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

The night was deep, and the dirt road through the mountains was uneven and full of potholes.

Lin Xuan and Uncle Jiu sped along the road, heading towards the Ancient Locust Village.

After running a short distance, Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, noticing something amiss.

How come the location of this ancient locust village is exactly the same as the direction of the Li family members that Qing Shu sensed earlier?

Lin Xuan touched the yellow jade gourd at his waist, a thought rising in his mind.

Could it be that the lone remnant of the Li family had already colluded with the evil Taoists of the Yellow Heaven Sect?

Thinking about it carefully, this is actually quite possible.

When we dealt with Li Qingshu outside Renjia Town, didn't we also run into the sorcerers of the Yellow Heaven Cult near the town?

It seems these two groups of scoundrels have been secretly colluding for a long time.

Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at his Ninth Uncle, who was hurrying along beside him.

"Master, have you noticed?"

"The path we're on now is exactly the same direction Qing Shu pointed out."

"I reckon the remnants of the Li family have probably already colluded with the Yellow Heaven Cult."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine snorted coldly, but did not stop walking.

"They're all in cahoots."

"Whether they're wicked members of the Li family or heretics from the Yellow Heaven Cult, they've run into our hands tonight, so we might as well send them to their doom!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the master and apprentice quickened their pace again, getting closer and closer to the ancient locust village.

However, at that moment, faint cries and pleas for mercy could be heard from the night sky ahead.

"Please! Don't kill me, I don't want to die..."

"You beasts! You've killed so many people from our village and you still won't stop! You, you will all die a horrible death!"

"They don't even spare children! He's so young! I'll fight you bastards to the death!!"

"..."

Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood wafted in on the night wind, making one's nose sting.

Oh no, it's not even midnight yet, and these beasts have already made their move!

"Ah Xuan, hurry!" Uncle Nine's expression changed drastically.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Nine tapped the ground with his toes, his figure transforming into a blur as he sped straight toward Ancient Locust Village.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he circulated his Dao Qi, quickening his pace to follow closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan rushed to the edge of the ancient locust village.

The moment Lin Xuan saw the scene clearly, his pupils contracted sharply.

There was a small pond on the outskirts of the village, and in the center of the pond stood an ancient locust tree that was as thick as three or four people could hug.

The old locust tree has a gnarled trunk and lush foliage, exuding an eerie vitality.

Thick black mist was shrouding the tree canopy, and the bark surface was uneven, with countless painful ghost faces writhing and struggling inside.

In the pools surrounding the ancient locust tree, dozens of villagers' corpses floated densely, their blood having long since stained the entire surface of the water dark red.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan clenched his fists, and anger surged within him.

This bunch of heartless bastards slaughtered most of the village just to refine some damn soul pill!

With a shift in his gaze, Lin Xuan looked at the open space beside the pool.

Dozens of surviving villagers were huddled together, their faces filled with terror and despair.

Five or six evil cultivators dressed in yellow robes, carrying bloodstained steel knives, surrounded the unarmed civilians.

In front of the villagers stood a tall figure in a bright yellow Taoist robe, his hands behind his back. It was Uncle Jiu, who had arrived earlier.

At this moment, the hands of those yellow-robed evil cultivators holding their knives were trembling slightly, their faces were pale, and their foreheads were covered with large beads of cold sweat.

"Gulp."

One of the heretical cultivators swallowed hard, not daring to even breathe.

Not far from their feet, two long, glaring bloodstains remained on the ground.

At the end of the bloodstains lay two yellow-robed Taoist priests, their chests caved in, their eyes bulging, long since lifeless.

Clearly, the moment they met, Uncle Nine had already swiftly killed the two evil Taoists.

Uncle Nine glanced at the floating corpses in the pool, then turned his gaze to the group of yellow-robed evil cultivators.

A chilling killing intent instantly swept out from Uncle Nine's body.

These evil cultivators felt their scalps tingle under Uncle Nine's gaze; their palms, gripping the hilts of their knives, were covered in cold sweat, and their legs were trembling.

"Damn it, who...who exactly is this old Taoist priest?"

"Even Senior Brother Liu, who is at the Grand Master level, couldn't withstand a single move from him!"

