Longzang

Chapter 709 The Gap Will Only Grow Greater
This flying boat carried the corpses of the Liao army from the initial battle, which indeed enhanced the Azure Sky and increased the chaotic energy of human life.

Once all tens of thousands of corpses have been refined, Wei Yuan has taken another small step forward in the Myriad Transformations Realm. He only needs to cultivate for another 996 years to enter the late stage of the Dharma Aspect Realm.

Immediately afterwards, another airship landed, bringing back the carcasses of several thousand Liao horses. However, the effect of throwing them into the Reincarnation Furnace was disappointing. Several thousand horses were less valuable than a few hundred Liao tribesmen.

The everyday life of ordinary people meticulously records all these changes, turning them into cold, hard numbers.

Wei Yuan returned to the town. By then, the battlefield had been cleared, and a large number of cultivators were rushing to repair the fortified cities. At this time, there were only enough people to repair four fortified cities at the same time, but Wei Yuan requested that a tunnel be dug to connect to the town, which would increase the amount of work. However, it was not feasible to do without the tunnel.

Without tunnels, the garrison would only die in the city, but with tunnels, they would have escape routes, which would make a world of difference in morale and outcome.

After resting for several days, the Liao people brought in hundreds of thousands of troops from the rear and began their attack.

At the start of the battle, the Liao cavalry, covering the mountains and plains, were met with a head-on attack. By this time, there were already dozens of cannons on the town, greatly increasing the firepower. Under the bombardment, the Liao people finally suffered considerable casualties.

The Liao tribe then discovered that the human race's firepower was far more ferocious than in the previous battle. Countless flying swords swept in, wiping out large numbers of Liao soldiers. The Liao tribe responded with a torrential downpour of arrows, and the number of high-powered magic arrows had significantly increased.

After a half-day of fierce fighting, the two sides reached a stalemate.

Wei Yuan had noticed that Dao Foundation Captains were still occasionally collapsing and dying suddenly. In this battlefield where hundreds of thousands fought, the deaths of one or two people would normally cause no ripples. But now Wei Yuan knew that these people were actually dying from murderous intent.

Wei Yuan looked up at the sky, wondering how the two immortals were fighting.

Wei Yuan roamed the entire city wall like a moving Grim Reaper. Wherever he went, the human race's fighting strength would surge, and the Liao race's casualties would also increase significantly. Those hidden powerhouses would disappear without a trace.

However, after turning the tide of battle in one battlefield, Wei Yuan had to immediately rush to the next one, without any gaps in his schedule.

As if by accident, Wei Yuan passed by the same place three times in a row.

The Liao attack from this direction was particularly fierce, while the artillery fire from within the city had become sparse, with only a dozen or so of the original fifty cannons still firing.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan passed by the same place for the fourth time. He suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on a heavy arrow that flew silently from the night. The arrow transformed into a snake as it approached, shooting towards Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan easily deflected it with a single sword strike.

However, at the moment the heavy arrow was destroyed, all the flying arrows within dozens of feet around Wei Yuan turned into snakes. In the blink of an eye, dozens of snakes of different sizes and functions rushed towards Wei Yuan!
Wei Yuan remained calm and focused, ready to respond. Just then, a shadow rose from below the city wall where he stood, transforming into a thin dagger that silently pierced towards Wei Yuan's lower body.

This sword strike was silent and invisible, blocking all divine sense detection. Even if an ordinary cultivator was right next to it, they would not be able to see it.

This sword is extremely insidious and vicious. Even if the lower body is no longer a vital point for the cultivator, it is still a vital point psychologically. After the sword hits, there will be endless follow-up attacks.

But just as the sword was about to strike, the Liao assassin hidden in the void suddenly felt a chill on his knees, and his lower legs, severed at the knees, fell out of the void!
He looked up in astonishment and saw a shadow biting at the Demon Blade July. With another swing, one of his legs, along with most of his buttocks, was separated from his body.

Only then did a belated warning arise in his mind, realizing that his life was in danger!

The Liao assassin's eyes flashed with divine power, and only then did he notice a large array that had been set up on the ground beneath him, which he could vaguely discern was related to suppressing fortune. Perhaps this was why he hadn't sensed danger, but there was no time to think about it. He screamed and turned to flee.

The demonic blade in Yinglong's mouth continued its pursuit in July, but this time it missed its mark. The strike, which had been firmly locked on, was dispersed by the immortal power surging from the opponent.

In July, he raised his sword again, only to find that he could no longer lock onto his opponent.

