noffsinger Chapter 27 Frontline Positions
Chapter 27 Frontline Positions
A year later, in a lush mountain forest.
Here, three early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators of the demonic path are joining forces to besiege a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator dressed in black—it is Mu Chunfeng.
At this moment, one of the demonic cultivators was wielding a long sword that emitted a blood-red light, carrying a sharp and murderous aura, and was attacking Mu Chunfeng.
The other two demonic cultivators formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Two ferocious ghosts materialized out of thin air, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Mu Chunfeng, their chilling aura sweeping across the surroundings.
Mu Chunfeng remained calm, circulating his spiritual energy. With a flick of his finger, a needle-shaped magical artifact shot out, its cold light flashing as it precisely pierced the head of the demonic cultivator wielding the flying knife.
The cultivator didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight to the ground, his long sword clattering to the floor.
Just as the two ghosts flew to within two or three zhang of Mu Chunfeng, a purple light flashed in Mu Chunfeng's eyes, and two beams of black light shot out from his eyes, accurately striking the ghosts.
The moment the Yin ghost came into contact with the black light, it was instantly absorbed. After absorbing the Yin ghost, the black light grew slightly stronger. Mu Chunfeng changed direction, and the black light rushed straight towards the two demonic cultivators who were controlling the Yin ghost.
Two overlapping screams rang out as the souls of the two demonic cultivators dissipated, leaving only their lifeless bodies lying on the ground, completely devoid of breath.
Mu Chunfeng slowly walked forward, collected the storage bags of the three demonic cultivators one by one, and then cast three fireballs. The raging flames burned the three corpses to ashes.
A flash of light appeared at his waist, and a shuttle-shaped magical artifact about ten feet long flew out—the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.
Mu Chunfeng leaped into the air, boarded the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, and transformed into a streak of light, quickly leaving the area.
Mu Chunfeng has now been fighting on the front lines of the Seven Sects for a year.
He usually wears black to conceal his identity and avoid being recognized by cultivators, thus preventing them from targeting him with attacks.
After the Cloud Shuttle flew to within a dozen miles of the Seven Sects' encampment, Mu Chunfeng changed back into Huangfeng Valley clothes on the shuttle. Then, she once again activated her spiritual power and sped towards the encampment.
Upon arriving at the encampment, Mu Chunfeng headed straight for a large tent—this was the military merit station for the disciples of the seven sects, and also a place for exchanges between cultivators.
The tent was bustling with activity. Cultivators gathered in twos and threes, some chatting and negotiating prices, others setting up stalls to sell magical artifacts, talismans, and elixirs, creating a lively scene.
Mu Chunfeng did not linger and went straight to the battle merit registration area inside the tent.
Behind the registration desk, an older Foundation Establishment cultivator was busy recording battle merits on a book with his pen, occasionally copying them onto a jade slip with his divine sense, his expression serious.
Seeing Mu Chunfeng approach, he put down his pen, looked up at Mu Chunfeng, and asked a question in his eyes.
Mu Chunfeng took out a demonic cultivator's identity token and a jade slip from his storage bag and handed them over together.
The old man took the token and jade slip, carefully checked them with his divine sense, then modified the battle record on the jade slip and registered it on the paper. He accepted the token and returned the jade slip to Mu Chunfeng, saying calmly, "Alright, it's been recorded."
Mu Chunfeng took the items and turned to leave, but the old man behind him couldn't help but advise him: "Young friend, as a fellow disciple of Huangfeng Valley, I still have to give you some advice. You are a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. You can't always just kill some Qi Refining stage demonic cultivators. Doing so is a waste of your cultivation."
"Furthermore, if the elders investigate, you..."
Upon hearing this, Mu Chunfeng turned to the old man, scratched his head sheepishly, and chuckled, saying, "Ahem, senior, you may not know this, but I am merely a talisman maker and am not skilled in the art of killing. Being able to kill a Qi Refining cultivator is already my best effort."
The old man couldn't help but sigh and said, "Even if you're not good at fighting, you can find a few fellow disciples to travel with. You can provide talismans to help, and after the battle, you can split the kills and merits equally. Otherwise, it's not very respectable to always hand over the battle merits of these Qi Refining cultivators. We cultivators should have aspirations."
