Qinghe Immortal Clan.

After the two younger generations of the family began their retreat, Song Qingyu, who had already collected the materials for refining magic weapons, also entered his retreat cave after some preparation and began to refine his own magic weapon.

The natal magic weapon can be said to be a vital item for a Jindan cultivator who has just successfully formed a golden elixir.

Before she had refined her own natal magic weapon, Song Qingyu's fighting ability could only be slightly stronger than that of an ordinary fake elixir cultivator, and could not be compared with a real golden elixir cultivator. Therefore, she needed to hurry up and complete the refining of her natal magic weapon.

After leaving Song Qingyu in Funiushan Mountain to refine his life-saving magic weapon, Song Qingming quickly returned to Tuoyun Mountain with Huang Siyuan, and the couple went into seclusion to practice.

One year later, outside a small market town on the front line of Lu State, a team of carriages and horses slowly drove in and stopped at the entrance of the market town.

Several yellow-robed Qi-refining monks guarding the door took a look from afar at a middle-aged man in a blue robe walking out from the front of the convoy, and immediately walked out of the market formation to stop the man.

Seeing the two yellow-robed monks approaching, the middle-aged man on the convoy hurried forward and smiled and bowed, saying, "Two fellow Taoists, we are here to deliver supplies from Jinhu Mountain!"

"Do you have a pass token?" The yellow-robed monk did not respond to the other party upon hearing this, but asked the other party directly with a serious look on his face.

"Oh! Yes, yes."

After hearing what the other party said, the middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand and took out a white jade token from his storage bag, and handed it to the yellow-robed monk in front of him with caution.

After getting the jade token, the monk in yellow ignored the man standing in front of him and quickly cast a spell to check the jade token in his hand. After confirming that it was correct, he returned it to the middle-aged man in blue.

"Okay! Come in with me."

After saying that, the monk in yellow turned around and walked towards the market town. Soon, the entire convoy entered the market town under the leadership of the middle-aged man in blue robe.

The war between Lingyin Sect and the "Tianhai Alliance" has been going on for nearly three years. A large amount of spiritual objects are consumed on the front battlefield almost every day. If it were not for the support of large and small sects from more than a dozen surrounding countries, the Lingyin Sect alone would not be able to sustain such a war.

However, there was nothing they could do about it. The Tianhai League had been developing rapidly in recent years, and its ambition to expand northward was growing. If the Lingyin Sect could not stop them, once Lu was occupied by the other side, other surrounding countries would sooner or later suffer.

In this situation where both sides are in danger, the nearby major sects can only unite together and fully support Lingyin Sect in resisting the attack of the "Tianhai League".

This small market town located in the southern part of Lu State is one of the transit stations for Lingyin Sect to transport supplies to the front line. Most of the monks stationed there are monks from neighboring countries who have come to provide support.

The immortal cultivation families under the Lingyin Sect would deliver the collected spiritual rice, elixirs, magic tools, talismans and other strategic materials to the markets responsible for transit every once in a while.

After the statistics are sorted out in the market town, the monks stationed here will escort them directly to the front battlefield.

In a meeting hall in the middle of the market, a monk in yellow walked in quickly, bowed to several foundation-building monks in the hall and said, "Dear seniors, the supplies from Jinhu Mountain have arrived, and Senior Brother Luo and his men are already counting and storing them."

An old man in a yellow robe who was at the ninth level of foundation building and sitting at the head of the group nodded slightly after hearing the report from the visitor, and said, "Well! Send them back after the inventory is done, and then pack up the supplies needed for the front line and send them directly to Fengguyuan in two days."

After hearing the order from the yellow-robed old man, the Qi-refining cultivator who came to report hurriedly responded and then slowly retreated.

