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

The night wind howled past, and Lin Xuan tapped his toes on the branches, rapidly approaching the direction from which the magical energy fluctuations were coming from.

At this moment, in the clearing of the dense forest two miles away, the battle situation had already become one-sided.

With a muffled thud, the fist covered in thick yellow mud slammed into the black command flag, causing Yin Wujiu's tiger's mouth to split open and forcing him to stagger back several steps.

"Pfft—" A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Yin Wujiu's mouth, and the recruitment incantation he had just recited was abruptly stuck in his throat.

Seeing this, Elder Wang, who was not far away, grinned even more savagely, shaking his octagonal lantern repeatedly, and streaks of green flame blocked the retreat of the four members of the Yinshan Sect.

"Without the help of the Yin Ghost, you're just a bunch of crippled trash!!" Elder Wang glared at Yin Wujiu and burst into maniacal laughter. "Even if the King of Hell himself came tonight, he couldn't save your dog lives!"

"If you know what's good for you, just surrender obediently. After I extract your souls and burn them like sky lanterns, I'll at least leave you with a complete corpse."

The eight Yellow Heaven Sect members around him were arrogant and aggressive, brandishing their magical weapons and approaching step by step, hurling vulgar insults at him.

"Elder Wang is right! Let's stop their nonsense and kill these few stinking Taoist priests from the Yinshan Sect. We can use their blood essence to refine pills!"

"Hahaha, look at that little brat on the left, his legs are shaking. Is this what you call a top disciple of the Yinshan Sect?"

Hearing the jarring laughter all around, Yin Wujiu's face turned ashen, and the veins on his right hand, which was gripping the command flag, bulged. But no matter how much he channeled his magic power, he couldn't break through the goatee's close-quarters combat.

Just then, a crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out in the arena.

One of the youngest disciples of the Yinshan Sect was cleaved away by two Huangtian Sect members. The protective copper bell in his hand exploded on the spot, and a bloody gash appeared on his chest. He fell backward onto the muddy ground.

"Junior Brother!" The other two Yinshan Sect disciples' expressions changed drastically. They wanted to return to help, but they were entangled by the evil cultivator in front of them.

Seeing this, Elder Wang, who was guarding the perimeter, had a sinister glint in his eyes and slammed his right hand on the base of the octagonal lantern.

"I'll send you, you little brat, to your grave first!"

With a sinister laugh from Elder Wang, the eerie green flame at the wick suddenly shot out, twisting and condensing in mid-air into a green fire serpent as thick as a bucket, baring its fangs and lunging straight at the young disciple's face.

A scorching yet sinister aura rushed towards him, causing the young disciple who had fallen to the ground to have his pupils shrink and his mind to go blank. He couldn't even muster the strength to raise his hand to block.

"Ah Cheng, get out of the way!" Yin Wujiu's eyes were bloodshot. He was willing to take a punch from the goatee to rush over and help, but the distance was too far and he couldn't make it in time.

Just as the green fire serpent was about to swallow the young disciple's head, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the night sky above the dense forest.

A tall, slender figure darted out from the shadows of the tree canopy, moving at incredible speed, covering several meters in the blink of an eye, and blocking the young disciple's path.

Facing the green fire venomous snake rushing towards him, the man did not retreat even half a step. His right sleeve moved without wind, and a layer of ancient, dark blue-black tortoise shell patterns appeared on his skin.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his fist, activated the power of the Xuanwu True Armor, and smashed it head-on towards the ferocious fire serpent.

boom!

A muffled explosion echoed through the arena. The green fire serpent, formed from the evil energy of a late-stage Grand Mage, was shattered on the spot by this punch, turning into countless eerie green sparks that scattered into the night wind.

A strong gust of wind scattered the sparks, and Lin Xuan slowly withdrew his right fist, landing steadily on his feet, blocking the four members of the Yinshan Sect.

The young disciple, who had survived the ordeal, collapsed to the ground, staring wide-eyed at the broad, imposing figure before him, unable to process what had happened for a long time.

Yin Wujiu, who was not far away, paused and took the opportunity to force back the goatee. He looked at the young Taoist who had suddenly appeared with suspicion.

When he sensed the pure Xuanmen Dharma intent flowing through Lin Xuan, he was overjoyed and realized that the newcomer was a friend, not an enemy!

But then, he noticed the fluctuations in Dao Qi that Lin Xuan was displaying, and his expression darkened again.

This person... is only at the early stage of the Grand Mage realm?!

This young Grand Mage is indeed a rare genius in the early stages, but right now there are two evil cultivators in the late stages of the Grand Mage realm facing him. If he were to break in alone, wouldn't he just be throwing his life away?

Thinking of this, Yin Wujiu, without bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, hurriedly shouted a reminder.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you for your help!"

"But the Yellow Heaven Sect is a bunch of bastards with many people and great power. The two evil cultivators who lead them are even at the late stage of the Grand Master level. They are definitely not people we can defeat."

