Longzang

Chapter 197 Not worthy of being a human being
The water in Qingming Pool has finally dried up.

The Wu tribe suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat for the fourth time to regroup.

Wei Yuan also got a rare chance to catch his breath. He immediately sent out several small teams to quickly clear the battlefield, carrying back his own men who were still alive and placing them behind the lines. As for the seriously wounded Wu Clan warriors, they didn't need to be cared for; they wouldn't survive long in the Human Realm.

Cui Yu approached Wei Yuan, who had a long knife wound on his face, running from his right forehead to his left jaw, his nose cut in two, though his Dao power sealed the wound. Fortunately, the Wood element was strong enough to generate Xuan energy, and even such a severe injury was slowly healing.

Cui Yu's voice was hoarse, and with his broken nose, it sounded very strange. He asked, "How many more times can a being exist in an instant?"

“That’s all,” Wei Yuan said.

Cui Yu paused for a moment, then said, "So what do we do next?"

Wei Yuan wiped the gun barrel, removing the bloodstains, and said without looking up, "And me too."

"you?"

"Yes, as long as I don't die, I can't lose," Wei Yuan said calmly, his spear now gleaming like new.

"What backup plan do you have?" Cui Yusheng asked, his hope rising.

Wei Yuan shook his head: "If we have no backup plan, we don't intend to rest. We'll fight from beginning to end. They only have 20,000 men left. I'll kill them one by one. Eventually, we'll finish them off."

“You…” Cui Yu suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. His broken nose twitched with pain, so painful that he wanted to curse.

Wei Yuan summoned the ninety-odd riders who were still standing behind him and said, "From now on, it's a fight to the death. Everyone, change your weapons. I still have some immortal swords here. Pick one that suits your needs. The quality isn't very good, so please make do with them."

By this time, the knights' magical artifacts were almost completely destroyed, and their armor was riddled with holes. Hearing that new magical artifacts were available, they were naturally delighted.

With a wave of his hand, Wei Yuan summoned fifty cyan immortal swords before him. Their sword energy was continuous and subtle, not particularly strong but enduring. This was known as the Immortal Sword Silk Rain.

At that moment, more than twenty knights chose this sword. They valued its compatibility with their realm, believing it could enhance their own power. Even a small amount was beneficial.

Wei Yuan waved his hand again, and another fifty pseudo-sun swords appeared. Thirty people had chosen this immortal sword, clearly showing their great admiration for Xiao Yu.

Next are fifty swords that can cut through iron, their strength lying in their sharpness. Then comes the Sorrowful Immortal Sword, and then there's an exceptionally long Immortal Sword, nothing special about it except for its length.

Finally, there was a celestial sword with a deep, dark interior. Wei Yuan originally wanted to name it "Silent Extinction," but then felt that the sword's power was not worthy of such a domineering name, so he changed it to "Silent Stillness."

Zhang Sheng's face turned ashen, deeply regretting not having dealt with the sect sooner. How could he tolerate his sect's secret techniques being rendered so distorted in Wei Yuan's hands?
But no one recognized its value, and no one chose it, which made Zhang furious.

Zhang Sheng kept his two swords hidden because he had a feeling that the real enemy might not have shown up yet.

In the blink of an eye, all the knights had their immortal swords in hand, and their spirits were lifted.

Wei Yuan glanced at the Wu army still lining up, squeezed Cui Yu's shoulder tightly, and said, "It is truly my greatest fortune to be classmates with you all. I'll go for the first two rounds, you watch over me, and then you can go for the third round!"

Everyone wanted to object, but by now Wei Yuan had established supreme authority, and his word was law; no one could refute him. They could only watch helplessly as he picked up his spear, mounted his horse, and charged alone towards the main camp of the witch army.

Watching that undeterred figure, Cui Yu felt a surge of energy rush to the top of his head, as if something was exploding.

He suddenly looked up, gathering his remaining strength, and roared at the sky: "To hell with the so-called aristocratic families, who are supposed to be united and advance and retreat together! The war has reached this point, so many people have died, and you're watching from above, don't you feel ashamed? By what right? Just for Xu Wangu's sake? Bah! Today I'll say it, you old dog, you've lived a thousand years in vain, you don't deserve to be human!!"

All the people in the heavens changed color.

Suddenly, a thunderclap resounded through the sky, echoing across the heavens and earth! Immediately afterward, a bolt of lightning rolled down, heading straight for Cui Yu!

This is celestial lightning. How dare you slander an immortal? The immortal will sense it in the darkness and casually flick his finger to unleash a bolt of celestial lightning.

The people in the sky watched helplessly, and no one made a move.

The celestial lightning struck down in an instant, already above Cui Yu's head. Suddenly, a hand as white as jade emerged from the void and grasped the celestial lightning!

Upon seeing the stunningly beautiful figure before him, Cui Yu's expression changed drastically, and he cried out, "Bao Yun! Let go!"

But Bao Yun didn't let go, holding the celestial lightning firmly. Seven wondrous trees sprouted from her head, one branch suddenly withering and turning to ash. Bao Yun let out a soft hum, her left hand holding the celestial lightning gradually becoming transparent, then her entire left arm transformed into a handful of poignant starlight, scattering in the wind. Bao Yun's left sleeve hung empty, fluttering in the wind. She gazed at the source of the celestial lightning and said calmly, "Xu Wangu truly doesn't deserve to be human."

