Yin Yang Soul Searcher

Shen Fang's expression remained as still as water, his eyes fixed silently on the corpse at his feet.

They thought it was just a simple reconnaissance of the Tuyun Mountains, but they never expected the demon race to have laid an ambush there. Two Onmyoji are dead, and the fate of the Qingshui Hall Master is unknown. The Onmyo Palace has suffered a great loss this time!

It's important to know that the requirements to become an Onmyoji are extremely stringent, and this kind of loss is something the Onmyoji Palace doesn't want to see!

Peng Li seized the opportunity to land next to Yang Liu, transforming into human form: "I just saw you at the foot of the mountain, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

"You knew they were coming, so why didn't you deal with them?" Yang Liu asked with a gloomy face.

"Are you trying to teach me how to do things?" Peng Li retorted without hesitation. "If it weren't for you, you idiot, insisting on chasing them, I would have wiped out everyone in the cave long ago! We're already on our way to the battlefield!"

Yang Liu snorted coldly and remained silent.

Peng Li glanced at the sky with a grim face, silently calculating the time. He could take care of these people in front of him while he was at it.

Then Peng Li's face transformed into an eagle's face, becoming the appearance of Amitabha Buddha's uncle.

Opening its cherry-like mouth towards Yang Liu, Yang Liu's size visibly began to shrink, floating in the air, and was swallowed whole by Peng Li!

Even our own people eat it?

The four hall masters' expressions changed instantly, as if facing a formidable enemy. They quickly gathered around the Yin-Yang symbol; such a method was unheard of!

As Yang Liu was swallowed, Peng Li's face returned to human form.

Without uttering any further words, Peng Li flicked his sleeve, and a deluge of sharp, knife-like feathers flew out from beneath his black robes, cascading down upon the four hall masters.

Shen Fangzheng calmly manipulated his soul power, injecting it into the Yin-Yang fish talisman beside him. The black and white energies instantly enveloped the hall masters present.

Clang, clang, clang—the sharp, sword-like feathers made a crisp, metallic sound as they struck the black and white energy. Then, they lost control and fell to the ground.

Peng Li's eyes narrowed, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "To be able to withstand my attack so easily, it seems you came prepared. If I had hunted you down on the way, it would have taken me a lot of time."

"Isn't killing us now the same thing?" Shen Fangzheng's voice came from the mist.

Peng Li frowned slightly, and with his right hand forming a claw, he grabbed forward. A huge phantom of an eagle claw appeared in front of him, and then the eagle claw, which could shatter gold and split rocks, forcefully grabbed at the cloud of mist.

Unfortunately, the fog was much stronger than the token from before, and there was no cracking sound.

Having failed to achieve his goal, Peng Li withdrew his illusory form. After carefully sensing the power of the mist, his expression turned somewhat gloomy.

I can't kill the people inside the fog in a short time, but I don't have time to waste here.

Having made up his mind, Peng Li stopped entangled and flicked his sleeves to unleash a final wave of feathers. While Shen Fangzheng was focused on defense, the entire demon transformed into a giant eagle and soared into the sky like a spring up from the ground.

Peng Li's last words echoed in the sky: "I'm not playing with you guys today. If I run into you again, you'll all be dead!"

Shen Fangzheng withdrew his soul power, and the black and white mist once again disappeared into the Yin-Yang symbol. Only then did the hall masters who had been enveloped reveal themselves.

Unexpectedly, the demon race retreated so easily. Shen Fangzheng squinted, watching the giant eagle disappear into the distance. Just as the deputy hall master had predicted, the demon race had even more powerful members lying in ambush here, but their target was the eldest prince, and they wouldn't waste any time here.

As Peng Li soared through the sky, he seemed to be talking to himself: "Their strength is not very high, but they are so well prepared to come and find their comrades. I can't break that magic weapon in a short time."

"Is it really necessary to be so thorough in just finding colleagues? Did they already guess that a powerful enemy would attack them?" Peng Li felt more and more uneasy.

At that moment, a slightly languid and alluring voice came from his stomach: "Perhaps they've already guessed that we're lurking in the Tuyun Mountains?"

"It's possible. You two haven't been doing things very cleanly, showing yourselves in front of the Onmyoji too many times," Peng Li said, his bird beak agape.

"Even if we're exposed, they'll never guess that our target is the carcass of a mythical beast," Yang Liu said confidently.

Peng Li cursed the fool in his heart, but he was also a little worried. If the Great Xia really guessed what they were going to do and sent more people to help, all their efforts over the years would be in vain!

Tokuun Mountains

Shen Fangzheng fed a pill to the head of the Qingshui Hall and then circulated his internal energy to heal his injuries. The two martial artists, whose injuries were relatively minor, began to meditate and heal themselves after taking the pill.

A moment later, a trace of color returned to the pale face of the Master of the Clear Water Hall, and his breathing became even.

When he opened his eyes, there was a hint of confusion in his gaze at first, but his expression instantly cleared up after he recognized his colleague.

He then grabbed Shen Fangzheng's arm: "Quickly, quickly inform the Vice Hall Master! The demon race has been controlling the ferocious beasts of Treasure Beast Mountain. They've been plotting a lot in Great Xia. Their target is the auspicious beast that the First Prince is escorting!"

Shen patted his hand, signaling him not to get agitated. Several colleagues also stepped forward to comfort him, saying, "The fact that you're still alive means that the demon race's purpose has been exposed."