In the brief moment that the strike missed, the Liao clan expert had already escaped to a distance of a hundred feet, about to disappear into the night.

Suddenly, Wei Yuan saw the silver-haired woman again, a short knife in her hand, rapidly approaching. Wei Yuan calmly drew his gun, aimed, and the muzzle was aimed precisely at the silver-haired woman's brow!
The silver-haired woman's expression changed slightly. An unprecedentedly strong sense of vigilance made her instinctively turn to the side, avoiding the shot.

A semi-transparent bullet was fired from the barrel and propelled away by the storm, instantly striking the fleeing Liao clan expert in the back of the head, extinguishing all his life force.

Another seat in the distant Dingyue Hall has become empty.

Wei Yuan seemed quite satisfied as he walked towards the Liao assassin's corpse, brushing past the silver-haired woman. The silver-haired woman didn't attack, but a look of confusion flashed in her eyes, unsure if it was just a coincidence or if Wei Yuan had already discovered her.

She hesitated for a moment, then changed direction and disappeared again instead of approaching Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan squatted down in front of the Liao assassin's corpse and rummaged through his belongings. He found a waist tag made of lightning-struck peach wood, with the Liao script "Huwen" written on it, which means "Shadow Blade" in the Liao language.

From Hu Wen's corpse, Wei Yuan found a jade disc with some markings and numbers on it. There was a mark behind the human race's Dharma image, and twenty-one lines were drawn behind the Dao Foundation.

This is a magical artifact commonly used by the Liao clan's powerful warriors to record their battle achievements. The number of marks after the realm indicator signifies how many people they have killed.

This time, he cooperated with the Liao tribesman who could shoot the snake-like arrow, intending to ambush Wei Yuan, but unexpectedly stepped into a trap meticulously set by Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan's route was all pre-planned, and his back-and-forth paths were intentionally repeated. There was only one perfect ambush spot along the way.

With the war raging, no one had time for careful consideration; they could only rely on instinct to decide whether to seize an opportunity when it presented itself. At this moment, luck became a crucial factor. These powerful Liao tribesmen, originally blessed with immortal energy, felt they had a significant advantage in terms of luck.

However, Wei Yuan set up a trap with a magic array and also invested in the luck of heaven. Finally, at the critical moment, he waited for his opponent to walk into the deadly trap. He was severely injured by Yinglong wielding the demonic blade in July and finally died from the storm bullet in an instant.

As Wei Yuan collected the spoils of war, he glanced back inadvertently and saw only the incomplete figure left behind by the silver-haired Liao woman.

Wei Yuan remained calm, his gaze continuing to sweep across the entire battlefield. It had been a perfect opportunity to assassinate the silver-haired woman, but unfortunately, her senses were too sharp, and she managed to dodge Wei Yuan's half-real, half-fake shot.

It seemed that because of Huwen's death, the Liao tribe's powerful warriors suddenly became much more cautious in their actions, but the offensive of the ordinary troops became even more fierce. Large numbers of armored Liao soldiers directly stormed onto the city walls and even rushed into the city to fight in the streets, causing the casualties of the defending soldiers to rise sharply.

As night fell, the mournful sound of horns rang out once more. The Liao tribe, leaving behind 100,000 corpses, returned to their camp. The town was a sea of ​​blood, littered with corpses. In this single battle, the Dao soldiers had suffered nearly 20,000 casualties. Having learned from the previous lesson, Wei Yuan tirelessly surveyed the entire battlefield, using his own aura to suppress any lingering killing intent from the immortals. The able-bodied warriors, exhausted to the point of death, tended to the wounded and clean up the battlefield.

Taichu Palace urgently dispatched 30,000 Dao soldiers to provide support, filling the troop shortage and further strengthening its forces.

The newly arrived Dao soldiers were immediately dispatched by Wei Yuan to clean up the battlefield and rebuild the fortified cities. The fortified cities had proven their effectiveness, inflicting heavy casualties on the Liao tribe. More than 20,000 Liao corpses were left beneath the walls of the fortified cities alone, so Wei Yuan always rebuilt the fortified cities after each battle.

Walking among the corpses, Wei Yuan suddenly understood that this was war: mechanical, repetitive, bloody, and tedious.

It's daylight again.

The battlefield has been cleared, and the new fortified city is taking shape. Large numbers of soldiers are building it like ants, while the infantry cannons on the city walls are warily pointing north. After a night of emergency repairs, more than thirty cannons are now operational.

