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

The torrential rain washed over Pingyang Ridge, where the disciples of the Refinement Demon Sect, exhausted and injured, took refuge from the storm in their crude and tattered tents.

When the dull pounding of attack drums sounded once more from the mountain base, all the Demon Cultivators burst into angry, tired cursing.

"Damn Blood Lotus Sect! Won’t they let us rest!"

"Just after a hundred died, they come again... Are these lunatics even afraid of death?"

"If it weren’t for my mana being sapped, I alone could have wiped out these mortals!"

The irritable cursing continued, but the Demon Cultivators could only grumble as they stood up.

One by one, the injured cultivators of the Demon Sect rose to their feet, forced to meet the enemy.

And the towering figure leading them, with an injured left shoulder and draped in a tattered, blood-stained white robe, was just a lowly Inner Sect disciple.

In terms of rank and power, there were not a few among the cultivators present who were stronger than him.

But at that moment, this Inner Sect disciple had become the hope of all the Demon Sect cultivators on Pingyang Ridge. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

When he emerged from the Elder’s tent, appearing spirited in front of everyone, a cheer suddenly erupted on the ridge.

"Li Muyang!"

"Li Muyang!"

"Li Muyang!"

No one knew who started shouting first.

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But soon, the shouting echoed across Pingyang Ridge, with all the Demon Sect cultivators yelling and roaring his name.

It seemed as if the name could bring them courage.

In the back of the crowd, Yan Xiaoru watched this scene, slightly surprised.

"This kid..."

Had he already commanded such high respect?

After ten days of fierce fighting, the once insignificant Inner Sect disciple Li Muyang had now gained such stature in the hearts of these Demon Cultivators.

Watching the cheering and shouting on the ridge, Yan Xiaoru sighed softly, her expression complex.

Standing in the rain, watching the imposing young man moving forward surrounded by the crowd, Yan Xiaoru’s vision blurred for some reason.

In that moment, she seemed to be back to that snowy night many years ago.

The scene was similar, in the blizzard, her father, surrounded by people, went and never returned...

...

The torrential rain cleansed everything upon this land.

On the rugged terrain of Pingyang Ridge, with the followers of the Blood Lotus Sect surging up, blood and the flash of blades exploded across the hills once more.

Resounding screams and roars turned into a melee of clashing swords.

Below Pingyang Ridge, the continuous military camps formed a twisted ring, encircling the entire ridge.

Unit after unit of Blood Lotus Sect warriors, each wearing a red bandana and clad in armor, stood neatly lined up at the foot of the mountain, awaiting the military signal.

Once the men above retreated, they would immediately charge upward.

Miss Shen had already issued the order, to attack from morning until night, one troop after another relentlessly assaulting the small hill until they captured it.

No more breathing time for the Demon Cultivators atop the mountain.

Over the next two days, this small hill would transform into a bloody battlefield.

The raging roars of the Blood Lotus Sect followers, along with the earth-shaking shouts from the cultivators on the ridge, caused the trees on this small hill to tremble violently.

A dark-green bird flew in from afar, undaunted by the fierce wind and rain of this world, it spiraled up and down freely in the storm.

It fluttered its wings, flew across the wilderness, and arrived above Pingyang Hill, its bright eyes reflecting the grizzly scenes of massacre sprawled across the mountains.

The bird seemed curious, circling this small hill several times, yet it could never find a quiet spot to land.

The carnage on the halfway up the hill became even more intense, blood and severed limbs flying everywhere.

A burly youth with an injured left shoulder, his body covered in blood, roared madly as he fought off another wave of enemy attacks.

At the foot of the hill, the sound of drums rose densely.

Neatly arranged reinforcements marched up towards the tattered, beggar-like figures on the mountains as their allies retreated to rest.

The burly youth standing among the corpses, his eyes bloodshot, tore off the bandage on his left shoulder and roared furiously at the enemies surging up from below.

"Come on!"

"I’ll keep killing until none of you can take my place!"

The bird in the sky seemed to be frightened by this roar, panicked and flew away, no longer circling.

It passed over the hill reverberating with shouts of killing, flew beyond the camps at the base of the hill, and headed towards the vast wilderness and plains ahead.

On the bustling trade roads of days gone by, now desolate and empty.

The bird weaved through the rain, and on these broad trade roads, now only the urgent clopping of hooves resounded, occasionally a group of fierce burly demon beasts ridden by people in red scarves dashed across the wilderness.

The bird continued forward, all the cities within its sight bearing a somber air, their gates firmly shut, red lotus flags standing on the city walls.

Moving further ahead, several interconnected camps spread across this vast land.

Figures in red scarves and armor moved between these enormous mushroom-like camps.

Within the camps, tall and burly demon beasts roared and prowled.

The bird steered clear of these camps and continued onward.

Finally, it flew out of this land washed by torrential rain and returned under the sunlight.

Ahead on the broad land, commands and footsteps thundered.

The countless figures almost filled the land, the dark flags of the Refinement Demon Sect fluttering within the black tide, stretching to the horizon.

In the sky, huge flying boats flew past.

There were also brilliant trails of Escaping Light, shuttling between heaven and earth.

Cultivators in white robes flew under the fierce sun, commanding their assigned human troops.

Facing the endless army ahead, the dark green bird, having emerged from the rainstorm, did not avoid it this time but instead flew towards the sea of people spreading to the sky.

It shuttled between those dazzling Escaping Lights.

Eventually, the dark green bird passed over the crowd marching on land and arrived atop a colossal floating boat resembling a mountain.

On the massive floating boat, only a sparsely scattered few dozen figures were visible, giving it a somewhat desolate appearance.

The dark green bird landed directly on the deck, shaking its feathers, transforming into a bronze statue.

Once transformed into the statue, its eyes emitted brilliant green light.

These lights converged above the deck, finally forming a three-zhang-tall light screen that continuously shifted with images of all the scenes the bird had previously seen.

The Elders of the Refinement Demon Sect, and the allies and City Lords who had come to support upon being summoned, all stood before this massive screen, looking up at the transitioning scenes.

On the screen, they saw the strictly-defined military presence in the forbidden zone where all mana and cultivation were sealed, amassed by the Blood Lotus Sect.

They also saw city after city steeped in solemn atmosphere, all fallen into the hands of the Blood Lotus Sect.

They also saw on the small Pingyang Hill, a horrific youth on the mountains who seemed mad, single-handedly repelling tens of thousands of troops.

Among the crowd, surprised exclamations arose.

"...a white-robed Disciple of the Demon Sect, possessing such bravery?"