The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

The continuous rain, beating against the low shrubs on top of Pingyang Ridge.

In the chilly wind, Li Muyang was sitting inside the tent, gritting his teeth in pain.

He had a blood-soaked, bone-deep wound on his shoulder.

Cheng Feiyang, a young cultivator soaked in blood, was sitting on a stool, carefully applying medicine to Li Muyang.

Even in such a dire situation, the aloof youth obsessed with appearing cool still maintained his aloofness and pride.

His white robe had turned blood-red due to excessive bloodstains.

The once handsome face now had three shallow scars crisscrossing each other, giving him a somewhat terrifying look.

Two days ago, during a fierce clash, Li Muyang found himself surrounded by enemy forces, attacked by two leaders from the Blood Lotus Sect wielding high-grade Magic Artifact-level Immortal Swords, forcing him into a desperate situation.

At that time, Cheng Feiyang, the young cultivator in white, led a charge and rescued Li Muyang with great difficulty.

But Cheng Feiyang, who had been at the forefront, had his face torn into three pieces; if not for the robust body of a cultivator and the healing sacred medicine of the Demon Sect, he might have died. Read the latest on empire

Although this place restricted cultivation levels, the finely made Spiritual Medicines still exerted powerful effects.

It was precisely because of these potent Spiritual Medicines that the cultivators from the Demon Sect, numbering a few hundred, were able to withstand the relentless assaults of the ten-thousand-strong army of the Blood Lotus Sect for ten days.

Even Cheng Feiyang's severely split face had healed into just scars within two days.

Li Muyang felt an unbearable itch as the Spiritual Medicine seeped into his body and the flesh around his wound slowly writhed and grew.

"Hiss… so itchy…"

Li Muyang's uninjured right hand lifted, as he scratched at the air over his left shoulder, as if this could alleviate the itchy sensation of the new flesh growing.

The aloof Cheng Feiyang glanced at Li Muyang and said, "Your injury isn't serious, it will scab over in half an hour, and will heal in three hours."

Having said that, the show-off youth hopped down from the stool, packed up his little medicine box, and left.

The cold chill wind from outside the tattered tent blew in, bringing the equally chilly Yan Xiaoru with it.

"They are shouting from the mountain's base again."

Yan Xiaoru sat opposite Li Muyang, quietly watching him, and said, "Miss Shen from the Blood Lotus Sect has raised the stakes again."

"If you surrender and join them, they will appoint you as a helmsman, grant you Body Refinement Immortal Elixir, and share with you a petal of the Blood Lotus that has been passed down for years in their sect, aiding in your cultivation."

"It is said that this ancient Blood Lotus is an Immortal-grade Spiritual Object; consuming it would supply abundant Spiritual Energy, enough for you to cultivate to the Purple Mansion stage."

As Yan Xiaoru's words fell, the voice of Shen Yan, the mysterious woman from the Blood Lotus Sect, resonated outside the rain-drenched tent.

Just like the past few days, she called out to Li Muyang to surrender, hoping that he would descend the mountain and join them, promising high-ranking rewards.

Today, she even introduced a new bargaining chip—a petal of the ancient Blood Lotus.

Hearing such cries, Li Muyang was startled for a moment, his face showing a hint of surprise and absurdity with a smile.

"… A petal of the ancient Blood Lotus?"

Hearing such an offer, Li Muyang couldn't help but laugh, "Am I really worth that much?"

Immortal-grade Spiritual Objects, indeed!

Such an offer could drive any person in the world insane.

Li Muyang laughed for a while, but then his expression turned somewhat helplessly bewildered, "What kind of madness has this mysterious Miss Shen succumbed to… why is she so persistent about me?"

Ten days ago, they had broken through the siege of Tianjiao City and fled to Pingyang Ridge, only to unluckily encounter Dugu Yifang, the helmsman of Qingfeng Hall from the Blood Lotus Sect.

Confronted by the numerically superior Dugu Yifang, an already exhausted Li Muyang, who had been fighting his way through, found it difficult to break through and, along with everyone else, fled to the mountain and relied on the terrain of Pingyang Ridge to defend themselves.

