127: The Magic Alliance is reached

Tu Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of emotion. He looked at Chen Liufeng and asked, "Elder Chen, are you sure? What if he used some secret technique and returned early?"

Chen Liufeng sneered, "Given Xuanqing's cultivation, it is impossible for him to cast the Teleportation technique for a long time; at most, he can only use a flying boat to travel. It takes at least an hour to get from the Flowing Cloud Sect to the Du Pang Dynasty, and that's assuming he doesn't rest. Besides, we can set up measures on the only road back to delay him for a moment; that won't be a problem."

The ghost fire in Wu Chang's eyes flickered uncertainly. He pondered for a moment and said, "If that's the case, it's worth a try. But we must act quickly. Once we delay, we will be in trouble if the Flowing Cloud Sect's reinforcements arrive."

Qian Lü nodded gently, "I agree. As long as we can get those Loose Cultivator Demonic Cultivators onto our ship, the strength of our Four Demonic Sects will be greatly enhanced, and our danger will be much reduced."

Seeing that everyone had been persuaded, Chen Liufeng wore a satisfied smile, "Good! Since everyone agrees, let's start the arrangements immediately. Tu Tian, go and invite those Old Demons."

Tu Tian cupped his hands and replied, "No problem! I will definitely not let Elder Chen down!"

"Wu Chang, take the Disciples of the Four Demonic Sects to the outside of the imperial city of the Du Pang Dynasty first and start setting up. Once we break the Formation, we will let these people lead the charge and slaughter their way into the imperial city!" Chen Liufeng continued.

Wu Chang nodded, "Rest assured. This time I have also brought quite a few bone Puppets, all nurtured by the vital blood and cultivation of Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples. Each one is comparable to a Cultivator at the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage. If those Nascent Soul Ancestors do not take action, my skeleton army alone can destroy this damn Dynasty."

Chen Liufeng did not respond and continued to arrange, "Qian Lü, you are skilled at setting up illusion battlefields. You should head to this stronghold hundreds of miles away from the imperial palace and set up your Soul Sect's Thousand Soul Hate-Leaving Formation to try to delay the speed of the Flowing Cloud Sect's reinforcements."

Qian Lü's pupils shrank upon hearing this. Among the few, her task was the most dangerous. She said somewhat anxiously, "Elder Chen, it takes time for me to set up the Formation. If the Flowing Cloud Sect's reinforcements come too quickly, or if they don't take this route, wouldn't it be a wasted effort?"

"Rest assured, I didn't send you there to die. Take this talisman. There are many soldiers and civilians in the stronghold here. With these living souls for you to sacrifice, building the Formation will be much easier. If there are any accidents, you can abandon the Formation and leave immediately." Chen Liufeng took out a simple and unadorned talisman and handed it to Qian Lü.

Qian Lü took the talisman and looked at it repeatedly in disbelief. She raised her head and looked at Chen Liufeng, saying, "Elder Chen is truly wealthy; to be able to take out such a nearly lost Great Teleportation Talisman. Very well, I accept this task!"

Chen Liufeng nodded. At this moment, Tu Tian had already brought more than a dozen Demonic Path Loose Cultivator magnates to this place, so Chen Liufeng ignored Qian Lü and stepped forward to greet them.

"Fellow Daoists, I believe you all know the purpose of our gathering of the Four Demonic Sects this time, which is to raid the Flowing Cloud Sect! However, this matter has already been discovered by the people of the Flowing Cloud Sect. But if we just give up now, what face would we, Demonic Cultivators, have to stand on this Liuyun Continent? For now, we are prepared to slaughter the imperial capital of the Du Pang Dynasty to raise the prestige of our Demonic Path."

"This Du Pang Dynasty has a Legacy of nearly ten thousand years, and the Meng family behind it has also produced more than a dozen Nascent Soul Cultivators, which shows how rich its resources are! As long as you fellow Daoists help us break the imperial capital, all the resources within it will be yours to take as you please. How about that?" Chen Liufeng's gaze swept across the faces of these Demonic Path magnates. These were thousand-year-old monsters, and it was difficult to see any clues from their expressions.

Just as Chen Liufeng finished speaking, a sneer suddenly came from the west side of the square, breaking the silence. A blue-gray figure walked slowly out of the crowd. The person was wearing a large linen robe, tied with a hemp rope around his waist, and was playing with a pitch-black bead in his hand. Although the Devilish Qi emitted from his body was not ostentatious, it made the surrounding Cultivators subconsciously frown. This person was the famous "Old Monster Ink-Face" among the Loose Cultivators, whose cultivation had long reached the Late Stage of Nascent Soul!

"Elder Chen is really good at drawing cakes." Old Monster Ink-Face threw the black bead into the air and caught it again, his voice carrying a bit of sarcasm. "Break the Du Pang imperial city and let us loot it? But how do we know that after the city is broken, the Four Demonic Sects won't turn against us and keep all the benefits for themselves? Back then, at the Yin Wind Valley, the Blood Sect even robbed its own allies."

As soon as he said this, many Loose Cultivators nodded one after another, their eyes filled with more vigilance as they looked at Chen Liufeng.

Immediately after, another figure stood out. It was a burly man wearing animal skins, nearly a zhang tall, holding a giant axe the size of a door panel in his hand, with dried blood stains on the blade. It was the "Mountain-Splitting Lord," known for his cruelty, with a Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivation, and had dozens of Loose Cultivator followers under his command. "Old Monster Ink-Face makes sense! We Loose Cultivators have no Sect and can only rely on ourselves to grab Opportunities. The Four Demonic Sects have Sect protection and resources everywhere; why should we be the ones charging in front as cannon fodder?"

Chen Liufeng stared at the Mountain-Splitting Lord, a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it—he knew that these Loose Cultivator magnates were all unruly, and if he forced it, it would only be counterproductive, and the situation would be even harder to handle at that time.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "The two of you, we are not three-year-old children; we should know that there is no free lunch in the world. Besides, our Four Demonic Sects have no intention of hiding behind and watching the show. If you don't believe me, you can investigate this place. Our Four Demonic Sects' Disciples have already set off to head outside the imperial capital to set up. I am also thinking that since we are all on the Demonic Path, we should share the blessings. A mere Formation cannot stop us! At that time, everything in the city will belong to us. If you want to come and reap the rewards later, you better think clearly about the consequences!"

Old Monster Ink-Face raised his eyebrows and exchanged a look with the Mountain-Splitting Lord. Obviously, the relationship between the two was not shallow. The other Demonic Path Loose Cultivators were also pondering the pros and cons. Although Chen Liufeng was impatient, he still looked calm and unhurried on the surface.

"Fellow Daoists, do you have any ideas?" Seeing Chen Liufeng so strong, Old Monster Ink-Face thought of inciting others to kick the ball away.

"I think we can make a move. Isn't the reason for raising those people normally just to push them out as cannon fodder at critical moments? Besides, it's just a Dynasty with only a few Nascent Soul Cultivators. With so many of us Nascent Soul Cultivators attacking together, there won't be any casualties." The Soul-Devouring Demon Leader was used to being alone and had no scruples in his heart. As long as he attacked and broke the imperial capital, he would make a big profit and then flee thousands of miles away. By then, neither the Flowing Cloud Sect nor the Four Demonic Sects could do anything to him.

There were not a few people who thought this way. Except for the two Demonic Path magnates who refused to take action and left, the other eleven Nascent Soul Cultivators, including Old Monster Ink-Face and the Mountain-Splitting Lord, all agreed to take action. Chen Liufeng breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, his fists clenched quietly. The big event was accomplished.