Two months passed in a flash.

Above the plaza of the Qinghua Sect's mountain gate, clouds churned.

One after another, fierce giant warships hovered in the sky, their hulls forged from Profound Iron mixed with Deep Sea Sunken Wood, each extending a hundred meters long.

The bows were carved with lifelike depictions of Flood Dragons spitting beads, reflecting a cold metallic gleam under the sunlight.

The sect banners hung on either side of the ships, the word "Qinghua" embroidered in gold at the center of the black flags, flapping loudly in the wind.

The cultivators aboard wore uniform magic robes, their azure garments embroidered with silver cloud patterns, and at their waists hung standard Communication Jade Orders while they held various well-coordinated magical artifacts.

The cultivators in the front row held giant shields shimmering with spirit light, while those in the back carried continuous crossbow arrows.

Additionally, dedicated cultivators on the deck arranged defense arrays using array discs, an orderly formation exuding a murderous aura.

Chen Sheng stood on the viewing platform, his gaze sweeping over the military formation below, nodding slightly.

Second Senior Brother Li Guishou and Third Senior Brother Li Yuan both donned bright silver battle armor, engraved with defense runes and gleaming under the sunlight.

They stood with hands behind their backs at the forefront of the flagship's bow, their eyes sharp as eagles, exuding the demeanor of commanders.

Zhao Jinhua and Huang Qingxu were also among the ranks, each leading a small squad.

Zhao Jinhua wielded a heavy hammer, his expression grave, while Huang Qingxu carried a crescent blade on his back, determination evident in his eyes.

Chen Sheng knew these two had resolved fiercely—not only themselves but their entire families had they staked.

Once the sect's first batch of cultivator armies departed, to further expand the battlefront, they would definitely issue clearing orders to the surrounding Foundation Establishment families, summoning more cultivators to participate in the expansion.

And Zhao Jinhua and Huang Qingxu had secured the clearing order for their entire clans, selling off their spirit fields and shops for spirit stones to purchase elixir pills and magical artifacts.

At this moment, their clansmen were on the accompanying transport ships, determinedly going forward.

…

Just then, a dazzling golden light shot from the direction of the main peak, like a meteor, landing on the platform.

The golden light dissipated, revealing the figure of Master Sect Leader Hua Taixuan. He wore a purple daoist robe, a jade belt around his waist, his countenance commanding, sweeping his gaze across the venue.

Hua Taixuan waved his sleeve, and a massive light screen unfurled mid-air, displaying scenes from the Western Border battlefield.

Chen Jiang Hall Master, wielding a blood-colored array banner, alongside Dragon Void Daoist and others, besieged the Green Horn King, the flashes from the Heaven-Flipping Seal colliding with the Demon King illuminated the entire valley…

Chen Sheng glanced at the light screen, understanding dawned in his heart.

Their master, Dragon Void Daoist, had been in seclusion for several months; now it seemed he had indeed gone to the Western Border ahead of time.

In this grand era of cultivation, the magical combat of the high-level powers was the absolute force determining the battle situation.

It was precisely the thunderous actions of the elite that established superiority, allowing subsequent cultivator armies to enter the fray, further expanding the results.

If they failed, there would be no grand army expedition, only one path left—hasty retreat, defending the sect, Immortal City Array!

The scenes on the light screen grew increasingly intense, showcasing the surge of power from Chen Jiang Hall Master when he unleashed the Blood Burst Technique, and the furious roars of the Green Horn King making a desperate counterattack, all vividly before everyone's eyes.

The cultivators present gradually showed excited eyes, involuntarily tightening their grips on their magical artifacts.

At this moment, Hua Taixuan's voice rang out.

Though not loud, it penetrated clearly into each cultivator's ears, carrying a power that moved hearts:

"A month ago, Chen Jiang Hall Master led several Master Fake Pills to sweep through the Western Border, achieving remarkable victories."

He paused, his gaze becoming extremely solemn:

"The three Great Demon Kings of the Western Border have all been slain!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators on the warship, on the verge of expedition, immediately erupted into low cheers!

Hua Taixuan raised his hand slightly, prompting the crowd to swiftly quiet down again, but the excitement in their eyes remained unmasked.

The victory achieved by elite powers essentially signified victory in this clearing operation, where they now faced only Tier Two Great Demons, significantly reducing the level of danger.

Zhao Jinhua and Huang Qingxu exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with joy—their gamble seemed to have paid off this time.

Hua Taixuan's voice suddenly turned stern: "Silence!"

The entire audience instantly fell silent.

Hua Taixuan's voice carried a hint of sorrow:

"Chen Jiang Hall Master, fearless and courageous, slew two Demon Kings, ultimately staining the Western Border with blood, sacrificing himself to severely injure the White Tiger Demon King, earning great merit."

"Mourn for him for a quarter of an hour."

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed their heads, the plaza silent except for the whimpering wind passing through the ship masts.

The Chen Clan members beside them were struck with grief, eyes reddened.

Chen Sheng, upon hearing, also sighed softly.

…

A full quarter of an hour later.

Hua Taixuan continued:

"To reward Chen Jiang Hall Master's achievements, the sect grants a portion of Profound Water True Crystal, a Tier Three Demon Pill, a Tier Three Spiritual Vein…"

"I, as the sect's representative, vow that the Chen Clan shall prosper unfailingly for two hundred years!"

"All who venture forth to expand, as long as you render meritorious service, shall equally receive Core Formation Spiritual Objects, Tier Two Spiritual Land, Foundation Establishment Pills. I hope everyone fights with unreserved courage!"

With the end of his speech, the cultivators aboard the warship instantly became high-spirited with fervor.

