“Fellow Daoists. The strategy has been roughly laid out. Now, please act, summon your disciples, and prepare for battle. I hope all of you will work together to repel the Demon invaders in one fell swoop.”
Shortly after, Lei Guang Sanren said this expressionlessly. The crowd bid farewell and left the main hall.
Zhang Ling stood up and was about to leave with his senior brother, Tianfeng, when he suddenly heard a voice transmission in his ear. He was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and saw Lei Guang Sanren looking at him, nodding.
“Junior Brother, what's wrong?” Old Ancestor Tianfeng beside him noticed the change in his expression and asked with doubt.
“It's nothing, Senior Brother. You and the other Daoists can return to the camp first,” Zhang Ling said with a smile.
Tianfeng also noticed Lei Guang Sanren's gaze at this moment, revealing a thoughtful expression. However, he didn't ask further, just nodded and left with the old Fire Spirit.
However, when leaving the main hall, Zhang Ling heard his senior brother's voice transmission again, warming his heart.
“Junior Brother, this battle is more dangerous than before. If the Council of Elders dispatches any dangerous missions, it's best not to agree. However, how you decide is up to you. Just be careful.”
“Don't worry, I know what I'm doing,” Zhang Ling replied, and with a sway, he sat back in his original position.
He also noticed that there were seven or eight other cultivators who hadn't left immediately like him. Most of them were in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Old Freak Poison Cloud, the golden-haired man from the True Yang Sect, and the Corpse Gu Sect's Griffon Old Ghost were also among them.
After the others left, the main hall fell into a brief silence.
Of course, besides these seven or eight people, three or four elders from the Council of Elders sitting around the central square table also remained.
In addition, Lei Guang Sanren, Old Devil Baihua, and True Person Yufeng, the three cultivators in the late-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, also hadn't left.
The fact that these people hadn't left clearly indicated that there were special arrangements for them.
Lei Guang Sanren had called him earlier, saying he wanted to discuss the supreme-grade water spirit stone and could stay to discuss it.
Sure enough, the next moment, Lei Guang Sanren looked at them and said, “The reason I asked you fellow Daoists to stay is to discuss important matters concerning this battle.
Some of you have special cultivation methods, or possess some kind of special divine ability, or have something that can help this battle. I hope you fellow Daoists can carry out a special mission. This matter has some danger, but if you are willing to participate, the spirit objects you need, our Immortal City will not be stingy.”
Hearing this, Zhang Ling and the others were not surprised.
“What special mission? Daoist Lei, just say it directly,” the golden-haired man couldn't hold back and immediately asked.
“Daoist Shi, please be patient.” Lei Guang Sanren's eyes flickered a few times, and his expression became serious.
“Although the Demon race's power is slightly weaker than ours, they have also gathered hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators this time, which should not be underestimated. Although it is still not as many as our high-level cultivators, the difference will not be too much. Moreover, there is a hidden force helping them.
They deliberately created this Immortal City defense battle, although on the surface it looks like they want to gamble with us, there must be some kind of conspiracy. Although we have made detailed deployments, it is impossible to be comprehensive in everything, and the outcome is still unknown.”
Hearing this, Zhang Ling and the others looked at each other. These old monsters were constantly paying attention to the current battle situation, but they had never heard of any hidden forces.
“Hidden forces? Is Daoist Lei saying that we have traitors on our side?” Griffon Old Ghost touched his nose, as if he had thought of something and asked.
However, Lei Guang Sanren shook his head. “Although some cultivators on our side have sided with the Demon race, they are just a few scattered cultivators. Although there are also a few old monsters, they are not worth worrying about. We have not yet found out what that special force is, we only know that most of them cultivate ghost techniques.”
Zhang Ling frowned. Ghost techniques? That's the group of Ghost Face Youth.
“So, given these factors, our Council of Elders has decided that we want you fellow Daoists to form a secret team to infiltrate the Demon race's base camp and destroy their resource reserves.”
“What? Infiltrate the Demon race's base camp? That's too dangerous,” a hanging-eyed old man sitting to the left of Zhang Ling immediately turned ugly.
“Hmph, infiltrate their base camp? Even the three of you would have a hard time protecting yourselves. I'm afraid I can't accompany you,” another old man with a red birthmark on his face snorted and stood up, seemingly intending to leave.
“Fellow Daoist Yin Guang, don't you care about the second half of this ancient secret technique, the Stealth Art? The Council of Elders has already prepared this technique for you.”
Elder Lu flashed a light in his hand and a jade box appeared. With a snap, the jade box opened, and inside was an ancient jade slip.
“Don't try to fool me with a broken jade slip. The Stealth Art is a secret technique passed down in my Yin family, and it was lost ten thousand years ago with the seventh patriarch of my Yin family. How could it be in your hands?” The hanging-eyed old man immediately stopped, turned his head to look at the jade slip, and said coldly.
Zhang Ling could still see the old man trembling slightly, releasing a faint wisp of divine sense to scan the jade slip.
However, the jade slip was covered with a layer of gray light, obviously with a restriction. Naturally, it was not easy to check the information inside.
Zhang Ling didn't recognize this person, but hearing Elder Lu call out this person's name, Old Man Yin, he immediately thought of a cultivation family, the Yin family.
The Yin family has a great reputation. It is a reclusive cultivation family. The specific family residence is unknown. It is extremely secretive.
It is said that in the past ten thousand years, the Yin family has continued to inherit, and there have been Nascent Soul ancestors in every period. The Yin family also has a unique skill, proficient in formations, and is a rare family that inherits formations.
Currently, it seems that there are two Nascent Soul old monsters. This Old Man Yin Guang is the head of the Yin family. Although his cultivation is only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his reputation is very great.
“As far as Lu knows, the Stealth Art was originally inherited from a mysterious ancient sect, the Dark Star Palace. Your Yin family seems to have come from the Dark Star Palace.”
Hearing this, Old Man Yin Guang's face turned ugly. However, then Elder Lu said, “Fellow Daoist Yin, you can check the authenticity of this item now.”
Elder Lu smiled and pointed at the jade box in his hand. The light on the ancient jade slip inside dissipated, and the jade box flashed, turning into white light and floating in front of Yin Guang.
Yin Guang hesitated for a moment, then immediately grabbed the jade slip and checked it. His face became uncertain.
After a while, the old man slowly closed the jade box. “Okay, I can agree to this operation. However, I want you to swear a blood oath that you will not pass this technique on to others.”
“That's natural. This technique is inherently profound, and if it weren't for a formation master, it would be difficult to comprehend through cultivation,” Elder Lu immediately agreed.
