Loan Wusheng

Chapter 239 The Four Thousand Years of Rule by the Luan Di Clan Ends Here
The Chule River flows at the foot of the Yin Mountains.

The sky is like a dome, covering the vast wilderness.

The sky is vast and blue, the fields are boundless and green. The wind blows the grass low, revealing cattle and sheep.

The Yinshan Mountains stand majestically, like a giant dragon coiled in the northern frontier, their azure ridges outlining sharp contours in the twilight.

The grass on the grassland undulates with the wind, stretching to the horizon and meeting the leaden-gray clouds.

This scene was truly breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

Hu Yang Chanyu's escape light pierced the sky like a defeated meteor.

Hu Yang Chanyu's Blood Escape speed gradually slowed down.

The continuous detonation of his essence and blood severely damaged his vitality, while Zheng Jun's oppressive aura from behind grew ever closer.

"We've finally caught up."

As he gazed at the approaching Yinshan Mountains and Zheng Jun, who was also drawing ever closer, a strange light flashed in Hu Yang's eyes—a look of excitement.

If that's the case, I'll be able to fully unleash my supernatural powers of reaching the heavens and escaping the earth!

The majestic outline of Yinshan Mountain was now almost within reach. As Zheng Jun's figure drew closer, Hu Yang Chanyu suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the wolf-head totem on his chest: "With the bloodline of the Luan Di clan as my guide, I beseech the spirits of my ancestors to slay this scoundrel!"

Zheng Jun, who was pursuing Hu Yang Chanyu, showed no surprise at this.

In fact, Zheng Jun is not a fool who knows nothing, so how could he not see through such a shallow calculation?
After Zheng Jun emerged from seclusion, he was full of confidence, believing that no matter what they did, he could kill them all with a single stroke!

This is the confidence of the future master of the Dharma form of the 'Lord of the World': no ​​matter what kind of demonic tricks you use, I will defeat them head-on, thus showing the true nature of a ruler!
Zheng Jun chuckled and said, "The scenery of Yinshan is beautiful and boundless. As the Chanyu of the Western Barbarians, it would be quite fitting for you to die here."

Unlike Hu Yang Chanyu, whose face was contorted with rage and who was spitting blood, Zheng Jun was in a good mood. He had even drawn his sword, and the blue-gold clouds in the sky were rolling as he fiercely slashed at Hu Yang Chanyu, wanting to kill him before he could use his skills!
Although Zheng Jun is not afraid of those underhanded methods, who would want to step in dog poop if they could solve the problem first?
The clouds were torn open by Zheng Junqing's Azure Gold True Essence, and a ray of blood-red light shot out from the wolf head totem on Hu Yang Chanyu's chest, straight to the top of Yinshan Mountain.

The mountain suddenly trembled, and dark red mist seeped from the cracks in the rocks, as if thousands of iron cavalry roared up from the ground. The ancestral spirits of the successive Chanyu of the Xidi Luandi clan were forcibly awakened!
"Zheng Jun! Yinshan is the burial place of my clan's ancestral spirits. Today, I will show you what a true wolf devouring the sun is!"

Hu Yang Shanyu's arms were torn apart, and he used his blood and essence as a sacrifice to activate the secret technique.

Zheng Jun's gaze sharpened as he sensed the terrifying aura awakening deep within Yinshan Mountain, and he knew something was wrong.

This Hu Yang Chanyu actually used his own blood essence as a catalyst to try to awaken the ancestral spirits of the Chanyu of the Western Di throughout the ages!

Once these ancestral spirits at the Yuan Dan realm or even half-step Dharma Aspect are fully awakened, even if I can win, I will inevitably pay a heavy price.

There's actually something like this in the Yinshan Mountains?
"Want to borrow the power of ancestral spirits? Dream on!"

Upon realizing this, Zheng Jun did not hesitate, and his azure-gold true essence suddenly surged!
The three magical treasures—the gilded dragon halberd, the gilded roaring dragon sword, and the dragon abyss blade—simultaneously shone with dazzling light. The three true essences—the Taixu Condensing Jade Chapter, the Azure Emperor's Longevity Technique, and the Emperor's Scripture—perfectly merged, condensing above their heads into a colossal azure-gold blade that reached the heavens and the earth.