Zhao Jinhua and Huang Qingxu exchanged glances, barely able to suppress their excitement.

At this moment.

Li Guishou suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, pointing it skyward, shouting loudly: "Fight with unreserved courage!"

Li Yuan followed closely, his voice ringing to the heavens:

"Fight with unreserved courage!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

Soon, the cultivators on the warships responded in unison, their voices like turbulent waves sweeping over the entire mountain gate, causing even the clouds in the sky to roll.

Hua Taixuan nodded in satisfaction, thought to himself about the usable morale, and then shouted aloud, "The army sets out!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of war drums rang out, dull and powerful, as if striking at everyone's hearts.

The giant ship slowly rose into the air, the spirit crystal engine at its stern bursting with dazzling light, dragging a long tail of light, and grandly heading towards the Western Border.

…

Inside the Hidden Dragon Cave Mansion, the pill fragrance lingered.

Chen Sheng, Fang Lingxiao, and Wu Lingshuang sat around the jade table, discussing the expedition ceremony that had recently taken place.

Fang Lingxiao sighed, "The sect really has great ambitions, even bringing out the Profound Water True Crystal."

The Profound Water True Crystal is a rare Core Formation Spiritual Object that can increase the chance of Core Formation by twenty percent, and has always been tightly controlled by the lineage of the Main Peak Sect Leader.

Being able to bring it out for reward now is indeed a surprising move!

Chen Sheng nodded slightly:

"Elder Chen has illustrious achievements, having nearly fought to the death to eliminate most of the three Demon Kings, laying the foundation for the Western Border's battle situation; this reward is well-deserved."

Wu Lingshuang was more focused on the Tier Three Demon Pill and the guarantee of two hundred years of prosperity:

"With this two-hundred-year guarantee, plus that Tier Three Demon Pill, it's likely the Chen Clan could produce another Master Fake Pill."

Fang Lingxiao nodded in agreement:

"The possibility is very high, the sect gave out such a promise because they see this potential."

Chen Sheng also nodded, as a Seed of Core Formation, his information is more detailed.

As he knows, Elder Chen Jiang has a Core Formation Seed with an Earth Grade Spiritual Root by his side, who is now at Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation.

With such aptitude, once Foundation Establishment Perfection is achieved, combined with the Tier Three Demon Pill, there is a seventy percent chance of advancing to the Fake Pill Realm.

Fang Lingxiao changed the subject:

"Alright, this matter has little to do with us, let's just hope the two senior brothers can fulfill their wishes. By the way, how's the subsequent refining of the Clear Miasma Jade Dew Pill?"

At the mention of this, Wu Lingshuang immediately showed an excited expression and took out a jade scroll:

"Don't worry, three teams are working round the clock, and the first batch from the Foreign Affairs Hall has been completed on time. Subsequent orders are also being rushed."

The jade scroll recorded detailed accounts, dense numbers dazzling to the eye.

Fang Lingxiao frowned, he never had the patience to read these.

Chen Sheng laughed heartily, "Just directly tell him how much he earned."

Wu Lingshuang picked up the account and read aloud:

"The first batch of orders had a profit of nine hundred seventy thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones, Fang True Inheritor received twenty percent, totaling one hundred ninety-four thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones."

Fang Lingxiao immediately broke into a smile, "Not bad, not bad, still making money with Old Qi!"

Chen Sheng also seemed quite satisfied with this number.

This is just the first batch of orders, as the pioneering deepens, the quantity of orders will only grow larger, and they could easily handle orders of millions of elixir pills.

…

Meanwhile, at the residence of the He Clan in Qingyang Mountain Range, Fenghua Immortal City.

He Manlou stood in the hall, holding the latest war report, showing a sigh of admiration on his face:

"Elder Chen is truly a model for our generation! The Chen Clan's glory will last for several hundred years again!"

He immediately gathered the clan's old patriarchs, stood in the meeting hall, and announced aloud:

"According to the pioneering routine, the first batch is sect cultivators, and the second batch is us, the affiliated noble families."

"This time, I will lead a group of clan members to personally go to the Western Border for pioneering."

The venue fell silent.

Over the years.

He Manlou, relying on the strength of the Body Refining Fifth Layer and the status of a Tier Two Refiner, had established the foundations in Qingyang Mountain Range.

Afterwards, he skillfully secured friendships from all directions, allowing the clan to develop steadily, and even introduced the Dragon Vein Inheritance, holding high prestige within the clan.

But the clan's current development is good, most people don't want to partake in the dangerous pioneering, and could only remain silent.

He Qiankun, as the clan's only two Foundation Establishment cultivators, spoke up with determination:

"Patriarch, you are the stabilizing needle of the clan, why not let me lead this expedition?"

He Manlou snorted coldly, "Let you? With your meager skills in magical combat, you'll just lead the clan members to their deaths."

His gaze swept over the crowd:

"I know your thoughts, too long settled, you don't want to fight!"

"But I tell you, Qingyang Mountain is ultimately just a Tier Two Lower Grade Spirit Vein, not conducive to the clan's long-term development."

"Sect pioneering happens once in several hundred years, opportunities are rare. I will personally go, and open up another foundation to establish the clan's legacy for centuries."

He Manlou looked at He Qiankun with a slightly softened tone:

"You remain stationed at Qingyang steadily; if I meet misfortune, you must ensure the clan's continuation."

Speaking up to this point, He Qiankun could only bow and comply, "Qiankun obeys!"

Facing He Manlou's firm leadership, the old patriarchs in the venue nodded in agreement.

He Manlou, seeing this, nodded in satisfaction, and began arranging the various things for pioneering.

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