Chapter 228

Ming Zhong sat inside the house, watching Lin Ruoyu's departing back, and shook his head.

"What does the Great River Sect mean? Do we really have to join forces with the Pine Lake Sect?" Ming Xian said with a strange look.

"It's because we senior brothers put too much pressure on them." Ming Zhong chuckled.

"Hahaha, senior brother, you should have said that earlier! Usually you act all high and mighty like a Daoist priest, but the two of us used to roam the eight directions!" Ming Xian laughed loudly.

"Eh, junior brother, watch your speech—I, a humble Daoist of the Clear Wind Observatory, am Ming Zhong, and you are Ming Xian."

"Oh, then what should we do now? Those disciples probably won't have it easy."

Ming Zhong pondered a moment, then smiled: "Yue Jin is a smart person; I, a humble Daoist, can entrust him with peace of mind."

"Hehe, I think Yue Jin is quite like you, senior brother."

"Really?"

"They're all the kind that don't treat people as people."

Ming Zhong laughed loudly: "Hahaha."

"What are you two chatting about to be so happy?"

A familiar voice came; Ming Xian's expression changed, he hid behind Ming Zhong and stared at the person at the door: "Hong Cai, you old woman, why are you here again?!"

Hong Cai Fairy snorted: "Just now you were calling me good sister, and now you're putting on a face again, right?"

Ming Xian rolled his eyes: "What evil scheme do you three demonic sects have now? Let it be known beforehand—our Clear Wind Observatory is a respectable orthodox sect!"

"Tsk, who cares about you. I came to ask you—have you seen the Jade-Faced No-Constant lately?" Hong Cai Fairy said.

"Jade-Faced No-Constant? That guy's here too? Isn't he currently trying to break into the Golden Core stage?" Ming Xian wondered.

Ming Zhong sensed something off: "What happened?"

Hong Cai Fairy said solemnly: "Jade-Faced No-Constant sneak-attacked Master Xu, causing him serious injury, and stole his Storage Accumulation Device; his whereabouts are unknown."

"Ah?"

Ming Zhong found it strange listening: "The Ghost Gate Sect, Blood Demon Sect, and your Harmony Union Sect have always been on bad terms, haven't they? How can they be fighting their own?"

Hong Cai Fairy's face twitched: "Senior brother, you really know how to talk. However, Jade-Faced No-Constant hasn't shown up at the Ghost Gate Sect for a long time; this time he came to Huang Du of Kan Dao, and it's said that Master Xu clashed with him over a miscellaneous refined Foundation Establishment Pill, but as a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who has reached the peak, what use would he have for a Foundation Establishment Pill? So I suspect Jade-Faced No-Constant discovered something."

Ming Zhong frowned, stood up, and said: "Is this how you three demonic sects always operate?"

"That's not my fault." Hong Cai Fairy waved her hand.

Ming Xian frowned: "Then let's search inside the city; now Xuan Kan Dao forbids entry and exit, so Jade-Faced No-Constant can't escape."

"Mm, with the two of you helping, Jade-Faced No-Constant surely won't be able to run."

A few days passed.

Heaven-rushing demonic qi swept in, and Yan Buji rose from inside the room.

"Senior brother! The demon tribe is attacking!"

"Yeah, let's go, we're heading to the battlefield."

Looking at his somewhat trembling junior brother, Yan Buji smiled.

What grand scene has he not seen in his lifetime?

Upon reaching the city wall, Yan Buji was sweating profusely.

Speaking of which, Yan Buji had never seen a siege even in the mundane world; right now, countless demonic creatures like a tide surrounded Huang Du of Kan Dao, the sky and earth were dark and oppressive, demonic qi crisscrossed and swept in all directions!

Without any extra words, after the demonic forces spent a few hours organizing on the spot, they directly launched the siege.

The flying lesser demons held javelins and spears in their hands, throwing them at the cultivators on the city wall!

"Shoot them down!"

"Ah!!"

Most of these spears were made of wood or bone polished, merely stained with some demonic qi, but this rain‑like assault made Yan Buji feel the shadow of death approaching for the first time.

Fortunately, they weren't the ones defending the city wall in the first wave, but the spears that fell into the city were as numerous as cow hairs; even hiding beneath the wall required constantly raising a spiritual shield to block them.

Clang clang clang!

"Ah!!"

Blood spattered; Yan Buji saw a cultivator unable to block in time as a spear pierced straight down from his shoulder, pinning him to the ground while he kept wailing.

Immediately followed another wave of spears; the number of flying demonic creatures was in the thousands at a glance, and even though many cultivators possessed Flying Accumulation Devices, none dared to rush into high altitude to deal with those throwing the spears.

"How are we supposed to fight this?!"

Yan Buji's face turned pale; the demonic tribe, occupying the aerial advantage, could without losing any of their numbers simply by throwing weapons exhaust the defending cultivators to the point of constant flight, and they even had to watch for hidden arrows, easily taking their lives.

It's not that these spears are fearsome weapons; they are merely mundane objects, but when their numbers swell, how can a Lianqi Phase cultivator possibly defend against them?

Even if your profound mana could block ten or a hundred spears, this endless wave of spear rain, seemingly inexorable, ruthlessly reaps the lives of the cultivators on the city wall.

Now cultivators are hardly different from ordinary folk; once on the battlefield, a moment's inattention means death.

"Senior brother, what should we do?"

"What should we do? First think of a way to dodge these spears!"

Yan Buji gritted his teeth, looking at the demonic creatures flaunting their might in the high sky; he didn't know whether it was bad luck or being targeted, for though he hid in the corner he was still struck by dozens of spears, but fortunately his profound mana combined with the extremely strong protection of his honeycomb shield prevented him from ending up like that fellow over there turned into a porcupine.

The more Yan Buji thought, the angrier he became; he pulled a spear from the ground, his left eye flashing with crimson‑gold light as he locked onto a demonic creature, gathering his mana throughout his body into his palm and infusing it with True Essence!

Whoosh!

Yan Buji planted his feet and threw the spear, then immediately crouched in the corner, head in his arms, opening his honeycomb shield.

Pfft!

"Holy crap! Senior brother, your spear technique is spot‑on—you shot it down!"

The surrounding disciples saw Yan Buji's thrown spear strike down a lesser demon, and they excitedly let out a loud shout.

"Never mind that, just dodge for now!"

Yan Buji's face twitched; the situation was not as good as he had imagined, and now it looks quite dire.

Even if they shot down one, it wouldn't solve the trouble; at most it could only make the disciples happy for a while.

By the time the javelin rain ended, half an hour had passed.

"Roar roar roar!!!"

The Monster Tribe has launched a full-scale assault on the city!

"It's your turn to rotate!!"

"Damn it, my junior sister died—she was shot full of quills like a hedgehog."

"My junior brother!!"

The cultivators who had survived on the city wall cried out, unable to bear this danger and terror.

The disciples around turned pale, all looking toward Yan Buji: "Senior brother, can we hold out?"

"The elders haven't moved yet, don't worry."

Yan Buji could only comfort them while comforting himself; he realized he had been foolish to be dazzled by whatever was on that exchange table—if he had known the Monster Tribe would pull this trick, he would have just run away.

For now, he should first think about how to survive on the city wall while also killing as many Monster Tribe members as possible.