The world always changed too quickly, leaving no ti to react.
Zhu Yan had celebrated her twenty-sixth birthday seventeen days ago.
Achieving Foundation Establishnt at this age was an exceptional honor, even for a prestigious family in Yan Country.
When she was young, standing atop Xuantian City looking down, she used to feel afraid.
During thunderstorms, she liked hiding under the covers, yet she was also curious about where the lightning struck and what the place it hit looked like.
She eagerly anticipated the next rumble of thunder.
As she grew older, she began to realize she was not afraid of flas at all.
In front of her, fire behaved docilely, like a lamb.
She was different from the mortals.
She was born to be above them.
She began to mimic her brothers, sitting atop Xuantian City and overlooking the common people.
Watching those small beings, who would kneel for three days just for a Spiritual dicine or a scripture.
From that mont, she understood this was what authority ant.
She also knew that this authority did not co from herself but from the Vermilion Bird Tribe.
She wanted this power to solely belong to herself, and not just because she wore the robes of a legitimate child of the Vermilion Bird Tribe.
Qingxu was not a very good choice, it was said he had married into the Xuan Bird Tribe to gain power.
Yet such a Qingxu was easier to control compared to the crazed Yan Shiyin.
One day, she could turn his army into her own.
If at this mont, Chen Qing had not appeared before her as a divine giant, she might have still thought so.
Upon seeing Chen Qing being blasted away by the Vermilion Bird Blood imprint she awakened, she finally smiled once more.
"So petty fools dare to spy on my Xuantian City?"
However, when she saw the bloodstain on Chen Qing's chest heal in an instant, her expression changed again.
Her aunt, who had led her on the path of cultivation, approached, "Yan'er, quickly inform your brother, we are under attack!"
"The scoundrel Qingxu must be leading his main force to sneak attack us!"
Zhu Yan wanted to use all her strength to see the battlefield clearly, to see how many people the other side had.
But looking around, all she saw were her ntors from her youth fiercely fighting on the city walls, flas roaring as if to set the heavens and seas ablaze, temporarily keeping the enemies at bay.
A familiar face lay in a pool of blood, soone whose fruit she had stolen from their ho when she was little.
In a mont of distraction, Lu Shenglong noticed keenly.
What Lu Shenglong needed most now were battle rits!
Recently, by Chen Qing's side, he clearly felt that Chen Qing sowhat looked down on them.
Or perhaps, Chen Qing looked down on all the troops under his command.
This was understandable, compared to those Foundation Establishnt cultivators under Yan Shiyin, who had experienced large-scale battles, they indeed couldn't be considered qualified soldiers yet.
For his Lord Wei, this battle was rely an exercise in training troops.
So he wanted to prove to Chen Qing that at least he was useful!
Chen Qing also temporarily halted, watching the battlefield from afar, no longer continuing the charge.
What he wanted was indeed to train the troops.
Four hundred against one hundred, even with the enemy having the advantage of terrain, it was an absolute superiority.
Moreover, Chen Qing wanted to observe the difference between large-scale Foundation Establishnt battlefields and mortal battlefields.
Withdrawing Fatian Xiangdi, Chen Qing observed the periter, only intervening where urgent situations severely depleted his soldiers.
As a transmigrator, he naturally felt an isolation from this world.
In his eyes, it resembled a ga.
The only difference was that dying here ant true death.
So he cared little for the lives of others.
This was the iron heart of a commander, and amusingly, he had it from the start.
Cultivators and mortals fought very differently, in mortal combat, life and death were decided quickly.
But for cultivators, even after the battle had comnced for a short period, if compared to a mortal battlefield, dozens might have perished by now.
Yet on the current battlefield, he only saw five enemy corpses and two from his own side.
Foundation Establishnt cultivators had Protective Spirit Energy, even if hit by the enemy, at most it would lead to injury if their Protective Spirit Energy broke.
If they had Protective Gu, perhaps they wouldn't even be injured.
Although Chen Qing lingered outside the battlefield, it didn't an the attack on his side was not intense.
As long as he remained here, these Foundation Establishnt cultivators dared not act recklessly.
The shocking scene of Chen Qing shaking Xuantian City lingered in everyone's minds.
They started to believe Chen Qing truly had the power to overwhelm the Foundation Establishnt Realm.
Chen Qing coldly observed the battlefield and effortlessly noted that Lu Shenglong was attacking vigorously, trying to prove his worth to him.
Chen Qing did not care much about this; he was more interested in the mindset of ordinary Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
Those without Protective Gu like at Gu, Copper Bone Gu, or Iron Skin Gu, showed obvious fear after being injured; their attacks beca less bold, reserving much Spiritual Energy to protect themselves.
There was nothing wrong with this.
Before an army beca ever-victorious, they were human too, they felt fear, and that was normal.
What Chen Qing had to do was lead them to be ever-victorious, forging within them a courageous and brave heart.
The eighteen cultivators with strong bodies, under Lu Shenglong's lead, charged forward fearlessly.
Chen Qing noticed this and felt he had grasped the key to a Foundation Establishnt battlefield.
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