Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 215 214 The Secret Realm Opens, All Sides Move (7,000 words)
Outside Songzhou City, in a rural area.

The demon-slaying envoy Li Guibo walked through the military camp.

His narrow eyes swept around from time to time, and all he could see were heavily armored soldiers.

These people exuded a strong aura of malevolence, but this aura had two meanings:
First, there is the fierce and courageous spirit possessed by veteran soldiers who have experienced countless battles;
Secondly, it is the bloodlust possessed by a martial artist on the verge of becoming a demon.

However, compared to the ragged, delirious demon army outside, who were clearly expendable, these people, although filled with murderous aura, did not have any chaotic look in their eyes.

"The latest madness drug in the cult is becoming increasingly effective, but the cost is too high."

"If it were not meant to win over Huang Chao, the leader would probably be reluctant to part with it."

The fierce soldiers, unaware of Li Guibo's thoughts, retreated a few steps in awe.

After he passed by, I couldn't help but sneak a peek.

This demon-slaying envoy was clad in black armor, the edges of which were trimmed with the fur of some unknown demonic beast.

The two breastplates on the armor were embossed with two ferocious Buddha heads. Originally they were on the chest, but sensing the gaze of the crowd, they somehow moved to the back.

Its mouth opens and closes, and its bronze-cast eyes, though seemingly lifeless, inexplicably give the illusion that it is watching something.

Everyone immediately got goosebumps and turned their heads away, unable to bear looking any longer.

"General Qin, how's the collection going?"

After giving a brief announcement, Li Guibo entered the central command tent, where Qin Fengquan sat upright in the center of a tiger-skin chair, his eyes lowered and his hand supporting his forehead, seemingly asleep.

A muffled thunderous sound came from the air, and the breaths exhaled from the mouth and nose made the tents flutter loudly.

Li Guibo didn't care and waited patiently. After a while, the latter opened his eyes.

He wasn't surprised to see Li Guibo. He touched a buckle on his leather belt and took out a crystal vessel that looked like a wine bottle.

Half of the space inside the vessel was filled with a dark red liquid.

"Your Ming Cult is indeed an expert in manipulating evil energy, refining madness pills, and forging demonic weapons to contend with the Daoist troops of the Holy Land and the Imperial Court, which is fine."

"What are you planning to do with collecting these things?"

His words seemed to contain a hint of curiosity, a hint of inquiry, and even a hint of the aura of a grandmaster, making it seem as if Qin Fengquan was determined to get an answer before he would give up.

"The secrets of our sect are difficult to disclose. But if General Qin is willing to join the Holy Sect and become one of our brothers and sisters, what harm is there in telling you?"

Li Guibo's body tensed up involuntarily, but his words remained calm and unhurried, as if he had some confidence supporting him in refusing the request of a grandmaster.

Aren't we allies now?

Qin Fengquan looked amused as he stroked the glass bottle with his fingers.

The slight shaking caused the wine-like liquid inside the bottle to slosh around, but what was terrifying was that instead of the sound of the liquid being washed away, it produced all sorts of roars, screams, and wails.

It was as if this bottle contained a hellish demon, all of whom had died in the most tragic way.

All their fear and resentment before their death were condensed into this bottle of blood.

Li Guibo's gaze was also drawn to the undulating wails emanating from the glass bottle.

Instead of directly answering Qin Fengquan's question, he expressed his doubt:

"The general has visited no fewer than twenty villages and seven or eight county towns in recent days, so why is this glass bottle only half full?"

Qin Fengquan's expression turned colder, making no attempt to hide his displeasure:
"Naturally, it was because Bai Juyi, who loved the people like his own children, had fortified the walls and cleared the fields early on."

“Those villagers were superstitious about him, and most of them even risked abandoning their land and fleeing to the state capital with their families.”

"These past few days, the army has encountered mostly local tyrants and gentry."

"No matter how large these families are, or how many servants they have, they are only a hundred or so."

"Even if all the women and children are slaughtered, the bottle will only be half full."

Qin Fengquan lost interest in witty banter and casually tossed the glass bottle over.

Li Guibo's heart skipped a beat. He quickly and carefully caught the object, checking it several times over.

One of the Buddha heads on his chest suddenly opened its mouth wide and swallowed the glass bottle, then returned to its normal size.

After finishing these tasks, Li Guibo visibly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face:
"General, there's no need to be angry. Attacking Songzhou was just a side matter. It would be good if we could break through, but it wouldn't matter if we couldn't."