After the other party left, the yellow-robed old man turned his gaze again, glanced at the two foundation-building monks sitting in the meeting room, and said with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist Song, Fellow Daoist Li, this batch of supplies is quite important, so I'd like to trouble you two to go there!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue, who were sitting nearby, immediately stood up and saluted, saying, "Please rest assured, Brother Xu, we will definitely fulfill your mission!"

"Haha! Both of you are young and promising people, and you have both taken turns to fight on the front line. With you all together, I believe there will be no problems."

After Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue accepted the task, they confirmed the details and time of the transportation with the other party before leaving the conference room.

After coming to the front line of Lu to support for a year, Song Yuanli and his men spent most of their time guarding the market behind the front line, transporting supplies to the battlefield. Occasionally, when there was a shortage of manpower on the front line, they would rotate to the front line to fight directly against the enemy.

This situation is the same as when Song Qingming came to the front line of Lu State to provide support. The overall combat effectiveness of these cultivators who were recruited from the vassal families below is naturally much worse than that of the cultivators from the big sects of Lingyin Sect.

Therefore, they are generally not forced to go to the front battlefield. They only need to transport supplies, guard important strongholds such as the rear markets and mines, and deal with the monks who infiltrate and attack from the "Tianhai League".

Of course, doing some guarding or logistics tasks in the rear, although safer, the merits that can be earned will be much less. Some monks who are eager to earn merits in exchange for the spiritual objects they want can also actively apply to go to the front battlefield at any time.

Over the past year or so, many cultivators, including Song Yuanli, who had come from the Song family's territory, either applied voluntarily or were passively recruited to the front lines, and many of them have taken turns to fight on the front battlefield.

In such a large-scale war full of dangers, even if you hide in the rear market and do some work to guard the market and transport supplies, you still cannot completely avoid these dangers.

In the market town where Song Yuanli and others were stationed, the monks who had been transporting supplies to and from the front line had suffered several attacks from monks who had infiltrated the "Tianhai League" over the past year.

Meng Xuanzhang, another foundation-building cultivator from Pingyang County who came with Song Yuanli, was unlucky enough to be targeted by the enemy when he was transporting a batch of supplies to the front line not long ago. He was attacked by several foundation-building cultivators at once.

After the fierce battle, although Meng Xuanzhang survived, he was also seriously injured and is now in seclusion to recover from his injuries.

If the nearby Foundation Establishment Monk had not arrived to provide support in time after receiving the distress signal, Meng Xuanzhang, who was alone facing the siege of three Foundation Establishment Monks, would probably have suffered more than just minor injuries.

The battlefield is ruthless, and so is the war in the world of immortals. Of the more than 200 people who came out, more than a dozen have fallen on the battlefield in the past year. There are also many cultivators who were seriously injured and have been sent back to the rear in advance to take a large flying boat back to Weiguo for treatment.

However, after more than a year of training, these monks who went on an expedition to the State of Lu thousands of miles away have grown to some extent.

After all, the battles between monks on this kind of large battlefield are different from hunting monsters. The enemies you face are all strangers, and you cannot know in advance what powerful magical powers the other party will have and how to respond to them. If you want to survive in such a place, what is tested is the monk's own strength and ability to respond on the battlefield.

The next morning, Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue, who had prepared everything, checked the supplies and quickly set off with dozens of Qi-refining monks and a dozen large animal carts to the Fengguyuan front line thousands of miles away.

A year ago, the Lingyin Sect suffered a great defeat in a battle with the "Tianhai Alliance" because they underestimated the enemy. In that battle, they lost thousands of cultivators, including many foundation-building disciples. Even two of the Lingyin Sect's Elder Jin were injured in that battle.

As a result, the Lingyin Sect almost lost Fengguyuan, an important stronghold guarding the southern gate of the State of Lu. Fortunately, the monks from the sects of several neighboring countries arrived at the front line in time to provide support and gradually stabilized the situation on the battlefield.

In addition to guarding the market town and receiving and sorting supplies sent from the rear on weekdays, the most common task Song Yuanli and his team received over the past year or so was to transport supplies to the Fengguyuan front line.

