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

Now you want to run away?!

Can they escape?!

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, tapped the ground with his toes, and instantly darted away.

The two Yellow Heaven followers, who were running side by side, heard a gust of wind behind them and glanced at it, only to feel a chill on their necks.

With two soft "whoosh" sounds, the longsword swept past, and two heads flew into the air.

After killing the two men, Lin Xuan continued his actions and turned to look at the remaining spies who were scattering and fleeing on the other side.

He kicked with his right foot, striking a fist-sized pebble at his feet.

The stone flew out with a whooshing sound, carrying a fierce force, and struck a heretical cultivator in the back ten feet away.

With a sharp crack, the immense force shattered the man's spine on the spot.

The evil cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed onto the muddy ground, convulsed twice, and could no longer get up.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xuan flashed around and quickly approached the Huangtian Sect members who were being entangled by the Yinshan Sect disciples.

Swords flashed across the night sky, and as their cold glints swept past, several heads rolled to the ground one after another.

Several Yinshan Sect disciples nearby stopped what they were doing, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, panting heavily, their hearts churning with shock.

"Just who is this fellow Daoist...?"

"How can someone with only the cultivation level of an early-stage Grand Mage be so incredibly powerful!"

"That mage, a perfected heretical cultivator, couldn't even withstand a casual strike from him; he actually possesses pure lightning and fire power!"

The young disciple, Acheng, clutched his chest wound, swallowed hard as he watched Lin Xuan's retreating figure, his heart filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.

If it weren't for this mysterious fellow Daoist rescuing them halfway through today, the four of them, master and disciples, would probably have become materials for the Yellow Heaven Sect's alchemy long ago.

At that moment, an absurd thought simultaneously popped into the minds of the three Yinshan Sect disciples.

So... if they hadn't been there to hold him back, could this fellow Daoist have defeated the entire elite force of the Yellow Heaven Sect by himself?

The thought had barely formed in their minds when they looked down at the corpses lying haphazardly at their feet, and they already knew the answer.

Even without their restraint, this group of evil cultivators would be no match for Lin Xuan alone!

On the other side, Elder Wang watched helplessly as his brothers died one after another. Panic gripped him, and he turned to flee into the depths of the dense forest.

"Yinshan ghost soldiers, stop him!"

Yin Wujiu flicked his wrist and waved the black command flag forward.

Five or six ferocious ghosts with blue faces and fangs immediately roared out, flanking Elder Wang from the side and surrounding him with bared teeth and claws.

Elder Wang exerted all his strength to activate the octagonal lantern, and the wick continuously spewed out streaks of fire, but he still could not break through the blockade of the Yin ghost.

Just then, Lin Xuan had already casually dealt with the last Yellow Heaven Cult member and was charging towards Elder Wang with his blood-dripping magic sword in hand.

Seeing Lin Xuan approaching step by step, Elder Wang was terrified and took a step back, but he still shouted in a blustering manner.

"Kid, don't push your luck!"

"I am the brother-in-law of the leader of the Yellow Heaven Sect. If you dare to kill me, my brother-in-law will absolutely not let you get away with it!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Is that so? Then I have even more reason to kill you."

Lin Xuan continued walking, saying calmly, "If I kill you, your brother-in-law will come to avenge you. This is a good opportunity to rid the people of a scourge."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan's gaze naturally fell on the octagonal lantern in Elder Wang's hand.

This magical artifact is the same as the one Li Chengfeng had before; both are green-quality fire-attribute magical artifacts.

Taking it back to the mortuary to cleanse it of evil spirits with scriptures would make it an excellent material for enlightenment, and it shouldn't be wasted.

If even an elder possesses a green-quality magical artifact, then the artifact held by the leader of the Yellow Heaven Sect might even reach blue quality.

If that person dares to seek revenge, then ask Master to kill him. You'll get a blue magic weapon for nothing. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan's killing intent intensified, and he lunged forward in a flash.

His mind and kidneys worked together, and the water and fire energies flowed into the sword through his arm, slashing down at Elder Wang.

With Yin Wujiu driving the ghosts to harass and interfere, Lin Xuan wielded his magic sword with wide, sweeping movements, the sword light of water and fire whistling and crisscrossing.

With a few crisp clangs, in just three or five sword strikes, the green fire barrier in front of Elder Wang was completely shattered.

The next moment, under Elder Wang's horrified gaze, Lin Xuan flicked his wrist, and the longsword pierced directly through his chest.

"puff--"

Elder Wang gripped the sword blade in front of his chest with both hands, vomiting mouthfuls of black blood.

"You're going to die, you're definitely going to die... my brother-in-law... brother-in-law..."

Lin Xuan remained expressionless, and suddenly twisted his right hand, which was gripping the sword hilt.

puff!

Elder Wang's eyes widened suddenly, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Lin Xuan's wrist trembled again, shattering his heart meridian.

The light in Elder Wang's eyes quickly faded, his hand gripping the sword blade fell limply to the ground, and his obese body slid down the sword, lifeless.