Mu Chunfeng quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said with a smile, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I am usually a solitary person and have no close friends in the sect. But please rest assured, senior, I will do my best to kill Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators in the future and strive to make more meritorious contributions."
After saying that, he quickly turned and left, only letting out a long sigh of relief after he had walked out of the tent.
In fact, the reason he only handed over the battle merits of Qi Refining cultivators was because he often privately traded the identity tokens of Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators to other cultivators in exchange for various necessary pills, materials, and so on.
Because among the seven sects, some Foundation Establishment cultivators are weak in combat, but they want impressive battle achievements because of their pride; there are also some cultivators who are willing to secretly buy the identity tokens of Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators in order to make their achievements more substantial and gain the attention of their elders.
Mu Chunfeng has never cared about his reputation, and besides, there aren't many people who know him on the front lines.
Moreover, the resources obtained from privately trading Foundation Establishment Tokens are far greater than those obtained by exchanging them for battle merits.
Mu Chunfeng would only spend his battle merits to exchange for treasures he desperately needed when they appeared at the Military Merit Center. Otherwise, he preferred to exchange his battle merits for real cultivation resources.
When Mu Chunfeng finally returned to his tent, intending to relieve his fatigue and rest for a while, his gaze swept across the tent and he noticed a luminous white communication talisman floating inside, its spiritual light flickering.
"This life is so tiring. I really want to go into seclusion and focus on cultivating my skills."
Mu Chunfeng sighed helplessly, raised his hand and released a burst of spiritual energy, steadily capturing the sound transmission talisman in his hand.
With a slight activation of spiritual energy at his fingertips, Li Huayuan's steady voice came through the communication talisman, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Come to my main tent immediately."
Mu Chunfeng pondered for a moment, secretly speculating in his heart, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
He recalled that a few days ago, when Li Huayuan came to the front line to oversee things, he also took the opportunity to meet with a few of his senior brothers.
Given this, and based on the timeline, this matter is most likely related to the Black Fiend Cult.
It's possible that Han Li came to seek help after discovering the Black Fiend Sect's affairs upon arriving in Yue Kingdom.
He dared not delay, and quickly put the few personal belongings he had in the tent into his storage bag. Then, with an undisguised look on his face, he strode toward Li Huayuan's tent.
At this moment, he was still happily thinking about defeating the Yue Emperor as soon as possible, obtaining the Xuan Yin Technique, and then fleeing to the Chaotic Star Sea to live a carefree and unrestrained life.
But as they walked, a familiar figure suddenly came into view—it was Han Li.
Mu Chunfeng was taken aback and quickly stepped forward, asking, "Junior Brother Han, why are you still here?"
Han Li was about to greet Mu Chunfeng with a cupped-hand salute when he heard this, but a look of confusion crossed his face. He asked, "Senior Brother Mu, what do you mean by that?"
"Have you received any special missions recently?" Mu Chunfeng pressed.
"I have not received any missions," Han Li replied truthfully.
Upon hearing this, Mu Chunfeng's face darkened, and the smile on his lips faded slightly.
He thought Han Li had already accepted the order and gone to carry out the task of protecting Li Huayuan, a mortal, but he never expected that Han Li would still be at the camp.
"Could it be that Li Huayuan is planning to send me on that mission?"
Thinking of this, Mu Chunfeng felt a pang of bitterness.
He had originally planned to wait for Han Li to inform Li Huayuan about the Black Fiend Sect before going with his fellow disciples to gang up on them and reap the benefits. Now, if he were to go alone and encounter danger, wouldn't it be a case of losing more than he gained?
Although with his cultivation level, he is most likely not in danger.
Thinking of this, Mu Chunfeng sighed inwardly: Since things have come to this, I might as well just accept it. I won't need anyone else's help then. Everything will be mine, and no one will be able to get a penny.
After inwardly grumbling to himself, Mu Chunfeng saw that Han Li was still looking at him with a puzzled expression, so he quickly laughed it off and said, "Look at my memory, I actually remembered the wrong person. Junior Brother Han, let's talk another day, I have to go see Master now."
After saying that, without waiting for Han Li's response, he quickly turned around and continued walking towards Li Huayuan's tent.
Han Li stood there, watching Mu Chunfeng's hurried departure, his heart filled with confusion. After pondering for a moment, he still couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only shake his head helplessly and turn away.