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Chapter 101 Battlefield Meat Grinder? This is the Road to Success!

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"Yes, sir! Lin Chuan obeys!"

Lin Chuan remained expressionless, clasped his hands in acceptance of the order, and spoke without the slightest hesitation or resistance.

Although he felt that this matter had disrupted his plans, he also understood the current situation.

During times of war, the sect's orders are like mountains. If one refuses, the enforcement team will immediately take action. At best, one's cultivation will be crippled and one will be expelled from the sect; at worst, one will be executed on the spot as a warning to others.

The enforcement teams of the seven factions are always staffed by Core Formation cultivators.

With his current strength, if the Blood Thread Dragon fully recovers, and with the Blood Jade Spider and many other trump cards, he might be able to escape unscathed from a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation.

But so what?

Defeating one enforcement team will unleash the fury of the entire Seven Factions.

When the Nascent Soul Ancestor personally takes action, no matter how many tricks he has up his sleeve, he will only perish.

"Those who understand the times are wise."

Lin Chuan thought to himself, "Since I can't avoid it, I might as well go with the flow. The battlefield may be dangerous, but for me, it might not be a bad opportunity."

Seeing his cooperation, the deacon's cold expression softened slightly, and he nodded gently: "Junior Brother Lin, come with me."

Lin Chuan rode his magical artifact away from the mountain peak where his cave was located.

Soon after, the two arrived at the main peak of Huangfeng Valley, in front of the magnificent sect hall.

The palace doors were wide open, and more than a hundred cultivators had already gathered inside.

Lin Chuan glanced around and quickly estimated their approximate strength—there were about thirteen Foundation Establishment cultivators, including one late Foundation Establishment cultivator, three to five mid Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the rest early Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The remaining nearly one hundred people were all Qi Refining stage disciples, with varying levels of cultivation, but most were in the mid-to-late stages of Qi Refining.

In the main seat at the center of the hall sat a middle-aged man with a refined face and profound aura, none other than Zhong Lingdao, the head of Huangfeng Valley.

"Sect Leader, this is Lin Chuan, a disciple of Uncle-Master Li Huayuan. He has been conscripted and assigned to the team supporting the border."

The deacon stepped forward and respectfully reported.

Zhong Lingdao nodded, his gaze sweeping over Lin Chuan, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Yes!" Zhong Lingdao nodded.

The steward led Lin Chuan to the area where the dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators were gathered.

The atmosphere here is much more somber than that of the Qi Refining disciples. After all, Foundation Establishment cultivators are the main force of this support team and the backbone that will truly play a role on the battlefield.

"Junior Brother Yu, this Junior Brother Lin Chuan is a disciple that Uncle Li recently accepted. You probably haven't met him yet, have you?" Sect Leader Zhong Lingdao suddenly spoke up, smiling at the only late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator among the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with a square face, sharp eyes, and a calm and steady demeanor. His back was straight, and he looked like a veteran of many battles with blood on his hands.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Yu turned his gaze to Lin Chuan, looked him up and down, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

He strode forward, patted Lin Chuan on the shoulder with a light but firm touch, yet it carried a sense of generosity.

"Are you the junior brother Lin that Master mentioned to me?"

Yu Chaohai grinned, "In the battle of the Crimson Forbidden Land, you brought back twenty-eight Foundation Establishment Pill main ingredients by yourself, helping Master win the bet. This caused a sensation throughout the entire Yellow Maple Valley. When Master talked about you, he praised you highly."

He paused, his gaze shifting to a more scrutinizing tone, but even more so to admiration:

"Having met you today, I can see that your reputation is well-deserved. Your progress in cultivation is truly astounding... No wonder you are a ruthless person who was able to bring out twenty-eight spiritual herbs from the forbidden area. Compared to you, those so-called geniuses are nothing but a joke."

"Second Senior Brother is too kind. I am unworthy of such praise," Lin Chuan quickly cupped his hands in a humble manner.

Master Li Huayuan had mentioned the situation of his disciples to him. This Senior Brother Yu Chaohai had the highest cultivation level and was the strongest among Li Huayuan's disciples.

