The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1342: Layout of Three Islands

Long Fei moved around the battlefield, healing the wounded and ordering a tally of the casualties.

The Yin Yang Sect disciples suffered severe losses as well. Out of the over a hundred elite disciples who had arrived earlier, more than thirty were killed.

A group of female cultivators had pale faces, with no mood to discuss any skin problems now.

Their bodies were stained with blood, and some were poisoned, surviving only by taking Detoxification Pills.

This battle exposed many issues.

Long Fei pondered, feeling it was necessary to make immediate improvements.

Otherwise, if the real Demon Race emerged, they would undoubtedly perish.

After nightfall, everyone gathered at the original Martial Arts Field.

A bonfire was lit, and though everyone looked disheveled, their morale was undiminished.

Yu Kun supported Yu Huacheng to sit down, and with reddened eyes, clasped his fists at Long Fei, saying, "Sect Hierarch, this matter on Yingzhou Island was entirely due to your help. I can never repay you, but from now on, I am willing to follow you through life and death!"

He fell to his knees with a thud, the ground cracking under the weight of his seven-foot frame.

The disciples who had left Yingzhou Island before also knelt and shouted at Long Fei emphatically, "Life and death together!"

"Since the day you joined the Yin Yang Sect, we are all family, no need for such formalities."

Long Fei raised his hand, helping Yu Kun up, and instructed all the cultivators on Yingzhou Island to stand.

He looked around solemnly and said, "However, we must learn from this experience and never let our brothers’ and sisters’ blood be shed in vain. This battle is only the first we face against the revival of the Demon Race, and more battles are yet to come. None of us feared this fight; we fought the Demon Race to the end. I believe that in the future battlefield, everyone here will become the most steadfast, most courageous warriors against the demons. We must not only defend Yingzhou Island but also resist the Demon Race and protect our shared homeland. Soon, wherever the Demon Race wreaks havoc, that will be our battlefield. I ask all of you, are you confident in fighting the Demon Race to the death?"

The scene was solemn as Chu Feng led the call, "Kill the demons, defend the homeland!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

In an instant, the cries of battle resounded like thunder, shaking the skies.

Long Fei nodded with satisfaction. After letting everyone settle down, he took dragon meat from his Storage Ring and distributed it, encouraging everyone to roast and eat it.

The demonic nature in the dragon meat had been thoroughly refined by Long Fei, leaving only nourishing substances.

The disciples were greatly depleted in strength, and eating some dragon meat quickly revitalized them.

Long Fei had the heads of the Yin Yang Sect sit around him and discussed the issues revealed in this battle.

The first was poor communication. Yingzhou Island was attacked by the Demon Race overnight, yet no one received any news.

The second was improper organization. After everyone arrived, the group was scattered and entirely unorganized and undisciplined.

When resisting the Demon Race, they still relied on the old formations.

Without a sense of hierarchy, the same-generation cultivators were leaderless, resembling sand scattered on the battlefield.

The third issue was tactics. This is the era of technological civilization, after all.

People were still clinging to old combat methods, competing in cultivation levels and magical treasures against the Demon Race.

The magical treasures weren’t efficient, and despite technology’s clear advantage, they didn’t know how to use it.

The Demon Race knew to deploy five or six ships, yet the Human Race didn’t even think to use modern thermal weapons.

Even though the demonizers were tough-skinned, Long Fei believed that anti-tank missiles could still blow them up.

He had seen such research at that Scientific Research Institute 749.

Mu Qingzhu, who was the executive elder responsible for the operations of the Yin Yang Sect in the Secret Realm, also felt these three issues deeply.

He took a sip of wine and said to Long Fei, "Sect Hierarch, we are actually addressing these issues, but they just haven’t been fully implemented. The Mo Family disciples have now developed the first generation of defensive mecha, and although they are still clumsy, they are being constantly improved.

To solve the communication issue, I suggest setting up teleporation formations at each stronghold, and equipping each disciple with the latest high-precision location and communication devices. That way, when the Demon Race appears anywhere, we can immediately gather all forces to eliminate them.

Regarding the organizational issue, I’ll implement changes immediately after I return. Our disciples have always been equals; perhaps we should keep using the old organizational structure of the Yin Yang Sect. I propose establishing a suitable hierarchy, for instance, using insignias on uniforms according to military rank.

New disciples would start as one-star, advancing gradually based on merit, with nine-star disciples at the top. Above them are nine-star mentors, then nine-star masters, and above masters are nine-star elders. This way, there’s effective leadership on the battlefield."

"Agreed!"

"Good idea!"

"I agree too!"

"..."

The group of disciples nodded repeatedly, even Hua Qianmo expressed admiration, agreeing.

Long Fei agreed and let Mu Qingzhu carry it out.

He discussed with Yu Kun and other experienced cultivators, and considering the current situation, decided to have these disciples stay on and rebuild Yingzhou Island.

They would not only take root on Yingzhou Island but also utilize Penglai Island and Fangzhang Island.

With these Three Islands overseas as the cultivation base, they would train disciples.

Then, no matter where in the world the Demon Race appeared, they could join forces to resist the enemy immediately.

Long Fei entrusted all these tasks to Mu Qingzhu.

The Secret Realm would provide resources for cultivation, and once the world calms down, he would then worry about the Secret Realm affairs.

He took out the magical treasures he had, summoned the disciples, and distributed them.

During his time at Tianzhu Mountain, he obtained many high-grade magical treasures, some at Human Immortal-level.

He gave the forty-nine Copper Coconut Divine Wood Swords to Hua Qianmo, as this Vice Sect Hierarch had still not obtained a top-grade magical treasure.

This sword was a Human Immortal magical treasure, made from Copper Coconut Wood.

Hua Qianmo possessed the Wood Spirit Body, perfectly suitable for this sword.

The other disciples gazed enviously at the forty-nine long swords, murmuring with admiration.

Hua Qianmo thanked him with a fist salute, breaking into a rare iceberg-like smile.

Long Fei called Yu Kun over and presented him with the White Crane Feather Sword, snatched earlier from Mount Mao Ancestor, White Crane Daoist.

This sword was similarly refined from Immortal Crane feathers, and at the Human Immortal level, one strike resembles a snowstorm, quite extraordinary.

Yu Kun cultivated the method of refining feathers and avian bloodlines, following the same path as Wang Jie.

This White Crane Feather Sword suited him perfectly.

Fat Wang anxiously called out, "Brother-in-law, shouldn’t we update our gear too?"

He glanced around, and among all the senior and junior sisters, brothers, none had worse magical weapons than he and Lu Buping did.

They were still using spiritual artifacts. Earlier, one hammer strike from Fat Wang had caused a piece of his weapon to be shattered by a demon monster.

Long Fei smiled at him and called them all forward.

He had prepared in advance, summoning several longswords from his Storage Ring and lining them up in front of him.

The blades gleamed with Five-Colored Divine Light, dazzling in the night sky, drawing everyone’s attention.

Compared with various weapons, everyone favored swords the most.

A cultivator wielding an axe would harm the immortal aura’s elegance. How would you greet fellow cultivators then?

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