"Fellow Daoist, quickly cast a spell to break through and escape! My master and I, the four of us, will hold them off for you. Don't risk your lives here to save us!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, turned to look at Yin Wujiu, and recognized that these people were from the Yinshan Sect, a folk lineage.

Although the Taoist priest of the Yinshan Sect practiced Yin magic and had a fierce appearance, he was a man of great loyalty and integrity. Even in this desperate situation, he still thought of letting me go first.

Before Lin Xuan could even respond, Elder Wang and the goatee opposite him had already discerned the depth of his cultivation. After a brief moment of astonishment, the two simultaneously let out ear-piercing laughter.

"Hahaha, I thought some great master had arrived, but it's just a greenhorn who's only just broken through to the early stage of Grand Mage." The goatee shook his mud-covered arms, his face full of sarcasm. "Kid, didn't your master teach you to mind your own business when you're out and about?"

Elder Wang took two steps forward, carrying the octagonal lantern, and looked Lin Xuan up and down with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.

"You have a path to heaven but choose not to take it, you have no gate to hell but insist on barging in," Elder Wang sneered. "Since this little beast likes to play the hero so much, then grant his wish, skin him alive and use his skin to make a lampshade!"

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, two elite members of the Yellow Heaven Sect standing in the front row immediately stepped forward.

Both of them were at the peak of their cultivation as sorcerers. They simultaneously bit their tongues, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the yellow clay talisman in their hands, chanting incantations, and then threw the talisman to the ground.

With two muffled booms, the ground churned, and two nearly ten-foot-tall, muscular yellow clay warriors rose from the ground, exuding the fierce aura of a fully-fledged sorcerer.

"Go, smash this brat into mincemeat!" Two cult members shouted, their hands forming hand seals.

Two clay warriors strode forward, each step leaving deep footprints in the mud. Wielding fists the size of millstones, they attacked Lin Xuan from both sides.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful! This Yellow Mud Warrior is impervious to swords and spears; you must not take him head-on!" Yin Wujiu, standing behind, cried out in alarm as his expression changed drastically.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's face remained completely calm; he merely glanced indifferently at the two clay figures.

Invulnerable to swords and spears?

Compared to his True Martial Armor, these two lumps of mud are nothing.

Facing the massive mud fist hurtling towards him, Lin Xuan neither dodged nor evaded. His internal energy surged and circulated, and the dark blue-black tortoise shell patterns on his arms suddenly glowed with a faint light.

The next moment, he stomped his feet on the ground and punched forward with both fists, colliding solidly with the fists of the two yellow clay warriors.

Snap—Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed through the forest. The rocky fist, as hard as iron, shattered instantly upon contact with Lin Xuan's fist, unable to withstand even half a breath.

The violent force of the punch traveled upwards along the mud figures' arms, and the two tall and mighty mud warriors were smashed into countless pieces of mud by Lin Xuan's punch in full view of everyone, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.

Elder Wang's expression changed drastically.

The smiles of the Huangtian Sect members who were originally waiting to watch the show froze on their faces. The two sect members who were controlling the clay figures were even affected by the backlash of the energy, and they both spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated in horror.

Is this guy even human, capable of smashing two fully-fledged mage warriors with a single punch?

Taking advantage of the moment when the evil cultivators were stunned, Lin Xuan curled up a cold smile and looked up at them.

"Who just said they wanted to skin me alive to make a lampshade?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xuan left an afterimage in place and charged into the crowd of Huangtian Sect members.

"Stop him! Stop him now!" The mage, who had suffered a backlash, was terrified and hastily raised his ghost-headed sword to strike.

Lin Xuan didn't even bother to glance at it, dodging the blade with his side and striking the opponent's chest with his right fist, which whistled through the air.

With a muffled thud, the sternum of the mage who had reached the pinnacle of enlightenment collapsed on the spot, his clothes on his back ripped apart, and fragments of his internal organs flew out of his mouth, smashing through a tree trunk as thick as a bowl before falling silent.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xuan twisted his body and swept out with his left fist, hitting the temple of the late-stage mage next to him.

With a crisp crack, the evil cultivator didn't even have time to scream before his head twisted into a bizarre arc and he slumped limply into the mud.

In just two breaths, Lin Xuan killed two Huangtian Sect experts on the spot with his bare hands.

Upon seeing this scene, the four members of Yin Wujiu's group behind him widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and their minds went blank.

This young Taoist didn't use any Taoist magic or artifacts at all; he just used his bare fists to slaughter the elites of the Yellow Heaven Sect like chickens and dogs.

On the other side, Elder Wang watched his subordinates die one after another, his fat face turning a deep liver color, and anger surging in his eyes.

"You little beast, you're asking for it!"

Enraged, Elder Wang dared not be careless any longer. He placed his hands in a hand seal on the octagonal lantern, and the evil energy of a late-stage Grand Master surged out of his body like a raging torrent.

With a loud hum, the green flame inside the lantern instantly surged several times over, transforming into a ghastly green pillar of fire as thick as a water vat. With a piercing whistling sound, it tore through the night sky and hurtled straight toward Lin Xuan's back!