The Game with Fairies

The continuous rain pattered against the low shrubs on Pingyang Hill.

In the biting cold, Li Muyang sat inside the tent, grimacing in pain.

A wound on his shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible, the flesh around it torn and ragged.

Cheng Feiyang, a young man with half his body stained in blood, sat on a stool, carefully applying medicine to Li Muyang’s wounds.

Even in such a desperate situation, this aloof young man who loved to show off maintained his cold and proud demeanor.

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

Once handsome, his face now bore three crisscrossing shallow scars, making him appear somewhat terrifying.

Two days ago, during a fierce battle, Li Muyang found himself surrounded by enemies and was attacked by two helmsmen from the Blood Lotus Sect wielding high-grade swords, pushing him to the brink.

At that moment, Cheng Feiyang led a charge and managed to rescue Li Muyang with great difficulty.

If not for the robust physique of a cultivator and the sacred healing medicine of the Demonic Sect, this senior brother Cheng would likely have died.

Although their cultivation was sealed in this place, the refined spiritual medicine still exerted its powerful effects.

It was precisely because of these potent medicines that the Demonic Sect disciples were able to survive severe injuries, allowing the few hundred of them to withstand ten days of relentless attacks by the tens of thousands of Blood Lotus Sect’s army.

Even Cheng Feiyang’s grievous facial wounds were reduced to mere scars after just two days.

As Li Muyang felt the spiritual medicine seep into his body, the flesh around the wound began to twitch and grow, causing an unbearable itching sensation, and he couldn’t help but twist his mouth.

“Ouch… so itchy…”

Li Muyang lifted his intact right hand and scratched at the air above his left shoulder as if this could somehow alleviate the itching from the new flesh growing.

Cheng Feiyang glanced at Li Muyang and said, “Your injury is not serious. It will scab over in half an hour and heal in three.”

Having said that, the show-off jumped off the stool, packed up his small medicine box, and left.

The cold wind blew into the tent from the outside, bringing with it the equally cold Yan Xiaoru.

“They’re shouting from the foot of the mountain 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 descend the mountain, surrender, and join them, they will grant you the position of helmsman, bestow upon you body-refining immortal medicine, and share a petal of the blood lotus that the Blood Lotus Sect has passed down for years to aid your cultivation.”

“It is said that this ancient blood lotus is a fairy-grade spiritual item. After consuming it, the abundant spiritual energy is enough for one to cultivate to the Purple Mansion.”

As Yan Xiaoru’s voice faded, the voice of Shen Yan, the mysterious woman from the Blood Lotus Sect, echoed through the rain outside the tent.

Like the past few days, she called out to Li Muyang to surrender, hoping he would come down the mountain to join them, and today she even offered a new bargaining chip—a petal of the Ancient Blood Lotus.

Hearing such a call, Li Muyang was stunned for a moment, a look of surprised absurdity appearing on his face.

“…A petal of the Ancient Blood Lotus?”

Hearing such an offer, Li Muyang couldn’t help but laugh: “Am I really worth that much?”

An immortal-grade spiritual item!

Such a bargaining chip would drive any person in the world mad with desire.

Li Muyang laughed for a while, then his expression turned to one of helpless confusion: “What madness has possessed this mysterious Miss Shen to be so obsessed with me…”

Ten days ago, they had broken through the encirclement of Tianjiao City and fled to Pingyang Hill, where they had the misfortune of encountering Dugu Yifang, the helmsman of the Blood Lotus Sect’s Qingfeng Hall.

Facing the overwhelming Dugu Yifang, Li Muyang, already exhausted from fighting his way out, found it difficult to break through. Together with the others, they fled to the mountain and relied on the terrain of Pingyang Hill to defend themselves.

The plan was to wait for other Demonic Sect elders to reveal their identities while fleeing, which would divide the Blood Lotus Sect’s forces, and then Li Muyang and his group would concentrate their power to break out.

But as time passed, the Blood Lotus Sect followers surrounding Pingyang Hill not only did not decrease but seemed to grow in number.

They launched several attacks each day.

Although they were numerous and their assaults frequent, they did not engage in prolonged combat.

As soon as their attack was slightly hindered, they would quickly retreat, clearly aiming to exhaust Li Muyang and the others, giving the Demonic Sect cultivators no time to breathe.

Now, there were only two hundred and thirty cultivators left on Pingyang Hill, all from the Demonic Sect.

These people had followed Li Muyang and Yan Xiaoru out of Tianjiao City, and even when the cultivators scattered during the initial breakout from the Blood Lotus Sect’s encirclement, they did not flee with the crowd but fought alongside Li Muyang and Yan Xiaoru until they were trapped on Pingyang Hill.

During the ten days of siege and battle, their numbers had dwindled from the initial three hundred and seventy to two hundred and thirty.

With such a high death rate, if it weren’t for the Blood Lotus Sect’s relentless pursuit, the morale of the army would have collapsed, and they would have surrendered long ago.

But even though they were too stubborn to surrender, the atmosphere on Pingyang Hill was now bleak and silent.

The despair devoid of any vitality had already drowned everyone on the mountain.

Even Li Muyang, who was seen as the hope by everyone, was now in a precarious situation himself.

During the past ten days of fighting, the Blood Lotus Sect had already figured out Li Muyang’s capabilities.

Ordinary swords indeed could not penetrate Li Muyang’s defenses, but medium-grade spiritual weapons were enough to cut through his flesh.

If high-grade spiritual weapons were used, injuring Li Muyang’s flesh was as easy as slicing tofu.

In the first few days, Li Muyang had tried to lead a breakout from the encirclement, fighting like a trapped beast.

However, after several failed attempts, the most severe one nearly resulted in Dugu Yifang chopping off both his arms.

Although Li Muyang was rescued by Yan Xiaoru and Cheng Feiyang at a critical moment, he still lost his left arm.

Now, the left hand that Li Muyang had was newly grown in the past two days, for which 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 demons picked up his lost arm, they discovered that his physical body was the Martial God Tyrant Body.

Since the loss of that arm, the offers from the Blood Lotus Sect at the foot of the mountain had increased day by day.

And their attacks had become more and more ferocious in the past two days.

Originally, the Blood Lotus Sect’s demons focused on harassment, but in the past two days, they would fight to the death with the Demonic Sect cultivators as soon as they charged up the hill.

Only after leaving behind hundreds of corpses would these Blood Lotus Sect demons slowly retreat.

Then the voices urging surrender would rise from the mountain’s base.

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

Even Li Muyang, with his robust Martial God Tyrant Body and vigorous blood qi, was finding it hard to withstand these repeated fierce attacks.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

If the situation continued like this, Li Muyang and his group were undoubtedly entering a dead end.

The remaining two hundred and thirty people on Pingyang Hill could only hold out for three more days at most before their defenses completely collapsed.

By then, all the cultivators on the mountain would die…

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

At this moment, he really 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 sweep away everything.

But revealing an immortal weapon in front of so many people would have severe consequences, and he might be hunted by the entire world…

Inside the tent, Li Muyang bowed his head, quietly listening to the voices of persuasion coming from the mountain’s base, lost in thought.

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

“Go down the mountain…”