MSBITRS Chapter 89 V1

At Po Tian Peak, in front of the Bai Fan Hall—

A woman in an icy blue long dress, Youqin Xuanya, was darting back and forth with a massive sword strapped to her back.

No one had asked her to take on these chores, but she did them willingly. She believed that since she was honored with the title of “Chief Disciple” by the sect, she ought to shoulder that responsibility.

Although if one judged solely by cultivation level, the real Chief Disciple should have been…

Some handsome guy surnamed Li, whom no one knew much about.

At this moment, the true Chief Disciple had transformed his original body using a shape-shifting technique and was hiding in a place he believed to be safe. Though far away from the chaotic battle outside, he had spent great effort setting traps and preparing plans, doing all he could to keep Du Xian Sect standing.

“Xuanya!”

A voice called from inside Bai Fan Hall. One of the elders summoned Youqin Xuanya over.

A few of the True Immortal-level elders responsible for external affairs handed her the jade talisman that would activate the Earth Vein Relocation Array. They, too, needed to head out to the outer peaks to join the battle.

“Elders, please go without worry!”

Youqin Xuanya clasped the jade talisman tightly, eyes filled with determination.

The elders nodded and smiled in response, though, truth be told, her confident words made them feel just a little uneasy inside.

Then, the group of True Immortal elders flew off toward the southwest on clouds.

Over a hundred Earth Immortals remained behind, forming protective formations around the disciples of various peaks, shielding them from any collateral damage from the battle.

Those protected disciples, now standing by for a possible strategic retreat, couldn’t contribute much at this point. All they could do was look toward the sky beyond the formation barrier.

Their spiritual senses couldn’t reach far, but their hearts still trembled with fear.

The more well-read among them began stringing together dramatic descriptions, saying things like:

“Behold this battle—it is truly…

Dragons soaring, phoenixes dancing, a storm in full force, crashing waves, and stunning divine powers!

The earth trembles and the mountains shake; dazzling lights explode in every direction!

The terrifying might of Golden Immortals chills our very souls!”

Others nodded in agreement, chiming in with “Well said, well said,” trying to ride the coattails of classical cultivation culture.

Those who usually focused solely on cultivating—and rarely read anything besides sacred texts—could only manage simple exclamations:

“Incredible!”

“Yeah, really amazing.”

“When will we ever be this strong?!”

Some disciples, hot-blooded and brave, were already prepared to live and die with the sect.

News of the Earth Vein Relocation Array spread quickly among the crowd, bringing a bit of relief.

Everyone had different thoughts, but all were understandable.

Outside the protective formation, the situation was growing more dire by the moment.

On the southwest and northwest sides, hundreds of dark figures were bombarding the barrier with furious attacks.

In response, the sect’s True Immortals and Heavenly Immortals were gathering strength, preparing to retaliate with full force.

Once the full shield of the protective formation was activated, it became an impenetrable shell. Outsiders couldn’t break in immediately, but those inside also couldn’t launch spells or throw out magical artifacts.

At the rate the dark figures were attacking, the shield wouldn’t last much longer.

These figures were puppets controlled by blood mosquitoes. Though dull-witted while marching, they followed commands with mindless obedience.

Yet in combat, they were more coordinated than the cultivators of Du Xian Sect.

Thankfully, a poison formation set up by Li Changshou had already wiped out about 20% of their combat strength.

Now, by relying on the sect’s defensive formation and draining the puppets’ spiritual energy with earth veins and spirit stones, they hoped to weaken them further.

The battle ahead still looked difficult—but not overwhelmingly so.

…

Outside Bai Fan Hall, Youqin Xuanya, after another round of work, stood on the corner eaves of the hall to rest, her eyes sweeping over the area below.

‘Why isn’t Senior Brother Changshou here?’

She felt a jolt of unease and searched more carefully.

Soon, she confirmed—neither Li Changshou nor Lan Ling’e was anywhere near Bai Fan Hall.

She frowned and turned her gaze toward Xiao Qiong Peak, ready to fly over and bring them here.

But just as she activated her power to take flight, a voice transmission reached her ears:

“Youqin, I’m with Ling’e. It’s not convenient for us to appear right now.

If the protective formation falls later, we’ll meet at the underground array.”

Upon hearing that, Youqin Xuanya let out a breath of relief.

She didn’t know why her senior brother and junior sister were hiding among the crowd, but since Changshou said so, there was no need to panic.

Meanwhile, in a dark and narrow corner, Li Changshou also sighed in relief.

Good thing he’d planned for this in advance!

Now that this risk was handled, he resumed his observations. If Jiujiu or Jiuwu tried to show up too, he’d have to send more warnings…

Having too many “friends” could be troublesome.

Three thousand miles to the southwest and northwest, two paper effigies that controlled the poison formations had completed their tasks and returned safely to their little boxes.

Li Changshou could finally take a breather.

Compared to his original projections, the current situation was a bit easier.

The enemy had only three Golden Immortals and no Daluo-level opponents.

And the cultivators of Du Xian Sect weren’t fools either.

From their battle formations, it was obvious they planned to fight while retreating.

Several Grand Elders were whispering rapidly, probably giving voice commands on how to handle the enemies.

That gave Li Changshou some peace of mind.

The “Heaven Rank No. 8” paper effigy, still in the form of Elder Qi Yuan, was seated in a rocking chair in front of the alchemy room.

Through it, Li Changshou observed the battle of Golden Immortals and monitored the fluctuations in the great formation.

In his mind, he was already calculating when and where to activate his battle plan, waiting for the moment the protective shield broke.

‘With Little Uncle and Jiuwu protected by Forgetting Emotions Elder, I don’t have to worry too much.’

His divine sense glanced southwest and quickly located his Uncle Jiujiu.

The nine immortals with the surname Jiu stood in a line, each holding a magical artifact and readying their divine powers behind their master, the Forgetting Emotions Elder.

Among them, the most striking was the elegant and poised Senior Sister, Jiu Yiyi.

With a frosty expression, she was surrounded by three or four suspended treasures, her cultivation already at the early Heavenly Immortal stage.

Standing beside the Forgetting Emotions Elder were two Grand Elders, along with twelve other Heavenly Immortal Elders, forming the front line of the southwest defense.

When the sect was under attack, the strongest cultivators always took the front lines—this was the rule of Du Xian Sect.

Forgetting Emotions, Elder turned slightly and looked at her youngest disciple, then said:

“Jiujiu?”

Hugging a large gourd, Jiujiu looked uneasy and kept glancing toward Xiao Qiong Peak. She immediately responded:

“Master, Jiujiu is here!”