In order to break Daojianmen's mountain protection formation, the 100 Jindan monks and 500 foundation-building monks sent by the Hengduan Mountain Alliance were almost wiped out;
Ten more Nascent Soul cultivators died. Two of the first five Nascent Soul cultivators were killed by Zhuifeng's trickery; then Ao Yi went crazy and killed two and seriously injured three; then Liu Baiyun exploded and killed three; finally, Ao Yi exploded before he died and took away three more.
The mountain protection formation was broken, but the casualties of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance were tragic. A vague calculation showed that half of the combat power was lost.
Late at night, Qiu Huahua stood by the Yunzhou, holding onto the side of the boat, staring blankly at the darkness outside the window with an expressionless face.
In order to unify the Hengduan Mountains, she did a lot, paid a lot, and was mentally prepared. She knew it would be difficult and many people would die. However, when too many people died, so many bodies were left in front of her, she finally began to think about the meaning of life.
The dead people imagined and the dead people seen with one’s own eyes are different after all.
She thought, is it worth it for so many people to die in order to destroy Daojianmen?
She thought, if she destroyed the Daojian Sect and the Wuyin Sword Sect, how many people would die?
She wondered if she needed to withdraw her troops now to recover some of the losses?
She thought, if she regretted now, would it be too late?
She thought, is it possible to go back now and rethink what Qin Ran said about the three sects standing side by side and maintain the three sects standing side by side again?
She wanted to...
Her mind was in a mess. She might have thought a lot, or she might have thought nothing.
She just looked at the darkness and the piles of corpses underground, and fell into confusion.
Too many people died. She had never thought that so many people would die, so she was a little scared, a little hesitant, and wanted to retreat...
"Valley Master..." Sun Yicheng's voice sounded behind her, "What are you thinking about?"
Qiu Huahua did not turn around or answer.
Sun Yichen walked up to her and followed her gaze towards the open space under the cloud boat.
Directly below the cloud boat is the small market outside the Daojian Gate.
This is a place for disciples of Daojian Sect, other sects or independent practitioners to trade cultivation resources.
As time went by, this place became a small village with one street. There was a flat stone road in the middle of the town, with platforms for setting up stalls on both sides, and thatched houses or even wooden houses behind the platforms.
In the past, no matter day or night, there should be people coming and going down there, bustling with activity, some doing business, some arguing, some just strolling around. In short, there were quite a few people. Some even lived in the small market.
But now…
The streets, thatched huts, wooden houses, and stone platforms were covered in blood, body parts, and corpses. It had become a living hell.
Sun Yichen looked at it and sighed, but did not say anything more.
"Why doesn't Daojianmen surrender?" Qiu Huahua suddenly asked.
Hearing this question out of the blue, Sun Yichen couldn't help but be stunned. He turned his head to look at Qiu Huahua, and saw pity in the eyes of this beautiful valley master.
He turned around, looked at the corpse in the darkness, and spoke slowly:
"It must be that they are too cheap! If we surrender to Zhisheng Valley, we only need to respect Zhisheng Valley as our leader, and there will be no war. Then we will get a huge amount of cultivation resources. We get a name, and they get a reality. It's a win-win situation. But they are just cheap.
"It's not that they don't understand. At least Kieran sees it clearly. He saw the end from the beginning, but he is just a jerk. He jumps up and down, provokes a fight, and won't count until both sides are defeated, letting the Infinite Sword Sect get the advantage for nothing."
"Cheap?" Qiu Huahua shook her head lightly and sighed, "Personality, integrity, dignity, Taoism... and so on."
Sun Yichen didn't have these things, so he couldn't comment and just remained silent.
"If, I mean if..." Qiu Huahua asked, "What will happen if we withdraw our troops now?"
Still asked.
Sun Yicheng looked at the blood in the darkness, smiled, and praised: "Valley Master is really a kind person.
"
Just like praising people for being honest in today's society, praising people for being beautiful and kind in the world of cultivation is not very complimentary, especially when praising the instigator of the crime for being beautiful and kind in front of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
How could the master of Zhishen Valley be stupid? She understood what he said and turned her head to look at Sun Yichen coldly.
Sun Yicheng pretended not to know. He spoke slowly in the darkness and explained in detail to Qiu Huahua:
"In the first two battles, because Daojian Sect was on the defensive and benefited from Qin Ran's conspiracy, they had very few casualties. However, there were more than a hundred cultivators. Among them were two genius disciples and a formation spirit with the combat power of a god.
"As for us, the casualties can be described as heavy. Almost a thousand cultivators died. Among them, there were more than a dozen Yuanying cultivators, hundreds of Jindan cultivators, and foundation-building disciples...
"Although only a small number of them were monks from Zhisheng Valley, many of them died in Zhisheng Valley as well. It's hard to calculate the number of deaths and injuries in other sects."
He spoke of the dead, of the lives that died beneath his feet, in a calm tone.
"There was war, people were injured and some died...the two sides already had an irreconcilable blood feud.
"Valley Master, once the war starts, it's like a mountain collapsing. There's no turning back."
His tone became more and more fluctuating.
"You want to know what will happen if we withdraw? I'll tell you what will happen.
“Kiran will immediately find out the truth of our withdrawal and the inside story, and then retaliate as quickly as possible. Revenge, crazy revenge, revenge by any means necessary.
“Could it be that the Valley Master has forgotten so quickly about the tragedy that Qin Ran caused in Zhishen Valley? Being watched by such a person, if we withdraw our troops, then all the sects participating in this war will have no peace... until they are destroyed!”
Qiu Huahua listened quietly, and after hearing the last part, she closed her eyes.
After a while, she opened her eyes again. There was no emotion in them, and they were as cold as a monk or a superior.
She parted her rosy lips and ordered in a cold voice: "Enter Daojian Gate tomorrow. Seal Daojian Gate as planned..."
After that, she added, "No matter the cost, kill Kieran!!"
The next day, the Yunzhou of the Hengduan Mountain Alliance moved forward, smashed the Daojianmen mountain protection formation that had turned into black glass, and arrived inside the Daojianmen.
However, when the black formation barrier shattered, revealing the Daojian Gate inside, the people of the Hengduan Mountains Alliance discovered that there was another layer of barrier inside!
Daojian Sect was established according to the spiritual veins of the sect. Therefore, although the main body of their sect is five mountains, there is still a considerable amount of open space outside the five mountains.
The mountain protection formation also covers the open areas outside the gate.
Now, the mountain protection formation has been broken. Inside, except for the open areas, the five main peaks are still surrounded by a barrier.
A barrier, a picture of mountains and rivers interwoven by black and white sword energy!
The people of the Hengduan Mountains Alliance all looked up and saw a sword floating in the sky right above the Daojian Gate, and a person sitting cross-legged right above the sword.
The man was tall and strong, with a handsome appearance. He was dressed in snow-white clothes and had a romantic demeanor.
The sword was three feet four inches long, with a black hilt and a white blade. It looked like a brush used to write or paint mountains and rivers, or like the yin and yang fish in a Taoist diagram.
The man's name is Lu Junxing, and the sword's name is Shanhe Sword.
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