At this moment, Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue, who were in the middle of the market convoy, were sitting together drinking tea and chatting, without much tension on their faces.

Ever since Meng Xuanzhang was attacked by infiltrated enemy cultivators last time, the people in charge of the market town management, after some discussion, decided to change the number of foundation-building cultivators who would be tasked with transporting supplies to two.

Song Yuanli has already broken through to the seventh level of foundation building, and Li Chengyue is also a master who has reached the sixth level of foundation building. The two of them are escorting this batch of supplies together. Even if they encounter two or three foundation building cultivators attacking from the other side, they can basically handle it on their own and don't have to be afraid of anything.

The convoy had been traveling for about several hundred miles towards Fengguyuan without any incident. Just when everyone in the convoy relaxed a little, several figures suddenly appeared in front and rushed towards them.

"My fellow Taoists, I am Yu Zitong from the Lingyin Sect. There is an enemy attack!" Before the person arrived, the voice had already reached the ears of Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue who were in the car.

When they looked up, they saw that it was their own people being chased by the enemy. Song Yuanli and the other man in the beast cart immediately showed a hint of surprise, and hurriedly took out their magic weapons and walked out of the cart to prepare to fight the enemy.

He looked at the Lingyin Sect monks being chased by several "Tianhai League" in mid-air and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, it's really strange. Why are the people from Tianhai League so bold recently? They keep going deep into the rear to attack our people."

Since Song Yuanli and his men arrived at the frontline of Lu, the situation on the frontline battlefield was still relatively disadvantageous and they were unable to counterattack the "Tianhai League" to drive the other side out of Lu's territory and end the war, but at least the situation on the battlefield was gradually stabilizing.
Especially in recent months, the scale of fighting on the front battlefield has become much smaller and is far less intense than when they first arrived. Song Yuanli and his men even have a feeling that the war seems to be coming to an end.

Because Song Yuanfang had said when they came that no matter who was on the expedition, they only needed to stay on the front line for a year before they could return to Weiguo to rest. Now they had been in Guguo for almost a year, and it was estimated that at most one or two months, when the large flying boat to Weiguo was ready, they could return to Qinghe County together to rest.

Just now when chatting with Li Chengyue, Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue had already said that after returning to Qinghe County, they must find an opportunity to have a good drink in the "Chiyanfang". They didn't expect that they would actually encounter a battle at this critical juncture.

"Fortunately, there are two people on the other side. Fellow Daoist Li, let's go and rescue them first!"

After hearing the doubts in Li Chengyue's mouth, Song Yuanli nodded with a complicated expression, and without any further hesitation, the two of them soon stepped on their flying swords and took the initiative to go to the front to meet the monk from Lingyin Sect.

Seeing that someone had really come to support them from the front, and that their cultivation was higher than theirs, the two mid-stage foundation-building cultivators from the "Tianhai League" who were chasing them from behind, looked at each other halfway, then suddenly turned their swords around and quickly retreated.

"Don't run away, you thief! Come and fight me if you can!"

Seeing that the opponent retreated so decisively before even engaging with them, Li Chengyue, who was about to fight, suddenly showed a hint of sneer on his face. When he was about to go forward to chase the opponent, he was stopped by the monk from Lingyin Sect who had just saved his life.

"My two fellow Taoists! Don't chase forward. There are at least dozens of enemy monks over there. It's too dangerous ahead!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are right! This is already the rear of Fengguyuan. How could such a large number of foundation-building cultivators appear?"

Hearing the words from the Lingyin Sect monk, Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue, who were about to step forward to stop the two of them, were slightly startled and immediately stopped their pursuit.

Over the past year, the market town where Song Yuanli and his colleagues were located had been attacked several times by monks who had infiltrated the Tianhai League while transporting supplies.