Lin Xuan casually twirled his sword, flicked away the blood droplets on the blade, and, using his sleeve as cover, put the magic sword back into his system inventory. He then turned to look at Yin Wujiu beside him.

Yin Wujiu put away the command flag and looked at the calm and composed Lin Xuan. The image of the opponent's devastating sword move still echoed in his mind, and he could not calm down for a long time.

too strong!

The person before me is so young, yet possesses such profound cultivation, effortlessly fighting against opponents of higher levels!

Whether it's the difference in their level of understanding or the disadvantage in numbers, it's all insignificant in front of them!

Even Yin Wujiu doubted whether Lin Xuan's true cultivation level was actually at the early stage of the Grand Mage realm!

Could it be... a teacher?!

But... seeing Lin Xuan's youthful face, he shook his head inwardly.

It shouldn't be. He had never heard of a master in his early twenties among the younger generation of the Xuanmen sect.

Coming to his senses, Yin Wujiu quickly straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your righteous intervention, fellow Daoist, in saving the lives of my four fellow disciples. I am Yin Wujiu of the Yinshan Sect. May I ask your esteemed name and the lineage of your master?"

"Senior Brother Yin, you're too kind. As fellow members of the righteous path of the Xuanmen, it's only our duty to lend a helping hand when we encounter evil cultivators causing trouble."

Lin Xuan raised his hand, clasped his hands, and returned the greeting.

"I am Lin Xuan from Maoshan, and my master is Lin Jiu, also known as the One-Eyebrow Daoist."

Upon hearing this, Yin Wujiu was first taken aback, then his eyes widened.

"So you're Master One-Eyebrow's esteemed disciple. No wonder Junior Brother Lin possesses such profound cultivation at such a young age, and your swordsmanship is truly divine. I am in awe!"

Upon hearing this, the three Yinshan Sect disciples who followed behind also looked at Lin Xuan with eyes full of respect.

Master Yimei's name is a resounding figure throughout the entire Xuanmen sect.

Putting aside the aura of his prestigious family, Lin Xuan's formidable strength, which he had just displayed, was enough to inspire awe in them.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yin Wujiu glanced down at the corpses of the Yellow Heaven Sect members scattered on the ground, then looked at Lin Xuan, "Junior Brother Lin, you've appeared in this desolate wilderness in the middle of the night. Could it be that you're also here for the blood sacrifice at Ancient Locust Village?"

"Indeed, my master and I also came here to vanquish the demon following the news."

"My master has already killed Li Chengfeng in Guhuai Village, and I have been chasing the evil cultivators from the periphery all the way here."

Lin Xuan nodded.

Yin Wujiu's eyes suddenly lit up. "Even the Venerable Master Yimei has come in person?"

Lin Xuan responded, "Yes."

Seeing that Yin Wujiu wanted to continue asking questions, Lin Xuan waved his hand and took the initiative to change the subject.

After all, he still needed to find a way to take away the spirit-connecting locust tree from Guhuai Village later, and if he kept asking, it wouldn't be good if the other party went to visit his master.

"Senior Brother Yin, there are still quite a few evil cultivators from the Yuandun Sect in the nearby woods who are responsible for providing backup."

"I think we should divide up the spoils first, and then we can kill all those scum."

Lin Xuan surveyed the surrounding night scene.

Upon hearing this, Yin Wujiu immediately nodded, then looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and the magical artifacts strewn about.

Yin Wujiu took half a step back and cupped his hands towards Lin Xuan again.

"If Junior Brother Lin hadn't arrived in time tonight, the lives of the four of us would have been lost here long ago."

"Our Yinshan Sect will not take a single piece of these spoils; they will all belong to Junior Brother Lin alone."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan didn't stand on ceremony and readily nodded.

"In that case, thank you very much, Senior Brother Yin, for your generosity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xuan reached out and pulled open his outer Taoist robe.

On his belt, there were more than a dozen bulging Qiankun bags hanging densely, almost encircling his waist.

Yin Wujiu: "..."

Good heavens, he had been traveling the martial arts world for most of his life and had never seen a sorcerer tie a Qiankun bag to his waist like that.

They're planning to leave no spoils behind...

Lin Xuan noticed Yin Wujiu's expression, but remained silent.

In fact, all of these dozen or so bags were disguises that Lin Xuan had deliberately hung up to avoid attracting attention.

In front of the four members of the Yinshan Sect, he couldn't just conjure up more than ten corpses and magical artifacts into his system inventory out of thin air; he had to use the Qiankun Bag as a cover.

Lin Xuan stepped forward, bent down and walked around the pile of corpses. Taking advantage of the action of untying the Qiankun bag, he put all the corpses and magical artifacts such as the octagonal lantern into his system backpack.

In the blink of an eye, the previously chaotic forest clearing was cleaned up, leaving only pools of dark red blood.

Lin Xuan clapped his hands, straightened his Taoist robe, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yin Wujiu, who was still in a daze.

After agreeing on the location for the cleanup, the two sides immediately parted ways, each disappearing into the thick darkness to pursue the remaining Yuan Dun sect evil cultivators on the outskirts.