Chapter 263 Si Li

The Taiping Dao cultivators originally felt their hands and feet turn ice-cold when they saw the obsession of the hundred thousand Yellow Turban war souls, and they almost gave up the idea of fighting in an instant. However, after those obsessions dissipated one by one, they hesitated again, struggled, and finally, under the temptation of the Nine-Section Staff within easy reach, chose to fight with all their strength.

After all, their side had a numerical advantage.

Because they had to maintain the effect of the five-hundred-person altar, even if only the last part was left, even if this part didn't need all five hundred people, there were still dozens of Taiping Dao cultivators here. Facing the few members of the Tianshi Mansion, they believed they still had a chance to fight.

Before they even got close, they were already casting spells.

Lin Shouyi and the others also held their magic tools in hand.

Just as they were about to step forward, they saw Wei Yuan block their way with the Nine-Section Staff, directly intercepting them. Lin Shouyi was slightly stunned, watching Wei Yuan step forward, holding the Nine-Section Staff, and speaking calmly:

"Leave these people to me this time..."

Lin Shouyi looked at the docile and peaceful Nine-Section Staff, and finally nodded, saying, "Be careful."

He explained, "That person is a true cultivator ranked among the top ten of the Taiping Dao, having received ancient talismans, like those who received the White Steed designation before. He also has a title from the thirty-six ancient Qu Shuai (leaders), and this person chose the Qu Shuai title from the original Ji Province division, named Sili."

The old man noticed the curator's expression pause, and then he nodded, walking forward.

He seemed to hear the name of a long-lost friend, and whispered:

"Sili, ah..."

...

The Taiping Dao was once ranked among the orthodox practices of the Divine Continent. Many cultivators, even those who cultivated quick methods, bordering on heresy, were not weak in their skills. Raising their hands, they activated talismans, and one after another, flames and lightning rushed towards Wei Yuan. These spells and divine powers did not recognize that he was also once a Taiping Dao cultivator, surging forward aggressively.

Wei Yuan's expression did not change.

He was far too familiar with these spells.

Even before these people had reached the stage of guiding with their hands, he had already recognized the type of these spells.

And while they were casting their spells, Wei Yuan had already avoided the trajectory of the spells in advance.

The so-called runes are the language of the heart.

If the heart is not righteous, and one cannot uphold sincerity, the spells cast will not have the true methods of the Taiping Essentials. The external manifestation of this is that Wei Yuan clearly walked calmly, approaching step by step, but those spells could not harm him at all.

Either he paused slightly to avoid the lightning, or he remained calm as wind and fire swept past, brushing against his body.

The more understated he was, the more panicked the Taiping Dao cultivators became.

If the mind cannot be stabilized, it is difficult for spells and divine powers to exert their proper effect.

These were quick methods after all, cultivating techniques without cultivating the Dao, and at this time, the problems of temperament were exposed without reservation.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, and a Taiping Dao cultivator, having exhausted the talismans in his hand, gritted his teeth, drew a short spear, mustered his strength, and covered the spear blade with a layer of apricot-yellow magical light, stabbing towards Wei Yuan's heart, roaring in a low voice.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and directly clasped the spear blade three inches down.

With just a slight tremor, the cultivator's palm went numb, unable to hold the weapon, and the short spear involuntarily lifted upwards.

Blocking the incoming swords and sabers.

Wei Yuan released his right hand holding the weapon, and his arm and elbow slammed horizontally, striking the chest of the Taiping Dao cultivator. Without the slightest restraint of strength, the Taiping Dao cultivator's face turned pale, and he flew out directly, spitting out blood, and fell unconscious.

The spear naturally fell and was caught by Wei Yuan's right hand. The spear blade let out a low whistle. Even though it was a short spear, as Wei Yuan stepped forward, the spear point suddenly thrust forward, and a bloody, murderous intent swept over, causing the faces of several cultivators in front to turn pale, their spellcasting actions stagnating. Then, they were directly knocked away by the short spear.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, the short spear in his hand either stabbing, slashing, or whipping, with broad and unrestrained movements. The techniques of the Overlord Spear were still being used, and this time, the Overlord Spear was completely different from the spear techniques he had shown before.

In terms of the degree of similarity in technique, it was not even as good as the Overlord Spear he had learned before.

But if the two were used at the same time,

The spear technique used at this moment was more realistic.

Because the Overlord Spear was not originally a style learned by later Jianghu (martial world) sects, a move-by-move, how-to-use technique, but a method used for unrestrained slaughter on the battlefield. Only now did he finally realize that without truly experiencing the battlefield, without truly being in a chaotic world, learning it no matter how much it looked like the real thing was just drawing a tiger and learning its skin.

