Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 542 - 412: Win Big, Lose Small_2

However, they dared not object. They accepted their orders one after another, even though none of them had sensed an approaching external enemy. They all knew very well that Hong Yuan’s title, "Bee Taoist," was not unearned; it was forged from the blood and tears of countless Martial Arts Heavenly Talents!

「At this moment.」

Only Hong Yuan remained alone inside the ancient war chariot. Bathed in moonlight, Hong Yuan, dressed in a dark Taoist robe, sat in the main seat, looking somewhat solitary.

Peak Master Hong’s presence has become increasingly profound. If not for the suppression of the Reverse Saint Array, he would have probably become a Saint already... Outside, Elder Lan held a blue spear, silently thinking to himself.

He looked ahead. What kind of being will come?

Not long after, Elder Lan suddenly felt a chill permeate his body.

It was at this instant that his pupils contracted sharply. This is bad, he thought.

With his fifth-order advanced cultivation, a mere Cold Wind should not have been enough to send such a shiver down his spine.

"HOWL..."

"HOWL... HOWL..."

A series of wails and roars echoed.

Under the moonlight, a dense swarm of Golden Arrow Gryphons became visible. These Golden Arrow Gryphons had slender, agile bodies. Their inverted golden feathers resembled sharp swords. Their black eyes and hard talons emanated a cold, ruthless light.

The Ten Thousand Beast Swarm!

The Golden Arrow Gryphon Beast Group!

Moreover, based solely on Elder Lan’s perception, there wasn’t just one Beast King among them, but likely six or more. The sky, at this moment, had transformed into a golden ocean.

Subconsciously, Elder Lan recalled Hong Yuan’s advance warning and couldn’t help but shudder. If not for Hong Yuan’s warning, they likely would have lost one or two fellow sect members. But then, Elder Lan couldn’t help but wonder: just how unfathomable was Hong Yuan’s strength?

Truly, his great reputation is well-deserved, Elder Lan admired inwardly. He then gripped the blue spear tightly, ready to face the Golden Arrow Gryphon Beast Group with composure.

Elder Lan wasn’t the only one shaken by Hong Yuan’s advance warning; the other elders and True Transmission disciples assigned tasks were also secretly alarmed.

Hong Yuan’s strength... could it be infinitely close to that of a Saint!?

"The strength of this body of mine..." Inside the war chariot, Hong Yuan gently clenched his fist, observing his dark Taoist robe. The dark Taoist robe was an exceptionally special Beast Taming space, containing Hong Yuan’s army of one hundred thousand Bee Beast Worms!

Currently, the strength of this body of his was at its absolute peak. Under the restrictions of the Reverse Saint Array, likely only Great Dream Seeds of the same realm could contend with him, and even then, they would have to be among the top three. Even if the Dragon Sun Emperor’s Child, East Supreme Saint, were to face Hong Yuan under the Reverse Saint Array, the outcome would be uncertain. As for the West Dream Tiger Desolate Beast, Hong Yuan paid it even less heed.

And this was the confidence Hong Yuan possessed to suppress everything!!!

The Mythical Sound Pavilion was one of the Overlord Sects in the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent. Its strength and foundation were second only to formidable sects like the Phoenix Creek Sect and the Qinglu Taoist Temple. Most cultivators from this sect were handsome men and beautiful women who primarily practiced Sound Tao. The sect once produced a Sound Tao Quasi-Emperor whose "Song of the Great Wind" Divine Power inflicted great suffering upon the Demon Clan’s chosen of Destiny in that era. Shang Yaoqin, one of the nine Great Dream Seeds of this era, hailed from this sect.

However, the Mythical Sound Pavilion was not faring well these days. After the Wu Earth Sect was destroyed by the Daxuan Dynasty, the latter had already set its sights directly on it. If they failed to deal with the ferocious West Dream Tiger Desolate Beast, the Mythical Sound Pavilion would likely share the Wu Earth Sect’s fate.

「Morning.」

The sky was a dull gray, and a light, continuous rain pattered against the cobblestones. From the top floor of a three-story pavilion, waves of melancholic and bitter music drifted out.

"Wuxi, don’t worry, the Mythical Sound Pavilion will definitely be preserved," Lin Bu Jing consoled as he listened to Qiu Wuxi’s music. He lifted the stone bowl in front of him and gulped down the fiery liquor within.

