, both sides fought so fiercely that there was basically no room for reconciliation. If they didn't press the opponent to death directly, were they supposed to leave a tail behind and wait for a gentleman's revenge decades or a hundred years later, the "ten years is not too late" mode?

Shen Yao:...

Such a strange thing happening to a great clan wasn't unfamiliar, but it happening to two great clans with such deep hatred was basically impossible.

They were all outstanding figures who had walked out of clan-extermination crises; wildfires cannot burn everything, and the spring wind brings life again—who could truly show mercy?

System:...

"Host, they still have trump cards?" Looking at them, they've already been beaten to vomiting blood.

The system didn't believe the Host's trump card theory, but no sooner had its voice fallen than the reversal on the scene slapped its face again and again.

Only to see the two clan heads, whose auras fluctuated between weak and strong, each unleash their inner universes, as if losing health automatically unlocked counterattack abilities; facing a host of strong enemies, they directly went on a rampage, and many who couldn't react in time were killed outright.

Huh?

What ability is this? Could it be that both sides' previous performances were faked?

The system's confusion was resolved by the Host, "No, no, no, they don't have that kind of skill.

Besides, pretending is also a talent; the great clans who have been high and mighty for too long would find it truly difficult to put on an act."

Shen Yao continued to look at the battlefield before her, especially the arts flying everywhere above the battlefield, with corpses and contracted beasts blasted away all around front, back, left, and right; it could be said this battlefield was truly very dangerous, and even renowned cultivators might not necessarily escape unscathed.

"Trump cards need to be brought out bit by bit; right now, it's just that the timing has arrived."

From the very beginning of the plan, Shen Yao could imagine how much energy the Xuan Yuan Clan and Sima Clan had; this wasn't mere flattery, after all Shen Yao was good at judging others by herself. Although these people couldn't reach her height, similar experiences would bring the same choices. She pointed at a light ring not far away emitting extremely heavy pressure, signaling the System to keep a closer eye on it.

"It should be some art left behind, undoubtedly extremely precious; otherwise neither side could drag it out to this extent before using it."

Sure enough, Shen Yao's words received direct confirmation from both sides present.

The Xuan Yuan Patriarch cursed the Sima Clan for having wolfish ambitions and daring to leave anything behind.

The Sima Clan Head said the Xuan Yuan Clan had too many tricks up their sleeve; since they did the first, what was wrong with them doing the fifteenth?

"Xuan Yuan Patriarch, no more nonsense; use whatever means you have, otherwise I'll really worry whether you still have the chance to use them?"

"Hmph! Sima Clan Head, you'd better care more about the situation in Chen Zhou.

You lost the wife and the troops; Sima Clan Head, your brain doesn't seem to work well."

"..."

The two sides traded insults back and forth with just those few lines; wanting to curse loudly but still had to mind their image.

The System felt this was really unsatisfying; they were mortal enemies, how could they be so lacking in killing power?

Shen Yao:...

Could it be that this was already the most vicious thing they could curse? After all, even if the great clans high and mighty were rotten inside, on the surface they still needed to learn propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame, knowing how to maintain their image.

Ignoring the System's nagging, Shen Yao continued to survey the battlefield before her.

The Sima Clan and Xuan Yuan Clan's rampages mostly canceled each other out; what remained were the followers caught in the crossfire, suffering heavy losses.

Shen Yao saw the Chang Clan, and saw that youth who was on the verge of collapse and vomiting blood.

The youth's eyes held fear and dread, but no longer the numbness and despair from before; perhaps in such a war, he had gradually understood his role—a pawn.

Whether or not they were beguiled, they could not escape their own destiny.

The youth turned his head and spat another mouthful of blood; the bright red fresh blood had long dyed this land red.

His grandfather who had previously stopped him was already dead, and the Chang Clan members still alive were few and far between.

The youth became the pillar of the Chang Clan, with the clansmen placing great hopes on him; they urgently wanted to know what they could still do to turn the situation around.

