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On the first day of December, at noon, Xu Feng was hiding in a tree, sleeping.
After a morning of wandering and searching, the various sects had completed their initial gathering. The number of individual cultivators was decreasing, and the situation was becoming increasingly dangerous; the longer one remained alone, the slimmer the chances of survival.
On the main road to the south, seven disciples from the Guo Shan Sword Sect had gathered together. Even if the Seven People group paraded openly on the main road, no one dared to harbor ill intentions. Beneath their feet lay three fallen disciples from the Guiyi Sect. The unfortunate trio had encountered the strong team from Seven People and had no chance to escape; they were all slaughtered.
Leading this group was Wang Zhenglong, who had made it into the top sixteen of the Xian Dao competition.
The Otherworldly Secret Realm primarily focused on herb gathering. Only after completing their collection could they think about fighting. Of course, there were those who reversed this approach—focusing on killing first and gathering herbs second. You gather your herbs while I kill my enemies; it was a tense yet thrilling existence.
Fortunately, they encountered three more cultivators—this time from the Loose Cultivator Alliance, specifically three disciples from Black Wind Stronghold. Three against seven; some were fortunate while others were not. The Guo Shan Sword Sect was lucky, while the Loose Cultivator Alliance was unfortunate.
"Split up!" The three loose cultivators, experienced in guerrilla tactics, recognized the danger and immediately took off running.
The three fled into the forest, and Guo Shan Sword Sect did not dare to pursue them. It was an ironclad rule: never chase into the woods. Besides, there were likely more than just three members of the Loose Cultivator Alliance in there; who knew if a group of eight might suddenly appear?
The Seven People from Guo Shan Sword Sect spread out in a line, no longer advancing directly along the main road but instead moving toward the center with half a mile between them. This way, they could gather any spiritual herbs they encountered along the way. Moreover, if they were ambushed, they could support each other; with just a slight forward shift on either flank, they could form a crescent-shaped encirclement.
The effectiveness of this formation was quickly validated when two disciples from Wuhua Island became its first test subjects. The unfortunate duo encountered Guo Shan Sword Sect in a central position within their formation. Although half a mile was close enough, their line of sight was obstructed and limited; upon seeing a lone disciple from Guo Shan Sword Sect, they rushed over without hesitation.
The fleeing disciple shouted for help as he ran away. The two Wuhua Island disciples would not let him go easily; one shouted, "Don't run! We can negotiate how you want to die; I promise not to let you suffer."
Upon hearing this, the fleeing disciple from Guo Shan Sword Sect actually stopped and asked back, "Oh? How do you want me to die?"
"This is easy! First, I'll turn you into a Human Stick, then apply some numbness grass to your wounds so that you bleed to death without realizing it—no pain, no oxygen deprivation, no suffering, no side effects; it's advanced technology and completely free..." The two quickly caught up and surrounded the disciple from Guo Shan Sword Sect.
"Hmm, that method sounds good; let's do it that way."
Six silent disciples from Guo Shan Sword Sect appeared around them. The two Wuhua Island disciples were instantly dumbfounded. Unlike their luck with the Loose Cultivator Alliance trio, these two brothers found themselves completely surrounded with no way to escape.
Ah! Ah!
Guo Shan Sword Sect The chaotic clash of swords left two "Human Sticks" on the ground.
In the west of the Otherworldly Secret Realm, small groups of cultivators were gathering herbs in the forest. Due to their comparable strengths, they did not engage in conflict when they encountered each other. Each group displayed their formidable presence, deterring any rash actions from the others.
At this moment, two cultivators were gasping for breath under a tree, looking disheveled. Fortunately, they were not injured, only suffering minor scratches from the branches in the jungle.
These two were Yue Xiyang from the Loose Cultivator Alliance and a Tiger Warrior from Wu Fa. Just ten minutes ago, these two unfortunate souls had run into the newly formed New Moon Squad, which consisted of five members led by Impulsive Sister Huang Chang.
When the two parties met, Yue Xiyang turned and fled. Huang Chang pursued them with her team for five minutes. If it weren't for the complex terrain, these two would likely have become victims under Impulsive Sister's sword.
"Hey buddy, have you seen any of our people along the way?" Yue Xiyang asked.
