Chapter 2871: A Hundred Years, The Call to Arms Arrives

A century passed, as spring turned to autumn.

Qinglian Peak, on Qinglian Island.

Wang Ruyan sat in a blue stone pavilion, listening to Wang Moshan's report.

“Ancestor, this is the intelligence Chuanming gathered, detailing the well-known human and alien cultivators.”

Wang Moshan retrieved a cyan jade slip and presented it to Wang Ruyan.

The Wang family had not yet joined the war. Besides dispatching people to gather immortal cultivation resources, they also sent out scouts to collect intelligence and obtain firsthand information. Wang Chuanming personally led a team to the front lines to gather intelligence, ensuring a continuous flow of reports back home.

Wang Ruyan scanned the jade slip with her divine sense and nodded. Besides the long-established Integration cultivators, a new group of human masters had emerged prominently in this war. The most formidable among them were Song Yunlong, Gongsun Yang, True Monarch Jinhu, Venerable Wandu, Guo Yulin, Liao Zhongyan, Li Yuqing, Leng Yue, True Monarch Wuyan, True Monarch Xuedao, and Venerable Tianji.

Leng Yue, a newly ascended Integration cultivator from the Cold Flame Sect, fought two opponents single-handedly and severely wounded an alien Integration cultivator. True Monarch Wuyan, a new Integration cultivator from the Nine Flame Gate, was adept at fire manipulation techniques and annihilated the physical body of another alien Integration cultivator.

The most formidable were Gongsun Yang and True Monarch Xuedao, both of whom had slain an alien Integration cultivator. Gongsun Yang was a top-priority talent for the Myriad Spirit Sect, possessing numerous treasures and powerful cultivation techniques, so his extraordinary abilities were not unexpected. True Monarch Xuedao, however, had been relatively unknown before this conflict but rose to fame across the region after this battle.

True Monarch Xuedao, fighting two foes, slew one powerful enemy and critically wounded another, significantly boosting his reputation.

Song Yunlong also gained renown by severely injuring an alien Integration cultivator and destroying another's physical body.

Venerable Tianji utilized a powerful treasure to gravely wound two alien Integration cultivators.

Numerous masters also emerged from the Lizard Race, notably Jinluo, Qianran, Yuangang, and Zhuyan. Yuangang, in particular, whose true form was a seventh-tier Golden Thunder Ape, was not only adept at lightning techniques but also possessed an incredibly powerful physique. He fought three opponents simultaneously, slaying one and critically wounding two Integration cultivators, thus achieving fame in a single battle.

Qianran, whose true form was a seventh-tier Forest Anaconda, excelled in earth-element divine abilities and had severely injured an Integration-stage Orc. Zhuyan, a seventh-tier Seven-colored Blazing Spider in her true form, was skilled in both poison arts and fire-element Taoist techniques and had killed an Integration-stage member of the Fiery Spirit Race.

Aside from Jinluo, who was from the Lizard Race, the other three were not. This indicated the Lizard Race's decline, as they clearly needed outsiders to maintain their prestige.

“Chuanming did well. He won’t be joining the fight, will he?”

Wang Ruyan asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

“Probably not. He wouldn’t be eager to join the fray voluntarily. However, if he were conscripted, it would be a different matter.”

Wang Moshan said with a hint of uncertainty. The situation on the front lines was volatile. The war had raged for over sixty years, with the Fiery Spirit Race, Yaksha Race, and Human Race allied in a genocidal campaign against the Lizard Race. They advanced steadily, seizing territory and immortal cultivation resources, but the Lizard Race's resistance was fierce.

All four races suffered considerable casualties, with their affiliated races enduring even heavier losses. The Lizard Race fared the worst.

Of the twenty-five affiliated races of the Lizard Race, eleven had already been annihilated, and four had surrendered. The remaining ten affiliated races varied in strength; some powerful ones boasted eight Integration cultivators, while weaker ones had at least one. The Lizard Race had dispatched supervisors to the front lines and sent the descendants of these affiliated leaders to the Heavenly Lizard Mountains, threatening to execute them if their parent races dared to betray.

Initially, the fighting was intense, incurring heavy casualties. However, as time progressed and vast territories and immortal cultivation resources were secured, the pace of the advance slowed, and casualties also diminished.

