Chapter 113: Facing the Demon Eagle (Please Support with Votes!)

The Ye Clan Immortal Village entered a state of high alert.

For an entire day, the cultivators and warriors of the Ye Clan Immortal Village busily prepared for battle. All other tasks ceased, for until the monstrous eagle was slain, no place inside or outside the village was truly safe.

Those who had no choice but to venture out were escorted by several cultivators and immortal guards.

The monstrous eagle’s attack had ignited righteous fury in every villager, yet they also harbored great trepidation.

At dawn, seventy to eighty of the village’s most elite cultivators and warriors stood fully armed and ready, gathering at the village gate with fierce determination.

“City Lord, everyone’s weapons have been poisoned. Additionally, each person, including the warriors, carries five lightweight spiritual wood throwing spears,” Lin Zhi reported in a deep voice.

Ye Mo nodded, then turned his gaze to Wang Hu and Yang You.

“Six heavy crossbows have been taken down from the arrow towers. They can be transported to the mountains or cliff edges for setup, capable of inflicting devastating damage within a hundred zhang,” Wang Hu promptly reported, licking his lips. “It’s a pity the bronze cannon on the sea ship is fixed in place and can’t be removed. Otherwise, one shot might have killed a monstrous eagle outright.”

“All cultivators and warriors set to fight have finished breakfast and are ready to depart at any moment,” Chang Fei added.

“Killing the monstrous eagle will be our first real battle since founding the village. If two of those beasts swoop down, Gao Jian and I will lead the front to confront them. Everyone else must coordinate closely,” Ye Mo said calmly, wielding his Golden Spirit Sword with an air of composure, showing no sign of pre-battle nerves.

“Brother Gao, be extremely cautious. If you can’t hold them off, don’t force a fight,” Ye Mo said with concern, casting a glance at Gao Jian.

Within the entire Ye Clan Immortal Village, Ye Mo was the strongest, having recently reached the third layer of the Qi Refining stage—the peak of early Qi Refining. Gao Jian was second strongest, at the second layer of Qi Refining.

The others were mostly first-layer Qi Refiners, lacking sufficient vital energy pills to boost their cultivation, despite having become cultivators.

However, Gao Jian had yet to master the Three Consecutive Strikes technique and couldn’t match the power of a third-grade magical beast. Gao Jian’s proud nature meant that once excited on the battlefield, he might take reckless risks.

“Brother Ye, don’t worry about me. I’ve been through many small and large battles and won’t gamble with my life,” Gao Jian nodded to Ye Mo, then exchanged a look with Huang Yi beside him, signaling her to be at ease.

“Brother Ye, do you really have to go yourself? Our village is small, but we have dozens of Qi Refiners. You’re the city lord—if you get injured, it would greatly affect the village,” Mo Ling said anxiously.

“Yeah, Brother Ye, those are third-grade magical beasts, with strength comparable to late-stage Qi Refiners. Let us hold off the monstrous eagles,” Wang Hu shouted.

The plan to kill the monstrous eagles involved luring them from the sky. That required powerful cultivators at the forefront to engage the beasts in close combat, allowing others to surround and attack. This was the most critical and dangerous part of the plan, causing unease among the followers.

“Those third-grade golden-winged monstrous eagles possess tremendous strength. Their strike force must reach a terrifying three thousand jin. You won’t withstand even one blow without injury. Only I can handle that. My Three Consecutive Strikes can block their attacks. Though I can’t match them blow for blow, I can hold them off for a few exchanges. Your task is to combine your strength to slay them,” Ye Mo shook his head.

Several cultivators showed embarrassment on their faces. In terms of combat strength, they were far inferior to Ye Mo. Their inability to share the burden weighed heavily on them.

“The two golden-winged monstrous eagles don’t use magic; they rely solely on their brute force and sharp beaks and claws. City Lord and Gao Jian are the best suited to hold the front line. Worrying won’t help—if anything, it might disrupt the battle,” Lin Zhi said coldly.

He could see that Wang Hu, Mo Ling, and others harbored some fear of the third-grade magical beasts. Though not strong, it was enough to appear in their expressions. Their concern for Ye Mo clearly revealed their unease, which was detrimental to the upcoming hunt.

This was not to blame Wang Hu and the others.

Since becoming cultivators, they had hardly ever fought in serious battles. Previously, when accompanying Ye Mo, they were only mid-level warriors facing ordinary sea beasts, lacking combat experience. Facing a third-grade monstrous bird, whose strength rivaled late-stage Qi Refiners, naturally sparked their apprehension.