"If we simply stay here and attract the world's attention, we'll have already accomplished half the task."

"As for the remaining half, it depends on how the Yellow King handles it."

Qin Fengquan nodded, his tone sarcastic.

"It's funny to say, but I was no match for the four grandmasters in the city. But everyone has their own private matters, and Xiangshan was just barely holding on."

"Once King Huang has conquered the Eastern Capital and established his power, I will definitely send troops down the river to take down Zhengzhou, Bianzhou, and Songzhou."

"At that time, I will personally taste this benevolent official who loves the people like his own children, and see if his flesh is fragrant or rotten?"

Upon hearing this, Li Guibo's heart trembled, and he struggled to suppress the urge to blurt it out.

Only when the essence, energy, and spirit are united can one become a grandmaster. For martial artists at the grandmaster level, the desires of ordinary people have been almost completely eliminated.

For them, there is almost no possibility of being affected by external things.

Ordinary people may have "lustful desires after being well-fed and clothed," but for masters, whatever they do is because they want to do it.

In other words, Qin Fengquan's cannibalism means he genuinely had this hobby, and it was a pleasure he would naturally seek out.

Furthermore, the fact that this man used human flesh as military rations was probably not entirely due to the chaotic and bandit-like nature of the army and the lack of food, but rather because Qin Fengquan wanted those soldiers to do the same as him.
But those common people are ultimately just ordinary people, and Bai Xiangshan is ultimately a Heavenly Ladder martial artist, a backbone of the Holy Land.

If it were to fall into Qin Fengquan's hands, it would be such a humiliation.
'Although this person has not yet become a demon, he is no different from a true demon.'

'The leader's thoughts are not without merit; bandits are, after all, just bandits, and can hardly accomplish anything great.'

Li Guibo's mind raced with conflicting thoughts, but he still verbally agreed:
"Zheng Lang came to Songzhou for his own selfish reasons."

"Mount Magu behind Yang Lingjun also harbors ambitions to support the dragon; this trip is merely to watch the show from the sidelines."

"Not to mention that Qici and Taiyi, Louguan Dao and the Li imperial family have close ties, Budai Maitreya is also extremely bloodthirsty."

"But in their several encounters with the general, they seemed hesitant. What are these two planning, staying in Pingdingshan all this time?"

Qin Fengquan frowned as well, which was also what puzzled him.

Judging from the previous test, this monk and the Taoist priest had actually accepted the same person as their disciple.

The young man named Li Cunxiao possessed a powerful inner energy that flowed like a mighty river, seemingly connected to all eight meridians.

A martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Yellow Court realm is a rare sight, occurring only once every hundred years.

Could it be related to this person?
'If this person is highly likely to advance to the True Form realm, then this explanation makes sense.'

'If Li Cunxiao is not eliminated, he will likely become another grandmaster in the future, and I will kill him without hesitation.'

A murderous glint flashed in Qin Fengquan's eyes. He then got up and walked out of the tent. He called over his personal guards and was about to give them some instructions when Li Guibo followed closely behind.

The two suddenly changed their expressions and looked into the distance.

Hundreds of miles away, a pillar of light pierced the sky and the earth, and a soaring red dragon danced in the air, its roar shaking the heavens.

"This is."

"A spiritual treasure! It's the aura of a secret realm!"

Qin Fengquan was interrupted by a shocked Li Guibo before he could finish speaking. However, he had no intention of getting angry. Instead, he stared intently into the distance, his expression a mixture of doubt, relief, and intense greed.

"Is it the direction of Pingdingshan? No wonder, no wonder, so Taiyi and Qici stayed in Songzhou for this item. Pass on my orders!"

The guards, recovering from their shock, knelt to receive the order, only to be stunned once more by it:
"All troops, move out and encircle Pingdingshan!"

"The fluctuations in this space feel so familiar. Is it the aura of a secret realm?! Is there a secret realm in Pingdingshan?!"

In a cave halfway up Pingdingshan Mountain, Du Guanglei burst out like a fiery meteor. Looking at the towering pillar of light and the hundreds-of-feet-long, seemingly real yet illusory red dragon, his mouth was so big it could swallow a suckling pig.

"No wonder, no wonder! So it turns out that Uncle Taiyi has been guarding this place for so many years for the secret realm's spiritual treasure!"

"Does Master know about these things, Uncle-Master Taiyi? If Master knows, does that mean..."

Du Guanglei's eyes lit up. "Were I sent here specifically?"

"My master values ​​me so highly?"

