Chapter 79

The fire at Lishuan Mouth was already burning. Scattered village soldiers were confronting the Mountain Yue in the alleys, protecting their wives and daughters behind them, while more had scattered in all directions, leaving the Mountain Yue to plunder.

When Li Xiangping arrived with the clan soldiers, the Shanyue had completely scattered into the village to plunder, and there was no formation to speak of. He had no choice but to frown and lead the soldiers to the spiritual field courtyard along the stone road first.

A dozen Shanyue soldiers were surrounding the courtyard, chattering in their native language, lifting a large blue stone to throw into the courtyard. Fortunately, a formation disk had been placed in the courtyard to set up a formation. The large blue stone rolled in the air for a while and fell back outside the courtyard in frustration.

"Fortunately, the spiritual field is fine. This Wan Tianchou probably knows a few formation techniques. I'll find a chance to have him write them down for me to see."

Li Xiangping brought his soldiers to arrive, looked at this scene, nodded, and waved his hand to let the clan soldiers go forward, scaring those Shanyue into fleeing in all directions, and they were captured in a few moments.

"Family Head!"

Wan Tianchou saw clearly in the formation. Seeing Li Xiangping come to support, he hurriedly opened the formation consciously and called out somewhat awkwardly.

The Wan family had been destroyed overnight, and all the inheritance had been destroyed on Huaqian Mountain. The promised formation inheritance had also disappeared. Wan Tianchou, who had escaped, only brought out a few formation disks and was not well-versed in the art, only learning three of the ten Qi Condensation stage formations. Fortunately, he knew how to set up the formation, so the spiritual field was not harmed.

"Wuu..."

Just as he was about to order a dispersed pursuit, Li Xiangping heard a heavy horn sound. The Shanyue soldiers in the village retreated like a tide. He raised his eyebrows, held the Zhengping Qingwu Bow lightly, listened carefully for a few breaths, and released his hand, sending a white light flying toward the mountain.

"Let's pursue for a while first."

Li Xiangping waved his hand, and the clan soldiers behind him acted one after another, catching up in the direction the Shanyue troops were fleeing.

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"Why did they come so fast!"

A-Hui-La sat in the forest, looking at the teams of clan soldiers entering the village, and hurriedly stood up and shouted:

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't go fight those people; just grab enough and leave!"

His few hundred remnants had no intention of fighting with these clan soldiers. Preserving his troops was the key.

As long as these troops were there, A-Hui-La could get a meal in any tribe. If they all died here, his power and value would be greatly reduced, and he could only be reduced to a thug.

The tribal shaman beside him hurriedly took out a horn and blew it. Seeing the troops retreating toward the mountains one after another, A-Hui-La breathed a sigh of relief and sat back by the tree.

Just as he relaxed, A-Hui-La watched a white light fly swiftly. The head of the tribal shaman blowing the horn beside him exploded with a bang, like a broken watermelon, blood splashing everywhere, covering A-Hui-La's head and face in red and white.

"Scared the hell out of me!"

Looking at the long arrow stuck in the tree with the arrow tail still trembling in horror, A-Hui-La swallowed his saliva, retreated a few steps slowly, and said in a low voice:

"Retreat, retreat into the forest!"

Immediately, another tribal shaman picked up the horn and blew it twice, hurriedly hugging his head and squatting down, which made A-Hui-La's teeth itch, but he didn't dare to do it himself.

Hiding behind a large tree, A-Hui-La looked far away and saw the situation below clearly with his Qi Condensation stage eyesight, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The clan soldiers below were trailing behind the troops, biting off nearly a hundred people, causing a burst of cursing and begging for mercy. Relying on these hundred people to block them, the Shanyue troops finally entered the forest.

The clan soldiers were suddenly high in spirits, and seeing they were about to chase into the forest, gongs and drums sounded in the village, so the clan soldiers stopped the pursuit hesitantly and returned to the village with the captives.

"Truly cowardly!"

A-Hui-La cursed in frustration and led his people to drill into the depths of the mountain forest.

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After killing a wave of troops, seeing those Shanyue all enter the forest, Li Xiangping hurriedly sounded the retreat. Looking at the dozens of captured Shanyue, the anger in his heart finally dissipated a little.

Seeing Chen Erniu walking back slowly from in front of the village covered in blood, Li Xiangping bowed lightly and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you for your hard work, Manager Chen."

"Cough, cough... I dare not..."

Chen Erniu coughed twice and repeatedly declined. Beside him, Li Xuanxuan stepped forward wearing armor, followed by a string of Shanyue with their hands bound. Li Xiangping nodded and said in a low voice:

"Xuan'er, take people to rest on the spot. This matter cannot just end like this, letting hundreds of Mountain Yue plunder the wealth and children of Lishuan Mouth for nothing."

With a wave of his hand, Li Yesheng had already arrived at Lishuan Mouth with the village soldiers from several villages and hurriedly stepped forward.

"I will return to Lijing Mountain. You reorganize the troops. There is no need for overnight hatred here."

Everyone responded and went down. Li Xiangping immediately turned around and returned. As soon as he reached Lijing Mountain, he saw Li Tongya, who had hurriedly finished his seclusion, his magic power full, already at the peak of Qi Condensation.

"Since Second Brother has finished his seclusion, this matter will be more certain."

Li Xiangping gritted his teeth and laughed, anger showing in his eyes. He changed his clothes, entered the ancestral hall, bowed three times and kneed nine times, crossed the incense table filled with sacrificial melons

"Proceed with caution."

Caught off guard, he heard an aged voice; it was his father, Li Mutian.

Li Mutian had withered into a mere shadow of his former self. He sat quietly in the courtyard, spoke in a hoarse voice, and began to breathe heavily.

The old man often fell into a daze and slept in the courtyard; he had few moments of clarity and often forgot to go to the main courtyard to eat. Li Xuanfeng had to come in to call him, yet he was unusually sensitive to footsteps; Li Xiangping had only just entered the courtyard when he startled the old man awake.

"Yes."

Li Xiangping replied. Looking at Li Mutian's condition, a trace of worry rose in his heart. He did not know how much longer his father could hold on, and a look of reluctance involuntarily appeared on his face.

Gritting his teeth, Li Xiangping turned and left the backyard, saying to Li Tongya:

"There is no need to use the Taiyin Profound Light; just using this mirror's ability to perceive distance is enough. We will catch the Shanyue off guard. With the mirror, even if there are Qi Refining cultivators, we can retreat unscathed."

"Agreed."

Li Tongya followed Li Xiangping down the mountain, listening all the way as his younger brother recounted the events of the past few days with a grim face, then nodded thoughtfully.

The two hurried to the encampment without stopping. The night was still deep, and the village guards and clan soldiers were sleeping soundly with their faces covered.

Two loud gongs sounded. Everyone jumped up, donned their armor, held their swords and shields, took out the wooden bits to hold in their mouths, tied them tightly with cloth strips to prevent them from falling out, and gathered together.

Waiting for Li Xuanxuan and Li Qiuyang to gather the troops, Li Xiangping closed his eyes and quietly touched the mirror, scanning the entire mountain clearly.

Nocking an arrow to the Zhengping Qingwu Bow in his hand, several streams of light flew into the mountains, picking off the Shanyue sentries left in the forest one by one. Only then did Li Xiangping sling the bow behind his back and shout:

"Move!"