The head of the Shimizu Hall looked confused again, a confusion mixed with shock: "How did you know?"

"It's a long story, and we don't know the specific analysis. But it was indeed deduced by that new Onmyoji."

The head of the Qingshui Hall vaguely thought of someone and said uncertainly, "Bai Jueming, who turned over a new leaf from the black market?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. I didn't expect you to remember his name."

Not only do I remember, I also want to poach Li Zhengshan's talent. Hearing this from his colleague, Master Qingshui made up his mind: he would go back and challenge Li Zhengshan to a duel to steal his man!

The information I risked my life to uncover, only to have it so easily guessed by someone else? How wonderful it would be if this kind of person were under my command!

On the official road fifteen miles east of the Tuyun Mountains.

A troop of soldiers, armed with long spears, their heads adorned with red tassels and clad in armor, marched along the official road, the clanging of their armor echoing as they went. Like a mighty torrent of armored warriors, they surged forward.

At a glance, the troops stretched for at least a hundred meters, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, they seemed to have no end in sight.

In the center of the military base, there was a cart about thirty meters long, covered all around with red cloth, with sharp edges and corners, resembling an oversized coffin...

Some soldiers were responsible for pulling the cart, while others were responsible for pushing it, which shows how heavy the auspicious beast's carcass was.

The soldiers surrounding the cart didn't have the casual demeanor of the soldiers in the capital; instead, their expressions were wary and stern, clearly those of seasoned veterans who had fought on the battlefield for years. A chilling and deadly aura emanated from them.

At the front of the troops, two generals on horseback carried the flags that belonged exclusively to the Great Xia army. The flags were square, with a large "Xia" written in black on a red background!

Between the two generals stood a young man whose armor differed from that of the ordinary soldiers. His appearance bore a resemblance to the Emperor of Great Xia; this was none other than Jiang Yeying, the rightful eldest prince of Great Xia. A single strand of hair framing his forehead was naturally blond.

In the eyes of those sycophants, this strand of hair was naturally a gift, a dragon's beard, a sign of divine destiny, and a future destined for great achievements.

In Bai Jueming's eyes, this was just a tuft of blond hair, no different from those riding will-o'-the-wisps...

The eldest prince's silver armor gleamed golden in the sunset's afterglow, and a mysterious array diagram was hidden beneath his scarlet cloak. This entire set of equipment had naturally been crafted by Qiao Shou, the world's greatest weapon refiner, to ensure his life was protected to the very core.

As the nephew of Qiao Shou, the master of the Great Xia Craftsmen Hall, it's reasonable for him to have such a set of magical artifacts that are different from ordinary people, right?

The eldest prince brushed a strand of blond hair from his forehead and looked ahead at the road. The outline of the capital city was already faintly visible in the distance.

The eldest prince turned around, raised his sword, and confidently encouraged the soldiers: "My lords, you have worked hard. The capital is not far away, and we will arrive tonight. Keep up the good work, and once we have safely escorted the auspicious beast's carcass to the capital, I will personally ask my father for a reward for you all."

Hearing this, the soldiers were greatly encouraged, their hearts filled with excitement. After such a long and arduous journey, they were finally back in the capital! Raising their spears, they responded in unison, "General, you are mighty! General, you are mighty!"

"We hope His Majesty will bestow more gold and silver upon us, so that we may also have a good time in the capital!"

"I've heard that the young ladies in the capital are very gentle and refined, unlike those shrewish women from Liangzhou."

"hey-hey."

"Come on, that's because you're poor. If you were as rich as those tycoons, would those bitches dare to be so aggressive towards you? Wouldn't they be serving you obediently?"

"That's true."

"I need to find ten!"

Listening to the bawdy jokes told by the soldiers behind him, a general carrying the flag at the front cracked his whip and approached the eldest prince with some concern, saying, "Your Highness, although we are almost at the capital, it would be best to be cautious. I have heard that things have been rather unsettled in the capital lately, with demon cultivators in human form appearing."

The eldest prince, unlike the blond-haired boy he looked at, nodded seriously: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have written to Father Emperor for help and asked him to send someone to meet us. I just don't know who Father Emperor sent? We still haven't seen them."

"And have you noticed? It's eerily quiet all around here." The eldest prince surveyed his surroundings with a serious expression.

"It's a bit quiet now." The general carrying the chess pieces looked around sharply, but found nothing unusual.

"Why does the ground feel a little soft beneath my feet?" The eldest prince looked down. The road was compacted and leveled. Yet, his horse could leave shallow footprints on the compacted ground. How strange!

Before the eldest prince could even think, a sudden cry of an eagle echoed through the sky. Pengli's enormous figure cast a large shadow in the setting sun.

A huge shadow swept over the Crown Prince's head, and by the time it landed on the cliff beside him, Peng Li had already transformed into human form.

"All hands on alert!" The eldest prince's eyes blazed as he drew his sword. The two accompanying generals switched to holding flags with both hands, the flags fluttering in the strong wind—clearly no ordinary flags.

With a series of swift movements, the five thousand soldiers behind them simultaneously drew their swords. The number of soldiers mobilized to ensure the safe return of the auspicious beast's corpse to the capital was enough to launch a major battle.

"Why do I feel that this escort method is a bit crude? Make a coffin for the auspicious beast, then put it on a cart and transport it back to the capital?" Bai Jueming hid in a ravine not far away, climbing on a small slope, his whole body surrounded by green vegetation.