"cut!"

Zheng Jun roared, and the giant blade crashed down.

This strike contained all the insights he had gained during his year of seclusion; wherever the blade passed, space itself was distorted!
Upon seeing this, Hu Yang Chanyu's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needles.

At this moment, Hu Yang Chanyu was in a period of weakness after burning his essence blood to communicate with the ancestral soul. His energy had not yet recovered. He never expected that Zheng Jun would treat the ancestral spirit as nothing and instead aim his blade directly at his vital point!

In the rush, Hu Yang Chanyu only had time to hastily place the pair of ghostly hands, which were gleaming with an eerie light, in front of his chest.

"laugh!"

The blade flashed like a silver river falling from the heavens, and Hu Yang Chanyu's ghostly hands, which could withstand a thousand pounds, crumbled inch by inch like rotten wood. The blade's momentum did not weaken and pierced straight into his chest!

In an instant, blood gushed out like a spring, and Hu Yang Chanyu let out a heart-wrenching scream. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the cliff of Yinshan Mountain. The rocks crumbled, and dust billowed up!
Enraged, Hu Yang Chanyu roared and struggled to his feet from the rubble, his body wreathed in a raging torrent of blood flames that scorched the void as he made a desperate last stand.

"Damn it... Even if I awaken the ancestral spirit of Yinshan, if I die and my cultivation dissipates, everything will be in vain!"

"We must survive... As long as we live, there is still hope of turning things around!"

Although he had summoned the ancestral spirits of the past Shanyu buried on Yinshan Mountain, if he died, even if the ancestral spirits appeared in the world, it would be of no use!
Therefore, Hu Yang Chanyu felt that his most urgent task was to save his own life.

As long as I'm alive, nothing else matters.

However, would Zheng Jun give him a chance to catch his breath?

Just as Hu Yang Chanyu was desperately activating his blood flames, the Dragon Abyss Blade drew a cold arc in the air, its blade energy rotating like a crescent moon, tearing through the sky in an instant!

"boom!"

Blood spurted out, a head was thrown high into the air, Hu Yang Chanyu's ferocious expression was still frozen on his face, but his body had already knelt down with a thud.

In the instant the corpse fell to the ground, Yuan Dan escaped.

However, as soon as Yuan Dan escaped, he was torn to pieces by the waiting Golden Roaring Dragon Sword.

Thus fell a powerful ruler of the Western Di!

[Slay the Western Barbarian Chanyu and High Priest, safeguarding the northern frontier. 'All Laws Without Form' repayment progress +40000.]

The gilded characters flashed by in front of him, and Zheng Jun didn't have time to examine the specific data carefully. Instead, he prepared to escape.

After all, if they don't leave soon, something terrible will happen.

Although Hu Yang, the Chanyu of the Western Di, had been killed by him, the Chanyu of the Western Di who he had awakened with his blood essence were not fake, and they were brewing to emerge.

Each one possesses the strength of a Yuan Dan Martial Saint.

Although they possess ancestral souls because they were nurtured on Yinshan Mountain after their deaths, they are ultimately devoid of magical treasures and intelligence, and can only be driven by their nature. However, they are still Yuan Dan Martial Saints!

He also possessed strength comparable to that of the High Priest of Naxidi.

Zheng Jun could easily kill a Western Di high priest, but when faced with an attack from so many Western Di high priests, he was willing but unable to do so.

Deep within the Yin Mountains, blood mist surged and boiled.

Seventeen towering phantoms emerged from the rock crevices, each clad in wolf-head armor and exuding an ancient and tyrannical aura.

They were once powerful rulers of the Western Di, and now, awakened by their bloodline, though they lack intelligence, they instinctively lunged at Zheng Jun, who possessed the strongest aura of life!

"Roar--!"

The ancestral spirit at the very front, standing ten feet tall, roared to the sky and swept his bone spear across, flattening half of the cliff face!
Seeing this, Zheng Jun lost interest in staying there any longer.

