Chapter 278: Infiltration

In a restaurant in Qinghe Market.

Two loose cultivators dressed somewhat ordinarily were gorging themselves in a private room.

"Brother Meng, Big Brother asked me to come and ask, how is your plan going? How much certainty do you have of a successful surprise attack?" The speaker was a middle-aged man with a scar running deep into his cheekbone.

Sitting opposite him was a square-faced big man with a handlebar mustache. Hearing the middle-aged man's anxious question, he hurriedly looked around and then whispered, "Lu Yuanfeng has already gone to the Huang family to attend the banquet. Now only Song Qingyu is left in the market. Please tell Big Brother that we are all prepared here, just waiting for Big Brother's order."

"That's good. Then I will go back to report the news first. As for the brothers who infiltrated with me, I will leave them to you to command. Tonight depends entirely on you." The middle-aged man spoke slowly and then left alone.

"It seems that after tonight, Qinghe Market is going to change." The square-faced big man also muttered to himself a few times.

After nightfall, thousands of lights began to shine in Qinghe Market. Song Changxiong, looking relaxed, led several Song family cultivators selected into the law enforcement team, walking casually through the streets to patrol the safety of the entire market.

Whenever it was their turn to be on duty, Song Changxiong was accustomed to taking a few people out at night to stroll around. Just as he walked to a corner, two cultivators wearing bamboo hats suddenly walked towards him, rushing rapidly to the east. After brushing past him, Song Changxiong saw that the two were still wearing bamboo hats at night, suddenly felt something was wrong, turned around, and shouted at the two, "Stop! Which family's cultivators are you?"

Hearing this voice, the two bamboo-hat cultivators, seeing that the patrolling law enforcement team had stopped them, were suddenly panicked and gritted their teeth, running away wildly with the help of the night.

Seeing that these two didn't come over to cooperate with their inspection as usual but ran away without a trace, Song Changxiong and the others were also stunned, not knowing what had happened.

"Truly ignorant things! Daring to engage in sneaky business here under my nose. I really have been too lenient with you on weekdays. You have work to do, what are you still stunned for? Follow me!" Song Changxiong, who reacted first, shouted at the distance with a smile, and then led the people beside him to chase after them.

The figures of the two groups of people soon began to run wildly in Qinghe Market. Those who were still busy saw that someone actually dared to oppose the market's law enforcement team cultivators on the street, and their hearts were suddenly interested, thinking that there would be a good show to watch this time.

However, after a moment, these people didn't wait for the good show they expected. Two huge sounds, one after another, instantly shook the entire Qinghe Market. Only then did a trace of horror appear on everyone's faces, not knowing what had happened.

Now, not only Song Changxiong and these law enforcement team cultivators, but everyone in the entire Qinghe Market had sensed that something was wrong. But these people were also used to a peaceful life, and after reacting, many didn't even know how to face this matter, looking blankly at the deep sky in the night.

Song Qingyu, who was in seclusion in the cave dwelling, was also startled by this loud noise. She hurriedly left her cave dwelling and arrived at the market, just in time to meet Song Changxiong leading people to chase several unidentified cultivators.

"Thirteenth Uncle, ignore these people first. It looks like someone is going to sneak attack the market. Hurry up and control the market entrance and start the market's mountain-protecting formation!"

Hearing Song Qingyu's reminder, Song Changxiong also reacted that the urgent matter was not the time to waste on these people. He hurriedly led his men and rushed to the formation control places around the market without stopping.

Looking at the mess in front of him, the place that had been blown into ruins, Song Changxiong's face instantly became very ugly. These few loud noises just now should have happened here. The group of people just encountered seemed to have been premeditated; they were aimed at the market's mountain-protecting formation.

On a small mountain more than ten miles away from Qinghe Market, Cheng Yilong looked at the Qinghe Market that had already lit up in the distance, and a smile immediately climbed onto his face. He shouted loudly to the many cultivators behind him, "Brothers, tonight Qinghe Market is ours. Follow me to get things!"

At Cheng Yilong's order, hundreds of bandit cultivators from Eagle Nest Ridge, cultivators who appeared from all directions, had already firmly surrounded the entire Qinghe Market.

Cheng Yilong and two Foundation Establishment cultivators flew to the top of the market first and shouted loudly to the inside, "Fellow Daoists, today we are only here for money. Those who don't want to die, take the initiative to withdraw from Qinghe Market. We will definitely not hurt you. After a while, no matter who you are, we will leave none alive."

Although their threatening tone was very terrifying, no one in the market dared to respond to them and run out to surrender. After all, most of the people in the market now had families and businesses in Qinghe County, so how could they easily believe these cruel robbers?

Furthermore, the market's mountain-protecting formation was still there. Logically speaking, everyone hadn't reached the point of exhaustion.

Seeing that language didn't work, the three of them began to run their magic power to attack the mountain-protecting formation beneath them. Immediately, several earth-shattering noises appeared over the market again.

"The power of this mountain-protecting formation has been weakened by more than half. Everyone, speed up your attack. Victory is right in front of us." Feeling the magic power fluctuation of Qinghe Market's mountain-protecting formation, Cheng Yilong also knew that the action inside could be considered a success.

Eagle Nest Ridge's action this time could be said to have the right time and place. Not only did they catch the time when Lu Yuanfeng left, but they also found several control points of Qinghe Market's mountain-protecting formation with the help of an insider.

If it weren't for Song Changxiong accidentally bumping into a team of bandit cultivators who went to destroy the formation control point in the northwest corner, the four mountain-protecting formation control points in Qinghe Market would probably not have been spared and would all have been destroyed. Now, there would not be the protection of the mountain-protecting formation over Qinghe Market.

Eagle Nest Ridge sent out a total of four teams of cultivators, but only two teams succeeded. One team was discovered in advance by Thirteenth Uncle Song Changxiong. There was another team that failed to break through the cultivators guarding the formation control point at that time, and as a result, they fell short and were killed in the market by the timely reinforcements of the market's law enforcement team.

However, two core parts of the mountain-protecting formation had been destroyed, and the power of the formation had been reduced by more than half. Being attacked by so many cultivators outside, it certainly wouldn't last long. Seeing the bandit cultivators suddenly appearing from all directions outside, Song Qingyu had a headache and began to organize manpower with Song Changxiong to guard the market, ready to fight a decisive battle with the other side at any time.

"Thirteenth Uncle, now the mountain-protecting formation is in jeopardy. We only have so few people. Once the formation is broken, we certainly won't be able to stop them. I think we should find a way to contain them so that we can have the life to wait for Seventh Brother and the others to come to support."

A request for help signal had been sent out, but it was a pity that almost all Foundation Establishment cultivators in Qinghe County had gone to Taiyuan Mountain. Song Qingyu also knew that from Taiyuan Mountain to Qinghe Market, even if Foundation Establishment cultivators flew at full speed, it would take almost two hours. How to guard the market within this time became a headache for everyone in Qinghe Market.