Even though he had practiced martial arts for over thirty years, his heart couldn't help but stir at this moment.

That's a spiritual treasure! A being even more powerful and unpredictable than a divine weapon!

These divine weapons possess a spirit, capable of transmitting martial arts and reviving a lineage; they are already rare in the world.

The preciousness of Lingbao can lead to the development of a lineage, the prosperity of a sect, and the creation of a sacred land!

Nowadays, among the Buddhist and Taoist sects, only those sects that possess spiritual treasures can be called holy lands.

As the imperial court is a major holy site, the world speculates that it possesses more than one spiritual treasure, but the truth remains uncertain.

In short, with such a great opportunity before him, Du Guanglei could no longer sit still.

Crimson true essence transformed into wings, with the faint phantom of the Vermilion Bird flickering behind him.

In just a dozen breaths, his figure descended like a shooting star atop the flat-topped mountain.

"Oh? Guang Lei, you've come at the perfect time."

Taiyi, holding his whisk, saw the person approaching and greeted them.

Upon hearing this, Du Guanglei became even more excited, thinking that his Uncle Taiyi was usually arrogant, but he had unexpectedly placed great expectations on him.

Now that Lingbao has been born, has he finally decided to give himself a chance to show himself?

"Uncle-Master," Du Guanglei stepped forward and bowed.

The closer you get to the mountaintop, the more you can feel the majestic aura of the hundred-foot-long dragon, and you can even vaguely see the continuous palaces and pavilions through the pillar of light.

This secret realm is quite large!

“Uncle-Master, my cultivation is shallow and my contributions to the sect are meager. I never expected to be valued by you today and to have this opportunity to enter and leave the secret realm.”

"This disciple does not covet rare treasures or opportunities; I only wish to do my utmost for you, to win important artifacts for our sect, and to live up to your and Master's years of cultivation!"

His words were humble and polite, and appropriately expressed his desire for improvement as a junior.

If it were someone else here, they would probably praise Du Guanglei and say that while the world belongs to us, it ultimately belongs to you. With opportunities before them, young martial artists should be even more proactive and seize them without hesitation, and so on.

Unfortunately, this person is Taiyi.

"Guanglei, I never realized you were like this before."

Du Guanglei's chest involuntarily puffed out, and sparks flew from the air coming out of his red nose.

"You're quite self-aware, kid."

"Since you know your cultivation level is low and you haven't made any contributions, don't even think about any opportunities. You can't interfere with matters concerning spiritual treasures."

"Keep a close eye on your junior brother Li for me. Make sure nothing happens to him, understand?"

"what?"

Seeing the old Taoist priest's matter-of-fact attitude, Du Guanglei's red nose stopped flaring, and his eyes were filled with astonishment:
Uncle-Master, I was just being polite! Why did you take it so seriously?
"Uncle-Master, my cultivation is low, but I can still do some things."

"Junior Brother Li is indeed exceptionally talented, but I remember he's still at the Yellow Court Perfection stage, opening up extraordinary meridians."

His cultivation level is lower than mine, so how come he can go while I have to be his bodyguard?
"It's not just the Yellow Court being perfected, it's the Great Perfection."

Taiyi unconsciously raised his neck, pointing his nostrils at his junior disciple. Before the latter could even finish his shock, he immediately added:
"Oh, it's not the Great Perfection of the Yellow Court, it's the Perfection of the True Form now."

impossible!
Du Guanglei reached out and touched his ear, suspecting that it had been damaged by the Vermilion Bird's True Essence from practicing too hard recently.

How long has it been since Li Cunxiao fought against Deng Xuanjing and Zheng Ya?
In less than two months, he reached the Great Perfection of the Yellow Court Meridian, and opening four more extraordinary meridians would be a piece of cake.

True form complete?

He recognized each of the four characters, but when put together, they became completely unfamiliar.

Entering samadhi, dwelling in samadhi, and emerging from samadhi are the three gates of true form. Which gate is not approached with utmost caution, and which person is not walking on thin ice?
Leaving aside the chief disciple under the master, just talking about himself, he spends years in seclusion, cultivating his mind and character.

It took him three to five years to finally overcome his inner demons, and another year to consolidate his strength before he could begin to climb the ladder to heaven.

Overcoming three obstacles in just a few months?

Is Li Cunxiao's heart made of iron?

"It is not iron, but a natural, flawless golden elixir, destined to become a great talent who will shake the world."

