Longzang

Chapter 199 Remember to Pick Me Up

In the distance, another army of the Wu tribe appeared, arrayed and charging into the territory.

Wei Yuan's heart skipped a beat, then he noticed something unusual about the army's formation. While it appeared to be numerous, only the outer ring of soldiers was present; the center was completely empty, except for a few dozen Wu Clan warriors pushing a large chariot. A large banner was planted on the chariot, continuously emitting military aura that enveloped the soldiers.

From a distance, it appeared to be an army of at least 100,000 men, but once inside the territory, Wei Yuan realized their strength was only 10,000 at most.

But with the fighting reaching this point, these 10,000 fresh troops are enough to change the entire battlefield situation.

Wei Yuan's expression was solemn. Although he knew the real decisive battle would likely take place beyond the heavens, he still had to fight the battle on the ground himself. He didn't want the celestial lords to return victorious only to find all the mortals on earth dead.

Another captain of the Wu tribe raised the military flag and took over command; he was the eighth commander in this battle.

After the flag was raised, bugles sounded in the Wu tribe army, and the Wu soldiers who were still fighting on the front lines began to slowly retreat back to their own lines to await the arrival of reinforcements.

Wei Yuan glanced around. Of the original ten thousand main force, only three thousand remained, with over a thousand wounded lying at the rear. Of the fifteen hundred elite cultivators led by Cui Yu, only six hundred were left, and of the hundred-plus Dao Foundation Captains, thirty were still alive. Wei Yuan himself commanded seventy iron cavalry, and his thirteen young masters and ladies were relatively safe.

With only a few thousand people, it would be virtually impossible for them to fight against the opposing army of over 20,000 Wu tribe members without the help of countless beings.

The front line might lie with Wei Yuan himself. Looking at his wounded subordinates, Wei Yuan habitually said, "It's alright, this battle is easy! I'll charge first, you guys watch..."

Suddenly the ground began to shake, and squads of human soldiers appeared all around, quickly growing to tens of thousands!

As they drew closer, it became clear that the vast majority of them were ordinary people, all dressed in rags, without any armor, and carrying mostly farm tools, with few swords or spears. The group included not only strong men, but also old people, women, and children.

An old man gave a shout, and countless elderly people with graying hair stepped out from each group, each carrying a sharp knife, their equipment better than that of strong men.

The old man was tall and burly, and although he was old, he had a great presence. He raised his sharp knife and shouted, "Lord Wei, we've made a decision! Those over fifty will go first and fight the Witch Clan to the death! If you still have immortal power, please give us a boost; three breaths will be enough! After we old folks are all dead, everyone else can go!"

The Wu tribe's commander had already joined forces with the reinforcements, but his expression turned grave as he looked at the tens of thousands of ordinary people who had suddenly appeared around him. Although these people looked like ordinary mortals, he had seen them possess incredible power more than once in the bloody battle, capable of inflicting heavy casualties on elite Northern warriors in an instant.

This elite force, outnumbered and outgunned, still suffered nearly 40,000 casualties. A thought suddenly flashed through the shaman's mind: the remaining 20,000 couldn't be lost; otherwise, without its core members, this army would be difficult to rebuild. In any case, the master's plan had succeeded, and this battlefield was no longer of great importance.

With this in mind, he sounded the horn, and the witch army regrouped, switching from offense to defense. Immediately, more than ten squads of witch soldiers went out to search the battlefield for their surviving warriors, carrying them back one by one. Wei Yuan also did not want to fight anymore, so he waved his hand, and some of his own squads also went out to collect the wounded.

Moments later, the Wu tribe army turned around and withdrew from the territory.

After a moment of silence, cheers erupted throughout the realm. Countless people rejoiced, and many more wept with joy, prostrating themselves on the ground and kissing the blood-soaked earth.

A light drizzle suddenly fell in Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, condensing into strands of azure energy, and many advanced azure energies were also generated.

Suddenly, Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and the clusters of raindrops converged towards a single point, ultimately solidifying into a perfectly round, azure droplet. This too was a form of destiny, and a level higher than the coarse azure energy!
Wei Yuan was somewhat curious. After sensing it for a moment, he discovered that the drop of azure fortune actually came from Cui Yu. Wei Yuan was a little taken aback. This guy was usually so arrogant, how could he have this side to him?

The rain continued to fall, and the azure energy increased, with many hazy wisps merging together and gradually transforming into a more advanced form of azure energy. At this point, the source of the azure energy was indistinguishable; it simply flowed continuously into the sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, Cui Yu divided the remaining troops into two groups: one group was on guard to prevent the Wu tribe from making a comeback, and the other group was cleaning up the battlefield and treating the wounded. Everything was done in an orderly manner, and he gradually showed the demeanor of a famous general.

At this moment, fire and lightning suddenly erupted from the void above the sky. The old Taoist, Uncle Li, and Feng Ye tumbled out of the void, all looking disheveled. The old Taoist's long eyebrows were burned off, his Taoist robe was torn to shreds, revealing two muscular arms.

The old Taoist priest, his face dark with rage, roared, "You two are supposed to be people of some standing, how can you be so utterly shameless? Two against one is one thing, but to attack my eyebrows and tear my clothes is utterly despicable!"

Shu Li snorted and said coldly, "Who told you to fight two against one? Xuan Yue, you old scoundrel, although we can't take you down, you haven't cultivated a celestial body yet. We can't destroy your physical body, but we can at least pluck your eyebrows. You ruined the important affairs of my Wu Clan, this is just a minor punishment. By the way, your Daoist robe is of poor quality, even your Dharma Image doesn't want to wear it, how could it withstand our fight? You can blame me for destroying it?"