It's not like it's in the capital city. It's reviving at the foot of the Yinshan royal court. What does it have to do with me?

Before he finished speaking, the gilded dragon halberd had already swung back, and Zheng Jun stepped on the halberd and fled south, his azure-gold true essence trailing behind him with a dazzling tail flame.

Although those ancestral spirits were powerful, they were ultimately just yin spirits manifesting through the terrain of Yinshan. Once they left Yinshan, they were like rootless duckweed. Zheng Ke had no interest in fighting to the death here.

Let the Western Di people have this place. After a few months, when the ancestral spirits dissipate and return to Yinshan, it will be time for the Han army to drink from the vast sea and seal the Wolf Mountain.

"Boom!"

The seventeen ancestral spirits relentlessly pursued them, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack wherever they went.

But they were, after all, ancestral spirits without sentience, and Zheng Jun's figure had already transformed into a golden rainbow in the sky.

After escaping for a while, the seventeen ancestral spirits completely lost their target and could only begin to return to Yinshan, wandering around the area.

Zheng Jun stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, looking at the seventeen ancestral spirits and the Xidi royal court nearby that might be affected. He couldn't help but shake his head and think to himself.

'Thus, the Western Barbarians are left with only one Yuan Dan, and the rest can be left to him to handle.'

Zheng Jun doesn't have many rivals now, except for Wu Liyang from Suzhou and Li Hun from Liangzhou.

Of the two, Li Hun can be considered an opportunist.

As for Wu Liyang of Suzhou, eliminating him would not be too difficult.

This battle annihilated 200,000 Xidi cavalry and killed two Yuan Dan. Furthermore, by taking advantage of Hu Yang Chanyu's self-destructive behavior, seventeen ancestral spirits were released to roam the grasslands. Xidi was almost on the verge of national extinction.

Once these ancestral spirits dissipate, it will be time to deliver the final blow to the Western Barbarians.

As for those princes in the Central Plains and the Yongchang Emperor, who is suspected of returning as a king, let them fight it out.

We will not get involved for the time being.

Why are you getting involved in the battle between the sons of the Divine Martial Emperor?

In the south, the country was rife with division and conflict. Both the Xiao Liang and Lu Wu dynasties had submitted their alliance documents, and the King of Chu of the Zhou dynasty also intended to submit. Zhang Bengong endured humiliation and accepted the title of "King of Ba," but it was rumored that he had already proclaimed himself "Lord of Ba-Shu" and "Emperor of Shu" internally.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun did not linger any longer.

After all, these seventeen ancestral spirits have no intelligence. If they smell your scent and come after you, they'll get entangled with you, which would be troublesome.

After reciting the words, Zheng Jun transformed into a streak of azure-gold light and vanished into the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

"..."

At the royal court, ancestral spirits wreak havoc. Although these seventeen ancestral spirits were all former Chanyu of the Western Barbarians.

But now that they have been released, they have no intelligence and only retain the most primitive desire to kill. Therefore, they show no mercy throughout the entire Xidi Grassland. The seventeen ancestral spirits move out together and use killing methods to kill any tribe they encounter.

The Wolf-Raising Clan was a small tribe in the western part of the Western Di. The tribe had only about 30,000 border people, with only five or six thousand able-bodied men. They barely managed to survive because they had a tribal leader, the Wolf-Raising King, who was at the initial stage of the Qi Refining Realm, and because they were acquainted with the Sun-Chasing King of the Huyan Clan.

However, their tribe has now been attacked by these seventeen ancestral spirits and has been wiped out in an instant.

As for the 'Wolf King' who had just reached the initial stage of the Awakening Realm, it didn't even have time to react before it was torn to shreds by one of the ancestral spirits and died without any pain.

The Western Di are indeed severely weakened now.

It's not just that the Hu Yang Chanyu sent half of his able-bodied men; these seventeen ancestral spirits are wreaking havoc on the grasslands, and who knows how many tribes they might annihilate.

Even if Zheng Jun hadn't made a move this time, the Western Di would probably be unable to recover their strength for hundreds or even thousands of years.