"Pick up our weapons; the facts are already clear—if the Sima Clan and Xuan Yuan Clan are not destroyed, we have absolutely no hope of survival."

In today's war, all factions had joined the fight; to live, they had to slaughter their opponents completely.

The youth had lost the chance to dream; he understood he had no way out.

The shattered Spirit Jade emitted a faint light; the people who had gathered again organized their teams and set out toward the crowd with determined eyes.

Suddenly, in a flash of brilliant light, it vanished cleanly.

The System exclaimed that they really weren't afraid of death, "If I remember correctly, these followers were never the type with firm resolve; why are they now willing to give their all?"

"At the critical moment of life and death, if they don't give their all, all efforts will be in vain.

They have already taken ninety-nine steps; as for the last step, even if it is very difficult, are you willing to strive for it, or just choose to give up?"

"Oh, I forgot to say, they cannot give up, because they don't have a next chance."

Everyone who stepped onto the battlefield today faced a test of life and death.

Want to live? Then win this war; otherwise, you can only become the victors' stepping stone, become their recorded achievements, become the capital for their descendants to boast about in the future.

System:...

Tsk tsk tsk

Person and System no longer spoke, but seriously watched the intensifying war before them.

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Despite their absolute confidence, flesh-and-blood mortals could never resist such power when facing overwhelming force.

The youth charged ahead again and again, the wounds on his body growing more numerous and more severe, until he could no longer sustain these suicidal attacks and finally collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

Images like a revolving lantern appeared before his eyes; the youth thought of his carefree boyhood, his indignant youth, and everything now made clear.

Pity.

They were so close to success—why couldn't they kill those people? Were all their sacrifices in vain, and would the Floating City ultimately become someone else's prize?

The youth refused to accept it; more than refusal, it was the sorrow of the weak.

If only I were a little stronger, if only I had more power, if only... if only I had woken up and repented sooner, would everything be different?

The youth didn't know—he was simply too exhausted; how could he withstand the aftermath of the battlefield?

After the youth completely lost consciousness, a faint white light enveloped him.

The light vanished in an instant; if no one had been watching him closely, it would not have been noticed at all.

The System subconsciously wiped its head (even though it had no hands and no fixed body), "Phew, thank goodness everything made it in time."

Otherwise, if this person died, they would have to find a new leader puppet.

You should know Lu Yan didn't just invest in one person; others had more or less been invested in by Lu Yan as well, but compared to the youth, those people had serious issues, and in comparison, the youth was more suited for this position.

Shen Yao signaled the System to quietly transfer the youth to a corner after it finished its tasks; although it wasn't yet her chance to act, temporarily saving someone posed no difficulty for her.

"Host, have these two great clans still not decided a winner?"

The System felt the Xuan Yuan Clan and Sima Clan had too many trump cards; surely you wouldn't really play them one by one until they were all gone, right?

"Wait and see; we might get to see other scenes—who knows what they're thinking?"

Perhaps great clans just love hiding trump cards; when you think I have none, I play one; when you think I'm exhausted, I play another; when you think I'm powerless, I play yet another.

Yo-ho, isn't this the legendary nesting dolls? Even if they can't win, they want to plunge their opponent into despair.

System: ……

That's an exaggeration!

Lu Yan wasn't here, or rather, from the moment the battlefield opened, unrelated people and horses wouldn't choose to enter—after all, death is no good thing.

But Shen Yao knew all of Lu Yan's plans and understood what Lu Yan wanted.

She had the System go check on Lu Yan for her, while also telling him the battlefield situation and cooperating with Lu Yan to control and micromanage the battlefield.

System: ……

Feeling rather tired—could it be that I'm just too busy and my senses are off?

The dazed System was made to run around in circles by Shen Yao's various orders; fortunately, doing so caused no harm. Although many of the supporters died one after another after the youth fell, they did bring some trouble to the Xuan Yuan Clan and Sima Clan.

Don't underestimate this trouble—one wrong step leads to another; now the Sima Clan and Xuan Yuan Clan are trading trump cards against each other.

