Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 138 Eagle Falling Gorge

On the fifteenth day of the march, at noon.

Lin Chen's carriage stopped on a hillside five miles outside of Luoyingjian.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and he ate an apple while squinting at the precipitous canyon ahead, which looked like a crack in the earth.

"Is this the Eagle Falling Gorge?" Lin Chen asked vaguely.

Zhuge Liang stood beside the carriage, pointing his feather fan towards the canyon: "Exactly."

My lord, please look, this gorge is about ten miles long, and at its narrowest point, it can only accommodate two riders abreast. The mountain walls on both sides are as if they were cut by a knife and axe, and are over a hundred feet high.

This place has been a strategically important location since ancient times, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Qin Shuyan, who was organizing documents in the car, looked up when she heard this: "Eighth Brother, are we really going in?"

"Go in, why aren't you going in?" Lin Chen spat out the apple core and wiped his hands.

"Master Cui and the elders of the Netherworld Sect have worked so hard to set up this grand formation. If we don't go and support them, it would be disrespectful."

Xiao Yulou, dressed in a smart outfit with a sword at his waist, said with heroic spirit:

"Eighth Brother, I have already sent the Heavenly Guards to scout ahead. There are at least three thousand men lying in ambush on both sides of the canyon, and there are traces of rolling stones and logs on the mountain walls."

Furthermore... the atmosphere within the canyon is eerie, cold and deathly still, unlike anything ordinary.

Ye Qingying emerged from the shadows, holding a small, ancient bronze mirror in her hand.

This is the "Sky-Gazing Mirror" that Lin Chen gave her. It was seized from the Purple Robe Tower. Its ability to conceal and detect is enough to fool even late-stage Celestial Realm cultivators.

"Situ Ming has already laid out the core array eye of the Nine Nether Soul Refining Array deep within the canyon," Ye Qingying said in a cold voice.

"He was accompanied by more than twenty disciples of the Netherworld Sect, the lowest of whom were at the late stage of the Grandmaster level."

The Cui family's three thousand elite warriors were stationed at both ends of the canyon, while three Grandmaster-level warrior commanders were stationed in the middle.

Lin Chen took the Sky-Gazing Mirror, scanned it with his divine sense, and the scene inside the canyon appeared on the mirror.

Countless black-clad assassins lurked behind rocks and in caves, their eyes numb and their aura chilling.

Deep in the canyon, Situ Ming sat cross-legged on a natural stone platform, with nine blood-red array flags floating in front of him.

"The array flags are made of good material." Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Blood Fiend Wood, and it's a thousand years old. The Netherworld Sect is quite willing to invest."

Li Chunfeng smiled and said, "Your Majesty has excellent eyesight."

These nine array flags are indeed made of Bloodfiend Wood, refined using secret methods, and can draw upon the Yin energy of the earth's veins. If the array is completed, its power will certainly be considerable.

"Is Mr. Li confident in breaking the formation?" Lin Chen asked.

"Perfect," Li Chunfeng said calmly.

"Although this formation is exquisite, the person who set it up is not skilled enough, and the arrangement of the formation flags is also flawed."

Li has identified thirteen flaws that could be exploited at any time.

Lin Chen nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Zhuge Liang: "Mr. Kongming, is the Tiger Army ready?"

Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan lightly: "The Eight Vajras have divided the eight thousand Tiger Warriors into two teams as instructed by our lord."

A team led by Zhou Tong and Wang Meng cleared out the ambushing troops from the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon.

A team, personally led by General Zhao Zilong, escorted the central army straight into the canyon.

Five hundred of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, forming the vanguard, are already waiting three miles ahead.

"Great." Lin Chen stretched. "Shall we... go inside and have some fun?"

He lowered the carriage curtain and lay back down on the soft couch, resting his head on Qin Shuyan's lap:

"Third sister-in-law, give me a shoulder massage. I've been sitting in the car for half a day, and my back and waist are sore."

Qin Shuyan glared at him reproachfully, but still reached out to massage him.

Xiao Yulou and Ye Qingying exchanged a glance, both seeing the smile in each other's eyes.

The carriage slowly started moving and headed towards Luoyingjian.

Five hundred snow dragon riders rode ahead, their silver armor and iron cavalry creating a chilling and menacing scene.

The cavalrymen remained expressionless, but a hint of bloodlust flickered in their eyes.

Those were ferocious soldiers who had not tasted blood for a long time, yearning for the light of battle.

The Tiger Legion soldiers, on the other hand, appeared much more "relaxed," their formations were disorganized, and they were chatting and laughing, as if they were really going on a picnic.

Behind a huge rock at the entrance to the canyon.

A black-clad assassin lowered his voice: "Commander, they're here."

