Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System

As night fell, tranquility swept over the hill. The stars twinkled in the night sky, their light casting a soft glow on the silent landscape. With the stage set for the surprise attack, the cultivators waited patiently for dawn, their hearts filled with resolve and anticipation.

As dawn unfolded, the world awakening to the gentle caress of the morning sun, the cultivators quietly positioned themselves above the rogue cultivators' den. The soft glow of the morning light washed over them, casting long shadows that danced with the rising sun. From their vantage point, they could oversee the whole area, their eyes sharp and vigilant, ready for what was to come.

"Is this it?" The Verdant Spirit Fairy questioned, her gaze fixed on the small piece of land below. Her eyes, as sharp as a falcon's, studied the terrain intently. The area she was scrutinizing was quite tiny, spanning a radius of about two kilometers. To her, it looked more akin to a large mound than a den, a far cry from the massive lair she had envisioned.

Perplexed, she furrowed her brows, uncertainty creeping into her voice. Could this truly be the den of the rogue cultivators they sought? Her eyes continued to scan the area, her mind racing with questions. Yet, there was something about the place that set her on edge, a sense of dread that she couldn't shake off.

"Indeed, the brown flying scorpions led us here, and our elders have verified it as well. The rogue cultivators are indeed present here," Xiaolian confirmed, her voice as soft as a whisper. Her words, despite their hushed nature, carried a sense of conviction that left no room for doubt.

Upon hearing this, the woman in emerald gave a silent nod of assent. Her doubts, though not entirely dispelled, were pushed to the back of her mind. Now was not the time for skepticism. They had a mission to accomplish.

Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that this place evoked. The mound was disappointingly small, its size belying the threat they believed it housed. Moreover, there was only a rudimentary illusion formation in place, which seemed virtually ineffective.

"Annihilate without mercy!" The Verdant Spirit Fairy commanded coldly. Her voice, despite its frigid tone, rang out clear and firm, echoing across the vast expanse. She sounded resolute, a woman hell-bent on avenging a grave wrong.

Following her command, Eccentric Lightning Elder's peculiar laughter echoed from his Azure Treasure Ship. His laugh, a jarring sound that sent shivers down their spines, shattered the stillness of the morning. With striking lightning bolts, he shattered their feeble formation, paving the way for the rest of the cultivators to storm down assertively.

The collapse of their formation was a clear signal to those below. It was as if a bell had tolled, alerting them to the imminent danger. They were under attack.

Several piercing whistles echoed from below, their high-pitched sound tearing through the quiet of the dawn. The mound, once seemingly calm and serene, was now a beehive of activity. Fifty streaks of light erupted into the sky, marking the counter-attack of the rogue cultivators.

A substantial number of cultivators clashed with their assault. The three Core Formation cultivators at the forefront, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Eternal Grace Sect, barely had time to react. Before they could muster a suitable defense, Xiaolian sprang into action.

"Attack!" She cried out, her voice a sharp command that echoed across the battlefield. With a swift movement, she launched a Silver Needle artifact, initiating the attack. Her actions were swift, her movements precise. She was the embodiment of a warrior, relentless and unforgiving.

Observing this, the other cultivators promptly followed her cue. One by one, they launched their attacks, their artifacts slicing through the air. Their determination was evident in their actions, their resolve unshakeable.

Suddenly, the sky was a canvas of brilliant flashes and deafening shrieks. The once tranquil dawn was now a battlefield, filled with the roar of artifacts and the clash of magic. The air was thick with tension, the stench of battle hanging heavily.

Given his motivation, Han Cai found it prudent to stay out of the action. His objective was the Business deed, and getting involved in a full-scale battle was a risk he wasn't willing to take. As a result, he relegated himself to the sidelines, taking on the role of an observer rather than a participant.

Instructing Yongnian to deal with some minor adversaries, he maintained the façade of being involved in the combat. Yongnian, following his instructions, drew out a sword. He cornered five Foundation Establishment cultivators, poised and ready to eliminate them in a single stroke. His actions were swift and ruthless, mirroring the intensity of the battle around them.

Meanwhile, Han Cai watched from the sidelines, his mind churning with thoughts. Despite his disinterest in the battle, he couldn't help but be drawn into the spectacle. The clash of cultivators, the flare of magic, and the chaos of the battlefield – it was a sight to behold. Yet, he knew he had a mission to accomplish, and he wasn't about to let the spectacle distract him.

As Yongnian threw himself into the fray, deftly parrying and retaliating against his adversaries' attacks, a peculiar scenario unfolded that caught Han Cai's attention. These were not ordinary cultivators that they were facing. As if reacting to Yongnian's formidable prowess, the five Foundation Cultivators underwent an abrupt transformation. Their clothes tore apart, revealing grotesque forms that bore an uncanny resemblance to demons. The air around them seemed to shudder as they underwent this malignant transformation.

Han Cai watched this scene unfold with wide-eyed fascination. He had come across such demonic transformations before, but the sight of it never failed to intrigue him. Seeing the five Foundation Cultivators morph into monstrous beings was an amusement he hadn't anticipated. He found himself so astounded that he felt his eyes almost popping out of their sockets in sheer wonderment.

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