Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

Understanding these key factors, Chen Jianbin was very calm and planned to strike first.

Having made up his mind, he glanced at Yang Chen and the few cultivators behind He Xin.

Sensing his gaze, and the implicit meaning behind it, strong spiritual power fluctuations suddenly emerged in the crowd at the same time.

In that instant, Yang Chen felt an intense murderous intent.

He quickly turned his head to look and discovered that a fellow sect disciple had attacked him from behind.

Not only that, another disciple and a recruited loose cultivator also launched attacks on the two nearest fellow sect disciples.

These people had gathered together, and the distance between them was very short, merely a few yards apart.

Previously, seeing Chen Jianbin's confident and composed demeanor, Yang Chen suspected that he might have some hidden measures.

Therefore, he was extra cautious and always prepared for an emergency.

However, such a close distance attack, even if they were prepared, would still make it difficult for them to react in time.

Not just for the disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley, He Xin, who was in the same realm, found himself in a similar situation at that moment.

Among the crowd from Zhenyang Sect, Zheng Xiao and another Zhenyang Sect cultivator also took action.

Zheng Xiao launched a sneak attack on the nearest Zhenyang Sect disciple, and the other, standing close to He Xin, attacked immediately after exchanging a glance with Chen Jianbin, aiming a deadly talisman directly at He Xin's vital parts.

In a moment of urgency, He Xin twisted his body, and a blue protective light shield suddenly appeared around him.

"Bang..."

A loud explosion sounded, He Xin's light shield held up for an instant, and then shattered with a bang.

Immediately after, there was a pained grunt from He Xin as the attacking disciple's strike pierced through his arm, the powerful force knocking him back and causing him to crash heavily onto the ground.

He cried out in agony and then struggled to rise from the ground.

And the light blue jade pendant in his hand shattered, ultimately turning to dust and drifting away.

This jade pendant was a protective artifact specially given to him by the sect leader, capable of activating in an instant to form a shield to block attacks.

If there was enough time, it could even withstand a common strike from a Golden Core Cultivator.

However, the disciple who ambushed him was too close, and before the jade pendant could fully activate, he shattered it with a direct blow, severely injuring He Xin in the process.

As for the other cultivator, he was not as fortunate, lacking an artifact like the jade pendant for protection, he failed to react in time and was fatally struck by Zheng Xiao's sneak attack.

At this moment, He Xin, who had just narrowly escaped death, hadn't had the time to grieve over the loss of his defensive treasure.

The other Zhenyang Sect disciples were all enraged with indignation, Long Qingshui and Li Xiuyuan quickly came over and anxiously inquired about He Xin's condition.

Seeing that He Xin was only severely injured and his life was not in immediate danger, Long Qingshui and the others finally let out a sigh of relief.

Right after, Long Qingshui glared at the two attackers, his expression filled with uncontrollable anger and his face extremely grim.

"Junior Brother Li, Fellow Daoist Zheng, why have you done this?"

As for the attackers, Li Zhiyao and Zheng Xiao had already left the Zhenyang Sect group and had joined up with Chen Jianbin and others.

Hearing Long Qingshui's accusation, Li Zhiyao calmly smiled and said, "Hehe... Long Daoist Friend, have you not yet understood?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Xiao on the other side laughed and chimed in.

"Yes... we have long abandoned the dark and sought out the light, pledging ourselves to the Golden Sword Sect, and remaining in the Zhenyang Sect's ranks was simply for today's action!"

Upon hearing this, He Xin was overwhelmed with anger, and blood sprayed forth from his mouth.

"You two traitors have been lurking for such a long time!"

He Xin was incensed; Zheng Xiao's betrayal could somehow be justified, as he was a loose cultivator with no ties to the Zhenyang Sect, nor had he received any favors from them.

But it was different with Li Zhiyao!

This man, since being discovered to have a Spiritual Root at the age of ten, had been cultivating within the Sect, and over a hundred years, had reached the Foundation Establishment Eighth Level Realm, even becoming a True Disciple of Wang Hengqiu, counted among the elite disciples of the Zhenyang Sect.

With Li Zhiyao's natural talent and cultivation, he wasn't considered among the top ranks of the many disciples in the Zhenyang Sect.

The reason he was allowed to enter Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm was also taking into account his status as Wang Hengqiu's disciple, given the former had fallen for the sake of the Sect in the great battle at Yuyao City.

