Chapter 210

210. Chapter 210: Great Defeat and Breakout (Extra Update, Seeking Subscriptions)

The land of the Five Sects and Ten Nations.

Five-Finger Peak.

Fang Xing rarely came out of seclusion, only to run into Han Qingyun, who had come to report on his work.

The current Han Qingyun had already successfully established his foundation, becoming a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He wore a green robe and felt quite high-spirited.

After all, having received Fang Xing's attention and the full cultivation of the Supreme Elder Green Ripple, he finally succeeded in establishing his foundation, extending his life by two sixty-year cycles!

Now that it was wartime, as long as he obtained a few more opportunities and cultivated to the perfection of Foundation Establishment, he might even have a chance to impact the Nascent Soul stage.

His spiritual root aptitude was average, one could even say poor; even if he could form a false pill, he would be satisfied.

"Greetings, General!"

Han Qingyun bowed respectfully; clearly, he knew who his true backer was. Even when Fang Xing was in seclusion and not seeing guests, he would often come over to take a look, thinking about whether he could strike it lucky and run into him.

Having caught the opportunity this time, he naturally had to fiercely brush his presence.

"Hmm... what has happened recently?"

Fang Xing stood on the cliff, hands behind his back, his whole body filled with immortal aura, as if he were about to ride the wind and ascend at any moment.

"The remnants of the Wang family, who had been fleeing, were caught; a great battle took place near the Three Yin Pool, and their last Foundation Establishment cultivator was beheaded..."

"The Foundation Establishment forces in the entire land of the Five Elements Sect can be considered completely pacified."

Han Qingyun reported respectfully.

He could be considered one of Fang Xing's information channels besides Green Ripple.

Listening to all sides leads to enlightenment, while listening to one side leads to darkness; those in power still need to keep their information channels clear.

Otherwise, if someone killed their way to the door, they might still think they were invincible.

"Without realizing it, so many years have passed..."

Fang Xing looked toward the direction of the Wood Evil Sect: "It is said that the fighting there is very miserable; the Wood Evil Sect has set up a quasi-fourth-rank array... Uncle Master Fu has even used a fourth-rank earth vein bead. However... there should be good news recently, right?"

The Wood Evil Sect's greatest weakness lies in its insufficient spiritual vein energy; after all, it is only a Nascent Soul force, occupying only a third-rank high-grade spiritual vein.

Setting up a quasi-fourth-rank array requires investing a large amount of spiritual stones for consumption.

And in such a continuous great war, where the peak power of the array must be maintained at all times, the consumption of spiritual stones is like a mountain or a sea.

Under the continuous fighting for several years, it is said that the Wood Evil Sect's spiritual vein has a tendency to wither; after breaking the Wood Evil Sect, it is highly likely that it will be downgraded.

Han Qingyun felt a chill.

Such a miserable great war is also rare in the cultivation world.

"More importantly... why?"

Fang Xing's eyes were deep: "Why defend the Wood Evil Sect to the death... using the terrain of the Five Sects and Ten Nations to continuously intercept, sacrificing the Wood Evil Sect, the True Return Dao, and the Blood River Hall one by one, blocking the footsteps of our army, and continuously consuming the sharpness of the sword cultivators... only when we are isolated and deep in enemy territory, waiting for work at ease in the Wan Xiang Sect's home territory in the south, is the normal strategy!"

He is, after all, a fish that slipped through the net of the Blue Star Federation's compulsory education—no, he is an elite!

He had studied combat command courses.

Han Qingyun, however, was completely confused.

As a cultivator, he might be very good at cultivation and fighting; alchemy and drawing talismans were also barely acceptable.

Recently, he had even been stealing time to study the art of artifact refining.

But he had never learned such things as military strategy, nor had he consciously paid attention to them.

After all, in the concept of cultivators, military books and the like are just games for mortals to play house.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved..."

Seeing the blank-faced Han Qingyun, Fang Xing shook his head, not bothering to explain to him.

Whoosh!

Just at this moment, a sword cry suddenly came from the sky!

This sword cry was sharp, urgent... carrying the meaning of gold, iron, horses, and soldiers.

"Flying sword message?"

Han Qingyun looked up in astonishment: "And it's the highest-level flying sword message?"

He saw Fang Xing pinch a seal, casually take hold of the flying sword, and after a sweep of his divine sense, his expression changed slightly; he pondered first, then revealed a sneer: "Han Qingyun!"

"Disciple is here!"

Han Qingyun hurriedly bowed.

"Go ring the bell... a disaster of annihilation is upon us."

Fang Xing pinched the flying sword and said calmly.

"A disaster of annihilation? A catastrophe?"

Han Qingyun's eyes widened, but he did not dare to delay for a moment.

Not long after, on Five-Finger Peak, bells rang out back and forth.

Accompanied by the bell sounds, one Foundation Establishment cultivator after another rode spirit tools or transformed into spiritual light, flying into the great hall.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that Great Zhenjun Green Ripple is going to kill the chicken to warn the monkey again?"

The Foundation Establishment cultivators looked at each other, feeling slightly uneasy.

