Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 304 Detachment

Chapter 304 Detachment
In fact, Song Yan had always had a general idea about the so-called treasures that could be obtained from these ruins.

The battle tactics contained within the tooth-shaped jade tablet before him were entirely within his expectations.

These things are useless to me, but they're perfect for the dog.

This kid's luck is really good.

Actually, it's not that it's completely useless. In the Nuo mask, that fellow Daoist "Boqi" seems to be searching for so-called "battle tactics".

However, it seems that Gousheng can use this item, so let's forget about it.

He tossed it away casually and returned it to Sheng Nian.

Then, he turned his gaze to something else.

This item is black and gold in color, and feels cool to the touch.

Upon closer inspection, it is a bronze tiger shape, with the left and right halves joined together by a mortise and tenon joint.

The bronze tiger is small, less than three inches in size, and is engraved with ancient inscriptions and inlaid with gold.

"Huh?" Song Yan exclaimed with interest, "It's actually the Tiger Tally of the Celestial Dynasty..."

Yes, this is the Supreme General of the Yan Kingdom. It's only natural that he possesses the Tiger Tally of the Celestial Dynasty.

In the ancient Immortal Dynasty, the Tiger Tally could mobilize the army and soldiers of the Immortal Dynasty, making it a national treasure.

Now that the Immortal Dynasty has long since perished, this item is probably useless.

However, Song Yan was quite interested in these antiques, so he waved them at Sheng Nian and said, "This one is mine."

Sheng Nian waved his hand impatiently, "You're treating scrap metal like a treasure? Take it away, take it away."

It seems that only these two things exist here.

The two divided it up, showing no intention of giving any to Wu Caidie and the others, and not even bothering to discuss it.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable about that.

But at that moment, none of the four people uttered a sound.

If you are weaker than others, you can only accept it.

For some reason, in Wu Caidie's eyes, Song Yesheng's strength was always unfathomable.

Otherwise, she would have already snatched the treasure.

Song Yan and Sheng Nian took the items, walked to the skeleton, and bowed slightly.

Just then, near the skeleton, specks of crimson light gathered and fell onto the ground behind him.

It slowly solidified into a hexagonal teleportation array, with an ancient and simple design and pattern.

“Hmm…” Sheng Nian pretended to take a closer look and said, “Fellow Daoists, it seems that we can leave this Immortal Dynasty ruins from here.”

Everyone looked at each other.

Sheng Nian looked at Song Yan: "Old Song, have you left?"

"You go first." Song Yan shook his head and said, "I still have some things to take. I need to go back to the Qin army camp."

What a joke! General Bai promised me that he hadn't given me the sword yet. If I leave now, I don't know if I'll still be able to get in.

“Alright.” Sheng Nian nodded. “When you go out, please call A Yuan over for me. I’ll just take him with me.”

As Wu Caidie and the others listened to the conversation between the two, their minds began to wander again.

Are these two going to part ways here?

All four of them seemed to be glancing at Sheng Nian, almost imperceptibly.

Although they feared Song Yesheng, this man in his prime was not worth mentioning.

If we kill this person before that "A Yuan" arrives, we can also take his treasures.

As Song Yan and Zhou Mengdie walked further and further away, Wu Caidie and Li Yan's accomplice exchanged a knowing glance.

This is the last chance.

……

Song Yan's cultivation level is still low, and with someone accompanying him, he is unable to use the Wandering Void Technique.

Therefore, he had no choice but to take Zhou Mengdie with him on his sword.

Fortunately, the boat was also quite fast, and the two quickly returned to the Qin army camp.

After the sword light subsided, the two landed outside the Du You Pavilion.

"Junior Sister Zhou, please wait here for a moment."

"it is good."

Xiao Zhou nodded obediently.

We're leaving this awful place soon, so a little longer won't make a difference.

Song Yan didn't distrust Zhou Mengdie; this girl only thought about sleeping, so what bad intentions could she possibly have?

However, the ancestor in her dream should not be underestimated.

It is essential to be on guard against others.

Looking at the familiar scenery of Duyou Pavilion, but without Deputy General Luo Zheng by his side, he felt a little melancholy.

