Eternal Life as False Emperor

Zheng Yi had long thought about how to respond if they were ambushed and attacked unexpectedly.

If the ambushers weren’t particularly strong and wouldn’t cause massive losses to the Star Sea’s disciples,

they could use this as an opportunity for training.

Wang Haiwong realized that although the cultivators of Qingzhu Mountain were fighting desperately, the gap in strength was evident.

No matter how hard they tried, it was difficult for them to inflict mortal wounds on the Star Sea disciples, who were far stronger.

So, Wang Haiwong decisively heeded Zheng Yi’s suggestion to stay and train the disciples.

After all, the disciples of the Star Sea, although all competent cultivators, had gone through various hardships during cultivation.

However, their regular cultivation was nothing like actual warfare.

Wang Haiwong felt this point clearly.

Though these Star Sea female cultivators participated in various battles,

when it came to real life-and-death combat on the battlefield, the gaps became apparent.

Though such practical training would inevitably lead to some wounds,

it was far better than confronting the Nether Spirit Race’s cultivators in a direct showdown on the battlefield.

Recalling the shocked expressions on the elders’ faces when he mentioned Zheng Yi’s idea, Wang Haiwong even found it amusing.

At that time, some elders opposed it, but he eventually persuaded them.

None of the elders were exerting their full strength now, all delaying the experts of Qingzhu Mountain to buy time.

Or they were monitoring the battlefield, ready to assist if any area became dire.

Even though everything was going smoothly, an indistinct shadow of concern lingered in Wang Haiwong’s heart.

He felt that things were surely not as simple as they seemed.

Given that Ouyang Qi and his ilk had likely set up this ambush, they wouldn’t just send Qingzhu Mountain by itself, right?

But despite fighting for so long, he hadn’t seen any cultivators apart from those of Qingzhu Mountain.

"Could it be..." As he dodged Ouyang Qi’s attacks, a thought suddenly struck Wang Haiwong.

In their Star Sea, the only one who could be scheming enough was Zheng Yi, right?

With this thought, Wang Haiwong grew anxious.

Previously unable to gauge the enemy’s depth, he hastily sent a request for help to Zheng Yi.

At that time, he thought he had reacted swiftly.

Now thinking back, perhaps things had been too smooth? Could they be using this to lure Zheng Yi here?

Wang Haiwong casually waved, conjuring a towering wave in midair, sending Ouyang Qi staggering back.

"Good, you’re finally not just hiding like a turtle but actually fighting back." Ouyang Qi snarled, yelling, "Kill!"

The shout shook the heavens and the earth.

The disciples of Qingzhu Mountain seemed energized, their offensive becoming even more aggressive.

Three days ago, this would have thrown the Star Sea female disciples into disarray.

Perhaps even catching them off guard would have led to casualties.

Now familiar with their fierce attacks, the female disciples could handle them in an orderly manner.

Though unable to match the opponent’s aggressive offense, with the aid of their sisters, they easily held off the assault.

Despite his hectic efforts, Wang Haiwong still suffered some injuries. Fortunately, they were mostly minor and didn’t affect his combat capability.

Having been disturbed by Ouyang Qi, Wang Haiwong gradually calmed down.

Zheng Yi, a meticulous person, wouldn’t be deceived by such crude tricks.

Indeed, just as he thought.

Zheng Yi and Lin Junrong had been at the scene for over an hour, observing from a vantage point.

"Elder Zheng, let’s hurry to help. Qingzhu Mountain isn’t that strong. If we suddenly strike and take down Ouyang Qi, the rest will quickly collapse."

Concerned about her own sect, Lin Junrong was evidently anxious.

Zheng Yi, with a wry smile, reassured her: "Elder Lin, please remain calm. Look at the battlefield now; it’s clear that the Qingzhu Mountain people aren’t truly threatening our safety."

"I’ve already told Elder Wang, if we encounter an ambush and the enemy isn’t very strong, take this chance to train."

Lin Junrong, with her eyebrows raised, sternly said, "Training? These are real enemies! You’re sending our Star Sea disciples to their deaths!"

"That’s still better than them facing the Nether Spirit Race’s army head-on," Zheng Yi unwaveringly met Lin Junrong’s gaze.

"Elder Lin, you’ve seen the Nether Spirit Race army, right? Don’t you know how they drive countless exotic beasts and attack en masse?"

He pointed towards the direction of the Void Cloud Whale on Ximing Mountain.

"Compared to that scene, what is today’s battle?"

"Training them for a real battlefield now will mean fewer deaths when facing the Nether Spirit Race."

"Aren’t you a cultivator yourself? Don’t you understand this necessity?"

"I..." Lin Junrong wanted to argue but upon meeting Zheng Yi’s deep, unfathomable eyes, her momentum waned.