Clan Cultivation: Starting with Building an Island Immortal City

95: Danger in the Dark Night, Warning FormationTime flew by; winter had deepened in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the New Year was approaching again, but Li Yinglong had already left the island ahead of schedule and returned to Linhai City alone.

His eldest son, Qingshan, had sent an urgent message detailing several matters requiring his personal attention:

First, the Angry Dragon Clan from the Southern Borders had sent an envoy stating that Lin Xiaowan would soon return to Linhai City, accompanied by Aya and Yan Gang.

The purpose was twofold: to report on the recent development of the Angry Dragon Stockade and to observe and learn the Human Race’s methods of management using the Li Family’s industries—this was an opportunity to solidify the blood alliance between the two clans and required the Clan Chief’s personal oversight.

Second, the infant with the innate Spiritual Root, sensed when the Ancestral Temple was completed last year, was now one month old.

As the first descendant in the Eastern Sea region to naturally Awaken a Spiritual Root since the thousand-year spiritual drought, his significance was extraordinary.

The Clan Chief must bestow his name and grant him a Disciple Talisman to confirm his status.

Third, the Family’s industries were expanding rapidly, requiring the establishment of subsidiary Ancestral Temples in places like Linhai City and Thousand Sails Ferry in the Southern Borders to gather the Power Of Will from incense offerings.

This matter concerned the Family’s destiny and Foundation and also required the Clan Chief to personally determine the locations and preside over the construction ceremony.

Li Yinglong knew that all three matters concerned the long-term development of the Family and required his personal presence.

He immediately made a decision, summoning Li Qingzhu and the other Core Disciples, explaining the situation, and instructing them to continue Cultivating systematically on the island while he returned alone first.

The Disciples received their orders and continued their relentless Cultivation on the island...

Although the offshore immortal island was nourished by the Spiritual Vein and enjoyed spring-like weather year-round, the power of the cosmic seasons was ultimately irresistible, and a sharp, wintry chill had recently begun to manifest.

That night, leaden clouds hung low, and the sea wind howled fiercely.

Sparse snowflakes, mixed in the damp, cold sea fog, quietly drifted down, adding a touch of desolate coldness to this offshore paradise.

In the central encampment of the island, the houses stood orderly, most lights were extinguished, and the Disciples were either deep in meditation or asleep.

Only the footsteps of the patrolling Disciples harmonized with the tireless roar of the distant ocean waves.

By the Heavenly Pool lake, at the Spiritual Eye where Yin and Yang converged.

Song Shuyao and Song Shuwen, the sister and brother, sat cross-legged facing each other, separated by several yards.

The Qi surrounding them circulated with completely distinct yet harmoniously unified rhythms.

The older sister, Song Shuyao, emanated the power of Greater Yin, like moonlight spilling onto the ground, enveloped in clear radiance.

Within three feet of her, cold Qi condensed, coating the ground with a layer of faint white frost.

Approaching snowflakes were drawn by an invisible force, fluttering around her body before falling, yet not touching her clothes in the slightest.

Her expression was tranquil, her breathing steady and deep, as if she had merged with the cold night.

The younger brother, Song Shuwen, sat like a grounded furnace.

The True Solar Fire was contained within him, and beneath his skin, a golden-red halo subtly circulated.

The surrounding air slightly warped due to the high temperature, and falling snowflakes vaporized and rose as wispy white mist before reaching him.

Heroic spirit radiated from his brow, seemingly concealing blazing flames within his chest.

Although the two were not actively fighting, their auras resonated through an invisible ”Spiritual Bridge,” forming a barely perceptible vortex of Spiritual Qi between them, slowly rotating, harmonizing the Yin and Yang, creating an extremely profound phenomenon.

This was the ”Method Without Method” taught by Li Yinglong, a technique that drew upon the Dao rhythm of heaven and earth for self-refinement.

At the same time, on the eastern shore of the island, in the rugged reef area constantly battered by fierce waves.

Li Changxing was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of animal skin shorts.

His bronze skin, crisscrossed with scars, shone with a rugged luster under the faint light of the sky.

He stood atop an incredibly slippery, jagged reef, allowing giant waves several yards high to crash onto his body with immense force, yet his figure remained as solid as the reef itself.

The pure vitality refined by the Evergreen Art and the surging blood Qi accumulated from hunting sea beasts roared and surged within his body, resisting the violent forces of nature, undergoing the most primitive and effective Body Tempering.

On the edge of the encampment, inside a quiet room built of bamboo and wood, but with simple Formation patterns embedded in its inner walls.

Zhao Mingyuan was not asleep.

He and Li Changyu were concentrating on deductions before a miniature island sandbox model.