Song Yan stepped inside and followed the same path as before, arriving at the courtyard.

General Bai remained the same, sitting quietly. Upon seeing the newcomer, he waved warmly.

"You're finally here."

"We've been imprisoned here for who knows how many years, and everyone's eager to return to their homeland..."

Song Yan remained silent for a moment, then sat down next to General Bai.

"What did that general from Yan do?"

General Bai sighed softly, but there was little melancholy in his voice; instead, he seemed relieved.

"You mean General Yue..."

"Hehe, it's nothing really."

He gently raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"The three of us are not just sitting here doing nothing. This great formation has endured for thousands of years, and finally, we have a chance to break it."

"We then took that unfinished war from countless years ago as a gamble and played a game."

"It's a small gamble to make me happy."

"There is no real punishment for the losers. We all follow the path of martial immortals, so we don't leave anything behind."

"But the last person who broke through the formation was unable to return to his hometown to take a look."

It turned out to be the case.

General Bai's few words conveyed the general outline of the changes that had occurred at this ancient battlefield of the Immortal Dynasty.

However, after so many years, does their so-called hometown still exist?
It's just a simple wish.

"Hehe, I know, the three of us are actually the same, like stray dogs."

"General Cola is truly innocent. He has made outstanding contributions to the Yan Kingdom and has done nothing wrong, yet he still suffers from the monarch's suspicion."

"I'm afraid they've long since given up the idea of fighting for the Yan state; otherwise, how could we have won so easily?"

He chuckled, as if he had suddenly come to his senses.

"Oh dear, look at me, I'm a dead man, yet I'm still rambling on and on."

"It's been so many years since I've spoken to a living person. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

He suddenly stood up and walked into the house.

"Come, follow me."

He looked around the room, then walked to a wooden box and began rummaging through it.

He rummaged through the wooden box and found a lot of random things.

There are some things that resemble magical artifacts or weapons.

General Bai took out a long halberd and showed it to Song Yan.

"These things are called battle magic weapons, or battle tools... Do you still use these now?"

never heard of that.

Song Yan honestly shook his head: "Never heard of it."

General Bai's eyes held a hint of melancholy: "...I've become an old man."

"None of these are usable anymore."

He casually tossed these miscellaneous ancient treasures aside and took out a jade scepter from them.

"This contains a battle technique, a swordsmanship. I don't know if you'll find it useful, but it's just sitting here wasting time. Take it."

"And this is an ancient jade that I received as a reward from the King of Qin. It seems to have some connection with the fate of the Qin Dynasty."

"It looks nice, and carrying it around can suppress some of the evil energy of soldiers, but it may not be of much use to you."

"Take it and play with it."

General Bai casually tossed the ancient jade over, and Song Yan caught it carefully.

"and this."

He took the last item out of the wooden box.

This thing looks very familiar; it's very similar to the tiger tally that Song Yan obtained at the place where General Yue of Yan died.

However, it was only half. Looking at this thing, General Bai remained silent for a moment, rubbing it with both hands.

"I'm actually not very capable."

"My achievements in this lifetime are all due to luck."

He suddenly sat down on the ground, looked at the tiger tally, and muttered to himself.

"Born into the world, we were born into a powerful and prosperous Qin Dynasty. It was strong in its army and its incense was burning brightly."

"Actually, anyone who is the general can win the battle."

Song Yan had long suspected that General Bai was the real person, but had never sought confirmation from him.

Hearing his self-deprecation, he said, "General Bai is too modest."

He waved his hand and continued, "Everyone says I am good at winning with fewer troops and overcoming the strong with the weak."

"Hmph... How could that be..."

"Their generals and soldiers are not to be trifled with either."

"The ability to defeat Han and Wei, and to win one victory after another, was all due to strategic advantage and the natural order of things. There is no such thing as divine military genius."

"To end up like this is probably because the Battle of Changping angered both heaven and man, and he suffered divine retribution."

"Alright, alright, I'll give this to you as well."

With a wave of his hand, the golden-red ancient talisman in Song Yan's Qiankun bag suddenly flew out and hovered in front of General Bai.