In the morning light, a Liao cavalryman suddenly appeared from the north.

The horse was jet black, and on its back rode a tall, imposing man with two white battle stripes painted on his cheeks, a scimitar at his waist, and rare, cross-shaped eyes.

He rode south, and the soldiers still on duty immediately fixed their gazes on him warily. This Liao man, alone on horseback, showed no fear and shouted, "I want to see your leader!"

Wei Yuan was on the city wall directing his soldiers to nail steel shields to the wall to increase defenses when he saw the Liao cavalry.

He Fang spurred his horse forward and blocked the Liao cavalry. The Liao man was actually quite young, with a square face, showing no ferocity, only bravery.

He Fang said, "If there's anything you need, just tell me."

The young Liao man before him was only at the initial stage of the Dharma Manifestation realm, yet he made He Fang feel somewhat breathless.

The Liao man said in a low voice, "Huwen was my brother. He died in battle last night. I have come to ransom his body. After I get the body, I will return to the north and never participate in the battles against the human race again."

He Fang didn't know who Hu Wen was, but the Liao tribe had lost four Dharma Ministers last night, so he should be one of them. He turned to look at Wei Yuan, awaiting his decision.

Wei Yuan said, "I don't know who Hu Wen is. Let him leave, or he won't be able to leave at all."

The Liao youth suddenly dismounted, took out his short knife and placed it on the ground, then knelt down in front of Wei Yuan, prostrating himself with his face on the ground.

Given Wei Yuan's temperament, he wouldn't believe anything the unfamiliar Liao people said, treating it as mere whispers in the wind. Any pleas or cries of pity would have no effect on him. Wei Yuan, who had once cursed and slaughtered 800,000 witch soldiers in one breath, simply didn't care about the emotions of one or two foreign tribes.

Just then, an airship slowly rose from the city, then turned around and flew south.

For some unknown reason, the young man from the Liao ethnic group suddenly became anxious and kowtowed violently, drawing blood from his forehead.

Wei Yuan stood atop the city wall, watching silently without uttering a word. Since Hu Wen's body had been infused with immortal power, no matter what story this Liao youth had, or what price he had paid, Wei Yuan would not return the corpse to him.

The airship had completed its turn, began to accelerate, and gradually flew away.

The Liao tribesman was greatly alarmed and jumped up, trying to chase after the flying boat, but countless flying swords and spears immediately pointed at him. He Fang looked at Wei Yuan; as long as Wei Yuan gave the order, hundreds of flying swords and spears would instantly turn this Liao tribesman into sieves.

Wei Yuan frowned, his hand already raised, but then lowered again.

He Fang reached out and pressed down, and the Taoist soldier put down his flying sword and spear.

The airship accelerated and finally disappeared into the distant horizon. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, two streams of tears flowed down the Liao youth's face. He didn't know why, only that a piece of his heart felt empty.

He silently got up, left the dagger on the ground, mounted his horse, and galloped northwards, never looking back.

Wei Yuan gestured to continue building the fortified city, putting this minor incident aside. Every tribe has its own legends and its own heroes.

The Liao youth did not return to the main camp, but instead bypassed the camp and prepared to return to the north. However, his warhorse was suddenly startled and reared up!

A silver-haired woman appeared before the horse, almost touching its head. The Liao youth urged his horse on several times, but his renowned steed refused to move an inch.

The Liao youth dismounted, stared at the woman, and said, "I don't want to dwell on my brother's matter, but I also don't want to work for you anymore! I want to return to the north of the Tianhan Sea; that's where my world truly belongs!"

The silver-haired woman said, "Eagles only grow stronger through battles with birds of prey; chasing pigeons all day is useless. Would you like to consider staying?"

The Liao youth led his horse around her and continued north. The woman wasn't angry. She said, "There is a celestial power here, containing the King's insights. It has no limitations on you. Now that you've met Wei Yuan, you should know very well that without the help of this celestial power, you will never be able to avenge your brother."

The Liao youth's northward journey slowed more and more until he finally stopped.

In the town, He Fang came to Wei Yuan's side and said, "I think that Liao kid is not simple. We shouldn't let him go."

Wei Yuan said, "Are you afraid that you might accidentally let a genius go, and that he will grow up and seek revenge on me in the future?"

He Fang nodded.

Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said, "If you're always thinking about stifling geniuses, how can you have time to do anything worthwhile? Don't worry, when he really grows up and comes back for revenge, he'll only find that the gap between him and me is even wider."

(End of this chapter)