Having experienced the battlefield slaughter, the spear technique had a skeleton, so there was no need to follow the rules rigidly.

A tiger doesn't fall even when it's dead.

With the skeleton in place, even if the spear technique was a little worse, like drawing a tiger, even if it was drawn as thin as bones, it was still a fierce and vicious tiger wanting to devour people. Wherever the spear pointed, it was as if this place had returned to the ancient battlefield. Moreover, because the Taiping Dao methods used by these cultivators all came from the Taiping Essentials, Wei Yuan knew them like the back of his hand.

For a time, it was clearly dozens of people attacking one person, but they were scattered by that one person.

The Taiping Dao cultivator named Sili watched with twitching eyes.

The murderous aura of a military strategist had a restraining effect on Daoist magic.

But where did this person's almost ancient battlefield-like baleful aura come from?

Could the modern battlefield, with its almost informationalized methods, nurture this kind of aura?

In a daze, he almost had the illusion that the person in front of him was not a modern cultivator, but the last Yellow Turban general who had charged out from the Yellow Turban battlefield just now.

Magical power circulated, and his true spirit awakened.

Seeing the other party approaching, 'Sili' roared and shot out talismans one after another. His cultivation was orthodox, foundation building in a hundred days, nurturing his mind and nature for ten years, step by step breathing and cultivating. Therefore, it was an orthodox path of the Taiping Essentials, but it seemed to be a joke of fate. The more orthodox the Taiping cultivator, the more restrained they seemed to be.

He almost felt that any of his spells and divine powers were directly seen through.

Even if he deliberately changed the rhythm of the incantation, it was still the same.

Sili almost felt like he was suffocating and going crazy.

This was different from fighting against those whose Daoist cultivation was stronger than his. Instead, it was a feeling of suffocation and panic from being completely seen through and completely suppressed. When a lightning spell was ineffective again, easily avoided, and landed on the ground, blasting a charred mark, 'Sili' finally couldn't bear the impatience and gritted his teeth, retreating quickly.

Talismans floated in the air.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes, and his right hand's five fingers rhythmically moved, grasping the spear point.

He seemed to hear a familiar and distant voice in his ear.

'Little guy, you're always so weak, but it doesn't matter. The battlefield is different from one-on-one duels. Simple movements are not necessarily useless. You follow me and learn.'

The man held the spear, his body crouching down.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, and even though he was holding the spear with one hand, his strength was condensed.

Narrowing his eyes, his aura paused slightly.

Then, he suddenly stepped forward.

Raising his hand, following the movements of the bold and unrestrained man in his memory, the short spear pierced through history and memory, following the same trajectory, thrusting out fiercely and unmatched, as if fighting side by side across two thousand years. Young Yuan did not understand, but Wei Yuan could see that the so-called simple movement was clearly the condensation of the efforts of a veteran general who had galloped on the battlefields of the late Han Dynasty.

The baleful aura unique to the cold weapon battlefield swept over.

Sili's expression instantly froze.

The short spear pierced through the talismans in an instant.

Then, it directly pierced through his divine body. The baleful aura that erupted at that moment almost stunned his brain. Only the influence of his Daoist cultivation allowed his body to instinctively deviate from the fatal point. First, a numb feeling, followed by a pain that almost tore his body apart, made Sili's entire mind stunned.

He opened his mouth and coughed up blood, staggering backward.

Wei Yuan pulled out the short spear.

With Sili's Daoist cultivation, he was enough to be a hero and become famous in one area. Strictly speaking, putting aside other factors, he was bound to be higher than Wei Yuan.

But he was, after all, a disciple of the Taiping Dao.

But this was, after all, Guangzong City.

But Wei Yuan held, after all, the Nine-Section Staff.

Sili coughed up blood and retreated. A talisman appeared in his hand at some point. He spat blood essence onto the talisman, turning it into a scarlet mist. Then, three incense sticks slipped from his sleeve, and he shook his hand to light them, roaring in a low voice:

"Heaven and Earth are yellow, the Great Dao is peaceful, the Three Realms' divine guards, the Five Emperors welcome, disciple Sili, following the decree of the vice Celestial Master of my Taiping Dao, summon the Yellow Turban Warriors, come quickly to protect the Dharma, summon the Yellow Turban Warriors, come quickly to protect the Real Person!!!"

Yellow Turban Warrior Body Protection Divine Incantation. This was one of the most common divine powers of the Taiping Dao circulating in this era.

Because of the influence of the Daoist sect, or rather, the Taiping Division was originally an orthodox Daoist sect.

