Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

night,

Above a desolate and muddy mountain path, Lin Xuan and Uncle Jiu stood side by side high in the dense forest, looking down at the mountain path below.

By the faint moonlight, a convoy of more than twenty people could be seen hurrying along the mountain road.

The caravan consisted of four horse-drawn carriages, carrying a considerable amount of goods, all completely covered with black cloth.

One of the carriages had its black cloth billowing high, and one could vaguely see a huge statue nearly two meters tall covering it.

The accompanying guards were all dressed in black, their expressions tense, and they nervously looked around as they hurried along.

The leader was an elderly man with gray hair, a gloomy face, and a steady gait.

Uncle Nine released his divine sense to sense it briefly, then lowered his voice and spoke.

"Among the Li family members below, the strongest is that old man with gray hair in front, who has the cultivation level of the early stage of the Human Master realm."

"Among the remaining guards, the strongest is only a mid-stage Archmage."

"I'll take care of that old man, Ah Xuan, you deal with the rest of the small fry, how about that?"

Lin Xuan nodded, his eyes calm.

"No problem, I'll leave it all to Master's arrangements."

Including tonight, this is the third night that the master and apprentice have gone out.

In the past three days, the master and apprentice, through Li Qingshu's bloodline connection, have already destroyed four secret strongholds of the Li family in the surrounding area.

Not only did they seize a large number of magical artifacts, cultivation materials, and the corpses of the Li family members, but they also found a clay statue of one of the nine sons of the dragon in one of their strongholds.

After these successive bloody hunts, the Li family's higher-ups clearly sensed the crisis.

The remaining members of the branch gang withdrew from their original strongholds, attempting to relocate and hide overnight.

Unfortunately, as long as the blood of the Li family still flows in their veins, they will never escape Li Qingshu's reverse perception.

The convoy had barely left the valley when Lin Xuan and his companion caught up with it.

On the mountain path below, several guards in black were whispering in alarm about the recent upheavals in their clan.

"Have you heard? The Fourth Elder's stronghold was completely wiped out three days ago, and several other branches have lost contact with us in the last two days!"

"I don't know what kind of evil spirit our Li family has offended; even the elders were so frightened that they ordered a evacuation overnight..."

"Shut up! Focus on the journey. Anyone who dares to gossip will face my wrath!"

The elderly man with gray hair coldly rebuked them, making the atmosphere in the convoy even more oppressive.

Just then, a piercing whistling sound suddenly rang out in the night sky.

boom!

Before the convoy could react, a tall figure fell from the sky like a meteorite, crashing heavily into the muddy ground in front of the convoy.

Mud and water sprayed everywhere!

"Who goes there?!"

"Ambush! Form ranks and meet the enemy!"

The Li family guards' expressions changed drastically. They all drew their weapons in horror and stared warily at the center of the muddy water.

The next second, the water droplets, which had not yet settled, suddenly burst apart.

Lin Xuan transformed into a blur and shot out, unleashing a violent gust of wind with his fist, heading straight for the nearest black-clad guard.

The guard only felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could even make a blocking motion, Lin Xuan's iron fist had already struck his chest.

With a sharp crack, the guard's chest caved in deeply, and he flew backward, spitting out blood, dying instantly.

"court death!"

Beside him, a burly guard, his eyes bloodshot, gripped his hundred-refined longsword tightly and, imbued with the Dao Qi of an early-stage Grand Mage, viciously slashed towards Lin Xuan's neck.

Lin Xuan didn't even look at him, and directly raised his right hand to meet the attack.

A deep, black jade tortoise shell-like shadow appeared on the surface of the forearm, forcefully blocking the falling blade.

With a clang of metal, sparks flew everywhere!

The long sword struck Lin Xuan's arm, but it didn't even leave a white mark.

The guard's expression changed drastically, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Before he could even draw his sword and retreat, Lin Xuan suddenly flipped his five fingers, gripped the blade, and unleashed a terrifying burst of strength from his palm.

Click!

The longsword, forged from fine steel, was crushed into countless fragments by his bare hands, as easily as brittle ice!

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xuan's right leg swept out like an iron whip, striking the guard squarely in the waist and abdomen.

With a muffled thud, the guard flew out like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the wheel of a nearby carriage.

The wooden wheels could not withstand the brute force and shattered into pieces on the spot, causing the vehicle to tilt and fall to the ground with a crash.

"Let's all go! Kill him!"

Upon seeing this, the remaining dozen or so Li family guards let out a fierce roar and brandished their swords, attacking from all directions.

Lin Xuan, expressionless, charged directly into the crowd, unleashing a one-sided massacre with his fists.

Bang, bang, bang!

The dull cracking of bones and screams echoed through the night sky.

These guards were no match for Lin Xuan. Anyone who came within three feet of him was blasted away with a single punch, their bones broken and they lay groaning in the mud.

Seeing the heavy casualties among his men, the white-haired old man at the front of the convoy suddenly bristled with anger, and the powerful aura of a master at the early stage of the Human Master realm erupted from his body.

"You little beast, prepare to die!"

He roared and stomped his feet on the ground, about to pounce on Lin Xuan.

But just then, his vision suddenly blurred.

A gaunt figure dressed in a yellow Taoist robe appeared like a ghost in front of him, standing with his hands behind his back, blocking his path.

"Your opponent is me."

Uncle Nine spoke calmly, while simultaneously releasing a wisp of his aura to feign the cultivation fluctuations of an early-stage Human Master.

The white-haired old man paused, sensing that Uncle Nine possessed an aura of similar cultivation level to his own, and a sinister sneer immediately appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha! I thought you were some kind of immortal being, but you're just a novice Taoist master who hasn't even shed his pubic hair yet!"

"With such meager skills, you dare to ambush me halfway? You're courting death!"

As the white-haired old man roared, the strange blood of the dragon-snake hidden within his body suddenly boiled. Patches of bluish-black, foul-smelling scales rapidly rolled out from his neck and the sides of his arms, and his fingernails swelled into sharp black hooks about an inch long.

A foul wind howled, carrying with it a piercing whistle of water vapor, and the old man unleashed a Mountain-Shattering Iron Fist straight for Uncle Nine's heart!

Uncle Nine remained calm, flipped his hand and took out an ordinary magic sword, and calmly went to meet the enemy.

For the past three days, he has been suppressing his own cultivation level and honing his swordsmanship by using the experts of the Li family.

Stimulated by the life-or-death struggle, the opportunity for him to break through to the late stage of the Earth Master realm has become increasingly vigorous.

Uncle Nine estimated that after a few more battles like this, he would be able to break through the barrier that had troubled him for so long.

boom!

The white-haired old man's powerful punch slammed heavily onto the peach wood sword that Uncle Nine was using to block.

Uncle Nine casually dislocated his wrist, causing the wooden sword to sway slightly and be pulled off course by the brute force. He also took a half-step back.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man's contempt deepened, and he let out a disdainful snort.

"You dare show your face with that broken wooden sword? Trash is trash! I'll take your dog's life within ten moves!"