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

Lin Xuan's mind stirred slightly, and he continued to use his divine sense to inquire about the specific location.

Li Qingshu, inside the gourd, pondered for a moment before giving a precise answer.

"Reporting to the altar master, that bloodline aura is within a range of about seven or eight miles directly ahead."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan nodded slightly and turned to look at his Ninth Uncle beside him.

Lin Xuan pointed to the depths of the town, "Master, Qing Shu sensed a lone member of the Li family about seven or eight miles ahead."

Hearing this, Uncle Nine raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Since we've run into each other, let's go and take a look."

The master and apprentice did not linger any longer, stepped over the town's entrance archway, and continued walking along the bluestone path.

As he walked, Lin Xuan keenly sensed that something was amiss in his surroundings.

The townspeople walking along the streets all had unsteady steps and blank expressions.

Many people stared blankly at the ground, looking dazed and confused, not even reacting when they bumped into roadside stalls.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine suddenly stopped, quickly made a hand seal, and gently wiped his eyes with his fingers.

A faint glimmer of pure golden light flashed in Uncle Nine's eyes.

After seeing the condition inside the townspeople's bodies, Uncle Nine's face instantly turned cold.

Uncle Nine looked around at the listless people and spoke in a deep voice.

"Ah Xuan, all three souls of these townspeople are missing a piece."

"There must be evil cultivators infiltrating the town, secretly using evil magic to extract the souls of these people."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he was just about to say something.

Just then, a loud commotion suddenly erupted from the street corner ahead.

An angry man's roar echoed down the street.

"You heretic, you're no respectable Taoist priest at all!"

"My mother was perfectly fine just now, but after you recited a few lines of that rubbish scripture, she collapsed and fainted as soon as she got home."

"It must be you, you old Taoist priest, who secretly used some evil magic to harm my mother and make her look like this."

"You have to cure my mother today, or I'll fight you to the death!"

Lin Xuan looked up at the sound and saw a large crowd of people gathered at the crossroads ahead, blocking the street completely.

"Let's go take a look," Uncle Nine said.

Lin Xuan nodded and said, "Okay."

The master and apprentice had just taken a step when a gasp of surprise came from the encirclement ahead.

Immediately following was a chaotic scene of people and horses falling over.

A burly figure was violently shoved into the crowd of onlookers, and several civilians who were unable to dodge in time were knocked to the ground, their cries of pain echoing around them.

As the panicked crowd dispersed to both sides, Lin Xuan was able to clearly see the appearance of the yellow-robed Taoist priest in the center of the scene.

But Lin Xuan's gaze lingered on the other person's face for only a moment before turning downwards and landing on the ancient bamboo slips hanging from the Taoist's waist.

A semi-transparent system panel immediately unfolded before Lin Xuan's eyes.

【Yuandun Precious Scroll】

[Quality: White]

[Introduction: This is a precious bamboo scroll, a secret transmission from an ancient evil lineage. Made from century-old bitter bamboo, it is inscribed with virtuous scriptures, but in reality, it has been repeatedly refined with malevolent spirits, evil energy, and demonic influences, making it a malevolent artifact used to nurture rampant ghosts! It contains over a hundred living souls.]

[Entries: Soul-Stealing and Spirit-Capturing, The Art of Military Training]

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Looking at the information on the panel, a cold glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

So they were heretical cultivators from the Yuandun sect of the White Lotus Sect. No wonder they acted so recklessly.

In the arena, the yellow-robed evil cultivator disgustedly shook the dust off his clothes and let out a cold snort.

"Don't make false accusations here. I am a monk from a reputable and orthodox lineage."

"Your mother is unwell and has fallen seriously ill. Instead of taking the money to see a doctor, you're blaming me."

"This Taoist priest is busy with many affairs and has no time to deal with you bunch of troublemakers."

After saying this, the yellow-robed evil cultivator flicked his whisk, turned around, and strode towards the end of the street.

Ignoring his abrasions, the middle-aged man on the ground scrambled to his feet from the muddy ground.

"You can't leave!" the middle-aged man roared, his eyes red-rimmed. "If you're going to leave today, you'll have to get my mother healed first!"

Hearing the shouts behind him, the yellow-robed evil cultivator curled up a mocking sneer.

He paused slightly, just about to turn around and mock the fool again, when a sharp, gust of wind suddenly swept up from behind him.

The yellow-robed evil cultivator's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end instantly.