Given the volatile nature of the front lines, if the war intensified, Wang Chuanming might indeed be reassigned to active combat.

Wang Ruyan nodded, about to speak, when Wang Moshan retrieved a pale cyan magical disk. He cast a spell into it, and his expression immediately darkened.

“Ancestor, Sun Feng from the Xuanqing Sect is here, claiming to be distributing conscription orders.”

Wang Moshan's expression turned solemn; this day had, after all, arrived.

“Please invite him in and escort him to the reception hall.”

Wang Ruyan instructed.

Wang Moshan acknowledged her command, rose, and departed.

Wang Ruyan proceeded to the reception hall and waited quietly.

A short while later, Sun Feng entered, his expression grave.

“Junior Sun Feng greets Senior Wang.”

Sun Feng bowed respectfully.

“No need for formalities, young friend Sun. Please speak plainly.”

Wang Ruyan spoke amiably. She knew Sun Feng had caused trouble for Wang Qingshan in the past, but since he hailed from the Xuanqing Sect, Wang Ruyan could not openly intercede on Wang Qingshan's behalf.

“Senior Wang, I am here on orders from my Martial Uncle, the Sect Master, to issue a conscription order to your Wang family. You are required to dispatch at least one Integration cultivator, forty Void Refinement cultivators, and six hundred Spirit Transformation cultivators to the front lines, with a five-year deadline for their arrival.”

Sun Feng spoke cautiously, knowing the front lines were brutal and casualties severe.

“What? So many?”

Wang Ruyan frowned; this demand would deplete a significant portion of the Wang family's elite forces.

“My Martial Uncle, the Sect Master, stated that if both the Qinglian Immortal Couple were to personally intervene, only twenty-five Void Refinement cultivators and four hundred Spirit Transformation cultivators would be required. This is not intended to make things difficult for the Wang family; the war is simply too intense. The ancestors of the Xu, Xu, and Mai families have all been slain, and over a dozen immortal cultivation families have been crippled. Our Xuanqing Sect alone has lost two Integration cultivators, the Divine Weapon Sect also suffered two Integration cultivator casualties, and the Seven Star Sect, Cold Flame Sect, and Nine Flame Sect each lost one Integration cultivator.”

Sun Feng hastily explained, his expression grave.

Zhenhai Palace dispatched Lin Tianlong, Lin Youxin, and Song Yuchan to lead the expedition. Lin Tianlong alone had slain two alien Integration cultivators and severely wounded three others.

The Xuanqing Sect had sustained considerable losses, primarily because it was expected to assume a leadership role. Whenever combat commenced, Xuanqing Sect cultivators were obliged to participate to maintain their authority and garner support.

The Myriad Spirit Sect incurred the fewest losses, with one Integration cultivator gravely wounded and two seventh-tier spirit beasts deceased.

“We accept the conscription order. We will arrive at the front lines on time!”

A resonant male voice rang out.

Just as the words faded, Wang Changsheng entered, his expression solemn.

Sun Feng promptly bowed with a respectful expression, presenting a square, shimmering cyan token to Wang Changsheng with both hands.

Wang Changsheng accepted the square token and dismissed Sun Feng.

“It seems we’ll have to go ourselves, otherwise, most of our clan’s elites will be conscripted.”

Wang Changsheng stated grimly. With Liu Qingfeng stationed at Tianhai Market and the seventh-tier grand formation in place, they could withstand an attack from even the Golden Scale Race until Liu Qingfeng arrived.

“Senior Sister Chen and the others haven’t shown themselves. Could she be attempting to break through to the Mahayana stage?”

Wang Ruyan mused.

Wang Qingcheng and Sun Yuejiao visited Floating Cloud Island as guests, intending to call upon Zhao Yunxiao, Qin Tianxue, Xiao Wentian, and Chen Yueying, but found no one available. Their disciples claimed they were away on urgent business.

It was peculiar that none of the Integration cultivators from the Ascended faction had participated in this major war. Were the native factions truly that accommodating?

Chen Yueying being away on business was understandable, but for Xiao Wentian and the other two to also be absent for the same reason was truly baffling.

Unless Chen Yueying was attempting her breakthrough to the Mahayana stage, and Xiao Wentian and the other two were serving as her protectors.