The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 188 Valley Raid

"Shuang'er, Yan Shui, look after Mo Xue and Uncle."

Yun Yantian gave a quick command before leaping out of the carriage. In one swift motion, he seized the reins and lashed the whip across the horses' flanks.

The steeds neighed sharply, their cries piercing the air, before galloping forward with unmatched speed, pulling the carriage away from the chaos.

Meanwhile, Li Qing's figure transformed into a streak of light, propelling him into the sky.

With a surge of spiritual energy coursing through him, an overwhelming aura radiated outward, crashing down like an unstoppable tide upon the mountain ridges below.

The beasts surging down from the mountains—mere low-tier demons at the Embryo Breath Realm—were instantly pinned to the ground under the sheer weight of his unleashed might. Many crumbled beneath the divine pressure, their forms exploding into clouds of blood mist, which dispersed into the surrounding forest.

In an instant, the scent of blood engulfed the mountains. Chunks of mangled flesh rained down across the woodland like grotesque confetti, turning the serene forest into a vision of hell.

Yet, despite Li Qing's terrifying display, some of the beasts managed to evade his suppression. Their wild eyes locked onto the fleeing carriage, and with frenzied howls, they charged in pursuit.

"You think you can escape? Not so easily!"

High above, Li Qing observed the surviving beasts veering toward the carriage. His gaze turned icy as his sleeve flicked sharply. Razor-sharp currents of energy shot forth, streaking through the air like deadly blades.

Slash!

Thud!

The currents tore through the horde below, each one striking true like a rain of arrows. Heads burst like overripe fruit, spilling crimson and gray in equal measure.

One by one, the demon beasts crumbled, their monstrous forms collapsing lifelessly into the blood-soaked ground.

"So many beasts... Who could have summoned them?"

Li Qing descended slightly, his expression dark as he surveyed the carnage below. But before he could find answers, another wave of shadowy figures loomed from the ridge—a swarm of monstrous birds shrieking as they dove toward him.

"Courting death!"

Li Qing's voice thundered as he unleashed a pulse of spiritual power. A shield of protective energy solidified around him, shimmering like an invisible fortress.

The diving birds collided with it headfirst, their skulls shattering on impact. Blood and brains splattered against the shimmering barrier, staining it a sinister red.

And yet, the horde did not relent. Driven by some maddening force, the beasts hurtled toward him, crashing into the barrier like a relentless tide.

One after another, their bodies broke and fell, lifeless forms plummeting to the forest below. The earth trembled under the impact of their corpses, crushing trees and stirring clouds of dust.

"While Li Qing is tied up with those beasts, move now!"

In the shadows, Xia Changqing observed the scene from a safe distance. Seeing Li Qing occupied, he issued a swift command.

The rogue cultivators under his lead vanished into the wilderness, racing toward the fleeing carriage.

"So, the Xia Clan of Tongshan has finally decided to make their move..."

Driving the carriage, Yun Yantian glanced back at the battle above. He saw Master Li entangled in the swarm of flying demons, unable to break free for the moment. A cold glint flickered in Yantian's eyes.

Though he did not know who orchestrated the attack, his suspicions were clear.

"I thought the Xia Clan would focus on tending to their fallen patriarch's remains after his death.

But it seems they are determined to see this through to the bitter end..."

"Don't jump to conclusions without proof," Yun Yunyang said, parting the carriage curtains to speak, his expression grim.

"Uncle, it must be them!" Yun Yanshuang retorted sharply.

"Enough. Yantian, get us to safety first. You and Shuang'er should assist Master Li. His safety is paramount."

"Actually, if this really is the Xia Clan's doing, we should be more concerned about Yantian than Master Li," Bai Li Xue interjected.

Her calm yet chilling tone gave pause to everyone in the carriage.

"They're likely targeting Yantian. Master Li is just a distraction."

Yun Yunyang fell silent, his thoughts heavy with unspoken concerns.

"She's right, Uncle."

"In that case," Yunyang finally said, his voice measured, "we must escape to a safe place as quickly as possible. Once we're beyond their reach, the Xia Clan will have no choice but to retreat, and Master Li will be out of danger."

Though his words were composed, deep down, Yun Yunyang harbored the same suspicions. The Xia Clan's shadow loomed heavy over this ambush.

As Yun Yantian drove the carriage into a narrow mountain valley, a deafening rumble suddenly echoed from one side of the cliffs.