Methods that can serve as trump cards are all top-tier goods; a difference of a single step can lead to a result worlds apart.

In the end, the Xuan Yuan Clan couldn't hold out and was the first to be defeated by the Sima Clan.

As the Family Head of the Xuan Yuan Clan, he was the last Xuan Yuan clansman to fall; the light on his hand gradually faded, leaving behind ashes that had shattered beyond repair.

Without many words, without many explanations or pleas for mercy, the Xuan Yuan Patriarch's eyes gradually lost their luster, just as his body lost its vitality, turning into a shell with nothing left.

The Sima Clan Head laughed to the heavens, hahahahaha, he had won.

In the end, it was still their Sima Clan that came out on top; when he returned, he would surely write it all down in great detail and recount everything before his eyes!

Savoring all the wonderful things in his heart, the Sima Clan Head was about to speak when his expression suddenly froze in place, like a stone statue frozen solid, slowly cracking away with the passage of time.

Shen Yao: ……

Phew, she finally got her chance.

Five-colored light burst outward from Shen Yao's body, and at the same time, enormous spell formations slowly took shape beneath her feet.

Shen Yao was quite exhausted; she took treasures hidden in her space and threw them to specific locations.

The System watched the Host flustered in her operations and felt it was truly too much trouble; otherwise, it would be better to take it slow and solve things step by step.

"No, our time isn't that abundant; besides, the situation here is suitable for a seal ban."

"What we want has never been control rights; collecting some interest later would also be worth the cost of my helping out."

Shen Yao indifferently spoke what she wanted to say, while directly taking control of the entire site; not only the Sima Clan Head, but others as well—anyone who could breathe was encompassed by her without prior agreement.

Perhaps there were many friendly forces among them, but Shen Yao had no need to distinguish for the time being.

Control the scene first, then deal with the troubles inside; as for the rest, those who survive can count themselves lucky, and those who don't can't blame her.

After all, the Sima Clan Head was no kind soul; he couldn't really let enemies on the field leave.

Busy and bustling; by the time the spell formation was laid out, it was already late.

Shen Yao raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, then slowly walked over to the Sima Clan Head.

The corpses on the ground had turned into piles of ashes, no longer resembling human forms.

The Sima Clan Head was an exception; he still stood there with a stiff face, his complexion somewhat strange, and the expression on his face was especially hideous.

Shen Yao raised her hand and touched it; it was like cracked glass, shattering completely with a clatter.

Tsk tsk tsk.

After Shen Yao's meticulous inspection of the battlefield (mainly System monitoring), some lucky ones were successfully rescued.

They were supporters from lower-middle clans, young in age.

The youth was awakened as he wished, and his companions beside him cheered joyfully.

"We won, we won!"

"The Xuan Yuan Clan is gone, the Sima Clan is gone; from now on, the Floating City belongs only to us!"

"……"

The youth's head was fuzzy; after all, his memories before losing consciousness weren't good, and he also knew their side's capabilities were insufficient.

How was this won? There must be insider info he doesn't know.

"Brother Chang, delving too deep brings no benefit; right now the most important thing is still to soothe and calm the Floating City — everything else can be pushed back."

"Brother Chang, what do we do next? The Sima Clan and Xuan Yuan Clan both no longer exist, but the Floating City remains, Chen Zhou still has Sima Clan forces, and Central State has been controlled by the Xuan Yuan Clan for many years — should we strike first?"

Someone made a slicing gesture at their own neck; they truly were afraid the enemy would make a comeback.

"Go back, let's go back and nurse our bodies first, secure control of the Floating City first, then discuss the rest."

The youth was helped outside, each step treading on a thick layer of ashes; finally, he couldn't help but look back, seeing only the darkening sky and the tragic battlefield scene.

Having paid so much, with so many dead, it would be false to say the youth's heart didn't hurt.

But compared to drowning in pain, the youth understood better that opportunity fleets in a flash — he could not let the situation before him go to waste!