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

Lin Xuan's figure swept into the mountains outside the Ancient Locust Village. The night wind blew his clothes as he searched the outer perimeter for any remaining evil cultivators.

Meanwhile, deep in the dense forest, about seven or eight miles from Guhuai Village, nearly ten members of the Yellow Heaven Cult, dressed in yellow robes, were traveling in the darkness.

At the head of the procession, two elders walked side by side. The one on the left was slightly overweight, while the one on the right had a goatee and was thin.

The man with the goatee turned to the fat man beside him, his brow furrowed slightly. "Elder Wang, are you sure Li Chengfeng has some valuable treasure?"

"Can the two of us really handle him?"

"Of course." Elder Wang said with a smile.

"I had already planted an informant by his side and tampered with the materials he needed for alchemy."

"As long as he uses my things tonight, he will definitely fall into the trap. At that time, his fighting strength will be greatly reduced, and we can take him down easily."

"Even if he's lucky enough not to be affected, you and I are both late-stage Grand Mages."

"When he activates the formation and focuses on refining pills, we will launch a surprise attack from the shadows. With our combined efforts from inside and outside, he will be severely injured, if not killed."

"Then, all the good stuff on him will belong to us brothers, right?"

Hearing this, the goatee nodded slightly, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. "Elder Wang is indeed very thoughtful. Li Chengfeng will have no way to escape this time."

The two poor souls were still dreaming of seizing the treasure, completely unaware that Li Chengfeng, body and soul, had long been cleaned up by Uncle Nine and Lin Xuan.

Just as the two were whispering and calculating, a soft footstep suddenly came from the dense forest ahead.

Elder Wang and the goatee's expression changed, and they both reached for the magical artifacts at their waists with their right hands.

"Who goes there?!" Elder Wang shouted sternly.

After a rustling sound, the bushes in front parted to the sides, and four figures dressed in gray robes stepped out.

These people had gloomy faces, and their bodies were surrounded by a faint, chilling aura.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was named Yin Wujiu. He glanced at the group of people in yellow robes opposite him, sized them up, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Who do we have here? Turns out to be scum from the Yellow Heaven Cult!"

"Coming to this desolate wilderness so late at night, you wouldn't happen to be involved in the blood sacrifice in Ancient Locust Village, would you?!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze naturally falling on Yin Wujiu's chest.

On the other person's gray robe, a simple black mountain peak pattern was embroidered with dark silk thread.

Upon seeing the mark, Elder Wang tightened his grip on the magical artifact at his waist.

Yinshan Sect!

This sect sounds sinister, but it is actually a long-standing folk lineage. It originated from the witchcraft of western Hunan and later incorporated the magic of Maoshan, Lushan, and Puan, among others, thus forging its own unique path.

The Yinshan Sect's methods emphasize Yin magic, and they are most skilled at summoning Yin soldiers and driving and locking souls. Their disciples use Yin talismans to summon ghost generals, which are extremely effective in dealing with ordinary ghosts.

Unexpectedly, they ran into a Yinshan Sect monk in this remote place.

Elder Wang's eyes darted around, and he said coldly, "What Ancient Locust Village sacrifice? I have no idea. Don't try to throw all this dirty water on us."

"Don't know?" Yin Wujiu scoffed. "Then what are you rats from the Yellow Heaven Cult doing sneaking into the mountains in the middle of the night? You can't be here just to enjoy the scenery, can you?"

"Why should we need to report to you about what we're doing?" Elder Wang sneered. "Who do you think you are? Just a mere Yinshan Sect member, do you really think you're some kind of orthodox Xuanmen sect with unparalleled Taoist magic?"

Yin Wujiu's eyes grew cold as he took half a step forward.

"Although my Yinshan Sect is a folk lineage and cannot compare with the orthodox sects such as Maoshan and Longhushan, it is not something that you, a bunch of evil cult scum who are hated by everyone, can mess with."

"Judging by your suspicious behavior, you're definitely up to no good tonight. Since we've run into you, you'd better leave your lives behind!"

"Tsk, four people as low as you, daring to talk so arrogantly here?" The goatee glanced at the person opposite him and sneered.

"Do you really think my Yellow Heaven Cult is invincible? What are you all standing there for? Surround them!"

Upon hearing this, the eight Yellow Heaven Sect members following behind scattered with a whoosh, wielding weapons and magical artifacts, and surrounded the four members of the Yinshan Sect.

Immediately afterwards, Elder Wang and the goatee simultaneously circulated their evil energy, and two powerful pressures belonging to the late stage of Grand Master were released, crushing towards Yin Wujiu in the arena.

Faced with the overwhelming aura, Yin Wujiu narrowed his eyes, and his internal magical power surged, revealing his cultivation level as a late-stage Grand Mage.

Sensing the depth of the other party's cultivation, Elder Wang immediately burst out laughing.

"I thought you were something special, but you're just a late-stage Archmage. Do you think you can turn the world upside down by yourself?"

Yin Wujiu was too lazy to waste words. He reached for his Qiankun bag at his waist with his right hand, and a black command flag with a sinister aura immediately appeared in his palm.

Upon seeing the command flag appear, Elder Wang's face darkened, and he raised his hand to take out his octagonal lantern.

The evil energy within his body surged and poured into the lantern, causing the green flame at the wick to suddenly expand and transform into a thick pillar of fire that shot out and blasted straight toward Yin Wujiu's face.

"Trying to summon ghost soldiers?" Elder Wang sneered. "You're dreaming!"

On the other side, Goatbeard quickly flipped his hand and took out a dark yellow clay sculpture, continuously channeling his evil energy into it.

With a few soft cracking sounds, the clay sculpture shattered on the spot, turning into a cloud of yellow mud that spread and covered the goatee's limbs and bones, instantly forming a thick layer of mud armor on his body.

Immediately afterwards, the goatee stomped his feet on the ground, relying on his mud armor to protect himself, and charged straight at Yin Wujiu with both fists.

Seeing this, the Huangtian Sect members and the other three Yinshan Sect disciples also unleashed their magical artifacts and talismans to engage in a fierce battle.

In an instant, a cold wind howled through the forest, the sounds of magical artifacts clashing and shouts mingling together, and the surrounding trees were snapped and toppled by the force of the wind.

Meanwhile, in another mountain forest two miles away from the battlefield.

With a crisp snap, Lin Xuan used his five fingers to twist and break the neck of a Yuandun Sect disciple.

The evil cultivator didn't even have time to scream before his head lolled to the side and he died.

Just then, a muffled rumbling sound and fluctuations of magical power faintly came from the night sky in the distance.

Lin Xuan paused, turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Are people fighting over there?

Could he be a member of the Yuandun school?

With a slight thought, Lin Xuan flipped his wrist and casually put the warm corpse at his feet into his system inventory.

Then, they sped off in that direction.