Previously, Fang Xing's words had caused Green Ripple to blood-wash the Hall of Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil, and all parties had been briefly restrained for a time.

But not long after, they returned to their old ways.

Regarding these situations, Great Zhenjun Green Ripple turned a blind eye, but who knew if she was fishing?

But this time, after Great Zhenjun Green Ripple arrived, she did not announce anything, just stood below as well.

Not long after, sword light flashed, and a young man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes sat in the main seat of the hall, his gaze gentle as he looked at the many cultivators below: "Everyone... I have just received news that the Wan Xiang Demon Sect has sent a surprise force and has already broken through the camp of the Wan Shouzong in Zheng Nation... In other words, our retreat has been cut off, and there is a risk of being surrounded."

Once these words were spoken, the whole hall was in an uproar!

Even if cultivators don't understand military affairs, they know what it means to have their retreat cut off.

One must know that even if the land originally under the Five Elements Sect was completely swept clean, a large number of cultivators and special resources needed to be transported from Zheng Nation for replenishment.

Even injuries, changing defense... all needed to be transferred through Zheng Nation.

Now that the Wan Shouzong's old camp had been broken, it meant that logistics were cut off!

There is no poison in warfare greater than cutting off food!

Of course, for cultivators, the situation was not that serious, but it was also very bad.

"Silence!"

Looking at the clamor in the hall, Fang Xing flicked his finger lightly.

A sword cry instantly made the cultivators present silent.

After all, this General was a fierce man who could kill a false pill cultivator with one sword; even at this juncture, Great Zhenjun Green Ripple did not dare to make a sound.

"If there are questions, ask one by one. Green Ripple!"

Fang Xing began to call names.

"May I ask General... the Wan Shoushan has arrays and a large number of cultivators; how was it broken?"

Great Zhenjun Green Ripple's expression was slightly pale as she asked; this was also what the cultivators in the hall most wanted to know.

"It was broken by a strong attack... it is said that the one who took action was suspected to be a Nascent Soul Great Zhenjun. Although the Wan Shoushan camp had a Nascent Soul sword cultivator from our sect stationed there, and had arrays, it was still broken... that Uncle Master Nascent Soul has already died in battle."

Fang Xing did not hide anything and said it directly.

"Nascent Soul Great Zhenjun?"

These four words carried a heavy weight, causing the originally calm hall to have a tendency to boil again.

"Alright, second one, you come."

Fang Xing pointed at Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun took a deep breath, and amidst the gazes of many Foundation Establishment mid-stage and late-stage cultivators, he asked frankly: "Then did the Nascent Soul Great Zhenjun of the Upper Sect take action to stop them?"

According to the rules of the cultivation world, it has always been soldier against soldier, general against general.

In their view, since the Supreme Elder of the Wan Xiang Demon Sect had taken action, he should have been blocked by Chu Kuangtu, and there should still be room to save the war situation.

"Regarding this..."

Fang Xing's expression was a bit strange: "What I can tell you is that our sect's Supreme Elder is currently restraining the Nascent Soul old demon of the Wan Xiang Demon Sect, and neither side has taken action..."

"What? The Demon Dao actually has another Nascent Soul Great Zhenjun supporting them?"

"This, this, this..."

Many cultivators were about to go crazy.

In fact, encountering this situation, this ragtag army that was not Si Si Tian Jian Sect disciples had almost thought about surrendering.

Alas... they really couldn't beat Fang Xing.

"May I ask General... then what should we do?"

Finally, a Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator stepped out to ask.

He was originally a Foundation Establishment mid-stage loose cultivator, but he had made many military contributions, obtained a large amount of pills to increase cultivation, and exchanged for a great pill to break the rank, finally breaking through to the Foundation Establishment late-stage, and could be considered a beneficiary of the war dividends.

"Finally, someone asked about the practical situation."

Fang Xing nodded, flicked his finger, and a light screen emerged, on which was the map of the Five Sects and Ten Nations: "This surprise attack by the Wan Xiang Demon Sect can be said to have been planned for a long time... after our retreat is cut off, we will inevitably encounter encirclement!"

Looking at the map, although the current Si Si Tian Jian Sect occupies the spiritual veins of the original Heaven Waterfall Sect and the Five Elements Sect, and has a large army in the Wood Evil Sect, it has no retreat.

"At this time, the most dangerous is the army in the direction of the Wood Evil Sect, which is in the middle of a great battle and cannot retreat smoothly; it will inevitably encounter a fierce attack..."

"Our side force has less attention and can break out separately... first turn to Zheng Nation, then go to Qi Nation... Of course, many of you are Zheng Nation cultivators; if you don't want to go to Qi Nation, that's fine. Just hide in Zheng Nation or fight guerrilla warfare..."

Fang Xing said.

Although he knew that once the Demon Dao was powerful, nine out of ten of these cultivators would surrender to the enemy.

But no matter what, they were still working for him now; should he kill them because of future events?

What's more... these stinky fish and rotten shrimp, even if they surrender, are of no use.

So he was casual about it.

What's more... being able to return to Zheng Nation alive is not an easy thing.

