Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

Flying Eagle Mountain, in a concealed valley behind the Sun Family clan territory.

After escaping from his predicament, he dared not delay, nor care for his unhealed injuries, and hastily rushed back to Flying Eagle Mountain.

This place was one of the Sun Family's secret passages, known only to a dozen or so core clan members, and was one of the contingencies the Sun Family had left behind.

Sun Dingfeng lay atop a hill, watching as various colors of magical spells streaked across the sky, accompanied by bursts of explosions.

Clearly, the Jin Family was attacking the Protective Clan Formation.

Looking at the Protective Clan Formation in front of him, its defensive power had decreased by over half; it seemed it wouldn't hold out much longer.

Just then, a red light streaked across the sky, and after the ground shook and the mountains swayed, the Protective Clan Formation collapsed with a loud bang, and flames soared into the sky from within the Sun Family territory.

"It's over, it's all over!"

Watching as the clan's great formation was breached, Sun Dingfeng's face turned even paler, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Outside the Sun Family territory, with the formation broken, Jin Zhiying let out a triumphant, strange laugh and immediately charged in, while Zhuang Zhenxin, who had put away a gray pearl, swiftly followed suit.

This time, aside from leaving behind one Foundation Establishment Cultivator to guard the territory, the Jin Family had dispatched ninety percent of their elite forces—dozens of clan members, each with cultivation at the Sixth Level of Qi Refinement or above.

Inside the Sun Family, as the formation broke, three figures soared into the sky, appearing at the entrance of the clan territory.

As Jin Zhiying, who had rushed in, saw one of the three, an old man with thinning hair and a goatee, he exclaimed:

"Old Ghost Sun, you're actually still alive!"

The Sun elder's expression was calm as he feigned composure and spoke:

"Humph, although my life is nearing its end, I won't die so easily. Since you've seen me, why not quickly retreat? Our Sun Family can still let bygones be bygones; otherwise, today will be your death day!"

Hearing the Sun elder speak plainly, Jin Zhiying seemed to sense a lack of confidence in his voice.

Thinking of how Sun Dingfeng had been trapped and the Jin Family Cultivators outnumbered the Sun Family by three, and that the three from the Sun Family had cowered within the formation at the time of the breach and clearly dared not engage in battle, now that the formation was broken and they had completely turned hostile, they certainly wouldn't retreat when they had the absolute upper hand.

"Don't think that just because you're still alive, I'll be afraid of you. We've been planning this for nearly ten years; how could we give up easily!"

Making up his mind, Jin Zhiying commanded the Jin Family members behind him:

"Spare no effort; kill them all. The wealth of the Sun Family will be ours!"

Thinking of the vast treasures they had acquired from defeating the Wu Family, the Jin Family Cultivators behind him showed a fierce gleam in their eyes, swarming forward in full force.

Jin Zhiying and Zhuang Zhenxin also attacked at the same time, targeting Sun Anzhong and Sun Dingxian.

Jin Zhiying, with his Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivation, faced Sun Anzhong at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Level, while Zhuang Zhenxin and Sun Dingxian were both at the Foundation Establishment Eighth Level.

The four clashed fiercely in the high sky, and the remaining four Foundation Establishment Jin Family Cultivators besieged the lone Sun Family Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

For a moment, there were flashes of blade and sword light, talisman paper and spells all burst forth, and the entire Sun Family territory descended into chaos.

Jin Zhiying took out a three-foot-long blood-red blade that emanated a thick murderous aura, clearly a ferocious Second Order Magical Artifact.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Seeing the blood-red blade, Sun Anzhong's face turned extremely solemn.

The Jin Family's Second Order Attack Artifact, the Thousand Blood Blade, was notorious for its powerful attacks, and many Foundation Establishment Cultivators had died under its edge.

Being already outmatched in cultivation by Jin Zhiying, he naturally faced great danger in the face of such a vicious weapon.

As Jin Zhiying slashed three times in succession, transforming the strikes into three blood-colored dragon-shaped Blade Qi, they sliced towards Sun Anzhong.

Sun Anzhong, not daring to be careless, brought out a black small shield to block the dragon-shaped Blade Qi.

Three explosive sounds...

Sun Anzhong's face turned pale as he churned with blood, the single attack significantly shaking his mind and spirit.

Steadying himself, Sun Anzhong began to counterattack.

Before they knew it, the two had exchanged over a dozen rounds of blows, and relying on a large quantity of Second Order talismans, Sun Anzhong temporarily held off Jin Zhiying.

If Sun Dingxian could defeat Zhuang Zhenxin in time, there was still a possibility of repelling the enemy.

Meanwhile, Sun Dingxian's situation was also dire.

As a Second Order Array Master, Zhuang Zhenxin possessed many magical treasures. Although the two shared the same cultivation level, Sun Dingxian had significantly fewer artifacts and quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

What was more critical was that, although the Sun Family had nearly two hundred clan members in the battle, there were too few Foundation Establishment Cultivators to hold the line.

The sole Foundation Establishment Cultivator, besieged by Jin Zhison and two others, was already severely injured and wouldn't last long before being killed.

At this point, without the protection of the formation, the Sun Family was completely on the defensive.

As time slowly passed, Jin Zhison struck with full force, releasing three Blade Qi. After a wretched scream, the Sun Family's Foundation Establishment Cultivator fell.

Freely joining Jin Zhiying's fray, Jin Zhison immediately helped to overwhelm their opponents.

Jin Zhiying delivered a powerful strike, flinging Sun Anzhong dozens of feet away. He struggled to his feet, his face completely white as he spat mouthfuls of fresh blood.

With Sun Anzhong retreating step by step, the Sun Family crumbled completely.

Knowing that all was lost, Sun Anzhong secretly transmitted a message to Sun Dingxian.

"Dingxian, the game is up, and the Sun Family has reached a dead end. The few clan members with great potential have already left. In any case, I won't live much longer. In a moment, I will take the Blood Spirit Pill and hold them off for a while; you must escape immediately. As long as the green hills last, there'll be wood to burn!"

Hearing Sun Anzhong's secret transmission, Sun Dingxian's face turned deathly pale, realizing his own injuries, the desperate state of the Sun Family, and knowing that continuing to fight would not change the outcome; escaping was a helpless move.

"Ninth Uncle, rest assured, I won't let our family's lineage be cut off!"

Sun Dingxian's eyes shown with resolution as he looked towards Sun Anzhong and began to transmit his message.

Sun Anzhong, thus resolved, took out a red elixir from his storage bag and swallowed it.