Chapter 1197: Yiting, Is That You?

Chapter 1197: Yiting, Is That You?

The battle between the two sides reached a fever pitch, each person unleashing their attacks—it was a scene of utter chaos.

This was probably Lin Nuo’s largest battle against cultivators since his fall to darkness.

In the past, it was one against many, but now it was a full-on team battle, with the Sword Saint lending support, making things significantly tougher.

Zhang Yuanxu kept trying to maneuver around Lin Nuo and strike at the protective sword formation instead, seeing as he had little advantage in a direct confrontation with Lin Nuo, who was pulling him along by the nose.

Zhang Yuanxu was holding back; he had cultivated forbidden techniques, but he couldn’t use them in public. Doing so would be like acknowledging Lin Nuo’s words.

Of course, many were already aware of this old man’s forbidden cultivation techniques, but now that everything was in motion, he absolutely had to stick with the group—better watch what you say, or you could end up in trouble.

Zhang Yuanxu was a crafty old fox, calling so many people in must have had its reasons.

After all, it wasn’t enough to just rely on himself against Lin Nuo. Plus, with the Sword Saint’s support, things became even trickier.

So, he called upon other sects to pitch in, banding together under the banner of subduing the rogue demon, intending to take down Lin Nuo. Yet, they only wanted to send the others in first to wear him down before swooping in for the finish.

But the other sects weren’t fools; they could see through this ploy. When it came to fighting, they naturally dragged their feet, unwilling to give it their all, all thinking someone else should go in first to sacrifice themselves.

This led to their lack of unity. After several attempts to breach the Sword Saint’s sword formation, all ended in futility, only to get beaten back by Ling Meng and her crew.

At this moment, Ling Meng and Mu Yiting showcased an unprecedented level of unity. With personal grievances pushed aside for the sake of survival, they each displayed their capabilities, vying for Lin Nuo’s attention in a fierce competition.

Li Ruo’er wanted to join in, but unfortunately, she was more of a support role, lacking the firepower. Plus, she had to provide for the Sword Saint, so she couldn’t contribute much in attack, leaving that to her mother instead.

“Thinking back, our Fox People have also suffered from their ambushes in the past,” Ni Wanqing said angrily, recalling their previous experiences. The journey for the Fox Clan had been truly arduous, and these cultivators and Taoists absolutely showed no mercy toward them.

It was rare for everyone to gather again; though many clan members had sacrificed their lives, they could only vow to fight to the death for future peace.

Each of them was pushing hard, refusing to back down. At the edge of the sword formation, they used their spirit power to assist in maintaining the formation, while those disunited cultivators struggled to break through.

“Master, we’ve attacked many times and failed. Shouldn’t we change our tactics?” One disciple noticed things weren’t going well and asked Master Cong for advice. They couldn’t just keep jumping into the same pit; dragging this out was bad for everyone.

Cunning Master Cong had a few ideas. Originally, Zhang Yuanxu aimed to capture those Fox People, considering their abundant spirit power to be valuable material.

But capturing them alive would require restraint; they couldn’t just let loose. This was precisely why they had been unable to break through the Sword Saint’s formation for so long and ended up getting forced back by Ling Meng and her group.

So, he’d have to go hardcore instead—killing a handful of Fox People was acceptable. After all, in war, sacrifices were inevitable.

“What I taught you before can now be put into action. Come, let’s perform the technique together and breach a gap.”

“But Master, our allies are still engaged in battle ahead. Shouldn’t we inform them?”

“Allies? You’re too naive. We called them allies back then, but now, they’re meant to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. It’s an honor for them to offer their lives. Enough chatter! Don’t mind them; just keep attacking.”

Master Cong didn’t care for the other sects’ people; reaching his goal was paramount. They weren’t his allies anyway, so collateral damage was just part of the game—bullets don’t have eyes, after all.

“Master, that woman looks like our junior sister… She’s been missing for a long time and hasn’t returned to Xuanyun Sect. Do you think she might be…?”

Some disciples had already spotted Mu Yiting, but weren’t sure—after all, her aura had changed a great deal since they last saw her, though her appearance was similar.

“Hmm? If that’s her, could she have infiltrated Lin Nuo’s ranks? This might be worth using to our advantage.”

Master Cong started to consider leveraging Mu Yiting in his plans. The strategy was shifting, and he personally moved towards the frontline.

Before long, he got closer to the edge of Mu Yiting’s sword formation and locked eyes with her.

“Yiting, is that you? I can recognize you.”

Master Cong tested the waters; despite the surrounding noise, he used their sect’s communication technique to send his words straight to Mu Yiting’s ears.

That old geezer…

Mu Yiting felt quite disgusted with Master Cong. Back during their time at Xuanyun Sect, she played the role of the good girl, putting on a weak appearance while everyone found her adorable.

To be honest, she was somewhat repulsed by her old self now.

She wanted to use the communication technique to negotiate with Master Cong.

“It’s me, Master,” Mu Yiting responded through the communication technique.

“Yiting, what’s your current situation? Are you planning to oppose us?”

“Not at all. I’ve been hiding beside Lin Nuo for quite some time, gaining his trust, just waiting for the chance to reunite with you. Now’s the perfect time, and I need your cooperation.”

Mu Yiting continued to weave her words through the communication technique, knowing she had to think of a way to utilize this situation.

Master Cong was half-convinced; this indeed sounded like his disciple but after all this time, who knew how much she had changed?

Could she really have infiltrated Lin Nuo’s inner circle and gained his confidence like she claimed?

“Well then, Yiting, we plan to strike at your location. You’d better avoid it and not defend. We can take the opportunity to launch a surprise attack; you’ll be able to slip away from Lin Nuo’s side and return to us.”

Master Cong said, hoping to have her drop the pretense of defense so they could blast through and she could escape.

“Alright, you may start,” Mu Yiting replied to Master Cong’s plan, fully aware of the danger but could not openly signal anything to the Sword Saint.

She had to call out to Lin Nuo.

Li Ruo’er had a bell; if there was any danger, she’d ring it, and Lin Nuo would sense it too.

So, she could take advantage of this.

Li Ruo’er was nearby, not realizing her approach. When Master Cong was looking away, she slammed the bell hard.

Though the surroundings were chaotic, Lin Nuo would still be able to sense the sound of the bell.

“Hmm? Is there danger?”

Lin Nuo turned to Li Ruo’er but saw nothing amiss, wondering what was going on while busying himself.

But he noticed Mu Yiting; she shot him a look, signaling that something was wrong over with Master Cong.

That fat old fool…

Looks like I’ve got to take him out—he’s no good.

Lin Nuo feigned sparring with Zhang Yuanxu, quickly took the chance while he was unguarded, and made his way toward Master Cong.

A punch swung out.