Chapter 527: Attack the Island

Wei State, Red Leaf Ridge.

In the basement, Ye Lin was explaining formation knowledge to Wang Changyue.

Every night, Wang Changyue would teleport to Red Leaf Ridge to listen to Ye Lin impart knowledge about formations.

Ye Lin was proficient in the art of formations. After more than a year of interaction, Wang Changyue greatly admired Ye Lin.

"Senior Ye, since you're so powerful, why did you end up in the Eastern Wilderness? Is Shangguan Wei very strong?" Wang Changyue asked curiously.

"She somehow acquired a Nine Nether Sparrow and cultivated it to the fourth rank. The Nine Nether Sparrow is ranked twenty-fifth on the Heavenly and Earthly Rare Birds List. A fourth-rank Nine Nether Sparrow is no match for even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. The grand formation my father set up couldn't trap her. If my father hadn't self-detonated, I wouldn't have escaped." As he finished speaking, a look of grief and indignation appeared on Ye Lin's face.

"You don't need to be too sad. Villains always get their just deserts. Shangguan Wei is so wicked; she definitely won't come to a good end." Wang Changyue comforted him.

Ye Lin chuckled, saying with a half-smile, "You believe everything I say? Aren't you afraid I'm lying to you?"

"I didn't say I believed you; I was just comforting you. By the way, you mentioned last time that cultivating spirit fruit trees with formations makes the fruits sweeter. Is that true?"

Ye Lin smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Let me tell you, I have a spirit herb mountain at the Nine Nether Sect. The entire mountain is dedicated to growing spirit herbs and fruits. There are five or six hundred second-rank spirit fruit trees alone, such as Crimson Moon Grapes, Fire Pulp Berries..."

Hearing Ye Lin describe the food, Wang Changyue's eyes widened, listening with great interest.

Half an hour later, Ye Lin finally stopped talking.

"Alright, time's almost up. I'll come back tomorrow to ask you more about formations." After Wang Changyue finished speaking, she took out a green fruit, wiped it on her clothes, and took a bite. A satisfied smile appeared on her chubby cheeks.

She walked onto the teleportation array, waved to Ye Lin, and cast a spell on the formation. A patch of white light flared up, engulfing her body.

"This girl is quite cute," Ye Lin said to himself with a faint smile.

The Yan State bordered the Qin State and was controlled by the Myriad Ghosts Valley, one of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, and home to four immortal cultivation sects.

Soaring Swallow Island was a lake island with a medium-sized Jīn Lǎng Stone mine that had been exploited for over a hundred years. Soaring Swallow Island belonged to the Blood Fiend Sect.

Jīn Lǎng Stone was a second-rank refining material often used in crafting offensive magic tools. Flying swords and flying daggers imbued with Jīn Lǎng Stone could increase the power of the tools.

Jiang Kun, with an eighth-level Foundation Establishment cultivation, was the person in charge of Soaring Swallow Island.

He was cultivating in his residence when a huge roar sounded, shaking the ground.

Soon, alarms blared loudly.

Jiang Kun rushed out of his residence, looked up at the sky, and saw a white cloud mass dozens of *zhang* wide. Various spells, such as crimson fireballs, ice cones, and giant yellow boulders, continuously flew out from the white cloud, smashing towards Soaring Swallow Island.

Besides the spells, dozens of gleaming magic tools also struck the formation protecting Soaring Swallow Island.

Two enormous golden giant eagles circled overhead. Their metallic luster clearly indicated they were puppet beasts.

Soaring Swallow Island had fifteen Foundation Establishment cultivators and a grand island protection formation.

No matter how strong the formation's defense, it couldn't withstand continuous enemy attacks.

It seemed the enemy had at least thirty people.

The six states attacking Qin was no secret; the immortal cultivators of Yan State had long heard rumors, but they didn't expect the righteous cultivators to arrive so quickly.

Jiang Kun naturally wouldn't flee without a fight. He had to engage in at least a few exchanges to have something to report back.

"Follow me to face the enemy, quickly!" Jiang Kun instructed his companions, then took out a blood-red talisman with a blood-red skull pattern drawn on it—it was a talisman treasure.

The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect quickly summoned their magic tools to prevent the yellow seal from landing, and various spiritual lights intertwined.

Wang Changsheng stood silently atop the white cloud, while Wang Qingshan and others cast spells to attack the island below.

According to Chen Yuhua's deployment, the six states divided their forces into three routes, with two states attacking one. Wei State and Han State jointly attacked Yan State. Other Core Formation cultivators were sent to attack large market cities, while Wang Changsheng led Wang Qingshan and over thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators, roaming around.

Having recently conquered an immortal cultivation family, Wang Changsheng learned that Soaring Swallow Island had a medium-sized Jīn Lǎng Stone mine, so he brought his people there.

Wang Changsheng naturally wouldn't intervene in this level of battle; he was specifically training Wang Qingjing and others.

Soaring Swallow Island was enveloped in a large expanse of white mist, making it impossible to see clearly inside, while the cultivators within the formation could clearly see the movements of Wang Qingshan and his group.

Wang Qingshan didn't want to delay too long, to avoid unforeseen complications.

He shook his shoulders, and nine green flying swords flew out from his sword scabbard, emitting a cold gleam.

The nine green flying swords quickly gathered, forming a green disc.

A loud "whoosh" sound filled the air as countless green sword qi flew out, overwhelming Soaring Swallow Island below.

Zhao Zheng cast a spell, and the yellow seal glowed brightly, rapidly smashing downwards.

Wang Qingjing changed her spell, and the two golden giant eagles simultaneously opened their mouths, each spraying a thick golden beam of light.

Wang Qingjun waved a banner enveloped in red light, and a large expanse of crimson fire clouds appeared in the high sky, their area continuously expanding.

After the crimson fire clouds churned, hundreds of crimson fireballs flew out from them, carrying a heatwave as they struck downwards.

Mo Caiyun commanded a black gourd, which spewed out a foul-smelling black mist that transformed into an enormous black python, lunging downwards.

Other Foundation Establishment cultivators either released spells or controlled magic tools.

Roars echoed continuously, the spiritual lights of various spells intertwined, and air currents surged.

An astonishing surge of spiritual energy rose, and a blood-red skull head, over five *zhang* wide, flew out from the white mist, opening its gaping maw and lunging towards Wang Qingshan and his group.

"A talisman treasure!" Wang Qingshan's expression changed. Unless he self-detonated his natal magic tool, he might not be able to block the talisman treasure.

Thunderous sounds erupted from Wang Changsheng's body. He raised his right hand, and a fist-sized blue lightning orb appeared in his hand, instantly expanding to the size of a house before smashing towards the blood-red skull.

A deafening roar sounded, and a large expanse of blue lightning engulfed the blood-red skull.

Wang Qingshan cast a spell, and the nine green swords merged into one, forming a green giant sword that shattered the blue lightning.

The next moment, over a dozen escape lights of various colors rushed out from the white mist; the Blood Fiend Sect disciples abandoned the island and fled.

Wang Qingshan cast a spell, and the green giant sword glowed brightly as a large expanse of green sword qi flew out. Wang Qingjing and the others also intensified their assault.

A series of shrill screams echoed. Except for a few lucky survivors, most of the Foundation Establishment cultivators were slain by Wang Qingshan and his group.