The number of merits among them has long exceeded one thousand, and the ancient talisman has turned completely black.

Its black and gold colors are somewhat similar to those of the tiger tally.

Just as he was thinking this, General Bai casually flicked his wrist, and the ancient talisman transformed into the other half of the tiger tally.

With a snap, the two halves of the tiger tally came together.

The tiger tally hung in the air. General Bai casually pointed at it, and it flew towards him. Song Yan caught it with both hands.

"Take it and take it."

Finally, General Bai seemed to remember something: "Take the sword in the courtyard yourself, and leave early, lest you delay my return home."

"Haha."

Song Yan put away the items one by one, paused, and bowed to General Bai.

He then stepped out of the house.

"What is the outside world like now?"

"It would be really interesting to be able to walk on the ground, with my own body, and explore the vast world..."

A gentle breeze suddenly swept by, softly closing the door behind them.

Without saying much, Song Yan went straight to the ring-pommel sword by the pond.

He placed one hand on the hilt, lifted it gently, and held it in his hand.

Just then, countless crimson lights condensed in the air, falling in scattered points onto the ground in the courtyard, gradually forming the shape of a teleportation array.

This situation seems familiar.

It seems that Mengdie and I can leave the ruins from here.

He didn't have time to refine it here, so he put away the ancient sword.

He bowed to General Bai again.

"This junior takes his leave."

……

Near the Yan army camp, on a mountaintop.

Following Young Master Song's directions, A Yuan arrived at this place and, near the dome-shaped mountainside, smelled an extremely strong stench of blood.

He paused slightly, then quickly walked along the mountain's dome to the edge of the crevice and looked down.

He saw Sheng Nian sitting cross-legged near a teleportation array, holding a jade scepter in his hand.

Not far from him lay four corpses.

The four corpses died in different ways, but what they had in common was that their stiff faces were all frozen in a state of fear and panic.

It seems that at the moment of their death, they witnessed something that horrified them.

Sensing A Yuan's arrival, Sheng Nian withdrew his consciousness from the tooth scepter, raised his head, and waved to him.

"Come."

A Yuan leaped down and walked up to Sheng Nian.

"Little Lord……"

"Oh, these are the corpses of four Foundation Establishment cultivators. Burn them quickly, don't be shy."

Sheng Nian pointed to the teleportation array next to him: "We'll leave after we burn it all."

"Yes."

A Yuan responded and then diligently began to dispose of the body.

Sheng Nian wanted to study this sword technique further, but suddenly paused and looked at A Yuan's busy back.

This ancient site is now deserted, making it a perfect place to discuss secret matters.

He paused, seemingly considering his words.

Only after A Yuan's Corpse Fiend Fire had burned the corpses of Wu Caidie and the others to ashes did he slowly speak.

“A-Yuan.”

The corpse puppet turned around: "Young Master, what are your orders?"

Sheng Nian asked, "How strong are you now?"

A Yuan was silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

But in the end, he shook his head: "A-Yuan doesn't know how to judge."

Sheng Nian was taken aback, seemingly realizing that his question had been too vague.

"Just tell me what level of cultivator you are currently equivalent to."

"Yes, in a one-on-one life-or-death battle, a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage should be no match for him."

After he finished speaking, he added a sentence.

"However, if it is someone like the young master or Young Master Song, a dragon among men, a prodigy of heaven, then A Yuan is naturally no match for them."

"Oh my," Sheng Nian said with some surprise, "Where did you learn such flattery from?"

A Yuan scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

Although his face was hidden by the mask, one could still tell that he was in a difficult situation.

"Ok."

Sheng Nian nodded.

After the corpse puppet A Yuan finished dealing with everything, he asked, "Young Master, is everything settled?"

"Hmm, no rush to leave."

Sheng Nian suddenly pointed to the ground in front of him: "Sit."

The corpse puppet A Yuan was a little confused, but since it was the young master's order, he did as he was told.

It took a lot of effort for the clumsy, stiff body to finally sit down cross-legged.

"Ah Yuan, do you still remember your family members from when you were alive?"

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