“The two monstrous eagles are just the first enemies the Ye Clan Immortal Village faces. Don’t be overly anxious. If we can’t eliminate them, how will we face the beast tide in the Ao Lai Sea region? How will we face even stronger foes?” Ye Mo waved his hand.

“Brother Ye, understood! I’ll strictly follow the plan and won’t hold anyone back!” Wang Hu shouted loudly.

Mo Ling nodded firmly, showing her resolve.

Seeing their morale restored, Ye Mo finally nodded.

His gaze swept over the warriors standing spirited and orderly, each holding heavy spiritual wood shields, with five spiritual wood spears strapped to their backs.

“The monstrous eagles are right behind our village. Everyone should understand—we have no retreat. They could appear above the village at any moment, attacking and threatening lives. How could the Ye Clan Immortal Village allow two monstrous eagles to run rampant? If they survive, we will live in constant threat and fear.

“In the past, on the isolated island of the East Sea, in Donglai Immortal Village, we lived in such fear—careful every day, wary of beasts, terrified of provoking the cultivators of Donglai and inviting death.

“But now, here in the Ye Clan Immortal Village, this is our turf. Whether beast or man, no one may act recklessly on our ground.

“Slay the monstrous eagles!”

Ye Mo drew his Golden Spirit Sword and roared fiercely.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

His shout stirred the warriors into a frenzy, their cries echoing through the valley. Even the warriors guarding the village rose in bloodlust and joined the roar.

With a grand gesture, Ye Mo led the group out of the village gate. Every face behind him was resolute.

Several dozen warriors shouldered heavy burdens together, lifting six massive heavy crossbows to the high cliffs near the eagle’s nest.

This cliff behind the village valley was the highest peak on the entire Ye Clan Spiritual Island, offering a broad view, overlooking the entire island.

Looking farther, one could even see other nearby spiritual islands.

Standing atop this peak daily, one might spot the sea ships of other immortal villages passing nearby.

From here, the monstrous eagles near the cliff were visible.

The golden-feathered monstrous eagle hesitated to descend with so many people on the cliff. It hovered mid-air, eyes fixed intently on the crowd below, refraining from attacking.

Its anxious gaze brimmed with fury, uncertain of the visitors’ purpose and unwilling to fly far.

“City Lord, all is normal at the eagle’s nest. Last night, the two monstrous eagles went out hunting separately and returned before dawn. At least one eagle always remains in the nest,” reported two immortal guards concealed on the cliff.

The eagle’s nest held two golden-winged monstrous eagles—one large, one small—third-grade and second-grade respectively.

Among the village’s cultivators, only Ye Mo and Gao Jian barely had the confidence to face these two beasts alone.

“These two eagle beasts are strange. They never leave the nest simultaneously, as if guarding something. Usually, the third-grade eagle takes the lead in hunting. Recently, since we threatened the nest, the third-grade eagle dares not leave, and the second-grade one has taken over foraging,” one immortal guard speculated.

“Oh? Is that so?” Ye Mo paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

Perhaps there was an unexpected prize within the nest—whether a precious spiritual artifact or monstrous eagle eggs or hatchlings was unclear.

Not only Ye Mo, but others also looked toward the nest with burning anticipation.

“Brother Ye, let’s strike. Kill them, and then we can inspect the nest,” Wang Hu urged excitedly.

His voice even drew a sharp glance from the massive golden-winged eagle overhead.

“The two monstrous eagles are guarding something. They’re more frenzied than usual—this cannot be taken lightly. Set up the six heavy crossbows and prepare for battle,” Ye Mo commanded.

The village’s morale was high—the best time to attack. Waiting longer would only dull their edge.

The cultivators took positions, hiding among grass and rocks along the cliff.

Ye Mo wielded his Golden Spirit Sword, Gao Jian held his Dark Iron Sword, both standing at the cliff’s most prominent point.

Wang Hu and Yang You led the warriors in setting up the heavy crossbows on the steep, uneven mountain, using specially made mounts.

Heavy crossbows were complex and slow to operate, but they had two advantages: a range exceeding a hundred zhang and enough power to injure second- and third-grade monstrous eagles. This range surpassed all the cultivators’ spells, which could at most reach several dozen zhang, limited by their low cultivation. It also exceeded the range of the warriors’ or cultivators’ spiritual wood spear throws.

Despite their weight and slow firing speed, the six heavy crossbows were hauled up the cliff.

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