At this moment, the figure of the Xidi Rizhu King suddenly appeared in the Wolf-Raising Clan, which had already been massacred.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, King Rizhu's face darkened, realizing that something terrible had happened.

He was not a fool or a mediocre person; he naturally knew about Hu Yang Chanyu's previous military deployments and understood where Hu Yang Chanyu's backup plan lay.

Judging from the remaining aura here, it is clear that Hu Yang Chanyu used his own blood as a sacrifice to summon the ancestral spirits of the Chanyus of the past, which were sealed on Yinshan Mountain, in order to deal with the newly established Han Dynasty regime in the Central Plains and kill the emperor Zheng Jun.

The fact that these ancestral spirits are now wandering around can only mean one thing.

Hu Yang Chanyu did indeed do so, but he was killed by the emperor of the Central Plains.

Therefore, these ancestral spirits have no way to return to Yinshan to rest in peace.

Upon witnessing this scene, the only remaining Yuan Dan Martial Saint of the Western Di, King Rizhu, felt his scalp tingle and a headache.

The reason why the Luan Di clan was able to remain the Chanyu of the Western Di was because the ancestral spirits of the successive Chanyus in the Yin Mountains could only be controlled by them, and the other clansmen could not control them at all.

Now that Hu Yang Chanyu is dead, there are no wise kings on either side.

Although he was also a Western Di person, he was unable to control these seventeen ancestral spirits!

Thinking of this, King Rizhu's expression was filled with complex emotions.

However, there was one thing he knew.

That marked the end of the more than four thousand years of rule of the Luan Di clan over the Western Di.

These seventeen ancestral spirits have become his current troubles.

Despite the troubles, as the only Yuan Dan Martial Saint on this grassland, King Rizhu felt that he should also become a new chapter in the history of the grassland.

After all, if these ancestral spirits lose the nourishment of the Yinshan Mountains, they will slowly wear down within four or five months, lose the power of the Yuan Dan, and completely dissipate after several years.

The Sun Chasing Kings don't need to wait for several years; they only need four or five months for their strength to drop to the Tongqiao Realm before they can make their move.

He couldn't defeat the seventeen Yuan Dan Ancestral Spirits, but if it were the seventeen Tong Qiao Ancestral Spirits, it would be more than enough for the Sun Chasing King.

For the next four or five months, all we could do was let him slaughter us.

However, as long as the core of the western tribes remains intact, the Western Di can still rise to power.

The problem now is...

Without the Chanyu of the Luandi clan and the high priest of the Juqu clan, the entire Western Di was left with only him, the Yuandan Martial Saint. How could he maintain the rule of the Western Di?

Putting aside everything else, the various kingdoms of the Western Regions are now thriving.

The Western Regions were originally controlled by the Western Buddhist Kingdom in the west, the Zhou Dynasty in the east, and the Western Di in the north.

Now the Zhou dynasty in the Central Plains has withdrawn its troops, leaving behind an empty shell of a military governor in Qizhou, which was overthrown by the Western Regions.

In the Western Regions today, the west has a puppet king, the King of Kucha, supported by the Western Buddhist Kingdom; the east has the King of Gaochang, the Yuandan of the Western Regions; and the north, close to them, is the Kunmi of Wusun.

The Wusun and the Xidi have a long history together.

These three are all Yuan Dan Martial Saints.

They simply belong to different groups and are not very strong.

Previously, the Western Di were able to control the various states of the Western Regions through their partial relationship with the Wusun, thus inducing these states to attack them.

Now that the Western Barbarians' strength has greatly diminished, the Western Regions will likely no longer submit to them.

In addition, there was something else that made King Sun Chaser feel somewhat powerless.

The Central Plains of the South.

The emperor of that great Han dynasty will surely return in a few months.

What will Xidi do then?

Are they really going to go to the North Sea and live with the raging winds, blizzards, and demons everywhere?

King Rizhu was filled with mixed feelings.

……

A streak of azure light pierced the sky as Zheng Jun fled south from Yinshan. Before long, he saw billowing smoke and fluttering banners ahead.