However, in order to facilitate dispersed retreat, the other side basically consisted of about three or four people, or at most five or six people. There had never been a large number of cultivators appearing together. Moreover, this place was only a few hundred miles away from Fengguyuan. Something was obviously wrong.

The monk from the Lingyin Sect took out a healing pill and swallowed it. He took a deep breath and then slowly said:
“My two fellow Taoists may not know that my name is Wang Jingde. Today, I received an order from the elders of the sect and was ordered to go to Zipeng Mountain with a fellow sect member to contact the monks of Yuxiao Sect.

As soon as we arrived at Zipeng Mountain, we discovered a large number of Tianhai League cultivators nearby. We then learned that the Yuxiao Sect had suddenly defected to the enemy. Upon seeing this, the two of us hurriedly fled. Brother Ding unfortunately died in battle on the way, and I was lucky to escape here."

"What did you say? The people of Yuxiao Sect rebelled. What on earth is going on?"

If Song Yuanli and the others were still somewhat confused when they just learned about the situation, when they heard the news of Yuxiao Sect's rebellion, there was only shock on their faces!
The "Yuxiao Sect" that Wang Jingde mentioned was originally a Jindan sect of a small country south of Lu State. It was not very powerful and had always been a vassal of the Lingyin Sect.

Ever since the "Tianhai League" invaded the immortal world of the Floating Cloud Mountains to the north, the country where the "Yuxiao Sect" was located two hundred years ago had been conquered by the "Tianhai League". The cultivators of the "Yuxiao Sect", who had lost their own sacred mountain and land for survival, had no choice but to retreat to the territory of the Lu State.

In recent years, the monks of the "Yuxiao Sect" have been on the southern border of the State of Lu, helping the Lingyin Sect to resist the powerful "Tianhai League". They also want to regain the Lingshan territory they once lost all the time. The two sides can be said to have a relationship of sharing weal and woe.

Although the Lingyin Sect managed to withstand the pressure from the "Tianhai Alliance" on the front line, the Lingyin Sect was still at a clear disadvantage in terms of strength between the two sides. The front lines could only rely on the mountain protection formation for defense and were completely unable to counterattack.

At this time, the "Yuxiao Sect" suddenly rebelled and directly let the "Tianhai League" monks in from the side. This was bound to affect the situation on the entire front battlefield. Upon hearing the news, Song Yuanli and the others' faces changed drastically and they immediately felt the seriousness of the matter.

"Friend Wang, have you informed the frontline of this matter?"

"Don't worry, fellow Taoists. When the incident happened, I had already sent a sound transmission note to the sect. The sect should have known about this by now!"

"Fellow Daoist Song, according to what Fellow Daoist Wang said, the front may have been occupied by enemy cultivators. Should we continue to move forward now?" After Li Chengyue nodded slightly to Wang Jingde, he turned his gaze to Song Yuanli standing aside.

Being responsible for escorting the supplies to the front line on time is also an important task for these monks stationed in the rear market on the front battlefield. If there is no special circumstances and there is no delay, these foundation-building monks who are responsible for escorting will also be held responsible afterwards.

Li Chengyue was just a cultivator from the Foundation Establishment family under the command of the Song family. Naturally, it was not easy for him to make decisions for Song Yuanli on this matter, so he could only ask him directly.

Seeing this, Wang Jingde immediately said anxiously: "Now there are traitors from the Tianhai League and Yuxiao Sect ahead. I advise you two to retreat together quickly. If you go forward, you may directly run into the enemy's army of cultivators.

You two have saved my life, and I really don't want to see you go and die. Please trust me for once."

Seeing that the situation was so critical, Song Yuanli did not hesitate too much. He thought for a moment and immediately nodded in agreement: "Friend Li, quickly tell everyone to retreat. Let's go back to the market first. Friend Wang, I see that you are seriously injured, so you should come with us!"

"Okay, then I will retreat with the two fellow Taoists!" Upon hearing this, Wang Jingde bowed to Song Yuanli and the others with gratitude.

