Cloud Coming Square.
The original workshop had long been leveled, and now a black military camp stood there.
In front of the camp were heads displayed on stakes, all belonging to unruly cultivators who had been decapitated by the guardian guards, forming a grim display.
It turned out that even without top-level combat strength, in mid to lower tier battles, the cultivators had no real advantage.
Disorganized cultivators were crushed by more efficient professional allocations and stricter military discipline...
Within the military camp.
The Black Dharma King stepped into the tent and saw the Poison Hand Scholar holding a wine pot, pouring and drinking by himself.
He suddenly felt a chill.
After all, the Poison Hand Scholar had completely destroyed his flesh, leaving only the thoughts of a Yang God.
Yet at this mont, he was behaving indistinguishably from a living person.
If he hadn’t known in advance, he would only see a scholar who was suave and charming, with no other thoughts.
"Black Protector, what brings you here?"
The Poison Hand Scholar spoke.
"I heard that you, the left envoy, released the envoy from Qingmu Ridge?"
The Black Dharma King said, "Why not just send troops to destroy Qingmu Ridge?"
"Qingmu Ridge is willing to release the White Protector and the remaining captives if we do not attack them. They are willing to submit... I think the terms are not bad."
The Poison Hand Scholar calmly responded.
"Those who failed in battle within our sect should die, and after death, their souls must still apologize before our master."
The Black Dharma King said coldly, showing no intention of rescuing his companions.
"Forget it..."
The Poison Hand Scholar smiled: "Though we currently advance like a hot knife through butter, we are also sowhat like a spent force... If the enemies unite, it will be detrintal to our subsequent offensives, so I chose to spare Qingmu Ridge, ease the offensive, and divide the enemy camps... Does this explanation satisfy you?"
Though he spoke plainly, a bead of sweat suddenly trickled down the Black Dharma King’s forehead: "I dare not question, only had so doubts. Since the envoy has decided, I shall take my leave..."
After the Black Dharma King left, the Poison Hand Scholar stood and silently prayed to the sky.
There was actually one more thing he didn’t say.
As a divine envoy of the Great Destruction God, he had already dabbled in the domain of destiny to so degree.
And giving up the attack on Qingmu Ridge was a result derived from his prophecy skill.
"There is actually a disaster in Qingmu Ridge that could destroy even ?"
After praying, the Poison Hand Scholar looked towards Qingmu Ridge, his expression dark.
...
Several days later.
Qingmu Ridge.
"You’re back."
Fang Xing smiled at Fei Yong.
"Yes, it’s almost unbelievable..." Fei Yong touched his own head, thinking he was dood.
Unexpectedly, the Killing Life Sect really spared him!
"Now we have released the White Dharma King and others, and the forces of the Killing Life Sect are advancing towards the Blood Shadow Sect..."
Fei Yong, being a Dao Foundation cultivator, regained his primordial qi after a brief rest and could point to the map: "The remaining seven great sects, led by the Upper God Temple, are forming an alliance to block the army of the Killing Life Sect..."
"Hmm, the Upper God Temple is skilled in the summoning gods technique, with inherited dao lineage... In terms of overall strength, it’s probably the second among the ten great factions in the Outer World..."
Fang Xing smiled nonchalantly.
After all, their Qingmu Ridge could now be considered removed from the war.
"Moreover, the Killing Life Sect has destroyed three major factions this ti, so the remaining seven factions are not reluctantly forming an alliance but instead are going all out, with complete unity, leading to terrifying results..."
Fei Yong said: "If the other seven factions are willing to open up their incense faith completely, the Upper God Temple will surely be able to summon a Post Realm ancestor with a Yang God presence... Together with the other major sects’ thods, they may not be unable to fight against the left envoy!"
"Indeed, and the Killing Life Sect will definitely allow the seven great sects to fully exert themselves... After all, the stronger the enemy, the better the sacrifice works."
Fang Xing nodded: "This great calamity will continue for a while."
Fei Yong looked full of relief: "Now in the Outer World, only our Qingmu Ridge can still be at ease. I foresee a surge in the number of loose cultivators seeking refuge; we must deploy people to guard each pass and not let too many in, though this will obviously offend the Killing Life Sect..."
"However, there is one more thing of utmost importance right now."
Fei Yong suddenly brought several cultivators to kneel: "Without a rightful na, words hold no power; now that we have left our original sect, we ask the ancestor to bestow a new sect na..."
He saw clearly that he and the others had already been abandoned by the Green Wood Ancestor.
And this Grandfather Fang, who was hiding so deeply, actually possessed Yang God-level strength and evidently didn’t like having superiors above.
Thus, self-establishnt beca the best choice.
Fang Xing watched this scene, feeling as if Fei Yong was saying, ’It’s getting cold, let add a yellow robe for you...’
He thought for a mont and said: "In harmony with the way of Dao, the Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three, Three begets all things... Henceforth, Qingmu Ridge shall be renad ’Nature Sect.’"
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
Fei Yong rejoiced in his heart, knowing that this step of supporting the leader was the right move.
In the future, he would achieve the rits of following a dragon, setting up a leader... In a mortal dynasty, this would earn a hereditary position at the very least.
In the world of cultivators, it could at least guarantee a life of ease!
...
Years later.
