MSBITRS Chapter 87 V2

“Quickly break through it!
Don’t miss the rendezvous!”

Several Heavenly Immortal-level demon cultivators immediately stepped forward, casting spells to easily dispel the poisonous formation.

But in just that brief moment, among the dozen who had rushed in earlier, another four or five coughed up blood and screamed in agony as their souls were instantly scattered.

The Ten Thousand Mark poison pills—truly exceptional quality.

Current results: six True Immortals and one Heavenly Immortal killed.

Meanwhile, on the southwestern flank, another group of enemies charged into the first poisonous formation hidden within a dense forest.

Li Changshou timed it precisely and activated the trap. As green mist spread, he claimed five more True Immortals.

One more Heavenly Immortal had their soul wounded by the poison and was rendered temporarily unable to fight.

The harassment tactic of the poison formations had begun, and it started strong.

That said, Elder Wan Linjun’s obsession with the color green was something else. His poison pills, poison mists, and even powder all had that intense green hue…

Li Changshou was a different case. He preferred poisons that were entirely colorless and odorless.

These two paper figures, carrying critical responsibilities, were kept hidden using stealth techniques, blending into the trees and water pools.

Li Changshou continued monitoring everything in the shadows, remotely controlling the activation of the next wave of poison traps.

The ambushers still hadn’t realized there were traps ahead—they kept racing along their path close to the ground without changing direction.

“Seems like their minds have been affected after getting mentally controlled… they’re not thinking straight anymore,”
Li Changshou thought to himself as he took a moment to check on things inside the sect.

Hmm…
Still calm and peaceful.

Du Xian Sect’s hidden sentries were posted about a thousand miles from the mountain gate.

The Sect Master and elders believed that this distance was enough to detect and respond to enemies in time.

But in Li Changshou’s opinion…
They were overly confident.

Of course, he wouldn’t say that out loud. He was just a “low-quality seedling” on Little Qiong Peak, after all.

What he could do, however, was quietly expand his surveillance range to 3,500 miles, with special focus on certain key paths.

He kept his mind focused on both the southwestern and northwestern directions.

The two enemy groups showed surprising coordination—both managed to bypass one of Li Changshou’s hidden traps but charged straight into another.

Green mist exploded once more. Though the two traps were separated by thousands of miles, each engulfed seven or eight enemies.

Through his network of triple-eyed spider webs, Li Changshou noticed something again—tiny blood mosquitoes appearing on the corpses of the slain True Immortals.

This time, those blood mosquitoes quickly dispersed into a bloody mist.

This likely meant the mysterious “Mosquito Daoist” had withdrawn from the operation early to avoid being tracked by the powerhouses of the Human Sect.

If that was true, Du Xian Sect’s odds of surviving had just improved.

Combining both flanks, there were seventy-eight Heavenly Immortal-level enemies—be they demons, humans, or spirits. In addition, three Golden Immortals with strange auras and over a thousand True Immortals.

This force significantly outmatched Du Xian Sect.

And Li Changshou couldn’t even be certain there weren’t other ambushers coming from directions he hadn’t accounted for.

He had to assume the worst.

All things considered, this was a major calamity for Du Xian Sect.

As far as he knew, only the Sect Master had reached the Golden Immortal level. There were just over fifty Heavenly Immortal elders, and while there were many True and Nascent Immortals, their actual combat power was uncertain.

The sect had lived too peacefully for too long—they rarely trained in large-scale formations of hundreds or thousands.

If only they’d spent half the effort they put into “romantic cultivation” on practicing battle formations…

Then perhaps he, a low-ranking disciple, wouldn’t have to carry this burden alone today!

The two enemy groups were stubbornly pushing forward. After suffering three consecutive ambushes over a hundred miles, they finally slowed down and began using magical tools to probe the path ahead.

As if saying:

“What, you think your poison formations are impressive?
We’ll just sacrifice a few comrades to get through!”

Li Changshou chuckled softly and focused his attention back on controlling the two paper figures, watching for the right moment to spring the traps.

Soon enough, the casualty count climbed to over forty True Immortals and three Heavenly Immortals, with four more Heavenly Immortals heavily wounded.

It wasn’t enough to truly cripple the enemy—but it was enough to slow their advance, buying Li Changshou more time to prepare.

The poison formations were proving highly effective, worth further research in the future.

Sensing that his master and junior sister were getting close to the alchemy room, Li Changshou split off a portion of his attention toward the paper figure inside the pill chamber.

Given the sheer number of paper figures he was deploying, he had already divided them into categories:

• [Heaven-Grade Paper Figures]: Responsible for post-battle encirclement. Each carried many original-model paper figures and poison powders. Their aura and appearance were entirely different from Li Changshou. They would only appear after the battle started and would retreat once the dust settled.

• [Earth-Grade Paper Figures]: In charge of pre-battle work—scouting, ambushing, and triggering poison traps. Again, their aura and appearance bore no resemblance to Li Changshou. Two of them were currently active.

• [Human-Grade Paper Figures]: Tasked with protecting his junior sister and master. There were fewer of them, but each was placed strategically near one of the two.

For example, the Human-Grade No. 3 was currently pretending to be Li Changshou’s real body. It would soon accompany his junior sister and master to escape via the underground spiritual veins…

As for Little Qiong Peak’s compound formation, it would later be taken over by a Heaven-Grade paper figure, turning it into a “trap” that could bury powerful enemies.

Outside the pill room, a few splashing sounds could be heard—it was the spirit frogs hopping into the pond.

Then came the voices of Ling’e and Elder Qi Yuan, shouting urgently:

“Senior Brother!”

“Changshou, what happened?!”

Two figures burst into the array formation surrounding the alchemy chamber in a panic.