MSBITRS Chapter 88 V2

That was…

Elder Qiling?

Tch, that Dao title is suspicious.

Before Li Changshou could think more about it, rumbling booms echoed from the peaks.

Sixteen of the taller mountain peaks each sent a pillar of multicolored light into the sky. These beams channeled vast spiritual energy into the sect’s protective formation.

The sect’s defensive array, usually sleek and subtle, now grew thicker and more forceful, fully activated and powered up.

From the southwest and northwest, the two black clouds surged forward with fierce momentum. Compared to when they were flying low, they weren’t moving all that much faster, but now they were charging straight in.

The enemies had chosen to launch a full-frontal assault.

Fortunately, Du Xian Sect had discovered them early enough to begin organizing its defenses.

True Immortals and Heavenly Immortals from each peak gathered at Po Tian Peak. They were split into two groups and sent to the peripheral peaks in the southwest and northwest.

Immortals at the Yuanxian level (Primordial Immortals) began gathering at Po Tian Peak to form battle formations.

Meanwhile, disciples from all peaks were brought to the Bai Fan Hall.

Youqin Xuanya was busy organizing disciples who couldn’t fight, guiding them calmly and methodically to gather in front of the hall.

There was no need to flee right away.

The sect’s protective formation was the first line of defense.

Its experts were the second.

If the situation turned dire—truly a matter of life and death—these disciples and some Primordial Immortals would be sent underground and evacuated through a formation connected to the earth’s ley lines.

At this point, most immortals in Du Xian Sect were still in a state of confusion, unsure why the sect was suddenly under siege.

But none of them intended to just sit and wait to be slaughtered.

One by one, the immortals of Du Xian Sect dropped their usual friendly demeanor.

Some clenched their teeth, eyes fixed angrily on the oncoming enemies who had interrupted their peaceful cultivation.

Others wore grim expressions, their eyes burning with fury, hearts already igniting with righteous anger.

Some did appear anxious and worried, but the vast majority stood firm and ready.

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Meanwhile, back at Xiao Qiong Peak—

Li Changshou had already activated multiple layers of formations, turning this place into a veritable fortress.

Ling’e was now carrying “Human No. 3” on her back, her unconscious master secured in a sack, as she used Earth Escape to slowly make her way toward the ley lines.

Her slender shoulders seemed to bear the future of Xiao Qiong Peak.

At this moment, she had completely set aside her usual playful nature. Her eyes sparkled with alertness, sharply aware of every movement around her.

In the now-empty alchemy room, tucked in a corner of the bookshelf…

A bamboo box slid open.

Another paper figure emerged—this one labeled with the characters “Tian·Eight.”

The paper person dropped to the ground and wobbled upright, transforming into the image of Elder Qiyuan, holding three formation-controlling jade talismans.

Li Changshou left a sliver of his consciousness here to monitor the battle inside the sect.

Then, with multitasking precision, he retrieved the two paper figures that had previously been controlling the poison formations—Earth No. 3 and Earth No. 5—from a tree trunk and a pool of water.

Their work was far from finished.

In perfect sync, each of the two paper figures released several original-design paper people from their sleeves.

Then, they all used Earth Escape and began moving toward the areas where the poison formations had previously been triggered.

From each direction, four paper people—transformed into various male and female forms of differing ages—followed closely above the main paper figure, flying forward.

The puppets didn’t care about the corpses of their fallen comrades, but Li Changshou did.

Besides gathering the corpses, the paper people began cleansing the lingering poison mist to avoid any future karmic consequences.

Protecting the Great Wilderness environment—it’s everyone’s responsibility.

Each direction had eight paper people diligently working, while the two with Li Changshou’s spiritual consciousness remained hidden underground, not daring to show themselves.

No choice—mosquito prevention work must remain a priority.

The eight paper people were divided into efficient teams, operating with precision.

They used Poison-Collecting Treasure Bags to sweep up the toxins.

They destroyed any poison formations that hadn’t been triggered.

They gathered up enemy corpses—and of course, helped themselves to any storage treasures found on the bodies.

Halfway through the cleanup, thunder rolled from the direction of the sect’s main gate.

Outside the protective formation, five Golden Immortals had already begun fighting, the aftermath of their clashes warping the sky and shaking the land.

The Sect Master fought two Golden Immortals alone from the southwest.

Elder Qiling held off another in the northwest, preventing any of the enemy’s top fighters from approaching the sect’s defenses.

Brilliant light from treasures clashed in the sky, with magical weapons flying back and forth.

But outside the great formation, the many fierce-looking Heavenly Immortals had already begun attacking its walls.

Li Changshou didn’t interfere—he kept focused on his tasks.

It wasn’t yet time for the Tian-series paper people to appear. The enemies would need time to break through the array.

The two teams of paper people quickened their pace and managed to complete the cleanup before the barrier could be breached.

They gathered all the corpses into piles and swept away every trace of toxic mist.

Next, they tossed two Heaven-Covering Umbrellas into the air, opening up two zones that blocked external interference.

Four paper people each tossed out a Soul-Capturing Pearl, scanning the area for lingering souls. Then, they pulled out a wooden fish, a bronze bell, a clapper, and even a suona horn.

The one with the wooden fish chanted the Scripture for Guiding Souls;

The one with the clapper recited Prayers for Disaster Relief.

The bell-ringer chanted the Rebirth Sutra;

And the two holding the suona horns—after scattering True Samadhi Fire across the corpses—took a deep breath and began to play a solemn, mournful melody.

From now on, post-battle services include not only forced salvation of souls but bonus funeral rites as well.

The five Golden Immortals clashed in the sky above Du Xian Sect, sending waves of spiritual pressure and dazzling light across the battlefield, making the very earth tremble.

Li Changshou silently observed the battle.

Soon, the corpses were fully burned, and the sutras had been chanted.

Only two large heaps of black ash remained.

The four paper people acted simultaneously, blowing the ash away into the wind.

Special times called for sacrifices inthe  ceremony.

But there would be more chances in this war…

Each group of eight paper people completed their tasks, then used Earth Escape to return underground, reentering the sleeves of the main paper figures.

The two paper figures had now completed their missions. They returned to their original hiding places to await Li Changshou’s next command—whether to be retrieved or destroyed.

If Du Xian Sect held out, he could recycle them—paper figures weren’t easy to make.

But if the sect truly fell this time…

Then everything had to be destroyed—no trace left behind.