This incantation naturally had to pray to the true spirit of the founding master before it could mobilize the laws of Heaven and Earth, scattering beans to form soldiers. The Yellow Turban Warrior Body Protection Incantation was the most commonly used method by the Taiping Dao true cultivators, having saved Sili's life many times. But this time, the prayer talisman, which should have soared through the heavens and earth to report to the founding master, changed.

This ancient talisman and the three incense sticks pointed directly forward without hesitation.

Sili's expression slowly froze, and an expression appeared on his face that could hardly be described in words.

He stiffly looked up at the short-haired youth wearing a Chinese buttoned shirt and holding a Nine-Section Staff. Wei Yuan heard two voices in his ear, one was vague and distant, and the other was the one said by Sili in front of him, which was extremely clear. Both were saying, I follow the decree of the vice Celestial Master of the Taiping Dao.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, suddenly thinking of a record in the history of the Daoist scriptures that was almost just a sentence:

Yellow Turban Warrior Body Protection Incantation.

Appeared in the human world after the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, without sectarian views, widely circulated.

The Daoist sects of successive generations have continuously improved it, each with its own strengths.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion...

Yellow Turban Rebellion, after.

Wei Yuan was stunned, his heart empty.

It seems, teacher, that I have not disappointed you...

Even if, in my entire life, only this one incantation has been left behind.

He looked at Sili. There was no doubt that the Yellow Turban Warrior, who had helped the latter many times, did not come out this time at all. Even the talisman simply stopped burning, as if the founding master had directly revoked the qualification of the decree talisman.

There was a sense of absurdity and horror in 'Sili's' heart.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, held the Nine-Section Staff, and pointed his fingers together in the void, then paused, and suddenly drew a stroke horizontally in the air, actually creating a talisman out of thin air.

He seemed to hear the youth lightly instructing.

'The so-called runes are the language of the heart. If you uphold sincerity, you can become a method.'

'The Dao has no fixed rules. You must remember, keep this talisman for self-protection...'

He held the Nine-Section Staff.

Sili saw the secret texts of the Nine-Section Staff moving, and behind the youth in front of him, illusory yet seemingly real, there was clearly another young Daoist, creating a talisman at the same time.

The young man had a somewhat chubby face and two dimples when he smiled.

Both real and illusory, one solid and one void, raised the Nine-Section Staff at the same time. Wei Yuan's voice paused, without any Daoist magic marks, and without the need for the Tianshi Dao's altar divine incantation, or the Shangqing Sect's gathering of the five Qi.

Zhang Jiao back then used only one sentence.

He said -

"Lightning, come!!!"

...

Accompanied by the magnificent sound of thunder, almost everyone in Guangzong subconsciously paused their thoughts. They subconsciously looked up and saw a not-too-distant place where violent lightning fell heartily. The Nine-Section Staff in Wei Yuan's hand was hot and blazing, and the secret texts emitted light.

It was as if this divine weapon also yearned for this scene to appear.

It was as if it had been waiting for thousands of years.

Borrowing the remaining fire of the Yellow Turbans and the Taiping Nine-Section Staff, the lightning magic that appeared this time directly blasted and covered a considerable area. It was almost no longer lightning, but a thunderstorm, turning the earth into scorched black. The many Taiping Dao cultivators within the range of the spell, because of Wei Yuan's restraint, only fainted and suffered injuries that were either heavy or heavier, but did not die.

As for Sili, one of the leaders of the Taiping Dao heretics,

When facing this spell, instead of dodging, he harbored the intention of seizing the Nine-Section Staff.

In the end, he suffered the most violent thunder and fire and died on the spot.

Wei Yuan was silent, turning the Nine-Section Staff. In any case, this time it could be considered cleaning up the sect.

But this was not enough. At least he had to take back that volume of the Taiping Essentials and re-establish the Taiping Dao lineage. He thought as he walked back, because he was holding the Nine-Section Staff, his own Daoist cultivation was extremely compatible with this object, and he was also blessed by this place. He faintly heard the illusory prayer of the Daoist altar again.

'...I am the General of Heaven, the Lord of the contemporary Taiping, following the decree of the vice Celestial Master of my Taiping Dao...'

Wei Yuan paused slightly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered casually, then tapped the ground lightly with the Nine-Section Staff in his hand, walking towards the members of the Tianshi Mansion. His movements were not the slightest bit strange. No one could tell what he had done, only remaining in the afterglow of the vast thunder power just now, unable to extricate themselves.

Lin Shouyi's eyes concealed a hint of horror.

Lin Li and the others did not have the old man's knowledge, only disbelief, envy, and admiration in their eyes, watching this person of the same age.

Wei Yuan held the Nine-Section Staff. It was not yet time for him to control this thing.

When would he re-establish the teacher's Dao lineage, and even return the Taiping Division to the position of the Three Caves and Four Supplements...only then would he be able to, perhaps.