Another bolt of celestial lightning appeared in the sky, about to strike, but not quite.

The people in the sky looked at each other, some of them deep in thought.

Suddenly, a man with a somewhat sinister face appeared before everyone. He looked very young, but how could the people present not know the age of the Bao family's Baoshu Zhenren? The reason he looked only in his early thirties was because that was the age when he achieved the Dharma form, and his appearance was the same as it was then.

Bao Shu stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "If anyone thinks that my Bao family was wrong just now, feel free to come and ask me. My Bao family will humbly accept the accusations, but we will not change them."

Wei Yuan, standing in the army formation, suddenly turned around and saw Bao Yun's empty sleeves!
His expression changed instantly. He leaped off his horse and turned back to attack. The blood-red demonic horse sensed Wei Yuan's intention and followed him back, trampling and biting, killing dozens in an instant.

Bao Yun looked at Wei Yuan, suddenly smiled, then put her finger to her lips, signaling him not to say anything, and then disappeared.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and charged into the Wu Clan's formation again, his blood-red warhorse following closely behind.

Higher in the sky, two more imposing figures appeared, completely unnoticed by the people in the clouds below. Suddenly, a kind-faced Taoist priest with long, waist-length eyebrows appeared behind them.

The two figures sensed something at the same time and turned to look.

The old Taoist smiled slightly and said, "I wondered who was so generous; it turns out to be Venerable Shuli and Venerable Fengye. I have long admired your reputation, but have never had the chance to experience your extraordinary sorcery. Now that we have met by chance, we should naturally have a proper discussion. Which of you will go first? I will only show two fingers..."

The old Taoist priest reached out to show his index and middle fingers, but suddenly realized that anything below the middle finger was just a blur. He then realized that he had reached out the wrong hand in his haste.

He was immediately embarrassed and chuckled awkwardly. Just as he was thinking of something to say to salvage the situation, he suddenly saw three fingers materialize from the shadows. His middle, ring, and little fingers were perfectly formed on his hand, as if they had never been missing.

The curse that had plagued the old Taoist priest for ten years has finally vanished!
The old Taoist priest was suddenly filled with heroic spirit. His dry laugh instantly turned into a long laugh. He stretched out his big hand, which in the blink of an eye was as big as a mountain, and grabbed at the two witches' heads!
He shouted, "Come on, come on, forget about who's first, both of you come at me at once! Let's see if you can escape this old Taoist's Five Finger Mountain today!"

In the ranks of the witch army, a man and his horse, covered in blood, were surrounded, but the surrounding witch warriors hesitated and did not dare to step forward.

Wei Yuan touched the blood-red demon horse, his hand immediately becoming wet and stained with blood. However, the demon horse had too many wounds, and he didn't know where the blood was coming from.

Wei Yuan said softly, "You've been with me all this time, and you've never been without getting hurt. You might as well be an ordinary horse. I'm sorry. We'll break out of here in a bit, and you can go on your own. Find a secluded place to live a carefree and happy life."

The demonic horse, already possessing sentience, nuzzled Wei Yuan with its head.

The man and his horse, seemingly tireless and unscathed, broke through the encirclement once more. Wei Yuan slapped the horse's rump, and the demonic steed let out a long neigh before disappearing into the distance in an instant.

Wei Yuan watched the demonic horse depart, then charged into the witch formation for the third time.

The once iron-willed Wu Clan army finally wavered at this moment, and their formation began to crumble. The person before them clearly did not have a high cultivation level, yet he was impossible to kill, and remained as cold as a machine, simply reaping lives without end.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Cui Yu immediately led all available warriors to attack the witch army. The battle had been raging for three hours; this was the first full-scale counterattack by the realm!
However, the bolt of celestial lightning suddenly fell from the sky, striking straight down on Wei Yuan's head!

The unexpected turn of events occurred suddenly. The celestial lightning moved, its power overwhelming heaven and earth. Those with weaker wills were utterly annihilated, their souls shattered, rendering them unable to move. Wei Yuan sensed this and suddenly looked up, staring intently at the celestial lightning!

But before he could respond, a streak of crimson lightning flashed across the sky, and the demonic horse returned, crashing headfirst into the celestial lightning! Half of its body instantly vanished, but the demonic horse neighed fiercely and turned to bite the celestial lightning!

The demonic horse was fierce; even knowing it was utterly useless, it would still bite back before it died.

As he watched the demonic horse turn into stardust, Wei Yuan felt as if a piece of his heart was suddenly missing. It wasn't big, but it was empty, so empty that it couldn't be filled.

In an instant, Wei Yuan's mind flashed through everything that had happened since he established Qingming. In these past few days, every person, every thing, every blade of grass and every tree in Qingming had been struggling desperately, just to fight for a chance to survive in the world.

Wei Yuan now understands that for many people, simply surviving is already difficult enough.

As Wei Yuan gazed at the lingering immortal lightning in the sky, a sense of unease arose within him, and Qingming's third wondrous phenomenon appeared at that moment: Immortal Path Twilight (Incomplete).

This is a killing technique.

(End of this chapter)