Before he could even cry for help, an irresistible and terrifying force slammed into his back.

Immediately afterwards, the streets and houses in front of him turned into a blurry afterimage, and his feet left the ground as he was thrown forward as if weightless.

With a muffled thud, the yellow-robed evil cultivator crashed heavily onto the bluestone ground seven or eight meters away, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

He lay in a pool of blood, his whole body aching, his internal organs displaced, and he had completely lost the strength to even lift his head.

The surrounding people were startled by this sudden turn of events and retreated in surprise.

The steady footsteps approached from afar, and a tall shadow loomed over them.

Lin Xuan strode to the yellow-robed evil cultivator's side, bent down and ripped off the round scroll hanging from his waist.

Sensing the faint aura of hundreds of souls sealed inside the bamboo slip, Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at the dazed middle-aged man not far away.

Lin Xuan said gently, "Brother, don't worry. Your mother's soul has simply been collected into a bamboo scroll by this evil Taoist."

"I will use my magic to break the seal and return all these souls to their bodies in a moment."

Upon hearing this, the yellow-robed evil cultivator lying on the ground widened his eyes in terror and opened his mouth as if to say something.

But only crimson blood foam kept gushing from his throat, making a hoarse, leaky sound.

Just as Lin Xuan finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to mess with even members of our Yuandun Sect? I think you're tired of living!"

As the sound faded, Wang Li crossed his arms and used his lightness technique to leap over the heads of the onlookers, landing lightly not far behind Lin Xuan.

Hearing the noise, Lin Xuan slowly turned around, his gaze immediately sweeping towards the bamboo slips at the other person's waist.

[Yuandun Precious Scroll] [Quality: Green] [Entries: "The Art of Military Training", "The Precious Record of Green Wood"]

Looking at the two entries displayed on the panel, Lin Xuan felt they looked extremely familiar.

Across from him, Wang Li's expression shifted slightly after he saw Lin Xuan's young and handsome face, and a cruel smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Kid, it's you!" Wang Li said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, and instantly understood.

Based on the familiar entries on the green bamboo scroll, the guy in front of me was clearly one of the two evil cultivators from the Yuandun Sect who had spied on Renjia Town's North Qinghe River more than a month ago.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan glanced around at the rooftops and alleyways, and spoke with a half-smile.

"Oh, it's you. Where are your companions?"

"Didn't I come with you today, or am I hiding in some dark corner like a mouse?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Li's sinister smile froze instantly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you know me?" Wang Li asked in a deep voice.

Lin Xuan shook his head slightly. "I don't know you, but I know you went to Beiqinghe in Renjia Town more than a month ago."

Upon hearing the words "Beiqinghe," Wang Li's heart skipped a beat, and a bead of cold sweat slid down his temple.

How is that possible?!

Back then, by the Beiqing River, the two brothers had been secretly observing from a great distance, but they hadn't even made a face to this kid!

How did this kid recognize me? Could it be that he knows some kind of precognitive ability?

But upon further reflection, Wang Li suppressed his surprise and doubt.

A little over a month ago, this kid was just a nobody who had just entered the Daoist realm, a whole realm below him.

Even if this kid does possess some strange and unusual investigative techniques, he would never be a match for me given the absolute difference in strength.

Moreover, the living souls collected from that fool's bamboo slips on the ground are crucial to the sacrificial plan for Ancient Locust Village tonight, and absolutely cannot fall into this kid's hands.

Today, we must not only snatch back the Yuandun Precious Scroll, but also take the opportunity to grind this meddlesome brat to dust!

Thinking of this, Wang Li let out a cold snort, "Stop playing tricks!"

"If you obediently stay in Renjia Town like a turtle, I might still be wary of your master and dare not touch you."

"But if you come all this way to your death, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, the evil energy within Wang Li's body surged forth, unleashing a chilling pressure befitting a late-stage mage.

Sensing this suffocating aura, the civilians who hadn't had time to escape changed their expressions drastically, their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground.

However, when this oppressive force landed on Lin Xuan, it didn't even stir the hem of his clothes.

Seeing Lin Xuan standing motionless, Wang Li assumed he was stunned by his imposing aura and immediately snorted coldly.

"Kid, let's see how long you can keep up this act!" Wang Li sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, black energy surged around Wang Li, and with a shove of his foot, he charged straight toward Lin Xuan with a piercing whooshing sound.