Xuan Yue Zhenjun's old face flushed slightly as he changed the subject: "What important matter have you ruined? Tell me so I can be happy too?"

Feng Ye snorted and said, "You won't be laughing now that you know. The lord's original intention was to ambush and kill the Western Jin King Cheng who was hiding here, but he didn't expect that you, old thief, were even stronger than rumored, and actually dragged me into it as well. Originally, I was the one who was going to ambush and kill the King Cheng."

Xuan Yue Zhenjun's expression gradually turned serious, and he said, "So you all wanted to plot against Zhenjun!"

Shu Li said, "If King Cheng doesn't die, your disciples and followers won't have an easy time. However, this time we wiped out seven of your Dharma Aspects in one fell swoop, which can be considered a great victory. With this gift from heaven and earth, the lord may be able to advance further. You old thief, you'd better try to change your luck and pray that the lord doesn't catch you next time."

Xuan Yue remained unfazed: "This old Daoist's physical body is now fully developed, why would I be afraid of your so-called master? It's not too late for him to spout such nonsense after he has cultivated into a Heavenly Witch!"

The three were already locked in a fierce battle, glaring at each other as they weighed whether to continue. Suddenly, a dazzling red light appeared in the distance, and a blue shooting star shot out from within it, disappearing into the distance in an instant.

Then, two imposing figures appeared in the red light, but they did not continue the pursuit. Within the realm, Wei Yuan was on his way to Sun Yu's courtyard to treat his injuries when he suddenly stopped.

Bao Yun was standing in front of him, waiting for him.

"Sister, you..."

Bao Yun turned around and said calmly, "I have to go. I cursed that old dog, and things got too big, so my family is taking me back home."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, unsure what to say. He looked at Bao Yun's empty sleeve and asked, "Is your injury serious?"

Bao Yun flicked her sleeve and said, "It was a bit troublesome; I almost died back then. But we'll be fine once we get back. When it comes to magical abilities, our Bao family is more than capable, so don't worry."

"Okay, that's good." Wei Yuan nodded somewhat blankly.

He knew that Bao Yun would leave sooner or later. As the future hope of the Bao family, she couldn't stay in the Western Regions for long. After all, Qingming was focused on Wei Yuan, and how could the Bao family tolerate their most outstanding descendant assisting someone else?
But now that the time for parting had truly arrived, Wei Yuan realized how fleeting their time together had been; it felt as if they had just met and were already separated again. Wei Yuan suddenly remembered the letter he had written to Bao Yun, which began: "Years have passed since we parted, and I miss you dearly..."

This parting, when will we meet again?

At this point, Wei Yuan was speechless, all the beautiful writings he had learned vanished into thin air.

Bao Yun suddenly stretched out her right hand and said, "Come on, give me a hug!"

"Huh?" Wei Yuan's mind went blank. He mechanically opened his arms and gave Bao Yun a gentle hug.

Bao Yun said, "When you achieve something in the future, remember to come to my house and pick me up."

"I will." Although he didn't understand why Bao Yun would say that, Wei Yuan solemnly promised since Bao Yun had asked.

Bao Yun laughed so happily that sunlight seemed to fill the surroundings. Then her figure disappeared, and a leaf slowly drifted down from the sky.

On the main peak, Ji Liuli sighed softly and said, "Finally, someone has left."

Zhang Sheng said calmly, "The path to immortality is long, and people will always come and go."

Ji Liuli frowned and said, "Alright, alright, stop being so sour! Please! When are you going to correct this bad habit you developed while cultivating Li Shang?"

Zhang Sheng blushed slightly, a rare occurrence, and said, "This has become part of my Dao heart, and it's not easy to change it."

Ji Liuli suddenly felt a little lonely and said, "Baoyun is gone. I just realized that I've been away from the sect for so long. I was happier when we beat up Xu Henshui together. It's a pity that those days may never come again."

"The path to immortality is long, and we've only taken the first step. Besides, if we're going to beat up Xu Henshui now, do you think he can resist?"

Ji Liuli rolled her eyes at him and said, "The battles will get bigger and bigger in the future, so you'll have to use your brain more. How about it? Was my bluff this time a good one? You saved your last two sword strikes, and I used a feng shui formation to amplify your aura infinitely. That way, any great shaman who gets close will feel like disaster is about to strike. Look, this time, four of the Netherworld Shamans from the Witch Clan came, and even the Holy Shaman came out, but not a single great shaman dared to show himself in the realm."

Zhang Sheng had to admit that sometimes not using his sword was more useful than using it. But in this battle, he truly became a mere decoration; although he played a crucial role, a decoration is still just a decoration.

Zhang Sheng sighed and said, "The time to seal the immortal sword is almost here, isn't it?"

Ji Liuli silently calculated the secrets of heaven, and after a moment he smiled and said, "Congratulations, you only have three days left."

Zhang Sheng exhaled a breath of stale air, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel after years of suffering.

At this moment in the north, the mysterious sorcerer, who was over two zhang tall, glanced at the several high sorcerers kneeling before him and frowned, saying, "Do you really sense that there is an unparalleled immortal sword being conceived in the center of the realm?"

Several high shamans quickly replied, "It is absolutely true! We swear by our ancestral shamans!"

"Well, you can't blame yourselves for being afraid to die. Hmm, the peerless immortal sword, the peerless immortal sword... Humans are indeed cunning. It seems we wanted to lure out the Dharma Avatar, and they wanted to lure out the Great Witch, but you guys were too afraid to die, so you didn't succeed."

He stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "This matter cannot be taken lightly. Go, set up the altar. I will personally perform the ritual to add another Immortal Sword Forbidden Zone to that area!"

(End of this chapter)