Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

Upon hearing the persuasion from Long Qingshui and others, He Xin finally made up his mind and decided to give up competing for the treasure.

On the other side, among the Myriad Medicine Valley cultivators, there were also some who understood the situation clearly, and after being reminded, the leader of the group, Yang Chen, naturally understood these principles as well.

Immediately afterward, Yang Chen and He Xin exchanged glances, and with just one look, they understood each other's intentions.

Then, He and Yang Chen each glanced back at their fellow sect members and simultaneously declared, "We're withdrawing!"

No sooner had they spoken than Yang Chen and his companions turned around, ready to leave the valley.

Seeing their actions, Chen Jianbin let out a chuckle and spoke.

"Heh heh... want to leave now? It's already too late!"

His voice had barely faded when a flash of spiritual light passed over the Attack Talisman in Chen Jianbin's hand, and immediately a beam of Sword Qi shot toward Yang Chen.

Seeing this, Yang Chen's face flushed with a mix of shock and rage, as he hurriedly unleashed a counterattack to block Chen Jianbin's assault.

"Daoist Chen, what is the meaning of this?"

"He Daoist and I have already given up on the Jiuli Star Fruit and the spoils of this place, yet you still press us so aggressively?"

"Are you not afraid that, once we leave the Secret Realm, the elders of my sect will seek justice for this matter?"

No sooner had he spoken than He Xin, likewise incensed, hastily said, "Chen Jianbin, our three sects have worked together to open the Secret Realm for thousands of years, and although conflicts have occurred, there has never been such a great loss of life as this time."

"Now, we have already given up the fight for the treasure, and yet you still attack us—do you intend to annihilate us completely?"

Hearing these words, Chen Jianbin was indifferent.

In his heart, since faces had already been torn, and moreover, he was acting on the instruction of the Sect Leader.

All he needed to do was act according to the Sect Leader's orders, and as for the consequences, it was not his place to worry.

With this in mind, Chen Jianbin gave a mocking laugh and did not respond to the questions from Yang Chen and the other, instead, he began instructing the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect behind him.

"Everyone, attack with all your might, we must leave none of them behind!"

Upon hearing this command, the expressions on Yang Chen and his companions' faces changed drastically, and others were also in a state of intense fury, glaring fiercely at the cultivators of the Golden Sword Sect, readying themselves as if facing a great enemy.

Chen Jianbin was not looking to waste time either, and immediately led his disciples of the Golden Sword Sect into the fray.

Instantly, the sky, which had just calmed down, once again erupted with intense brilliance as countless attacks swept across the heavens.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Seeing Chen Jianbin take action in a manner far beyond a mere skirmish, Yang Chen and the others were both shocked and angry, and in their haste, they joined the battle.

He Xin and his companions were also outraged, unleashing a barrage of attacks as they stormed toward Chen Jianbin.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were locked in fierce combat, with cultivators battling each other all over the battlefield.

In the highest part of the sky, Yang Chen was at the forefront of the fight, engaged in a tumultuous bout with Chen Jianbin.

Not far away, the cultivators of the two camps clashed.

The Golden Sword Sect had a definitive numerical advantage; many of their cultivators paired up to besiege their opponents, quickly gaining the upper hand.

The cultivators from Myriad Medicine Valley and the Zhenyang Sect were wounded and clearly not as strong as their adversaries.

If it weren't for their advantage in numbers at the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Realm, perhaps after a few exchanges, they would have been forced to retreat.

In just half a quarter of an hour, the slaughter between the two sides intensified.

At that moment, up in the highest part of the battlefield, Chen Jianbin struck, sending Yang Chen flying backward.

Already injured, Yang Chen was sent tumbling through the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-flight, his complexion paling further.

Both being in the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Realm, after more than a dozen exchanges, and already wounded, he was at a complete disadvantage; if not for his valuable Magic Artifact and his wealth of combat experience, he might have already been defeated.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, he surveyed the battlefield.

The situation for the cultivators of Myriad Medicine Valley and Zhenyang Sect was hardly any better, nearly experiencing a rout.

Even some who were already injured could not hold on any longer and began to fall one after the other, with four perishing.

Only two disciples from Golden Sword Sect had fallen, and although several were injured, their combat strength had hardly diminished.

At this point, their viable forces had further dwindled, and their spiritual power and treasures were almost exhausted.

With the tide turning against them, there was no way they could repel the attack of the Golden Sword Sect disciples if things continued this way.

Moreover, if the conflict dragged on, the casualties could be even greater, and the possibility of a complete rout was not out of the question.

Seeing how dire the situation had become, Yang Chen immediately resolved to flee with his sect members.

After all, the closure of the Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm was imminent, and as long as they held on for half a month and left the Secret Realm, with Golden Core Cultivators present, they would be completely safe.

With this realization, Yang Chen slapped his storage bag, and two Fake Golden Core Talismans flew out, transforming into two Sword Qi beams that hurtled towards Chen Jianbin.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Seeing the two Sword Qi beams, Chen Jianbin's face turned ugly; he hadn't expected that after slaying the Fire Scale Python, Yang Chen would still possess such powerful consumable treasures like the Fake Golden Core Talismans.

But on further reflection, as the Chief Disciple of Myriad Medicine Valley, Yang Chen's talent and strength were evident to all.

Such a Genius Cultivator would undoubtedly be heavily protected by the Sect, and possessing additional life-preserving treasures made sense.

With this in mind, Chen Jianbin dared not be careless, nor push too hard, lest Yang Chen become desperate.

At that moment, as the Sword Qi drew ever closer, Chen Jianbin's feet became like wind, his speed reaching an extreme.