The battle line is held, and morale stabilizes.

The entire Yellow Bell Sect rejoices, exuberant.

"Fang Sect Leader is astounding, ringing the bell three times, annihilating hundreds of thousands of evil creatures."

"Indeed, those three rings were ingenious; the first was Mountain Volume · Star Stream Stone Meteor!"

"The second was Fire Scroll · Passing the Torch, Suiren kindles fire, the flame carries on!"

"The third was even more astonishing, Heavenly Scroll · Time and Space Confinement, sealing the heavens and earth, invincible!"

"The Sect Leader is indeed fortunate, exerting all his strength, yet not attracting a Heavenly Tribulation!"

...

The crowd discusses passionately, filled with excitement.

In response, Fang Zhixing only smiles slightly and turns back to the Immortal Palace.

Unbeknownst, half a month has passed.

This day, two rays of light pierce through the void, flying to the first line of defense, suddenly halting.

The light disperses, revealing two figures.

An elderly white-haired man and a middle-aged man, both donned in uniform sword robes.

Yet these two are in poor condition, clothes disheveled, bloodstained, faces pale, expressions weary, brows deeply furrowed in fatigue, looking utterly bedraggled.

"Wow~"

As soon as the white-haired elder appears, he suddenly coughs up a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale, devoid of blood, on the verge of collapse.

The middle-aged man quickly supports him, shouting hoarsely: "Elder Liu Yanping from the Sword Sect, Shi Mingshui, here to seek an audience with the Master of Eight Tribes of the Yellow Bell Sect."

The voice penetrates the formation.

Soon, someone reports the matter upwards.

"Sword Sect?"

Fang Zhixing raises his eyebrow, opens the Star Sea Map, and realizes that Sword Sect is indeed Yellow Bell Sect's neighbor, their territories adjacent.

"What is our relationship with Sword Sect?" Fang Zhixing inquires.

Hua Manshuang replies: "It's quite decent; the two sides have had frequent cooperation and trade, but naturally, as neighboring sects, their area of influence overlaps, inevitably leading to conflicts."

Fang Zhixing understands, instructing: "Invite them in."

Moments later, Liu Yanping and Shi Mingshui rush in.

These two possess remarkable cultivation, the white-haired elder Liu Yanping being a Ninth Grade Golden Immortal, Shi Mingshui an Upper Immortal.

Yet upon seeing Fang Zhixing, they unexpectedly kneel directly, foreheads touching the ground, very respectful.

"Greetings, Sect Leader Fang!"

Before coming, they had learned that the Yellow Bell Sect had a change in leadership.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing is surprised and asks: "What are you two Fellow Daoists doing?"

Liu Yanping urgently speaks: "Sect Leader Fang, our Sword Sect is besieged by the evil creature army, in grave danger. We've fought our way through under our Sect Leader's orders, arriving at Yellow Bell Sect for aid, please save us, such great kindness and virtue will surely be repaid generously."

Fang Zhixing understands, solemnly saying: "You must be joking; you've seen the situation of our Yellow Bell Sect, down to the last line of defense; we're struggling ourselves, how could we help you?"

Unable to hold back, Hua Manshuang reprimands: "Under the calamity, each is wary for themselves, each secures their destiny! What is Sword Sect thinking, not seeking aid from other major sects like Mu Chen Immortal Sect but rather coming to us?"

Liu Yanping's face instantly turns bitter, wipes the blood from his lips, and spreads his hands: "Distant water cannot quench nearby fire, reaching here after breaking through the siege is our utmost limit."

Fang Zhixing, disinclined to say more, waves dismissively: "Someone, bring some healing pills for them, see them off!"

"Wait, wait, we can negotiate; Sword Sect is willing to offer half of its territory to Yellow Bell Sect..."

Liu Yanping and Shi Mingshui still wish to say something, but Hua Manshuang releases a gust, sweeping them outside.

"Ridiculous!"

"With the calamity rampant, Sword Sect's territory is nearly lost; where does 'half of the territory' come from?"

Fang Zhixing smirks, instructing: "Spread the word, if anyone seeks aid again, drive them away directly."

"Yes!"

The Yellow Bell Sect is united, unprecedented in cohesion.

Unbeknownst, more than two and a half months pass swiftly.

During this period, the evil creature army repeatedly gathers, attempting to breach the final line of defense.

However, the number of evil creatures clearly dwindles, and no overly powerful evil creatures appear.

The Yellow Bell Sect's battle line remains steady as a rock, undisturbed.

Additionally, Yunhua Sect, White Wolf Pavilion, Purple Swallow Sect, among other sects, arrive one after another at Yellow Bell Sect seeking help.

These sects vary in size and strength, distributed beyond Yellow Bell Sect's territory, countable as neighbors.

The Yellow Bell Sect treats them equally, driving all away.

Each sweeps the snow before their door, ignoring the frost on others' tiles.

[Ancient Skill Marsh Volume · Fifth Grade Golden Immortal Full Level Conditions Achieved, Level Up?]

"Great!"

"I persist in ringing the bell fifty times daily, enduring a hundred days of toil, finally..."

Fang Zhixing laughs heartily, without hesitation, with a flick of his mind, steps into the Perfect Realm of Fifth Grade.

[Marsh Volume Burst Skill: Swamp Rampage, River Marsh Accept Pollution, Sink into Mud, Fish in Dried Swamps, Marsh Depth Enriched...]

Fang Zhixing's gaze gleams, his understanding of the Marsh Volume's Secret Skill has deepened profoundly.

In fact, the Secret Skill is just one word: Trap!

"I can now directly transform any space into a swamp, drawing enemies to sink deep into the mire."

With a thought, Fang Zhixing spreads Free Blood Wings, flickering form, arriving outside the battle line.

The void swarms with numerous evil creatures.

He takes out the Thousand-Autumn Bell, presses his palm against it, his palm erupts with immense Merit Power, striking fiercely.

Bong~

The void vibrates violently, swiftly altering form, transforming into an endless swamp, spanning over a million miles!

In an instant, the army of evil creatures sinks into the marsh, unable to escape, ultimately devoured completely, vanishing without a trace.

"Fifth Grade Golden Immortal, truly powerful!"

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