The Cangdao Army, Xiaoguo Army, and Longwu Guard have joined forces and are pursuing the fleeing soldiers northward along their escape route.

Wei Quan took the lead, his gilded armor gleaming coldly in the setting sun. With a single thrust of his long sword, the remaining Western Di cavalry fell like wheat being harvested.

"His Majesty!"

Zhou Tong, with his sharp eyes, spotted the familiar streak of light on the horizon and immediately reined in his horse and shouted.

Zheng Jun flashed and landed in front of the army formation. With a flick of his sleeves, his true energy surged, and he gently pushed the few cavalrymen at the forefront back into the formation: "No need to pursue them."

Wei Quan was taken aback upon hearing this, then clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, the defeated Western Di troops are no longer a threat. This humble general is willing to lead a light cavalry force to strike directly at the royal court!"

"Something has changed in Yinshan."

Zheng Jun shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the generals. His voice, though calm, was undeniably firm: "The Western Di Chanyu is dead. Before his death, he awakened seventeen ancestral spirits. At this moment, the area north of Yinshan has become a dead end. If our army rashly ventures deep into the region, we may face unforeseen circumstances."

Dugu Yuan gasped: "Ancestral spirits? Could they be the heroic souls of the successive Chanyu (rulers of the Xiongnu) from the Western Di legends?"

Although the Dugu clan originated from the Northern Rong, they had strong ties with the Western Di and naturally knew some of the Western Di's secrets.

"Exactly."

Zheng Jun stood with his hands behind his back, looking north. The outline of Yinshan Mountain resembled a giant beast lurking in the twilight. He opened his mouth and said, "Although these ancestral spirits have no intelligence, each of them has the combat power of a Yuan Dan. They are currently wandering on the grassland. It is not too late to launch a northern expedition after their power dissipates."

Liang Rui couldn't help but cup his hands and say, "If the Western Di King Rizhu takes this opportunity to consolidate his remaining forces..."

"Integration?"

Zheng Jun chuckled: "The direct line of the Luan Di clan is extinct, and the seventeen ancestral spirits of the Western Di are rampaging through various tribes. It's already good enough that the Rizhu King can hold onto the border of the Western Regions. His current trouble is how to continue to control the Western Regions and face the Kunmi of Wusun. If he is no match for the Kunmi, I'm afraid Wusun will become the new Chanyu of the Western Di."

The Wusun were also one of the nomadic tribes of the Western Di.

More than four thousand years ago, the rulers of the Western Di were the Yuezhi, not the Luandi.

When Kunmi Nandoumi of Wusun was attacked and killed by the Yuezhi, Kunmi's son was born and was adopted and raised by the first Chanyu of Luandi. Later, Wusun and Luandi joined forces to destroy the Yuezhi, which allowed Luandi to sit on the throne of hegemon.

The Wusun, on the other hand, fled to the Western Regions, where they settled and became the dominant archers in the northern part of the region.

Although not among the Western Di, they were inextricably linked to the Western Di.

Now the Western Di are in decline, with only the King of Xia Rizhu remaining.

It's inevitable that the Kunmi of Wusun might have some thoughts, wanting to return to his hometown and take over this vast grassland.

King Zhu is too busy taking care of himself to have the energy to integrate things.

And even if he manages to get things in order, so what?

The Chanyu of Xidi, along with the high priest, led an army of over 200,000 south, but in the end, they were defeated and torn apart by their own forces.
Even if the King of the Sun Chasing Army were to consolidate his power, he would still face certain death if he were to confront himself!
"Reveal my imperial edict."

After saying this, Zheng Jun's voice suddenly turned deep, and his true energy surged and spread throughout the three armies: "In this battle, we have beheaded 200,000 and destroyed two Yuan Dan of the Western Di, thus wiping away the shame of Yunzhong! The entire army shall return south and reward the three armies!"

"When spring arrives next year and the flowers bloom, I will lead my troops on a northern expedition, and we will surely drink from the vast sea and seal the wolf's lair!"

"Your Majesty is victorious!"

(End of this chapter)