He was generous and righteous, and highly respected among his fellow disciples, always looking out for them.

"Haha, no need to be modest."

Yu Chaohai patted his shoulder again and lowered his voice, "Junior Brother Lin, the battlefield is extremely dangerous, unlike the peaceful cultivation within the sect. But you don't need to worry too much. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask your senior brother. On the battlefield, experience is more important than cultivation level."

"Thank you for your guidance, Second Senior Brother."

Lin Chuan sincerely thanked him.

……

The group did not linger in the sect's main hall.

As the leader of the support team, Yu Chaohai immediately led everyone out of the main hall and to the square outside the hall.

He patted the storage bag at his waist, and a beam of green light flew out, expanding in the wind and transforming into a giant flying boat that was more than ten feet long and about three feet wide in the blink of an eye.

The flying boat was entirely bluish-gray, with array patterns engraved on both sides of the hull. At the bow was a ferocious beast head statue, exuding a heavy and solemn aura.

"Everyone, get on!" Yu Chaohai was the first to leap onto the flying boat.

Lin Chuan and other Foundation Establishment cultivators followed closely behind, and nearly a hundred Qi Refining disciples also boarded the boat in succession.

The airship's interior was quite spacious, enough to accommodate everyone, but at this moment, everyone was in a heavy mood, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Yu Chaohai stood at the bow of the boat, his hands forming a hand seal, and channeled a stream of magical power into it.

……

a few days later.

The flying boat finally approached the Jingu Plain area on the northern border of the Yue Kingdom.

Lin Chuan stood by the ship's railing, looking down, his pupils involuntarily contracting slightly.

As far as the eye can see, there is a desolate plain stretching to the horizon.

The vegetation on the ground was pitifully sparse, with only some withered yellow grass trembling in the strong wind.

A fierce wind whipped up a sky full of yellow sand, obscuring the sun.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and lingering spiritual energy fluctuations, a unique aura formed by the resentment and magical power left behind by countless fallen cultivators.

The ground is scarred by war everywhere – huge craters several meters deep, scorched earth barren of vegetation, and broken rocks scattered all over the place.

Occasionally, when sunlight shines down, fragments of magical artifacts reflecting a metallic luster can be seen lying quietly in the dust.

Even more shocking were the remains that had not been cleared away in time—some were completely dried out, leaving only skeletons with fragments of torn clothing still on their bodies; others were half-buried in the dust, with half an arm or head showing, their faces no longer recognizable.

The cruelty and desolation of war were laid bare on this land.

Lin Chuan felt a chill in his heart, but he was not afraid.

This area was originally the border region between the Yue Kingdom and the Cheqi Kingdom.

Since Cheqi Kingdom was captured by the six sects of the Demonic Path and became a springboard for their attack, Jingu Plain has become the first and most important line of defense for the seven-faction allied forces against the southward advance of the Demonic Path.

The two sides have been locked in a stalemate here, engaging in countless battles, large and small, and have already lost thousands of cultivators.

"alert!"

Yu Chaohai's deep voice rang out on the flying boat. While controlling the flying boat, he instructed everyone, "Although we are close to the camp of the Seven Sects, there is no guarantee that there will be spies or small groups of demonic cultivators coming around to launch a sneak attack."

Everyone, stay alert, lest you capsize at your doorstep.

Upon hearing this, everyone took out their magical artifacts and cautiously scanned their surroundings.

The flying boat traveled another three or four hundred miles.

On the horizon ahead, a vast plateau finally appeared, its terrain clearly rising like a natural fortress. The plateau rose abruptly from the ground, its surroundings steep and rugged, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

What is most striking is the enormous, transparent light shield that covers an area of ​​dozens of miles above the plateau, emitting various colors of spiritual light and constantly changing.

The light shield, like an inverted giant bowl, completely enveloped the entire plateau, exuding an aura of weight, stability, and indestructibility.

Within the light barrier, one could vaguely see densely packed, irregularly sized, and crudely designed wooden and stone houses scattered haphazardly.

