Longzang

Chapter 252 So Cunning
The city of Wu is within reach. After the city's protective formation was breached, the entire city was no longer defended. As long as one is hidden nearby, one's divine sense can enter without restraint.

The three great shamans originally took turns using their divine sense to protect the entire city, constantly scanning the surroundings to prevent Wei Yuan's spies from spying on them. But this time, Wei Yuan himself secretly came to investigate.

Wei Yuan's primordial spirit was powerful, and he concealed his aura until he was less than three miles away from Wucheng before he subtly aroused the Great Witch's vigilance.

Even great shamans cannot maintain their divine sense coverage at all times; it would be more likely to be a ghost shaman.

Wei Yuan observed for a moment and discovered that the high shaman on duty was scanning the surroundings with his divine sense approximately every ten minutes. So Wei Yuan calculated the time, lit incense in a small cave, and then placed a piece of spiritual material of the Dharma Aspect level inside the cave.

This is an imitation of Sun Yu's feat of wiping out the heroes who plundered the treasure back then.

Wei Yuan quietly crept to the edge of the city, climbed onto the wall, and looked into the city.

Thick smoke still billowed within the city of Wucheng, and almost all the Wucheng soldiers were searching through the ruins for any surviving members of their tribe. The city square was already littered with corpses, and more were being brought in.

In several other open areas, the wounded were gathered, and some shamans were performing rituals or administering medicinal soups to the injured. Several large cauldrons had been set up next to the square, simmering medicinal soups of unknown ingredients.

The areas where the wounded were laid out were clearly separated. In the largest square, a few hundred members of the witch clan were gathered, including almost all the healing witches, with large cauldrons for brewing medicine nearby. The witches in this square were all dressed in magnificent clothes, clearly indicating their status and position.

In the other open spaces, more than 10,000 people had already been crammed together, and new wounded were still being carried in. Those lying here were commoners, judging from their clothing. Only a few shamans patrolled back and forth, and most of the time they did not offer any treatment. Those with minor injuries were left to heal on their own, and those with serious injuries were left to die. Only when the injuries were neither too minor nor too serious, and could be treated easily, would the shamans reluctantly bend down.

The last square was filled with witches, all barely clothed, their faces blank, their bodies resembling ordinary humans, rarely displaying the characteristics of divine beasts. In the Wuyu tribe, this was a sign of inferior bloodline and incomplete evolution. There were no sorcerers here; all the wounded witches were left to fend for themselves, clinging to life only through the life-giving magic cast by the high sorcerer, covering the entire city, hoping for a miracle.

Only a few shamans were responsible for the treatment; most were busy at the altar, replacing the destroyed parts with jade bricks, and then specialized shamans would lie on top of them to carve out the shamanic array.

Wei Yuan counted, and there were about sixty shamans on the altar. These shamans wore robes of different colors, all dark silver robes, equivalent to array masters among humans, holding a high position and specifically responsible for setting up the altar.

The altar had not yet been repaired. A high shaman sat in the center, his body constantly emanating a misty aura of blood. The crimson color permeated the entire shaman city, giving each member of the shaman clan a renewed sense of life.

The other two great shamans did not appear. One was clearly recuperating from his injuries, having suffered a severe blow from Wei Yuan's attack. The other was likely in a secret chamber, using his divine sense to guard his surroundings.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the city, Wei Yuan leaped down from the city wall, grabbed a dirty outer robe and put it on, then walked towards the altar.

At this moment, groans, shouts, and cries filled the city of Wu. No one had time to notice a man dressed like a slave. Wei Yuan was only stopped by the Wu tribe guards when he was fifty feet away from the altar. The altar was sacred; only nobles, shamans, and sacrificial offerings could touch it. Ordinary Wu tribe members were not even allowed to approach it.

Wei Yuan obediently stepped back, calculated the time, and waited patiently. The Great Shaman's divine sense, vast as a great river, swept across the area outside the city once more. But this time, his divine sense clearly paused for a moment before focusing on the small cave, obviously having seen the spiritual materials Wei Yuan had left behind.

The great shaman scanned repeatedly with his divine sense. Suddenly, a painful roar echoed from somewhere underground in the shaman city. Then, the ground exploded, and a great shaman rushed out, clutching his head and tumbling through the air in agony.

After using it last time, all the cultivators of Taichu Palace praised the Corrosive Incense. Encouraged by this, Sun Yu devoted himself to studying it for three more days after the battle.

Now that he had enough Netherworld Soil, he was able to improve the formula of the God-Eating Incense again, greatly increasing its toxicity and making it even more effective at destroying Dharma forms. So he renamed it God-Eating Demon Incense.

Judging from the great shaman tumbling through the air, the power of the Devouring God Incense was even greater than Sun Yu had described. This Uncle Sun was good in every way, except that he was always too modest and underestimated the medicinal properties of the things he crafted himself.

Suddenly, an unexpected event occurred. Before the great shaman on the altar could figure out what was going on, he suddenly felt a familiar and extremely strong fluctuation of Dao power. Then he saw the bricks and stones in front of him crack, and a bright golden water column broke through the altar floor and slammed into him!
The altar was hollow, containing a blood pool to store sacrificial power and essence. Therefore, Wei Yuan's Golden Light Water Blade Technique pierced directly through the altar, striking the Great Shaman's vital point from below!
The High Priest is maintaining the sorcery that covers the entire city, and it will take some time to interrupt it. But at this moment, it is like sitting on a high-speed drill bit; how can it sit still for a while?
The great shaman roared and soared into the sky, his entire body spurting blood, with a long trail of blood trailing from his lower body.

Wei Yuan secretly lamented that the Golden Light Water Blade Technique's weakness was its lack of flexibility; once cast, it could only stand still. Taking advantage of his remaining magical power, he swung the water left and right, destroying most of the altar and incidentally grazing a dozen or so silver-robed wizards, sending them back to heaven and earth.

Then, Wei Yuan exhausted his Dao power and turned to flee. After escaping outside the city, he didn't forget to pick up the spiritual materials and extinguish the half-burned God-Eating Demon Incense, putting it into his pocket.

The witch clan in Wucheng reacted quickly, with dozens of nobles and witches following closely behind. But just a few miles outside the city, a giant python suddenly emerged from the soil and swallowed several nobles whole!
After its successful attack, the giant python burrowed underground and disappeared.

The shamans gave chase, when suddenly a striped tiger leaped out of the forest, smashing several shamans' bones and tendons with a few swipes before disappearing back into the forest.

Despite repeated attacks, the shamans and nobles continued their relentless pursuit. From the human perspective, the fleeing youth had destroyed the altar, which was equivalent to someone spitting on their ancestral tablets in public—a pursuit that had to be carried out across vast distances.

The shamans and nobles who managed to catch up were all exceptionally strong and incredibly fast, quickly covering dozens of miles from the city. Suddenly, countless Dao Foundations appeared around them. Cui Yu, expressionless, raised his hand and pointed at the group of shamans, and the cultivators immediately charged forward.

There were many members of the Cui family among the cultivators, but since it was ten against one, they were all incredibly brave.

Outside Wucheng, an old Taoist priest lurked around, peering out furtively. But as soon as he reached the city walls, his eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably. The old priest realized that there were still powerful methods hidden within the city, and he had no choice but to abandon his plan to monopolize the Heavenly Power.

Only then did he realize why Wei Yuan had turned and fled after his successful attack, even though he had a clear opportunity to kill the Great Witch but didn't make a move. The old Taoist could only curse Wei Yuan's cunning in his heart; since arriving in Qingming, he had never had a chance to enjoy something all to himself.

(End of this chapter)