Taiyi heard his junior apprentice repeating his habit of talking to himself, but this time he didn't tease him; instead, he felt a sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

"Master, I'm ready."

The two looked over at the sound and saw the young man, his hand on his knife and his spear raised, striding towards them.

Behind Li Cunxiao, the big monk held a vajra staff in his hand. His usual smile had faded, replaced by a more sinister aura.

"Sanlang, take this jade goose."

Upon seeing Li Cunxiao, Taiyi Zhenren's expression immediately changed.

The caring and concerned manner he showed left Du Guanglei feeling utterly bewildered.

When has that arrogant alchemy master ever shown such an expression to anyone other than the headmaster?

“Previously, only a few of us entered. Now that the secret realm is wide open, there must be the will of the spiritual treasure itself. The spatial changes within the secret realm may not be the same as before.”

"In the Bone-Illuminating Mirror, I had reserved three strands of true essence beforehand, enough to withstand three attacks from a grandmaster."

"This item is called the Wild Goose Messenger, and it is a magical artifact specifically designed for communication."

"Once you enter the secret realm, if you encounter danger, simply input your true energy to contact your master." "Although Guang Lei's cultivation level is not high, he has accumulated decades of experience and is quite experienced. Just do as he says."

Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao's lips twitched, and looking at the aggrieved Du Guanglei on the side, he almost burst out laughing.

“Master, what you’re saying is a bit too hurtful.”

"Ahem," Taiyi seemed to snap out of his daze after being reminded by his beloved disciple, and turned around to call his junior disciple over.

"Guang Lei, I'm entrusting Li Cunxiao to you. This trip is just for training, so please prioritize your own safety."

"When we get back from this trip, I'll refine a batch of Twenty-Four Qi Pills for you."

What? Uncle-Master Taiyi, you actually think of me like that?

Du Guanglei couldn't help but shout:

"This disciple will certainly not fail in his mission!"

"Okay, very energetic."

Taiyi then walked over to Qici with a smile. To be honest, if Li Cunxiao hadn't insisted, he wouldn't have been willing for the latter to enter the secret realm.

After all, if he and Qici could acquire the Dragon Boat Spirit Treasure, the contents inside would be theirs for the taking, and they could choose and select at their leisure later.
If that doesn't work, with their combined strength, they can still get a decent harvest, but at this level, he can grit his teeth and take a few more years to achieve the same result.

However, Monk Qici strongly criticized Master Taiyi's hen-like approach, saying that it would stifle his disciple's ambition and talent. The latter had no choice but to give up, but still insisted on finding a bodyguard.

"Junior Brother Li," Du Guanglei was not one to fuss over details, and he quickly adjusted his mindset, becoming friendly in his attitude.

Among the Louguan Daoists, Taiyi Zhenren was the one who went the furthest in the path of alchemy, even surpassing the sect leader Daotong Zhenren.

The value of the pills he personally refined goes without saying, and as his only disciple, would Li Cunxiao's future be any worse?

Such a young person with a perfect physical form is simply unbelievable, even shocking.

The Three Stages of True Form Determination are perilous hurdles in the struggle against inner demons.

The person who can break through all three barriers in one go must be someone with an extremely strong will, great courage, and great determination.

If we don't befriend such talented individuals now, will we ever have another chance once they've taken off?

"I am a few years older and have more experience in the martial world than my junior brother, so I presumptuously call myself senior brother."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Du," Li Cunxiao said, showing no disdain for the man before him because of Taiyi's words.

The abbots of Tiangu Temple are all in their sixties or seventies, having broken through the Heavenly Ladder, while the person before me is only in his thirties or forties.

The superiority of one over the other, and the future prospects of the other, are obvious at a glance.

Moreover, the other party is a direct disciple of Daotong Zhenren, the head of the Louguan Dao sect, so there will likely be frequent interactions between them in the future.

"I haven't yet asked, senior brother, which lineage of the Four Symbols True Art do you cultivate?"

"It belongs to the Vermilion Bird lineage. Although it cannot compare to the Azure Dragon lineage in terms of abundant life force, it possesses the strengths of the Vermilion Bird True Fire."

Taiyi and Qici watched the two chatting and laughing, when the latter suddenly spoke:
"Cunxiao has only attained the true form of Buddhism. Is it alright for your nephew to see it?"

"The practice of combining teachings is not unusual. Just last week, someone attempted to integrate the three religions into one, but ultimately failed."

Taiyi looked relaxed. "Guanglei is a disciple personally selected by my senior brother."

"His character is just like his name: upright and honest. I watched him grow up."