Opposite Lin Bu Jing sat Qiu Wuxi. Her beautiful face and icy demeanor exuded a powerful, unapproachable aura. Qiu Wuxi was the Army Chief of the Mystical Sound Army, a rank equivalent to Lin Bu Jing, the Army Chief of the Phoenix Creek Army Group. During their time together, they had supported and rescued each other, gradually developing a bond that surpassed ordinary camaraderie.

"Bu Jing, it’s not that I’m overthinking. The fate of our sect rests on my shoulders, and that West Dream Tiger is truly terrifying. If only the Supreme Elders had also captured a Dream Tao Desolate Beast..." Qiu Wuxi lowered her gaze, her brows furrowed, as her delicate fingers brushed over the qin strings.

Lin Bu Jing listened, fell silent for a moment, then slowly rose and moved closer to Qiu Wuxi.

At this moment, Elder Dan, in his sea of consciousness, quietly reminded him, Bu Jing, are you really going to undermine Hong Yuan? Hong Yuan is only immersed in cultivation; he’s not ignorant of human relations and worldly matters...

Lin Bu Jing silently replied:

Master, a man must do what he must and not do what he mustn’t. If I can win Qiu Wuxi over to my side, the chances of preventing Hong Yuan from seizing power will greatly increase. It would be best if Hong Yuan unwittingly acts as our muscle. That way, I can firmly control the authority within the Sect Alliance. After the war, I can leverage the potent Luck Tao influencing me to better survive the Saint Achievement Immortal Transcending Tribulation. I can do it, and so can Qiu Wuxi. Furthermore, I have recently fused three more Strange Fires, bringing my total to thirty-seven. The power of my ’Ten Thousand Fires Burn the Sky’ Divine Power has increased significantly. Even confronting the West Dream Tiger Desolate Beast is not an issue for me now, let alone Hong Yuan. We are Martial Cultivators; this level of strength and cultivation realm isn’t achieved by idly staying at home!

Elder Dan, hearing this, still felt somewhat uneasy. But seeing Lin Bu Jing, who was already showing his emerging prominence, he said nothing more.

Actually, Elder Dan preferred Lin Bu Jing to lie low for the time being, even if it meant temporarily ceding control of the Phoenix Creek Army Group to Hong Yuan. He could tell that Hong Yuan was not someone who clung to power. He reasoned there was a high probability Hong Yuan would depart after resolving the West Dream Tiger matter. At that point, control of the Phoenix Creek Army Group would naturally revert to Lin Bu Jing.

However, as Lin Bu Jing’s strength increased and his horizons broadened, he couldn’t resist the urge to challenge Hong Yuan.

Elder Dan pondered. On the path of Luck Tao, following the flow brings fortune, while resisting it invites disaster. War breeds chaos and calamity. Becoming an Army Chief undoubtedly offers immense benefits, but it also means shouldering a tremendous burden of negative karma from the conflict. He looked up at Lin Bu Jing, who was laughing and joking with Qiu Wuxi. Could it be that Bu Jing’s mind has been clouded by this negative karma!?

After some thought, Elder Dan held back his words. He was confident that even if Lin Bu Jing suffered further setbacks at Hong Yuan’s hands, he could help Lin Bu Jing rise swiftly again. Moreover, Lin Bu Jing was no longer the ignorant youth from Maple Leaf City.

He chose to trust Lin Bu Jing this time.

If Lin Bu Jing truly managed to suppress Hong Yuan, the momentum he would gather would be extraordinary. It would signify Lin Bu Jing overcoming his ’Hong Yuan’ Martial Arts demonic impediment. Should that happen, Lin Bu Jing’s future cultivation path would become significantly smoother. It was a gamble with potentially immense returns. Why not take the gamble? What if it succeeded?

Bu Jing has grown up. Once this matter is resolved, it might be time for me to leave...

Elder Dan smiled faintly, then brought his palms together and calmly closed his eyes.

Regardless, Elder Dan firmly believed that Lin Bu Jing, forged in blood and fire, was fundamentally different from someone like Hong Yuan—a flower nurtured in a greenhouse. In terms of mentality alone, Elder Dan believed Lin Bu Jing surpassed Hong Yuan by far. Lin Bu Jing could withstand facing Hong Yuan, even if it meant a series of failures. However, if Hong Yuan were defeated by Lin Bu Jing even once, Lin Bu Jing would undergo a complete ’metamorphosis.’

If Hong Yuan knew what Elder Dan and Lin Bu Jing were thinking, he would surely scoff. This kind of mentality, isn’t it just like in esports: ’a win is a jackpot, a loss is no loss at all?’

Yet, those who harbor such an attitude often end up losing disastrously!