The leader of the assassins was a burly man with a scar on his face. He squinted at the outside of the valley and sneered:

"Just as the Second Master predicted, an arrogant army is bound to be defeated."

"Pass down the order: once the central army has fully entered the canyon, immediately seal off both ends and activate the grand formation!"

"yes!"

……

The carriage slowly drove into the canyon.

The light suddenly dimmed, and the towering mountain walls on both sides allowed only a sliver of skylight to penetrate.

A chilling wind blew through the valley, accompanied by the faint sound of ghostly wails.

Lin Chen yawned in the car:

"The atmosphere is well-created; the Netherworld Sect is quite good at creating an atmosphere."

Qin Shuyan was a little nervous, her hands unconsciously clenching. "Eighth Brother, why do I feel... a little cold?"

"The Yin energy of the formation is beginning to permeate," Li Chunfeng's voice came from outside the carriage. "My lord, should we break the formation now?"

"No rush," Lin Chen said with a smile. "Let's wait until they activate it before breaking it. Otherwise, how will we know how powerful this formation is?"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a deafening roar suddenly echoed from both ends of the canyon!

Countless boulders rolled down the mountainside, completely sealing off the entrance and exit!

Immediately afterwards, countless blood-red runes lit up on both sides of the canyon.

Nine blood-red array flags rose from the ground and floated in mid-air, forming a huge blood-red light shield that enveloped the entire canyon!

"Nine Nether Soul Refining Array - Activate!"

Situ Ming's voice came from the depths of the canyon, tinged with a hint of smugness:

"Lin Chen! This place will be your final resting place!"

Within the crimson light barrier, a chilling wind howled, and countless ghostly figures emerged, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on the army in the valley.

When those ghostly figures touched the Tiger Legion soldiers, they were directly shattered by the scorching blood and qi emanating from their bodies.

Martial artists of the lowest rank (sixth grade) possess yang energy and blood, which naturally counteracts yin and evil.

"That's it?" Lin Chen lifted the carriage curtain, looked at the ghostly figures filling the sky, and curled his lip.

"The Netherworld Sect's formations aren't all that great."

Situ Ming was stunned for a moment, then angrily said:

"Don't be so arrogant! The Soul Refining Array is not something you can underestimate!"

He formed a hand seal, and the nine battle flags shone with a brilliant crimson light.

The Yin energy within the protective barrier suddenly intensified tenfold, and the ghostly figures solidified like real people, actually forming a battle formation and launching an attack on the Tiger Legion.

At the same time, three thousand black-clad assassins appeared on the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon, drawing their bows and nocking arrows, the arrows wreathed in black malevolent energy.

"Release the arrows!"

Arrows rained down!

But the Tiger Legion soldiers were prepared; they raised their shields and formed a shield formation.

The arrows struck the shield, making a "clanging" sound, but could not penetrate it.

Zhou Tong, one of the Eight Vajras, laughed heartily.

"Guys, dinner's ready!"

With a flick of his spear, he charged towards the mountainside.

"Break the camp! Follow me to wipe out the left wing!"

"Trapped Camp, follow me to wipe out the right wing!" Wang Meng roared.

Two thousand elite soldiers pounced on the mountain walls on both sides like wolves and tigers, and fought with three thousand death warriors.

Although these assassins were fearless and their cultivation levels were generally between the seventh and fifth ranks, they were no match for the well-trained and well-formed Tiger Legion.

Upon first contact, they were routed and forced to retreat in disarray.

Upon seeing this, the three commanders of the assassins quickly took action.

All three were at the late stage of Grandmaster level, with strange and unpredictable techniques. When they made a move, black energy swirled around them, which could even corrode true energy.

But how easy is it for the Eight Vajras to achieve this?

Zhou Tong and Wang Meng each fought one person, and the remaining six formed a battle formation, surrounding the third commander.

"Tiger Warriors Battle Formation - Annihilation!"

The six long spears, like dragons emerging from the sea, filled the sky with spear shadows, instantly engulfing the Grandmaster-level assassin commander.

In less than three breaths, a scream rang out, and black blood splattered.

A Grandmaster in the late stage died!

The other two commanders were horrified when they saw this and tried to retreat, but they were held back by Zhou Tong and Wang Meng.

"Trying to leave? Did you ask for my gun first?!"

Zhou Tong grinned maliciously, his spear technique was wide and sweeping, each strike carrying a powerful blood energy, specifically designed to counter evil and sinister techniques.

Wang Meng was even more ferocious, piercing his opponent's shoulder blade with a spear and pinning him to the mountain wall, then smashing his head with a backhand punch.

In just a quarter of an hour, more than half of the three thousand elite soldiers were killed or wounded, and all three commanders were killed.

The battle on the mountainside was a one-sided, crushing victory.