“Patron, fate is heaven-bestowed; this is destiny itself.”
Wu Xin remained the same as always, smiling, as if everything in the world could not shake him.
He always wore a smiling expression towards everyone.
“No, I don’t have any fate with you.”
Seeing this, Ye Lin instinctively took a few steps back.
“Oh right, since you’re here, where are Jian Wushuang and the others?”
“They are at the third line of defense.”
Hearing Wu Xin’s words, Ye Lin thought to himself, ‘Good heavens, the third line of defense? Just how many lines of defense has Tianhe County established?’
“Patron, the Yao Race is coming fiercely this time, so our Tianhe County naturally has to make many preparations in advance. The third line of defense is also the last one.”
Seeing Ye Lin’s calm expression, Wu Xin explained.
“Patron, along the way, I saw many Nameless Mountain Outer Sect Disciples. Is Nameless Mountain making any big moves?”
At this moment, Wu Xin suddenly leaned close to Ye Lin and whispered.
For a transcendent power like Nameless Mountain, any action it takes is enough to shock the world.
Every small movement contains deep meaning.
“It’s nothing much, just a mission that requires us to help Tianhe County resist the Yao Race invasion.”
Seeing Wu Xin’s demeanor, Ye Lin explained indifferently.
“Patron, tomorrow is the day the Yao Race arrives. What do you think, how many chances of victory does our Tianhe County have this time?”
Wu Xin turned to look at the lush forest in the distance, his expression solemn.
The Yao Race’s fierce advance this time caused many major powers immense headaches.
Because the Yao Beast’s strategy this time was unbreakable.
“I don’t know; we’ll only know after fighting. However, the population difference between our Human Race Cultivators and the Yao Race is very large, so the chances of victory should be less than ten percent.”
After much thought, Ye Lin finally spoke.
However, what he said was the truth. The population difference between Human Race Cultivators and the Yao Race was not just a little bit large.
If a hundred Golden Core Stage Yao Beasts killed one Human Race Cultivator, the Yao Race would still profit.
That’s how big the population difference was.
And these facts were controlled by many major powers, who dared not let smaller powers and Loose Cultivators know.
Otherwise, by the time the Yao Beasts invaded, Tianhe County would already be in chaos.
If they could resist, everyone would certainly fight desperately and unite for their homeland.
If they fought a battle they knew they would lose, then morale would naturally crumble.
A thousand against a thousand, both sides would fight desperately.
Ten against a thousand, which side do you think would break first?
“Patron, be careful with your words. Some things are better kept to oneself.”
Wu Xin looked around and whispered to Ye Lin.
They just needed to understand these things themselves.
“However, Patron, the second line of defense must not fall. On the battlefield now, both sides have tacitly agreed that only Golden Core Stage combat power is allowed to appear, and our Human Race does not have the strength to break this tacit understanding. Therefore, Patron, you must do your best this time.”
Wu Xin looked at the calm-faced Ye Lin beside him and spoke.
With Ye Lin’s combat power, if he went all out, he could cause a one-sided massacre, which would greatly boost morale.
Moreover, this invasion only allowed Golden Core Stage combat power to appear, which seemed to have formed a tacit agreement.
And the Human Race certainly dared not break this tacit agreement.
If it was just a game now, then if the Human Race truly had a great power act, it would truly no longer be a game.
And if a great power acted, it would fall right into the Yao Race’s trap.
If your Human Race great power acts, then our Yao Race will not be polite.
“Of course I will act, but if I can’t win, I’ll run.”
Ye Lin said with a smile. Acting was a must, after all, he still wanted to successfully become an Inner Sect Disciple of Nameless Mountain.
Becoming a true core member of Nameless Mountain would bring countless benefits.
However, he still had to act within his capabilities; if he couldn’t win, he would naturally run.
What did the lives and deaths of others have to do with Ye Lin?
Suddenly, Wu Xin’s expression stilled, then he looked at Ye Lin.
“Naturally.”
“But Monk, what is this thing?”
Ye Lin walked forward and tapped the large cannon in front of him, asking Wu Xin.
He naturally recognized it as a cannon, but surely it wasn’t fired with gunpowder, right?
“Patron, this is a Concentrated Energy Cannon. Various Formations are carved into it, and the entire cannon body was crafted by Artifact Refiners of the fourth grade working together.”
“The power of one shot is no different from a full-strength attack by a Golden Core Stage Cultivator. Moreover, this cannon has two forms.”
“One is for targeting a single individual, meaning firing at a single Yao Beast, in which case the power will reach the Peak of a Golden Core Peak Cultivator, specifically for striking Demon Clan Prodigies.”
“The other is a large-scale attack. One shot can cover an area of a hundred meters, but the power will be lower, no different from a full-strength attack by a Core Formation Stage Late Stage Cultivator.”
“And this type of cannon is a Human Race foundation. As long as there are enough Spirit Stones to replenish it, it can fire continuously.”
After Wu Xin finished speaking, Ye Lin tapped the iron contraption in front of him, not expecting this thing to be so powerful.
What did it mean to be able to unleash an attack at the Peak of a Golden Core Peak Cultivator with one shot? It was an attack infinitely close to the combat power of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.
And as long as there was a supply of Spirit Stones, it could fire infinitely.
One cannon could act as dozens or hundreds of Golden Core Peak Cultivators.
After all, no Cultivator could guarantee that every attack they made would reach the level of a full-strength attack.
“Monk, since this cannon has Golden Core Stage power, are there any with higher power?”
Thinking of something, Ye Lin asked Wu Xin.
If there were cannons with Golden Core Stage power, there must be ones with Nascent Soul, Incarnation…
As for the last one, Ye Lin dared not imagine.
“Patron, this is a top Human Race secret. Little Monk does not know…”
Wu Xin gave Ye Lin a mysterious smile and said no more.
Seeing Wu Xin’s expression, Ye Lin was already certain.
This thing definitely existed.
“But Patron, that Yao Beast on your shoulder is truly magnificent.”
At this moment, Wu Xin’s gaze fell upon Little Red, who was dozing on Ye Lin’s shoulder.
Although its Divine Beast Bloodline was hidden, Little Red’s appearance was enough to outshine all other Yao Beasts.
“He is my companion, Little Red.”
“Hello there, Little Baldy.”
Little Red spoke.
Hearing this, Wu Xin’s expression stiffened, and he subconsciously touched his bald head.
Then he looked at Little Red, not expecting this Yao Beast to be a Golden Core Stage Yao Beast.
“Patron, someone is looking for you.”
Suddenly, Wu Xin’s expression changed, and he said to Ye Lin.
“Who?”
“Immortal Master.”
After Wu Xin finished speaking, he pulled Ye Lin towards a high mountain.
They arrived at the mountaintop. In front of them, three white-bearded old men sat on three prayer mats. All three opened their eyes and looked at Ye Lin with benevolent expressions.
At this moment, Little Red on Ye Lin’s shoulder was restless, its bird eyes looking warily at the three old men.
“Ye Lin greets the three Seniors.”
Seeing these three old men, Ye Lin cupped his fists and bowed.
After all, these were three Nascent Soul Realm True Persons, so etiquette certainly could not be forgotten.
“We three called Young Friend here because we have something we’d like Young Friend to help with. As long as Young Friend is willing to help, we will naturally give Young Friend a generous reward.”
At this moment, the old man sitting in the center spoke with a smile.
Hearing this, Ye Lin’s heart stirred, but he was also full of curiosity.