After the three returned to the convoy, they had just organized everyone to turn around and retreat less than a few miles when they saw several rays of light appear in the distant sky ahead, chasing straight towards the convoy.

Song Yuanli and the other two took a closer look and discovered that the Foundation Establishment cultivators from the "Tianhai League" who had just retreated had returned, and there were two more Foundation Establishment cultivators beside them, one of whom was a powerful cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage whose cultivation had reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.

Seeing this, Song Yuanli frowned immediately, and then shouted loudly to the many monks below: "There is an enemy attack, Changping quickly organize everyone to form a formation to repel the enemy!"

After hearing the order, the forty or so Qi Refining cultivators who were traveling with the convoy immediately took out their own magic weapons and formed a protective formation.

Among them were more than a dozen Qi-refining monks with higher cultivation bases, each holding a golden formation flag in their hands. After casting a spell, the formation flags in their hands immediately emitted golden light, which quickly gathered in the air to form a golden tiger whose power was no less than that of a Foundation Establishment monk.

This golden tiger was formed from a powerful second-grade lower formation, controlled by a dozen late-stage Qi Refining cultivators. It could compete with an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator for a short period of time.

The four members of the "Tianhai Alliance" came swiftly and were above the convoy in just a moment. Upon seeing this, Song Yuanli and the other two immediately flew up and intercepted three of the other party's Foundation Establishment cultivators in the air. The remaining one was blocked by the golden tiger controlled by the dozen Qi Refining cultivators.

The two sides soon started fighting each other, and soon the entire battlefield, sky and ground, was filled with the loud sounds of monks fighting.

Song Yuanli and Li Chengyue were facing opponents with cultivation levels similar to theirs. After fighting for dozens of rounds, although Song Yuanli was at a slight disadvantage, he was not at a huge disadvantage.

Wang Jingde's cultivation was only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, and he had been seriously injured in the previous battle. Now facing an opponent at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, he quickly fell into a disadvantage. Fortunately, there were more than a dozen Qi Refining cultivators around him to help him, so he barely avoided being defeated quickly.

In another battlefield, the "Tianhai League" monk who was at the third level of foundation building was fighting against the golden tiger summoned by the second-level formation. It seemed that both sides could not do anything to the other for a while.

However, as the battle dragged on, the pressure felt by the Qi Refining cultivators who were holding the formation flags and controlling the golden tigers was increasing.

Just when several battlefields were temporarily in a stalemate, several beams of light suddenly flew over from the horizon. They were all enemy monks wearing the clothes of "Tianhai League" monks.

Song Yuanli felt something was wrong when he saw the situation, and immediately sent orders to the many Qi Refining cultivators below to disperse and escape.

Afterwards, the three foundation-building monks in the sky each used their magical powers to quickly get rid of their opponents, directly dropped the supplies below, and each chose a direction to escape.

"Haha! Junior Brother Liu, don't worry about those Qi Refining cultivators for now. The good stuff must be on those Foundation Establishment cultivators. Let's not waste time here!"

Seeing that Song Yuanli and his companions wanted to escape, the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the "Tianhai League" in the sky ignored the defeated Qi Refining cultivators below who began to flee desperately and immediately followed the direction where Song Yuanli and his companions left.

After Song Yuanli escaped alone for more than ten miles, he looked back and saw that the eighth-level foundation-building cultivator from the "Tianhai League" who had just fought with him had quickly caught up with him. He immediately felt that the situation was not good.

Although this cultivator from the Tianhai League, who was in the late foundation-building stage, had a cultivation level that was not much different from his, the gourd-shaped flying magic weapon under his feet was quite sophisticated, and his speed of flight was obviously much faster than that of Song Yuanli.

Even though Song Yuanli had already used all his strength to activate the second-level inferior flying boat under his feet, he still couldn't easily get rid of the opponent for a while. (End of this chapter)