With this factor, he was able to secure a spot to enter the Tianfeng Adverse Realm without having to experience a major battle against the Demon Beast Tide.

It could be said that the Zhenyang Sect had given him their all.

Yet even so, Li Zhiyao still defected to the Golden Sword Sect, delivering a fatal blow to them at a critical moment.

Now, the Zhenyang Sect had once again lost a disciple at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Level, and even He Xin, their strongest team leader, had been ambushed and seriously injured.

Their position was already weak, and now their situation had become even more disadvantageous.

Besides them, the Myriad Medicine Valley was in no better situation.

The Golden Sword Sect had planted spies in the Zhenyang Sect camp, and the Myriad Medicine Valley had not managed to avoid this either.

At the same time when Li Zhiyao and Zheng Xiao launched their surprise attacks, someone from Myriad Medicine Valley also struck.

Yang Chen, who was prepared, relied on a protective treasure given by a Golden Core Cultivator and also managed to escape disaster.

However, as a result, he sustained serious injuries, and his strength was greatly compromised, although his condition was slightly better than that of He Xin.

Apart from Yang Chen, two other disciples from Myriad Medicine Valley were successfully ambushed and perished there.

Faced with this sudden calamity, Myriad Medicine Valley was thrown into chaos, each person's expression filled with anger, wishing to flay the traitorous attackers alive.

One of the ambushing cultivators failed to escape in time and was killed by the retaliating Myriad Medicine Disciples.

Only one Sect defector and one of the ambushing Loose Cultivators managed to evade the interception of the Myriad Medicine Disciples and converged with Chen Jianbin and the others.

At this point, the severely diminished cultivators of Myriad Medicine Valley could only gather with the disciples of Zhenyang Sect under Yang Chen's lead to band together for warmth.

They knew that after this incident, the combined remaining cultivators of the two Great Sects amounted to only seventeen.

Whereas the Golden Sword Sect, having gained four defectors, now had a total of twenty-five people.

With the ebb and flow, the disparity in the remaining strength of the two sides was all too apparent.

Moreover, with both sides' leaders being seriously injured, if it came to a fight, they were likely no match for Chen Jianbin and his people.

Realizing this, both Yang Chen and He Xin were very clear about the current predicament of the two Sects, and knew that only desperate cooperation could barely allow them to contend with Chen Jianbin and his group.

At this time, the three factions had completely split into two opposing camps, looking at each other from a distance.

Gazing over, the Myriad Medicine Valley and Zhenyang Sect's people had gloomy expressions, and their morale had dropped to freezing point.

Meanwhile, Chen Jianbin and the Golden Sword Sect cultivators were brimming with confidence, their faces full of smug smiles.

In Chen Jianbin's heart, such an outcome was highly satisfactory, and they held an absolute advantage.

Knowing this, Chen Jianbin was thrilled, becoming somewhat carried away, as if the people of the two Great Sects were already fish on the chopping board, and even the Fire Scale Python and the Jiuli Star Fruit were as good as in his pocket.

And at this time, Yang Chen and He Xin were secretly pondering countermeasures.

Clearly, there were ten or so days left before the closure of the Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm—neither a long nor a short amount of time.

The crux was, they had already lost their competitive edge.

If they forcefully contested for the Jiuli Star Fruit and the corpse of the Fire Scale Python, they might fall right into Chen Jianbin's trap, leading to even greater losses, or perhaps even a complete wipeout.

Yet if they gave up on the Jiuli Star Fruit now, how would they explain to the Sect Leader after leaving the Secret Realm?

At this moment, the two were quite troubled.

However, individuals like Long Qingshui, who saw the situation clearly, immediately proposed abandoning the treasures such as the Jiuli Star Fruit.

After all, they were all top disciples of the Great Sects, with considerable cultivation and strength; each was a potential candidate for the Golden Core Stage.

Particularly, Yang Chen was a cultivator with a Sky Spirit Root, and there were more than ten individuals with Dual Spiritual Roots.

The lives of so many top disciples were incredibly precious to the two Great Sects.

And only by preserving their lives could there be a chance for a turnaround.

Besides, the dishonorable tactics of the Golden Sword Sect could be clarified to the Sects, and under such unforeseen circumstances, their abandonment of such accessible treasures was understandable.

When the time came, upon learning the specifics of the situation, the Sect elders would naturally seek to discuss the matter with the high-level members of the Golden Sword Sect.

If they could not reach an agreement, even a major confrontation between Golden Core Cultivators was a distinct possibility.