"Now pass my order: break out separately, taking individuals as units!"

Fang Xing waved his hand.

This was actually equivalent to announcing an on-the-spot disbandment.

And he didn't even want to bring the burdens of the Si Si Tian Jian Sect.

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a sword light, soared into the clouds, and disappeared...

"This..."

Han Qingyun looked at the hall that immediately became a mess, his mouth twitching: "Is this breaking out separately? This is the main general fleeing in the face of battle, right?"

He actually really wanted to follow the General.

Even without using his brain, he knew that the road back would definitely be full of thorns, and following a high-level cultivator would give him a better chance of survival.

Alas...

Fang Xing actually didn't leave, just hid in the clouds, watching the chaos below.

He fully witnessed what are called locust-like cultivators.

First was Great Zhenjun Green Ripple, who directly relied on her cultivation to crush, swept away the spiritual materials and pills in the treasury that she didn't care for, and then took a small team of Qingxuan Sect elites to leave quickly on a flying boat.

She actually chose to abandon most of the Qingxuan Sect cultivators as well!

The remaining cultivators, after frantically fighting for the scraps left by the high-level cultivators, also scattered in a rush.

In some places, they even wanted to dig up the immature spiritual herbs in the spiritual herb garden by the roots!

There were even those who fought each other for this; it was truly a mess.

Moreover, when the riot was halfway through, Demon Dao armies had already appeared in the south.

Seeing this scene, those cultivators did not hesitate at all, instantly scattering like birds and beasts, truly showing their own magical powers.

"Hmm, flying, escaping underground, running on spirit beasts, driving puppets..."

Fang Xing looked and nodded: "Although these ragtag cultivators have poor combat power, their escape spells are practiced to perfection, right?"

"Oh? There are a few who are heading directly toward the enemy army; are they preparing to surrender directly?"

For him, the top-level spiritual objects of Five-Finger Peak had long been stored in his storage ring, and these ragtag cultivators, even on the Si Si Tian Jian Sect side, were not looked upon.

Losing them is losing them.

What's more, this is a failure of grand strategy, not a crime of battle.

'Although fleeing in the face of battle doesn't count for much, it doesn't quite match my name as a sword cultivator... I must cut off a few heads to not let this trip be in vain.'

With this thought, Fang Xing hid his sword light and followed behind those few loose cultivators who were surrendering.

Rumble!

The Demon Dao army in the south consisted of dozens of flying boats.

Seeing cultivators coming over, they immediately flew out a cloud of blood; in the blood cloud was an old man holding a magic banner, shouting: "I am the Third Hall Master of the Blood River Hall... now I am the vanguard of the army; now that the Si Si Tian Jian Sect has been defeated, what do you want?"

"We are willing to surrender to the Demon Dao, no... it's the Holy Dao!"

An elderly loose cultivator smiled, bowing and scraping: "The Third Hall Master may not know... the True Transmission General of the Si Si Tian Jian Sect heard that the army was coming and has already fled directly, abandoning the formation; now that the army goes, it can be taken without a fight..."

"What?"

The Third Hall Master of the Blood River Hall was angry: "Damn it... that True Transmission Sword Child has such a big reputation; the old man wanted to refine him into a blood corpse, and he ran away?"

For the Blood River Hall, the essence and blood of cultivators are the most precious resources.

Upon hearing that the cultivators on the mountain had run away seven or eight out of ten, the Third Hall Master was so angry that his beard and hair stood up: "Since that's the case, what use do I have for you?"

He opened his hand wide, and the blood river rolled, sweeping those few surrendering loose cultivators into it; all their magic tools and robes were instantly defiled.

Along with them, the bodies of the cultivators turned into a pool of pus and blood in an instant.

"Damn it... damn it!"

The Third Hall Master roared: "Send a boat of people to occupy Five-Finger Peak first... we will go to the Wood Evil Sect; with the Holy Sect army holding them back, that Si Si Tian Jian Sect army definitely won't be able to run..."

Just at this moment, a sword cry suddenly came from the void!

A sword, brilliant and magnificent, slashed through the blood river!

The Third Hall Master, at the early stage of Nascent Soul, had not yet had time to react when a sword shadow pierced into his sea of consciousness; the intense pain caused him to lose his focus for an instant.

"Sword Intent Heavenly Heart!"

Fang Xing drove the rotten iron sword, and a sword light followed a trajectory resembling heavenly punishment, falling with a boom, shattering the Third Hall Master's protective true essence.

"Awoo, awoo!"

At the critical moment, a blood ghost jumped out from the Third Hall Master's natal magic treasure, the magic banner, shrieking and opening its ferocious mouth, wanting to bite the flying sword.

It was actually the natal magic treasure automatically protecting its master!

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Fang Xing sneered, the sword light flashing like thunder, dense and incomparable, carrying the ultimate meaning of cutting.

The Great Freedom Mysterious Gold Sword Qi tore through the blood ghost and landed on the Third Hall Master, who had finally recovered, immediately beheading him.

The sword light turned, picked up a storage bag, and then human and sword became one, transforming into a shocking long rainbow, escaping into the sky...