They had planned to wait for other Demon Sect elders to reveal their whereabouts during the escape, thus spreading thin the manpower of the Blood Lotus Sect, after which Li Muyang and his group planned to regroup and break through again.

But as time passed, the number of Blood Lotus Sect followers surrounding Pingyang Hill did not decrease; instead, their numbers continued to increase.

They charged in several rounds each day. Although they were numerous and attacked frequently, they did not engage in prolonged fighting. As soon as their attack met resistance, they quickly retreated, clearly aiming to exhaust Li Muyang and his fellow cultivators, leaving them no time to catch their breath.

At this moment, only two hundred and thirty cultivators remained on Pingyang Hill, all of whom were from the Demon Sect.

These individuals had followed Li Muyang and Yan Xiaoru from within Tianjiao City. Even at the initial breakout through the Blood Lotus Sect's encirclement when other cultivators scattered and fled, they did not follow the crowd but stayed with Li Muyang and Yan Xiaoru, fighting their way until they were trapped on Pingyang Hill.

Over the ten days of besiegement and continuous assaults, their numbers had dwindled from three hundred and seventy to two hundred and thirty.

This severe death rate, had it not been for the desperate, do-or-die resistance between the Blood Lotus Sect and the cultivators, might have already led to a complete collapse of morale and surrender.

Yet, even as they stubbornly held on, unable to surrender, the atmosphere on Pingyang Hill was now gloomy and deathly silent.

Li Muyang sat inside his tent, listening to the patter of the rain and the voices urging surrender coming through the rain, sighing bitterly.

Despite the hundreds of people on the vast Pingyang Hill, it seemed like an empty camp, utterly silent amidst the curtain of rain.

A lifeless despair had already drowned all those on the hill.

Even Li Muyang, who everyone regarded as their hope, was now unable to save even himself.

In the past ten days of fierce battling, the Blood Lotus Sect had already figured out Li Muyang's limit.

Ordinary swords indeed could not breach Li Muyang's defenses, but a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact was enough to cut through his skin and flesh.

If a high-grade Spiritual Artifact was employed, injuring Li Muyang's flesh would be as easy as cutting through tofu.

In the initial days, Li Muyang had still tried to lead his team out of the encirclement, fighting desperately like a trapped beast.

However, multiple charges had failed, and the most severe one nearly resulted in him having both arms chopped off. Although in a critical moment, Yan Xiaoru and Cheng Feiyang covered him and facilitated a retreat, he still lost his left arm.

The left hand Li Muyang had now had just regrown in the past two days, and for this, Yan Xiaoru had used a bottle of high-grade Spiritual Medicine meant for saving lives.

Li Muyang suspected that after the Blood Lotus Sect's cultists had picked up his severed arm, they discovered that his body was that of a Martial God Domineering Body.

Since losing that arm, the price offered by the Blood Lotus Sect down the mountain had grown higher by the day.

And their attacks had become fiercer in intensity during the past two nights.

What had been primarily harassing tactics by the cultists of the Blood Lotus Sect in the past two days had turned into deadly struggles when they charged, leaving behind hundreds of corpses.

Only then would they slowly withdraw.

Then the voices urging surrender would rise from the bottom of the hill.

This cycle had occurred thirteen times in the past two days.

Even Li Muyang, with his physically dominant Martial God body and vigorous vitality, was beginning to struggle to hold up against these continuously fierce attacks.

Continuing this way, it was unquestionable that Li Muyang and his group had entered a truly desperate situation.

The remaining two hundred and thirty people on Pingyang Hill could hold out for at most three more days before their defensive line would completely collapse.

By then, all the cultivators on the hill would die...

Looking at the system interface in his field of view, Li Muyang was expressionless.

At that moment, he truly wanted to take out the Startling Swan Immortal Sword and go on a killing spree.

He was confident that with the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, he could flatten everything. But exposing the Immortal Artifact in front of so many people had severe repercussions; he might be hunted by the entire world...

In the tent, Li Muyang bowed his head, quietly listening to the voices of persuasion coming from the mountain below, pondering something.

In front of him, Yan Xiaoru, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"You should go down the mountain..."