Without warning, massive boulders, each the size of a millstone, came tumbling down from above. They crashed onto the path ahead, blocking the road completely and trapping the carriage.

"Move!"

From the shadows of the valley, ten black-clad, masked cultivators emerged. Seeing their trap succeed, they tightened their grip on gleaming spirit weapons and descended toward the carriage like vultures.

Spiritual energy crackled as their weapons glowed ominously, sending arcs of deadly force hurtling toward Yun Yantian and his vehicle in a ferocious barrage.

"Shuang'er, protect Uncle and the others!"

Sensing the incoming assault, Yun Yantian grabbed his Cloud-Pattern Spear and launched himself into the air.

With a powerful sweep of his spear, he unleashed the first technique of the Hundred Battles Spear Art—Thousand Armies Charge.

A devastating wave of spear energy surged outward, like an unstoppable army tearing through enemy ranks. It clashed with the incoming barrage, neutralizing the combined attack of the ten assailants in an instant.

Pivoting off a protruding rock on the valley wall, Yun Yantian propelled himself even higher. His spear thrust forward with explosive force, piercing through the chest of the closest masked attacker. Blood spurted in all directions, splattering his face.

With a flick of his spear, he flung the lifeless body into the depths of the valley. The corpse landed with a sickening splat, reduced to nothing more than a mangled heap of flesh.

"This one's spear technique is terrifying—on par with that of a Qi Refinement realm cultivator! Be cautious!"

The leader of the masked cultivators, his face shadowed but his tone grim, shouted a warning as he watched Yun Yantian charge forward. The young spear-wielder had already shattered their combined assault and slain one of their own with unsettling ease.

As a precaution, the leader drew several spirit talismans, activating them with a flick of his hand.

From the talismans, radiant shield lights materialized, forming an array of golden barriers. They descended like colossal bowls, aiming to trap Yun Yantian beneath their crushing weight.

"Shuang'er, go assist your brother Yantian!"

In the carriage, Yun Yunyang called out anxiously. Watching his nephew fight ten enemies alone, he feared the young man would be overwhelmed.

"But Uncle, you, Big Brother, and Sister Baili are still in the carriage!"

"I'll protect us. Focus on aiding Yantian!"

Baili Moxue, her face pale and her hands trembling from her injuries, gripped her longsword tightly.

"Elder Sister Baili, your wounds haven't healed yet. Be careful," Yun Yanshuang said softly before stepping out of the carriage, her Qing Shuang Sword gleaming as she rushed to join the battle.

At that very moment, a deafening screech pierced the air.

A flock of ferocious demon birds descended from above, their sharp eyes locking onto the carriage below. With predatory cries, they dove straight down.

Baili Moxue, struggling against her injuries, tried to raise her sword, but her strength faltered. She could only watch in despair as one of the demon birds slashed through the carriage with its razor-sharp talons, overturning it completely.

Inside, Yun Yunyang, Yun Yan Shui, and Baili Xue were thrown to the ground, tumbling out of the shattered carriage in a chaotic heap.

Yun Yunyang narrowly avoided colliding with a large rock, saved at the last moment by a subtle burst of force from Yun Yan Shui.

Unbeknownst to the others, Yun Yan Shui had also shielded Baili Xue as they fell, ensuring she didn't notice his intervention.

As the carriage tumbled perilously close to a deep pit at the edge of the valley, Yun Yan Shui acted quickly. Moving like a phantom, he carried both his uncle and Baili Xue to a hidden cave within the valley, out of sight of the attackers.

He had noticed this cave earlier, during a quick survey of the area, and now it served as the perfect hiding spot.

"Tongshan Xia Clan…"

After ensuring his uncle and Baili Xue were secure, Yun Yan Shui stood at the mouth of the cave. From his vantage point, he could see his sister and Yun Yantian locked in fierce combat with the masked attackers.

Demon beasts and birds were also swarming in from all sides, their numbers growing at an alarming rate. The overwhelming onslaught was putting the duo in a precarious situation.

"The beasts... Master Li was right. Their arrival isn't natural. Someone is pulling the strings from the shadows.

If we don't find and eliminate the one controlling them, these attacks will never end. No matter how many beasts we kill, it won't be enough."

Muttering to himself, Yun Yan Shui's figure blurred and disappeared into the darkness like a wraith.

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