MSBITRS Chapter 93 V2

Chuckling, he jogged over to the outer illusion formation and hung up a new wooden sign:

“Lost again?”

Then, this burly paper man slapped his face, smeared himself with blood from some spirit beasts, tore his robe, messed up his hair, and deliberately disrupted his aura, looking battered, like he was barely holding it together after a serious fight.

He resumed the arrogant, brash demeanor from before, hoisted his giant axe, and shot into the sky toward Po Tian Peak, shouting as he flew:

“Ahahahaha!

You damn demon brats! Grandpa’s back again!

Come at me if you’ve got the guts!

That worthless mob of yours? Already got wrecked by my treasures!

Hahahaha!”

On Little Qiong Peak.

The illusion array that had just been blown apart was now steadily rebuilding itself.

The array nodes hidden deep within the mountain began to glow once more, returning to their precise positions with the aid of the deeper layers of formation magic.

A true linked formation isn’t just one array inside another.

Beneath the surface, arrays are secondary systems designed to maintain and repair the outer formations.

Before long, the entire forest looked exactly as it had before—as if nothing had ever happened.

Although… some faint traces of the earlier skirmish still lingered, where magic had carved into the land.

Moments later, two more figures came rushing from different directions toward Little Qiong Peak—two more paper men leading enemy troops straight into the trap.

The same show played out again.

The female paper man was “struck” by a flying treasure from behind and tumbled downward. The sword-bearing paper man quickly dove after her, followed by over ten pursuing enemies.

Some of those enemies paused, sensing danger near the edge of the formation, but the male paper man’s actions soon drew their attention back.

He shoved his “junior sister” into the woods, then turned to face the enemies, gripping the sword on his back.

“Don’t force me to draw my blade!”

One of the enemies couldn’t resist—they all charged.

In a narrow, dark corner of the mountains…

Li Changshou thought, if anyone saw his expression right now, they’d probably think he was insane.

At one moment, he was full of righteous seriousness.

Next, he was cursing and grinning like a rogue.

Then suddenly, aloof and cold, eyes filled with disdain.

“On the Art of Acting.”

That’s what this was. Since he was controlling several paper men at once, every single one had to have its attitude, expressions, and subtle traits—he had to pay close attention to every detail.

Three paper men were currently luring enemies around Po Tian Peak while the grand formation on Little Qiong Peak played a critical role—constantly drawing enemies into illusions, isolating them from outside detection, then eliminating them with killing arrays and poison.

Even though his true body wasn’t physically at Du Xian Sect anymore, Li Changshou was still going all-out.

So far, not counting the sneak attack on Elder Wan Linjun—his traps, poison arrays, explosive paper men, and baiting tactics had wiped out a full third of the enemy’s forces.

That significantly reduced the pressure on Du Xian Sect.

He might very well be the weight on the scale that tipped the outcome of the war.

(Although… the prehistoric world doesn’t have scales yet.)

Back at the sect, aside from Elder Wan Linjun—who had some idea of what was happening, most of the immortals were completely in the dark about their mysterious reinforcements.

At the same time, Li Changshou had to split part of his attention to monitor his junior sister.

A Heavenly Immortal-level daoist and a True Immortal-level demon roc were rushing eastward, aiming to ambush the disciples who had previously escaped through the underground transportation array.

This intel had already been passed on to the outer elders guarding those disciples.

But with over a thousand disciples present, how could they be evacuated in time?

Panic began to spread through the valley that once had been a picturesque sanctuary.

A Heavenly Immortal was coming to kill—and for them, that was no small threat.

At this moment…

Youqin Xuanya stepped forward again!

“Elders, allow me to draw the enemy away!”

“No!”

A True Immortal outer elder shouted, “What kind of cowardly elders would send young disciples to die while we hide behind them?!

Elder Tian! You and I will go meet this villain in battle!”

“Agreed!” another elder responded, and the two prepared to rise into the air.

Just then, a soft voice came from the crowd, a bit unsure:

“Why can’t we just use the underground array to bring two Heavenly Immortals from the sect here instead?”

Everyone turned toward the voice. It was Lan Ling’e who had spoken.

Many people looked enlightened—the idea made a lot of sense.

But a few disciples and inner sect members gave bitter smiles.

They were the last group to use the underground array.

In truth, several hundred Yuan Immortals were supposed to come with them.

But those seniors had chosen to stay behind and perish with the sect.

To avoid exposing the disciples’ whereabouts, they’d even destroyed the transport array with their own hands, sealing their fate.

After a few quiet explanations, the disciples were fired up.

“Then we’ll fight to the death right here!”

“That’s right!

Our masters are still fighting back at the sect—we won’t go down like cowards!”

“If worst comes to worst, we die. Not like I was ever gonna survive my tribulation anyway!”

Li Changshou frowned slightly in the shadows. This kind of scene made it difficult for him to act discreetly.

Fortunately, Youqin Xuanya was there.

“Li Changshou” tugged on his junior sister’s sleeve and whispered a few words. The two then walked toward Youqin Xuanya.

The next part of the plan required her, specifically her authority and reputation as the sect’s top disciple…

A genuine, not-at-all paper-based, non-tool-person lead.