"Yes, I saw two disciples from Black Wind Stronghold, but they ignored me, so I didn't bother getting involved," Wu Fa replied, feeling quite displeased. If those two had been present, the four members of the Loose Cultivator Alliance would not have been chased like wild dogs by the five from New Moon Sect.
"Ah, I also saw two disciples from Black Wind Stronghold. They ignored me too. Could it be the same two?" Yue Xiyang sensed something was off.
"It can't be. We were heading in different directions when we encountered them; they wouldn't have crossed paths that much," Wu Fa asserted confidently.
Yue Xiyang stroked his beard and said, "It seems that old bird Half-Dead Bao is up to something. With nine members from Black Wind Stronghold in the Loose Cultivator Alliance, they must have some secret plan."
Suddenly, a scream echoed from afar, followed by Huang Chang's sharp and fierce shout, "Move faster! Block that main path! There's one more; let me skin him alive!"
Both Yue Xiyang and Wu Fa shuddered and scrambled away.
In the eastern jungle of the Otherworldly Secret Realm, a fierce battle was underway, loud enough for cultivators within ten miles to hear.
Six members of Guiyi Sect faced off against seven from Wuhua Island.
It was rare for Guiyi Sect to gather six members together; among them were notable figures like Qin Hanwen, Qi Renfu, and Fei Chunhua. Meanwhile, only one strong contender from the top eight, Chen Ming, represented Wuhua Island, while the others were skilled fighters outside the top sixteen.
With six against seven, both sides were evenly matched.
A great war erupted chaotically. In situations where both sides are evenly matched, fights typically do not occur. However, once a conflict begins, if one side lacks a trump card, it is bound to end in mutual destruction.
Various eyes began to gather in this direction. When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured; if injured, death follows, and the remaining one will be no stronger than a sick cat. Many are willing to take advantage of such situations.
Ma Buyi and a Tiger Warrior hid in a tree two hundred meters away, watching secretly.
"Friend Ma, are you sure Wuhua Island will lose?"
"I'm not sure, but I am certain they won't win."
"Oh, then Guiyi Sect is bound to win."
"No, we will win..."
Jindalai and two disciples from Guo Shan Sword Sect were hiding in the grass on a hillside, peering through a makeshift grass hole to watch the "match."
"Friend Jin, how much longer do we have to wait?"
"Are you in a hurry? We should at least wait until half of them are dead; otherwise, you'll be the one who dies if you go down."
"Look, Qin Hanwen has already fallen; Wuhua Island only has five people left."
"Chen Ming is significantly stronger, but he can't withstand the combined efforts of Fei Chunhua and Qi Renfu."
Gao Jingsong from Wan Jian Sect fashioned two "telescopes" out of large banana leaves. One of his junior disciples kept calling out anxiously, showing impatience.
"Senior Brother Gao, they've been fighting for half an hour; why aren't they dead yet?"
"Where are you looking?"
"I'm watching them fight!"
"Why don't you see how many eyes are watching this fight?"
"What do I care about them? I'm not robbing them."
"Uh... forget I said anything."
Fei Chunhua let out a terrible scream as Chen Ming pierced his chest with a sword. In the moment he fell, he also inflicted a wound on Chen Ming's right arm. Chen Ming had already switched the sword to his left hand, and the murderous Qi Renfu stared at him as if he were a dead man. Although he was also injured, he was confident enough to kill the one-armed Chen Ming.
"Now look, even if you kill me, you won't gain anything. Your Guiyi Sect only has ten people in total; no one will help you anymore. Do you really think you can survive?" Chen Ming's face was filled with despair as he faced both Qi Renfu and Fei Chunhua, having exhausted all his spiritual energy.
"Hmph! If it weren't for your Wuhua Island, my brother wouldn't have died so early. It's all your fault; prepare to die." Qi Renfu swung his sword and lunged forward.
"Thud!" With a loud crack, Chen Ming's head flew off, blood spraying over ten feet high before dispersing into a mist in the wind. Chen Ming's headless body stood still for a moment before crashing to the ground.
Qi Renfu bent over, lowering himself more and more until he curled up on the ground, with Chen Ming's last sword thrust piercing through his chest.
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