Occasionally, streaks of light would appear to enter and exit from within the light barrier, clearly indicating that these were patrolling cultivators on a mission.

This is the most important frontline camp of the seven allied forces of Yue on the northern border—

Jinguyuan Camp!

Yu Chaohai's spirits lifted, and he steered the flying boat to accelerate toward the edge of the camp's light shield.

Several miles away from the main camp, the flying boat was firmly locked onto by a powerful divine sense.

That divine sense was condensed and sharp, carrying a strong sense of scrutiny and vigilance; it was clearly the divine sense scan of a Core Formation stage cultivator!

Immediately afterwards, a patrol of cultivators dressed in mixed attire from seven different sects, exuding a fierce aura, flew out from within the light barrier and blocked the way in front of the flying boat.

The leader was also at the late Foundation Establishment stage, wielding a long, gleaming spear-like magical weapon, his eyes flashing like lightning.

"Who goes there? State your name!" the leading patrolling monk demanded in a deep voice.

Yu Chaohai remained calm and took out a jade talisman from his robes, activating it with his magic power.

The jade talisman emitted a soft yellow light, within which emerged the sect emblem of Yellow Maple Valley and the magical imprint of its sect leader, Zhong Lingdao.

"I am Yu Chaohai from Huangfeng Valley. I have been ordered by the sect leader to lead my disciples to provide support!"

The patrolling cultivator took the jade talisman and examined it carefully. After confirming that it was correct, his expression softened slightly, and he clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "So it's Fellow Daoist Yu. My apologies for my rudeness. Please follow me."

He turned and cast a spell towards a certain spot on the light barrier. The huge, transparent light barrier trembled slightly, then silently cracked open, creating a gap large enough for a flying boat to pass through.

Yu Chaohai piloted the flying boat, slowly entering the crevice and then the interior of the camp.

……

Once inside the camp, everything proceeded smoothly.

After disembarking from the flying boat, the group, led by a disciple in charge, headed to the area in the camp specifically responsible for personnel registration.

Name, sect, cultivation level, preferred techniques, past achievements... all this information is registered and entered into a special magical jade slip.

Lin Chuan noticed that when the disciple in charge of registering the jade slip heard the words "mid-Foundation Establishment stage" and "under Li Huayuan," his gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, clearly indicating that he had made a mental note of it.

After registration, they received a token representing their identity, a jade slip outlining the basic rules of the camp, and a rudimentary topographical map of the area surrounding Jingu Plain.

Finally, the group was led to the area where the disciples of Huangfeng Valley were stationed.

It was a relatively concentrated cluster of stone houses, about twenty or thirty simple stone houses of varying sizes, scattered throughout.

Some of the stone houses look relatively intact, while others have clearly undergone repairs, with traces of magical bombardment still remaining on the stone walls.

Clearly, this place has changed hands and been rebuilt many times.

"Fellow Daoists, this is the encampment area for the disciples of Yellow Maple Valley. You may choose any vacant stone houses, but you will be responsible for repairing any damage."

The disciple who led the way clasped his hands in greeting and said, "I still have to receive the next batch of reinforcements, so I'll take my leave now."

Yu Chaohai nodded, watching the disciple leave, then turned to the others and said, "Everyone, find a place to settle down first, and use magic to build your own houses. Remember, private fights are strictly prohibited within the camp; violators will be severely punished. There will be arrangements tomorrow morning."

The crowd agreed and dispersed.

Lin Chuan chose a relatively secluded open space with few stone houses around.

Instead of rushing to build a magnificent residence, he first used his magic to level the ground, and then cast simple earth and stone spells to quickly build a stone house that was about two zhang square, with a sturdy structure but an inconspicuous appearance.

After the stone house was completed, he immediately took out several sets of array flags and array plates from his storage bag and set up multiple layers of restrictions inside and outside the house.

It has warning systems, barriers to divine sense detection, and defenses against sneak attacks. Although it is not as stable as the "Mysterious Armor Formation" in the cave, it is already quite comprehensive for a Foundation Establishment cultivator's temporary residence.

After doing all this, Lin Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat cross-legged in the center of the stone house.