In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path-Chapter 1028

Chapter 1028: 411: Infuse Spirit!

As the command is uttered, with one shouted word, the group of cultivators is repelled, retreating 2 steps.

Chapter 1028: 411: Infuse Spirit!

As the command is uttered, with one shouted word, the group of cultivators is repelled, retreating 2 steps.

Hu Chunsheng’s complexion was pale, indicating that he had been injured and at a disadvantage during the recent clash, barely managing to flee back and save his life.

But now faced with the incessant pressure from the Yun Family uncle and nephew, facing the extinction of his clan and his own death seemed only a matter of time.

“Family Head, Family Head, let’s escape, let’s flee to the back mountain!

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With that mysterious senior there, we can at least avoid the annihilation of our clan and get through tonight, then we can scatter and flee.”

A trusted family member spoke with a sobbing tone, desperately urging.

Hu Chunsheng’s eyes rapidly changed as he clenched his teeth and resolutely said, “No!

That senior has not shown himself for three years, and his identity is unknown.

Once we anger him, our fate will definitely not be any better.”

Chen Dengming watched the fireworks for a long while, hearing the loud collapse of the formation and the thunderous cries of killing, shook his head, placed his hands behind his back, and leisurely walked to the courtyard, speaking towards the candle-lit room.

“Senior sister, let’s go.

If we have time next year when the peach blossoms bloom, we can come back here to stay.”

He Yingyu’s graceful and tall silhouette was projected on the window paper by the candlelight, moving gracefully, busy setting up a cleansing formation within the two thatched cottages.

“Junior brother, no rush, let me finish setting up the formation and tidy up.

When we come back here next time, it will still be spotless, our precious little home.”

Inside the room, He Yingyu, folding the bedding by hand and placing it in the cupboard, appeared gentle and quick-witted, then said.

“The war has stopped, but the outside is still fiercely fighting, junior brother, don’t you think we should remind them?

In case some short-sighted people bring the fight to our little home, burn our nest, that wouldn’t be good…”

Chen Dengming gave a faint smile and calmly said, “The formation I’ve set up has ‘The onlooker sees most of the game’ on the outside, and ‘Sprinkle Beans into Soldiers Array’ on the inside.

Unless cultivators of the same realm forcefully penetrate it, it is solid as gold soup.”

He Yingyu walked out of the thatched cottage with graceful steps, looking at the violently beautiful yet tragic battlefield to the south, which resembled fireworks.

One could imagine that beneath each ‘firework,’ someone might lose their life.

This was a blood-colored display of fireworks.

She frowned and said, “Too many people have died in the wars of the Four Regions, and those initiated by the Outer Realm Evil Cultivators.

Too many lives have been lost.

Sister Weimei rests here, and in less than three years, fighting has broken out again.

It truly disturbs the peace.”

Chen Dengming’s eyes flashed as he heard He Yingyu’s words, realizing she wanted to intervene and was unwilling to let the ongoing bloodshed and death disturb Xu Wei.

He originally didn’t want to interfere in the disputes between the Cultivation Families.

After all, this is an eternal dispute over resources and interests within the Cultivation World.

Whichever side he helps, it would only bolster that side and would not fundamentally change the nature of these conflicts over interests.

Even worse, the side he aids might engage in even more fierce expansion and strife, causing more deaths, and he would become one who abets tyranny.

But the last thing He Yingyu said struck a chord with him.

Indeed, these troublesome disputes had already disturbed the peace of Xu Wei, who was resting here, half a year ago.

“They indeed have disturbed the peace; then I shall dispel them a bit,” he said.

Chen Dengming’s gaze shifted toward the three Spirit Boats that had entered the Hu Family territory, his brows slightly furrowed, and he suddenly spoke out.

“Your recent squabbles have truly been annoying; leave all of you!

Do not come again!”

The moment this transmission of voice was sent out, it instantly transformed into a monumental Spiritual Might descending from the heavens.

The entire battlefield became oppressively quiet in an instant, and the expressions of all the Cultivators fighting on Luo Family Mountain dramatically changed.

Under this immense and terrifying pressure, all Qi Cultivators were terrified to the core, with their legs giving way and their spiritual energy seeming to leave their bodies.

This was clearly the reaction of the surrounding Spiritual Energy being drawn away by a higher-level cultivator.

The two Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Yun Family attacking Hu Chunsheng had their faces greatly change, their hearts pounding like drums, almost falling headfirst from the sky.

“Hm?”

Thousands of miles away, Yun Hua Feng, the False Core Great Cultivator ancestor of the Yun Family, abruptly opened his eyes from cultivation, uncertain and alarmed at the emergence of this imposing Spiritual Might.

Could it be that the Hu Family still had a Fengxing Sect’s great figure protecting them?

At this moment, the previously arrogant young Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Yun Family stabilized his figure, suppressing his fright.

“Junior Yun Peng of the Yun Family, my ancestor is the False Core Great Cultivator Yun Hua Feng, also a guest elder of the East Immortal Sea’s Yunyu Pavilion.

May I ask senior…”

The young Foundation Establishment Cultivator from the Yun Family raised his hand in salute towards the direction of the back mountain of Luo Family Mountain, presenting himself neither subservient nor overbearing.

“Scram!!”

Before Yun Peng could finish speaking, another divine thought was transmitted, and this time it was several times more powerful than before, even forming a divine thought storm that swept through.

The word ‘scram’ seemed to turn into a massive echo, booming and resounding in all directions.

Boom, boom, boom—

The entire Hu Family’s buildings trembled violently, doors, windows, walls, pillars, bricks and tiles…

all making terrifying sounds of alarm.

An overwhelming terror pressurized from all directions.

Under this pressure, the Spiritual Energy from all directions was depleted, and Yun Peng and other Cultivators felt as if their breath was stifled, and their bodies as though pricked by needles.

This overbearing pressure made them retreat uncontrollably, their Spirit Boats spinning away like runaway horses, seemingly fulfilling the order of the ‘scram’ word.

The two Foundation Establishment members of the Yun Family shook, spewing blood, their bodies being impacted by the booming sounds, retreating uncontrollably as if they would burst open if they lingered a moment longer.

Thousands of miles away, Yun Hua Feng, the False Core ancestor of the Yun Family, his complexion dramatically changing, startled, immediately made a hand seal and leapt up, flying away without hesitation, quickly distancing himself from the Hu Family.