Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8591 8591: The battle_1

Seated within his chamber, Yu Qing reflected deeply. Uncertain about the progression of events, he nonetheless remained exceedingly cautious. He understood perfectly that once his true identity surfaced, not merely individuals like Jing Changtian would pursue him, but an entire faction—the Yin Yang Sect—would crave his death as well.

The Yu Clan had once stood as a renowned powerhouse in the Yin Yang Sect. Yet, it faced total annihilation without justification, and the incident lingered unresolved. Such a circumstance screamed foul play. Countless beneficiaries emerged from the Yu Clan's downfall, though none profited more than the Tang Clan.

Now, with the Tang Clan eradicated too, evidence might be absent and Yu Qing incapable of the deed regardless, his mere survival posed an enormous peril to those behind the Yu Clan's massacre. Precisely for this reason, they yearned to eliminate him.

Killing someone offered myriad methods. Unable to strike openly, foes could lurk in shadows. Thus, Yu Qing exercised utmost vigilance. Even knowing hordes of powerhouses guarded the faithful slave space beneath, he dared not slacken—his very life hung in the balance.

As such, Yu Qing devoted vast hours daily to cultivation. With the island sealed off, idleness reigned. Beyond training, little occupied him. The barrier kept island disciples confined, slashing bird-related duties and freeing even more time for his practice.

While Yu Qing meditated, a blaring alarm shattered the silence. Startled, he leaped to his feet and dashed outdoors. Upon arrival, he spotted a formidable cultivator force assaulting the island's barrier. This vast army numbered around ten thousand, brimming with might, including roughly a hundred at Island Lord level—their prowess unmatched.

The island barrier teetered on collapse. Yu Qing's face darkened at the sight. He bellowed at once, “Uncle Yi, retreat immediately.” Without further words, he rushed to the island's teleportation array, set to flee to Ghost Bone Island. Safety awaited there, regardless of attackers, for it belonged to his master.

“Yes,” Yi Shu acknowledged. Suddenly, a thunderous blast echoed—the barrier shattered, unleashing myriad cultivators onto the island. Yu Qing realized escape was impossible; enemies had already breached.

Suddenly, a voice sounded near Yu Qing: “Interesting. The Yin Yang Sect, no less. They truly intend to finish you.” Calm and steady, it soothed Yu Qing's racing heart. He recognized Zhao Hai's tone.

Turning, Yu Qing beheld Zhao Hai in black robes beside him, flanked by legions of black-clad cultivators radiating lethal aura. Their gazes locked on the invaders, battle-ready.

Yu Qing bowed promptly to Zhao Hai. “My Lord, why have you come in person?” He hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai's direct involvement, assuming Cheng Wanchun would handle affairs.

Zhao Hai chuckled. “I've been idle lately. Sensing intruders here, I came to check. Wan Chun, wipe out those invaders. Oh, and clear the island's disciples—spare only our own and Yu Qing's servants; slay the rest.”

Cheng Wanchun, positioned behind Zhao Hai, assented instantly. He gestured, sending his followers charging forth, unleashing Dharma artifacts. Beside him materialized two massive yellow tigers, copper-like yet vividly real, roaring skyward like living beasts.

Cheng Wanchun directed them ahead; his comrades followed suit, weapons morphing into diverse beasts that lunged at foes.

These beasts moved with nimble ferocity and immense power. Enemy celestial devices struck futilely, inflicting no harm. Yet a mere brush from the beasts snapped bones and tore sinews.

Nearly a hundred Island Lord experts opposed them from the Yin Yang Sect. Zhao Hai's side matched in numbers. The elite clash erupted fiercely, though overall, Yin Yang Sect forces lagged, their power inferior.

Cheng Wanchun faced a fifties-looking cultivator wielding a fan adorned with near-hundred court lady portraits. Youthful despite age, clad in scholarly robes with folding fan, he exuded unique elegance.

As he fanned, the ladies animated, leaping from the fan to assail Cheng Wanchun. Flower-like beauties, now freer, giggled while charging.

Unsure of their assault methods, Cheng Wanchun refused proximity. He recalled the copper tigers, which roared thunderously, transforming into paperweights orbiting him amid white glows and tiger cries.

The ladies recoiled fearfully from the weights. Then, they danced, shedding garments till nude, murmuring seductively to inflame weaker wills.

Cheng Wanchun stood firm. Channeling all Qi into the weights, he made them quake and revert to tigers, whose roars blanched the ladies, lightening their forms—injuring the ethereal beings.

The scholar-cultivator's face twitched. His self-forged fan, potent though not life-bound, faltered. He knew the tigers' roars had wounded his summoned ladies.

These were his cauldrons: selected, nurtured, slain at peak, their blood essence and souls painted onto the fan for eternal torment and use as weapons.

Crafting it demanded over a hundred such sacrifices, meticulously trained. Now mighty Yin souls, yet tigers' roars had harmed them unexpectedly.

The scholar harrumphed, infusing dharmic power into fan and ladies. They solidified, spun into skeletal horrors, and pounced anew.

Cheng Wanchun snorted coldly, hands flashing. Weights ignited red, swelling to over six meters, crossing to pulverize bones. Simultaneously, the scholar's fan fractured; mind-wounded, he vomited blood.

One weight then swept at him. Alarmed, the scholar dodged, summoning a bizarre wooden four-panel screen that intercepted the blow.

Yet the impact cracked the screens, dooming them soon. Then, a tiger roar erupted behind; whirling, he faced a bronze tiger's maw clamping his neck. His scream cut short as decapitation felled him.

Cheng Wanchun's duel mirrored the broader fray. Yin Yang Sect disciples, blindsided by Yu Qing's isle's hidden experts and weapon refinement cultivators' novel tactics, faltered against myriad assaults, perishing gruesomely.