On the sandbox, mountains and terrain were outlined with lines of spiritual light, and dozens of light dots flickered.

These were the nodes of the ”Nine Palaces Warning Formation” that he and Li Changyu had painstakingly set up over the past year, based on the island’s expanded new topography.

Although this Formation lacked strong offensive capabilities, it could instantly feedback abnormal Spiritual Qi fluctuations and the invasion of large-scale life forms in specific outer areas of the island to the core of the Formation Plate.

The two were trying to optimize a slight stagnation in the energy flow of one Formation eye, aiming for better efficiency conversion.

At the end of the Hai hour, all sounds ceased, and the snowfall gradually intensified.

Suddenly!

”Buzz!!”

A buzzing sound, as if resonating directly in the depths of the Soul, exploded from the core of the Formation Plate in front of Zhao Mingyuan!

Immediately following, on the sandbox, a total of seven node light dots located in the edge areas of the island’s east, north, and west directions simultaneously turned from peaceful white to blinding crimson!

They flashed frantically!

The Formation was giving a warning!

Enemies were attacking!

And in more than one location!

The two were momentarily stunned, then their expressions drastically changed!

Li Changyu’s pupils contracted.

He assessed the situation almost instantly.

He slammed a hanging bronze bell beside him, simultaneously channeling his spiritual power, his voice shaking the entire island:

”Enemy attack! Northeast and West sides! All teams take your positions according to the drill!”

”Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The urgent alarm bells tore through the silent night sky!

The first to react were precisely the three who were still Cultivating due to their unique physiques!

By the Heavenly Pool lake, Song Shuyao and Song Shuwen’s minds connected.

They needed no glance, nor any words.

The older sister, Song Shuyao, stirred her mind.

The Greater Yin clear radiance circulated around her, and her figure instantly transformed into a streak of bright moonlight, merging into the night like light smoke, shooting directly toward the warning point in the true north.

The younger brother, Song Shuwen, moved simultaneously.

The True Solar Fire flickered within his body, and his figure turned into a scorching golden streak, rushing like an arrow released from a bow toward the northwest direction.

This was the unique evasion technique—the Yin and Yang Flowing Light Evasion—that the two had recently begun to comprehend, relying on the profound mystery of the Twin Yin-Yang Dao Body.

This method was not driven by ordinary spiritual power, but rather by drawing upon the omnipresent essence of the sun and moon in heaven and earth as a bridge, temporarily transforming the body into flowing light.

Relying on the instantaneous shift between light and shadow, it achieved short-distance evasion.

Its speed far exceeded the spiritual power flight of Cultivators of the same level, and it also possessed the remarkable effect of being impossible to detect.

The brother and sister shared a mutual understanding; the Yin and Yang complemented each other.

When executing this technique, they were like a single, dual-born entity, operating with flawless coordination.

In the reef area on the east shore, the moment the alarm bell rang, Li Changxing shot out from the monstrous waves like a lurking leopard.

Without even wiping the water droplets from his body, the massive Qi and blood within him erupted, and he strode over the waves with astonishing speed, charging straight toward the warning location transmitted from the eastern coastline.

Inside the encampment, although the other Disciples were jolted awake from sleep or meditation, there was no trace of panic.

Li Changyun, Li Changxuan, and Stone Iron Ox grabbed their weapons and rushed out of their houses almost the instant they heard Zhao Mingyuan’s voice.

Li Changyun let out a low shout:

”Changxuan, Iron Ox, follow me to the west side!”

The three displayed perfect coordination, transforming into three streaks of flowing light and heading straight for the west.

Li Qingzhu, Li Changyue, and Thunder Frost quickly converged with Zhao Mingyuan and Li Changyu.

Li Qingzhu’s expression was calm:

”Mingyuan, activate the encampment’s defensive Formation!

Thunder Frost, take the high ground and prepare your arrows!

All second-generation Disciples, immediately gather in front of the Ancestral Temple.

Do not panic!”

The instructions were clear and methodical.

In an instant, a faint green light screen rose in the center of the encampment.

Although it appeared thin, it protected the core area.

Thunder Frost’s figure moved up and down a few times, quietly disappearing into the crown of the tallest ancient tree in the encampment, her bow drawn like a full moon, her eyes sharp and cold.

The dense forest on the north shore.

Song Shuyao’s movement technique was ghost-like.

She traversed the dense forest in the snowy night without her feet touching the ground.

The power of Greater Yin allowed her aura to almost completely merge with the cold night.

The moonlit night was her domain; she was the fastest to approach the warning area.

Her spiritual sense keenly captured a faint, defiled, and cold aura permeating the forest ahead, completely incompatible with the clear Spiritual Qi of the island.

”Hmm, that is!”