"Run...we have to run, or we'll all die here..."

"Why are you running?! With Elder Li here, what are you afraid of?! Elder Li is a Grand Mage at the peak of his cultivation, a half-step Human Master! Don't be afraid!"

The group of evil cultivators exchanged glances, their minds turning to retreat, and they quietly began to move backward.

But after hearing what another companion said, he unconsciously stopped walking.

Yes!

With Elder Li around, what do they have to fear? Besides, there are so many of them against just one old man; what can the other side possibly do?!

If you're not happy, then let's fight!

Just as Uncle Nine was about to wipe out the evil cultivators of the Yellow Heaven Cult in front of him, he suddenly felt his trouser leg being gently tugged.

Uncle Nine paused, then looked down.

A small hand, stained with blood, was gripping the hem of his Taoist robe.

Following the small hand, I saw a little girl who looked about five or six years old.

The little girl's face was covered in tears and dirt, her big eyes were red from crying, and she was tightly clutching a dirty, tattered rag doll in her arms.

"Grandpa, did you come to save us?" The little girl looked up, her voice hoarse.

Immediately afterwards, large tears rolled down her dirty cheeks.

"Grandpa, my father and mother... were both killed by those bad people."

"Waaah, Grandpa, can you avenge Er Ya?"

"Er Ya has no money, so Er Ya is giving you her favorite doll, Grandpa..."

Finally, Er Ya sobbed as she released one hand, held the rag doll in her arms high, and handed it to Uncle Jiu.

As she handed over the doll, Er Ya glanced down at it, her red-rimmed eyes filled with deep reluctance.

This rag doll... was sewn by her mother herself, stitch by stitch, when she was still alive.

From as far back as she can remember, this doll has been her companion, sleeping with her, playing with her, and keeping her company through countless days and nights...

She even gave the doll a name, Xiao Niang, because in Er Ya's heart, it was just as important as her mother.

Er Ya originally thought that her mother would always be there for her as she grew up.

But now that her parents are gone, she can only use her most precious possession to exchange for a chance to avenge them.

Looking at Er Ya's raised little hand, and the stubbornness and reluctance in her eyes, Uncle Jiu felt a tightness in his chest, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

Uncle Nine slowly turned around, squatted down, and gently patted Er Ya's head with his large hand.

"Er Ya, be good, put the doll away. Grandpa doesn't want your gift."

"But I assure you, tonight I will definitely get justice for your parents and kill all these bad guys."

"Close your eyes and stand behind Grandpa..."

However, just as Uncle Nine was comforting Er Ya with his back to the enemy, a ruthless glint suddenly flashed in the eyes of a man among the yellow-robed evil cultivators opposite him.

This is a great opportunity! This old guy actually dared to turn his back on us; he's practically asking for death!

Thinking of this, the evil cultivator suddenly raised the octagonal lantern in his hand and quickly made a hand seal with his other hand.

With a whoosh, the green flame at the wick suddenly surged, transforming into a ferocious fire serpent that shot straight toward Uncle Nine's back with a wave of heat.

Seeing this, the villagers trapped behind were terrified.

"Taoist Master! Be careful!" a villager shouted in alarm.

Uncle Nine didn't even turn his head when faced with the fierce wind coming from behind.

With a soft hum, a dazzling pure golden light instantly emerged from Uncle Nine's body, transforming into a semi-transparent golden light shield that enveloped him and Er Ya.

With a muffled thud, the fierce fire serpent crashed heavily into the golden light shield, failing to even cause a ripple before instantly dissipating and extinguishing.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Nine reached down with his right hand and scooped up a small pebble about the size of a fingertip.

court death!

Uncle Nine suddenly jerked his wrist backward.

With a soft whooshing sound, the ordinary pebble, carrying a powerful stream of pure Yang energy, shot out as a streak of light.

Before the evil cultivator who had launched the sneak attack could react, the pebble was already in front of him.

puff-

The pebble pierced the evil cultivator's forehead on the spot, bringing with it a burst of dazzling blood mist.

The evil cultivator, his eyes wide open, remained in the hand seal posture as he fell backward, the octagonal lantern in his hand rolling to the side.