Even if he saw it, he would just choose to keep quiet.

"Besides, my senior brother will definitely find out about this eventually."

"However, what other thoughts could a genius who cultivates two main bodies simultaneously possibly have besides being overjoyed?"

"That's true."

Qi Ci nodded. He had seen the old Taoist's caution and prudence towards Li Cunxiao, and since the other party had said so, there was naturally no problem.

"coming."

Three streaks of light, like shooting stars, flew rapidly toward Pingdingshan, but stopped ten miles away, seemingly observing.

Seeing this, the two simply smiled and didn't waste any more words. They called out to Li Cunxiao and Du Guanglei, then rose from the ground and instantly disappeared into the pillar of light.

"Master, they've gone in."

Deng Xuanjing looked at the middle-aged Taoist nun in front of her, her words seemingly agitated.

"A spiritual treasure? There's actually a spiritual treasure here? What are the bald thief and Taiyi up to?"

Yang Lingjun frowned, but when he looked at the red dragon in the sky, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of longing.

"Great-grandfather, it's a secret realm! Could this place be the legendary dragon boat treasure of Emperor Yang of the Former Zhou Dynasty?!"

Zheng Ya looked excited, and Zheng Lang, who usually liked to give him a good talking-to, didn't scold him this time, because he was also in shock.

"It's been five or six hundred years. I never imagined that the legend was that the true Taiyi came here every year. It turns out it was premeditated. No wonder the Li family of Longxi knows more secrets than my Zheng family of Xingyang, even though they are related to the royal family."

As Zheng Lang spoke, his gaze swept over Yang Lingjun and his apprentice, and then looked at Qin Fengquan, who was further away.

"What a stroke of luck!"

Qin Fengquan stared at the changing secret realm within the pillar of light, making no attempt to conceal the greed in his eyes.

Li Guibo was equally tempted, but he knew that with several grandmasters present, he probably wouldn't have a chance to intervene.

'Qin Zongquan is a man of great ambition. Although he surrendered to Huang Chao, he remained outwardly compliant but inwardly resentful.'

"Both are grandmasters, and Huang Chao's strength originally surpassed Qin Fengquan's. However, if they possess a spiritual treasure, the situation may immediately reverse."

'Unfortunately, most of the Holy Church's personnel are not here, and several Dharma Kings have important matters to attend to.'

'I'd better fulfill the leader's request first.'

Thinking of this, Li Guibo took the initiative to say to Qin Zongquan:

"If the general wishes to enter the secret realm, I will remain behind to oversee and coordinate the troops."

"Take advantage of the absence of the grandmasters and capture the state capital."

"But people like Qi claim to be righteous; if you enter alone..."

"I have my own way."

Qin Fengquan didn't care how sincere the other party was in their words.

Whether Li Guibo wanted to stay behind or send troops to attack the prefecture city, none of that mattered in the face of Lingbao.

A single magical treasure can be a sacred place.

If one could obtain such a great fortune, then one only needed to raise a call to arms, and money, provisions, and men would naturally come to join. It would be absolutely worth it to stake all one's wealth on this—besides, these were originally stolen.

The items were stolen, and the demon army was induced by feeding strong men with madness drugs, which were provided by the Ming Cult.

Qin Fengquan was a complete bandit; he had no heart to care about what he had stolen.
"Military matters are your responsibility."

Without hesitation, Qin Fengquan threw himself into the pillar of light after uttering those words.

Upon seeing this, Yang Lingjun and his apprentice, along with Zheng Lang and his grandson, followed closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, all five grandmasters plunged into the secret realm.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a crimson dragon roared in the air, and the towering pillar of light rapidly shrank until it finally turned into a speck of light, impossible to capture.

"Is Lingbao actively controlling the entrance and exit of the secret realm?"

Li Guibo's pupils contracted, and he suddenly felt somewhat fortunate that he hadn't entered it.

The world's most precious spiritual treasures are few and far between, and are controlled by the imperial court and various major sects and holy lands.

Regarding its power, various schools of thought have always remained tight-lipped, and almost no written records can be found.

Li Guibo understood that by doing this, a gap would naturally widen between forces that possessed spiritual treasures and those that did not.

However, Lingbao's most distinctive feature, namely its associated secret realms and grotto-heavens, is something that cannot be concealed.

Having a hidden paradise is like having an extra territory out of nowhere. Its size is hard to say, but the various products it contains, as well as some strange and wonderful uses, and the benefits it holds are beyond words.

