MSBITRS Chapter 92 V2

Wen Jing’s interest had only been piqued once the five Golden Immortals started fighting.

She mostly ignored anything below that level.
To her, True Immortals were no different from Qi Refiners who hadn’t even reached immortality—dull, repetitive, and boring.

It was the Golden Immortal duels that were entertaining—
Especially that rare beast from the ancient era, a true qilin, which seriously whetted her appetite.

But when Li Changshou’s paper soldiers launched the first ambush, taking out over eighty True Immortals and wounding more than a hundred, the tides of battle started to shift.

For the moment, the balance of power was reset.

“Hmm? What’s happening down there?”

Wen Jing Daoist glanced briefly at the scene around Po Tian Peak and curled her lip in disdain.

These hastily gathered puppets were proving useless—now they were nearly being beaten back by the enemy!

Forget it. Looks like we won’t be destroying Du Xian Sect today after all…

If this drags on any longer, the blood lotus energy within these three pseudo-Golden Immortals will also be drained dry.

“Hmph! If only my true children were to make a move, this tiny Du Xian Sect would be wiped off the map in an instant…”

Wait a minute—where are the disciples of Du Xian Sect?

Daoist Wen Jing narrowed her eyes, scanning the area up and down. Soon, she let out a cold laugh.

There were faint traces of spiritual energy left underground… Could it be a Geomancy Shift Formation?

Escaped eastward?

With that kind of trick, do you think you can fool Her Majesty the Queen?

[If I can’t wipe out your sect outright, then slaughtering all your disciples will do just fine…]

What would follow afterward… would certainly be entertaining.

True, directly controlling and contacting these puppets again could risk exposing herself.

But Wen Jing felt a flicker of excitement in her heart—just enough to tempt her into taking a small risk.

…

Near Broken Heaven Peak, where thousands of immortals clashed—

A faint trace of Dao resonance descended silently, falling upon a blood mosquito puppet that had once been a mortal man, now at the Heavenly Immortal stage. That resonance quickly receded.

The puppet trembled slightly, then immediately withdrew from the battlefield, summoning a True Immortal–level demon roc and mounting its back.

To better carry out its “master’s” freshly delivered command, the Heavenly Immortal puppet had the demon roc fly full speed northward—and only after covering enough distance would they divert eastward…

Bird-type demon beasts were generally adept at flying. This roc, which bore traces of Golden Roc bloodline and an innate divine ability, shot off like a streak of lightning.

Some of the Du Xian Sect elders at the Heavenly Immortal level noticed this movement. They deduced that the enemy cultivator and the demon roc might be heading east to cause destruction.

They exchanged urgent voice transmissions, hearts filled with dread.

But at this moment, they were pinned down near Broken Heaven Peak. Even if they could break through and rush east, they simply couldn’t match that roc’s speed!

One of the Grand Elders disengaged from battle and hurriedly took out several jade transmission slips, sending warnings to a few external elders stationed 16,000 miles to the east, telling them to hide the disciples at once.

That was all they could do…

Unfortunately, the Du Xian Sect elders had underestimated two things:

First, they hadn’t expected the enemy to be so utterly ruthless.

The battle here wasn’t even over, yet they were already targeting unascended disciples elsewhere!

Second…

The geomantic veins ran deep underground. How did the enemy even find their hidden Geomancy Shift Formation?

But what the elders failed to foresee…

One disciple had already predicted.

The name “Mosquito Daoist” had left an intensely brutal impression on Li Changshou—his guard had been up from the very beginning.

As soon as that puppet and Roc moved, Li Changshou picked up on their trajectory.

He muttered “Trouble” in his heart—but wasn’t the least bit nervous.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his junior sister and master. He had long since made preparations. One Heavenly Immortal? Ten? Pfft—

Ahem. Ten might be a bit much.

But even if three or four came, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

“The timing’s just about right… Time for phase two.”

Right now, Li Changshou had to shift part of his attention to the humanoid Paper Doll No. 3 stationed beside Ling’e, preparing for the upcoming confrontation.

Meanwhile, Paper Doll No. 2 remained hidden underground, while the other three reappeared in the valley surrounding Broken Heaven Peak.

This time, he didn’t unleash a full army of paper figures—

Instead, three silhouettes rose straight into the air.

Two men and one woman—appearing from the north and south, deliberately revealing their cultivation: all late-stage True Immortals.

That was the highest realm his paper dolls could currently mimic—after all, they only carried stored immortal power, and there was a limit to how much could be stored.

Then, the three figures unleashed their immortal auras and shouted boldly.

From the north—

A young man carrying a longsword called out:

“We were passing through and saw these demons attacking a sacred mountain—how outrageous!

Friends of Du Xian Sect, my sister and I will lend you our aid!”

Righteous and brimming with heroic spirit!

His sister, a female immortal clutching a jade flute, chimed in loudly:

“Under Heaven’s gaze, we uphold the Dao! Destroy evil, protect the righteous!

Fellow cultivators, worry not—we won’t charge in recklessly. We’ll draw some of the beasts away first!”

The logic made perfect sense, putting the Du Xian Sect cultivators at ease. They were instantly grateful for these ‘randomly passing’ allies.

Although… more than a few sensed something a little off about their appearance.

Meanwhile, the brawny man on the southern flank was far less polite—

Shouldering a massive axe, he was ten miles from the main battlefield when he roared:

“You demon bastards! If you’ve got guts, come fight this old Daoist head-on!

I’ll f* your demon ancestors into the dirt!”**

Instantly, the blood mosquito puppets surrounding Broken Heaven Peak reacted!

Over ten dark figures launched toward the man and woman in the north.

The sword-wielding man burst out laughing, retreating with his sister while casting stylized spells with precision and flair.

But the south… was where things got wild.

Over twenty demon beasts spun around and charged the brawny man, including two at the Heavenly Immortal stage!

The burly paper doll’s legs shook. He spun and bolted, unleashing Wind Evasion technique as he shot toward Little Qiong Peak.

And to draw even more attention, Li Changshou—through this puppet’s voice, unleashed an epic verbal onslaught.

The insults came thick and fast, filled with the vulgar flavor popular across the land:

“You motherless trash!”

“Raised by beasts! Can’t tell your tail from your face!”

That was just the intro tier.

Li Changshou soon kicked it up a notch, slinging barbs that hit the demon clan where it hurt.

Spicy tidbits of common knowledge, sure to enrage—

“Two Demon Emperors, but only one Empress? Suspicious!”

“Back in the day, your ancestors got beat so badly by the Wu Tribe they didn’t dare set foot on land—and then had the nerve to claim they shared dominion of Heaven and Earth? Shameless much?”

Streams of light chased after the puppet, demons attacking with wild fury.

Yet the puppet weaved and dodged in the sky, immortal energy bursting forth as he shouted insults without pause.

Before long, the burly puppet flew directly over Little Qiong Peak—just in time to “accidentally” get hit by a flying treasure, taking a glancing blow that sent him tumbling.

He caught himself midair, looking back at the horde chasing after him.

By now, some of the demons were starting to sense something was off. A few humanoid ones even hesitated.

From the shadows, Li Changshou sneered coldly.

The puppet turned around, landing just on the edge of Little Qiong Peak’s grand formation. He gave a thumbs-down and mockingly beckoned the demons.

“I’ve been running for ages, and this is the best you’ve got? Weak! Come on, single combat—if you’re not cowards!”

The twenty-plus elite demon warriors paused briefly, then charged him as one.

With the blood mosquito’s influence over their minds, of course, they’d gang up.

One versus a mob? That’s just fine… because it’s exactly what Li Changshou wanted.