The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

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The cold rain pattered incessantly, washing over everything between heaven and earth.

Inside the tent atop Pingyang Ridge, when Li Muyang finally held his beauty in his embrace.

Below Pingyang Ridge, the military formation of the Blood Lotus Sect was brimming with murderous intent.

The huge and burly demon beasts sneezed restlessly in the rain, loathing the cold water.

In the tent with its curtains wide open under the curtain of rain, Shen Yan, who sat beside the charcoal fire wrapped in a thick fur cloak, let out a gentle breath of cold air.

Her solid attire was quite at odds with everyone else in the tent.

Bare-chested, Xie Shanhai, the helmsman of Qingfeng Hall, sat at the entrance of the tent, wiping the blade in his hands while letting the icy droplets from outside fall on his robust abdominal muscles.

Inside the large tent, a messenger who had braved the heavy rain to come was reporting the latest intelligence to Shen Yan.

The Blood Lotus Sect had prepared for years for this uprising and trained over forty thousand demon beasts.

These demon beast cavalry, on land where cultivation was sealed, were nearly invincible and unmatched.

In the past ten days, the Refinement Demon Sect continuously gathered mortal troops and launched a few probing attacks, but every assault was scattered and broken by the demon beast cavalry of the Blood Lotus Sect.

All the passes and fortresses within a thousand and five hundred miles of Tianjiao City had fallen to the Blood Lotus Sect, coming under their control.

Now the Refinement Demon Sect had ceased its probing and was instead amassing troops at the edge of the cultivation-forbidden zone.

In the lands surrounding Tianjiao City within a radius of a thousand and five hundred miles, the Refinement Demon Sect had assembled six armies, planning to charge in from six different directions with the advantage of overwhelming numbers to engulf the demon beast cavalry of the Blood Lotus Sect.

After all, the Refinement Demon Sect was a major faction of the Demon Path, and once they mobilized, an endless stream of mortal warriors was dispatched here from cities everywhere, their staggering numbers causing furrowed brows.

Of the twelve elders of the Demon Sect initially trapped in Tianjiao City, only three were captured by the Blood Lotus Sect; the rest of the elders successfully escaped the area.

Gong Yanghong, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect who had been missing from the start, reappeared on the third day. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

However, capturing three elders of the Demon Sect was already a dazzling feat.

Below Pingyang Ridge, Shen Yan listened to the latest battle reports and said softly, "Next, we must fiercely wage several decisive battles…"

The Refinement Demon Sect had suffered a significant setback without warning and would not let the matter rest.

Having lost three elders, Gong Yanghong would certainly seek to regain face.

Next, the Blood Lotus Sect would face wave after wave of counterattacks from the Refinement Demon Sect.

"…The Sect Hierarch asks when you will return to Tianjiao City to take command," the messenger said.

"With a great battle imminent, the Sect Hierarch hopes you will not waste too much time on Pingyang Ridge."

Hearing the messenger’s words, Shen Yan fell into a brief silence.

Then she nodded and said, "Go back and tell the Sect Hierarch to give me two more days."

Looking up at the small hill directly opposite the entrance of the tent, Shen Yan sighed softly, "In two days, I will surely withdraw and return to Tianjiao City to take command." Discover stories with empire

In the past, the various branches of the Blood Lotus Sect were dispersed in different directions, and the sect’s rules were traditionally loose.

The helmsmen and incense masters of the branches had the opportunity to meet only once or twice a year, and their respective areas of activity were also far apart.

Different branches even had sharp ideological conflicts.

Although everyone adhered to the same beliefs, their understanding of the teachings varied.

In the past, being distant from each other allowed for a live-and-let-live approach, but now under the command of the new Sect Hierarch, they had to fight as one, and the helmsmen and devotees of the various branches were not quite used to it, leading to occasional minor conflicts.

With tensions high, the Sect Hierarch needed to resist the formidable enemy at the front lines, so the task of sitting in the center and coordinating the balance of power in Tianjiao City fell upon Shen Yan’s shoulders.

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Tianjiao City, where the Ancient Immortal Artifact, the Four Directions Cauldron, was located, was the core of the Blood Lotus Cult’s uprising.

The blood mist released by the Four Directions Cauldron was able to strip away the cultivation of everyone on this land. The cauldron also enhanced the combat power of the cult’s followers.

The Four Directions Cauldron and Tianjiao City needed someone to sit firmly in the center and keep watch.

Now, aside from the Sect Hierarch, the only person within the cult who was capable of holding this position was Shen Yan, the daughter of the former Sect Hierarch.

As the Military Order Token left in the pouring rain, Du Gufang, who was sitting by the entrance of the tent, spoke up.

"Two days’ time... Is that enough?"

The terrain on Pingyang Ridge was narrow, rendering the demon beast cavalry ineffective. They could only rely on the flesh and blood of the Blood Lotus Cult followers to squeeze forward.

However, in such a terrain, that Refinement Demon Sect disciple, holding a Spiritual Artifact, stood before the mountain as one man guarding a pass.

In the past two days, the cult’s assaults grew more ferocious with each attempt, yet they could never breach the enemy’s defense.

Even with the continuously increasing offers to surrender, they couldn’t sway the man’s resolve.

It was quite incongruous for a staunch loyalist to emerge from a Demon Sect where interests were paramount, but by now, everyone had to accept that the man on Pingyang Ridge was utterly loyal to the Refinement Demon Sect.

If it weren’t for staunch loyalty, would a mere Inner Sect disciple in a white robe remain unmoved by the dangerous situation at hand and the broad prospects after surrendering?

Du Gufang shook his head, "Two days’ time, I fear it won’t be enough to break through that defense line."

Du Gufang didn’t look favorably upon Shen Yan’s decision.

But Shen Yan sighed and said, "These two days are my last attempt as well as that man’s last chance..."

Looking at the small hill in the torrential rain, Shen Yan said softly, "Martial God Domineering Body... If such a physique could be utilized by our sect, it would become a formidable force for the Blood Lotus Cult. I want to try my best to win him over."

"And if he surrenders, there’s a chance we can save the two incense masters who were captured."

"But if he persists in not surrendering..."

Shen Yan sighed, "Xie Shanhai, the master of the helm, is now just sixty miles away. If I return to Tianjiao City two days later, I shall invite him to launch a fierce attack on this place."

"If we can’t utilize the Martial God Domineering Body, we absolutely cannot let it fall into the hands of others!"

Du Gufang furrowed his brow slightly upon hearing Shen Yan’s words.

"Xie Shanhai, huh..."

If that mad dog is called over, then the person on the mountain is as good as dead.

Du Gufang grinned, laughing, "I suddenly hope the guy on the mountain sticks to his guns. If that mad dog Xie Shanhai comes after two days and they clash head-on, I wonder whose teeth will get knocked out... Haha..."

The laughter of Du Gufang carried far in the torrential rain, while the followers of the Blood Lotus Cult down below wiped their blades and began to assemble their troops.

Atop Pingyang Ridge, surrounded by continuous military camps, there was a deathly stillness.

The cultivators of the Refinement Demon Sect were hiding in crudely built temporary camps to avoid the rain, applying medicinal ointment to each other and recuperating their strength.

On every cultivator’s face was a desolate and wooden weariness.

The continuous fighting had pushed the nerves of these more than two hundred people to the limit.

No one knew when the last strand of tension would snap.

But until death arrived, the cultivators on the ridge had no choice but to keep pushing on, and no one dared to relax or give up.

To survive is the basic instinct of all living beings.