The Ming Cult was previously unable to gain prominence and rose and fell in quick succession, also because it lacked spiritual treasures.

But now.
Li Guibo touched the two ferocious Buddha heads on his chest. In the space inside, more than a dozen glass bottles rose and fell, and the sea of ​​blood wailed and surged. It was not just Qin Fengquan's one.
Li Guibo didn't waste any time. After confirming with his own eyes that Chilong and the group of grandmasters had disappeared from sight, he quickly returned and joined up with the army that Qin Fengquan had mobilized.

In such a short time, it was impossible to mobilize all the troops; only a few thousand of the elite soldiers were present.

"But with the Grandmaster unable to intervene, taking over the state capital is enough."

"Take the capital?"

Qin Fengquan's personal guards hesitated upon hearing this. Although they had taken a lot of madness drugs, they were only capable of killing, not stupidity.

Even though their superiors had told them to let this Ming envoy handle military affairs before they left, no one was really willing to go and attack a fortified city; that would mean risking their lives.

“I know you want to wait for your general to return. If a grandmaster can break through the city walls with his Dharma Form, then victory will be a piece of cake.”

Li Guibo noticed their fear but remained unperturbed.

Because whether they go or not is not up to them.

"Why not act now? When will you ever dare to speak out?"

Why not be fair?
One of the Five Envoys, the Envoy of Light, why is there no justice?!

"Heaven has sent a demonic army to slay the injustice—"

A deep, resonant voice suddenly appeared. At first glance, it sounded like an ordinary man's voice, but then it became somewhat indistinct.

"The wicked kill the wicked—"

The sound was muffled in their ears but clear in their minds. Upon hearing it, the thousands of elite soldiers breathed heavily and their eyes turned bloodshot.

"The wicked kill the wicked—"

A footstep sounded in the crowd, and at that moment, the crowd parted to make way for them, their gazes gradually shifting from awe to fervor.

"Only by eliminating all injustice can peace prevail!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The bloodlust of thousands of elite soldiers was ignited like dry tinder.

Qin Fengquan's personal guards were more powerful. Although they were filled with murderous intent and wished they could drink blood and eat flesh, they had not completely lost their reason and only felt a chill in their hearts.

A bald monk dressed as a wandering ascetic, carrying two golden maces and wearing a skull rosary around his neck, walked up to Li Guibo.

"When will we do it?"

"Let's do it now."

"Slaughter Songzhou?"

"Leave no one behind!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The deafening shouts of battle echoed across the land. As He Buping chanted sutras, the movements of the thousands of demon soldiers became increasingly synchronized, as if they were all cut from the same mold.

Correspondingly, sweat was also visible on the forehead of the envoy who urged the light, indicating that this matter was not so easy for him either.

Thousands of people, like a black swarm of insects, marched toward the state capital.

However, when the two led their troops halfway, the rumbling sound of iron hooves on the ground was like a surging tide, and the city guards clad in silver armor were subtly surrounding them.

Seeing Bai Xiangshan and Dezheng stepping out from the crowd, Li Guibo remained calm despite his surprise.

Did you know we were coming?

"Senior Qi said that the Ming Cult will not let this opportunity pass."

This Prefect Bai was not wearing his official robes or armor today.

Wearing a wide white round-necked robe, with two black gauze ribbons fluttering in the wind behind her turban, she held a pipa in her hand, exuding exceptional elegance.

It didn't feel like going to war; it felt more like meeting old friends, playing music, drinking wine, and enjoying a carefree and happy time.

"So what if you guessed it?"

He Buping raised the Golden Melon Hammer, and dark yellow true energy condensed, making it as large as a millstone.

"You can't win against two opponents."

“Wrong,” the old monk Dezheng shook his head, braced his arms in front of his chest, parted his robe, and his bronze-colored, seemingly cast, strong muscles immediately swelled, and a fierce stream of air breathed in and out of his mouth and nose.

"It's not one against two, it's two against two."

what? !

The two Buddha heads on Li Guibo's chest suddenly swelled up and transformed into two powerful warriors, guarding him on the left and right.

clang! ! ! ! !
Like the grandest bells and drums, the invisible clash lasted only a moment, while Bai Juyi's fingers still caressed the trembling strings.

The same goddess, "Letian," holding a pipa vertically, appeared behind him; the two had different faces but the same expression.

Accompanied by intense tones, the powerful and decisive notes suddenly exploded—

"We'll find out who wins and who loses after the fight!"

(End of this chapter)