The Outer World was almost in complete chaos.
The Killing Life Sect’s army, after conquering most of the Blood Shadow Sect’s territory, finally encountered strong retaliation from the Seven Great Sects, hindering their progress.
As the armies of both sides confronted each other, the large-scale battles with countless casualties gradually subsided, but various infiltrations and small group skirmishes occurred almost daily.
Even though the Killing Life Sect struggled to advance, the notion that the Seven Great Sects could turn defeat into victory was impossible.
In fact!
As the war slightly cald, the cultivators’ instinct for internal conflict began to stir restlessly.
Particularly due to the existence of Qingmu Ridge, no, the Natural Sect, it was uncertain how many sects secretly negotiated surrender with the Killing Life Sect.
Compared to other places, the original Qingmu Ridge territory, where the Natural Sect was located, seed like a paradise now.
Had it not been for Fei Yong promptly establishing a plan, it might have been overwheld by the influx of refugees.
Qingmu Ridge.
Now it is rely a geographic na.
Within the Natural Sect.
Everywhere are towering trees, with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
Yet every cultivator entering here knows that the grand formation designed personally by Fang Xing is enough to ensnare a Yang God True Monarch.
"Steward Fei, I’m troubling you this ti."
Fei Yong appeared sowhat plump, with a beard, resembling a wealthy man, his cultivation was at the mid-stage Dao Foundation.
Behind him followed a cultivator at the Post Realm of the Dao Foundation, who humbly stuffed a Flying Squirrel Bag into Fei Yong’s sleeve.
"Ah, Brother Lin... no, why bother, Brother Lin?" Fei Yong looked astonished, as if his integrity was insulted, "Back in the old sect, we were the closest... Now that you’ve forsaken darkness for light, I’m naturally overjoyed."
Brother Lin bead with a smile, "I hope Brother Fei will speak favorably of in front of that person..."
In today’s Natural Sect, Fang Xing is naturally the founding ancestor, wielding incredible power.
However, he doesn’t care for mundane affairs, focusing entirely on planting trees, subsequently making Fei Yong the sect’s chief steward.
This Brother Lin was originally a core seed of Qingmu Ridge, a candidate for Yin God True Person.
He later followed the Old Ancestor Qingmu and ran.
Only after roaming for a few years and not faring well under the Seven Great Sects did he hear of Fei Yong’s good status in the Natural Sect and ca to join from afar.
Before long, Fei Yong led Brother Lin to a wilderness area.
There they saw a young man dressed in animal skins, planting trees.
"Greetings, Ancestor."
Without Fei Yong needing to say anything, Brother Lin imdiately knelt down.
It is worth ntioning that he, too, wore animal skins with a willow-branch crown on his head, exuding wildness and ancient style.
Not only him, but also Fei Yong and the entire Natural Sect, wore similar attire.
Even among the forces under Qingmu Ridge, this ’retro wild beast fashion’ was popular, and so cultivators deliberately rode fierce beasts to travel, displaying their status.
Outsiders would likely feel uncomfortable.
Fang Xing didn’t mind; it rely showed that the weak are changed by the environnt, while the strong change the environnt.
"To report to Ancestor, this Brother Lin Kun, is willing to forsake darkness for light and join our Natural Sect."
Fei Yong stepped forward and bowed to report.
"Lin Kun?"
Fang Xing, having just planted a tree, hands sared with soil, glanced up at Lin Kun, "Hmm... I’ll leave him to you."
"Yes."
Fei Yong bowed.
Lin Kun was overjoyed, kneeling, "Thank you, Ancestor..."
Fang Xing waved his hand, letting the two leave, continuing to plant trees on his own.
Soon, Fei Yong returned, "Ancestor... this person has issues."
"Oh? Why?"
Fang Xing asked casually.
"While we’ve absorbed remnants of the original Qingmu Ridge, the numbers in recent months are slightly higher than usual... Moreover, I’ve known Lin Kun for many years, and understand that though he seems naive, he’s actually deeply cunning. It’s highly probable he’s here as a spy... The Old Ghost Qingmu plans to strike at us."
Fei Yong asserted confidently.
"Then how should we respond?"
Fang Xing went to a mountain spring to wash his hands.
"By staying unchanged in response to changes... we’re behind the Killing Life Sect, ordinary Yang God True Monarchs dare not co... Only that Old Ghost Qingmu is willing to take this risk."
Fei Yong spoke confidently, "But he wouldn’t dare break through the formation. As long as Ancestor guards the Natural Sect without stepping out, ignore the oddities and let him defeat himself."
The Old Ancestor Qingmu has died once, his strength greatly diminished, not even matching the White Dharma King!
He naturally knows the best way to respond.
"Hmm... but it’s unnecessary to be that troubleso, find an opportunity to bait out the snake and eliminate the Old Ghost Qingmu..."
Fang Xing looked at the attribute bar.
The few years he seized here had already allowed him to make another leap in strength.
Moreover, since the Old Ghost Qingmu first prepared to use them as cannon fodder for a blood sacrifice and later coveted the Natural Sect’s foundation, they had long beco enemies.
[You have undergone a nature baptism, gaining partial ’Natural Knowledge’!]
[Your Druid Profession has advanced to level 20! Gained new talent—Immortality!]
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