He Yangwen of the Divine Firmament Sect watched the land ravaged by the thunderstorm, his expression solemn and a little dazed, seeming to doubt himself and unable to recover for a long time. Lin Li then murmured, "Curator Wei, you are actually also skilled in thunder magic..."

Wei Yuan replied, "It's not me, it's the power of the Nine-Section Staff. It's the last blessing left by the hundred thousand Yellow Turban obsessions."

"My own power is only one of them."

Zhao Jianbai's thoughts slowly recovered. He watched the Nine-Section Staff in Wei Yuan's hand and couldn't help but whisper:

"This is the Taiping Nine-Section Staff that can be compared to the Male and Female Dragon Tiger Sword..."

Lin Shouyi watched Wei Yuan. He was a senior of the Shangqing Sect. The disciples did not know, but he was very clear that even if magic treasures like the Dragon Tiger Sword and the Divine Firmament Jade Book nurtured this level of power, or even stronger power, it was not something that anyone could mobilize. There was such a thing, but whether or not it could be used was another matter.

Wei Yuan held the Taiping Nine-Section Staff with both hands and handed it over.

Lin Shouyi subconsciously took half a step back, raised his hands, and solemnly took the staff.

But other thoughts surfaced in his heart. This matter was of great importance. He had to return and probably mention it to the people of the Zheng Yi Sect and the Celestial Master. Perhaps...perhaps this town treasure of the Taiping Dao should not remain in the Tianshi Mansion.

And for some reason, he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Even if the Nine-Section Staff was left in the Tianshi Mansion,

As long as this young man beckoned, this ancient divine weapon might directly cross mountains and seas and rush over.

Seals could not seal this level of magic treasure.

He suppressed this thought and took the Nine-Section Staff.

He was slightly stunned.

There was a scorching aura rising on this Nine-Section Staff, causing his palms to sting slightly and his body to lower slightly. This Nine-Section Staff seemed to have become heavier. Lin Shouyi was slightly stunned, then immediately judged that this was not his illusion.

The Nine-Section Staff had become heavier.

It was as if there were some existences that could not be detected by the naked eye inside.

The Nine-Section Staff struggled faintly in Lin Shouyi's hand, and the secret texts flowed rapidly on it, almost coming to life, wanting to struggle instinctively.

Wei Yuan flicked the Nine-Section Staff lightly with his finger and said softly, "Be quiet."

The secret texts on the Nine-Section Staff froze for a moment, and then became extremely well-behaved and quiet.

Wei Yuan looked at Lin Shouyi and said softly:

"...Thank you."

Lin Shouyi subconsciously replied, "Curator Wei, don't worry, we will naturally protect it well."

His voice paused slightly, feeling like a parent had temporarily entrusted their child to a private tutor, as if the Nine-Section Staff was only temporarily stored in the Tianshi Mansion and had to be taken care of, his expression vaguely strange.

The troubles here naturally had to be contacted by members of the Special Operations Team for responsible handover. Wei Yuan was extremely exhausted and sat in the car to rest with his eyes closed. He Yangwen, a silent disciple of the Divine Firmament Sect next to him, hesitated for a long time and couldn't help but say:

"Curator Wei, who exactly are you..."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, thought for a while, and replied:

"Yuan."

"Wei Yuan."

"Now, just a museum curator. There's a bookstore next door. You can go sit there when you have time."

"If you like flowers, the flowers at my friend's place are very good. If I introduce you, you should be able to get a discount."

His voice paused slightly, thought seriously, and added another sentence:

"Should..."

...

In a distant place, in the seabed far away from the world and cities, a great battle of the extraordinary world was taking place.

This was the rule of cultivators, especially in the Divine Continent, that was recognized by the public, not allowing it to affect ordinary people. The Dao Lord of the Taiping Dao used his own strength to hold back two true cultivators of the same level, stirring up turbulent waves in the seabed and shattering the rugged rocks.

Taiping Dao cultivators were good at flying sand and stones, scattering beans into soldiers, calling wind and rain, and thunder falling from the sky were their strengths. After all, they had been the Three Caves and Four Supplements, ranking among the *Yuwei Qibu* (Jade Weft Seven Sections), the most orthodox of the true cultivators. His opponents were people from the Shangqing Sect.

This time, it was about the Nine-Section Staff. Both sides had a tacit understanding of restraining each other.

The Taiping Dao Lord's technique of scattering beans into soldiers had been almost broken by the Yin Water Thunder Method.

His expression was fearless. He raised his hand and began to create talismans.

True Taiping Dao cultivators never feared fighting against many alone. Seeing his actions, the two true cultivators on the opposite side became vigilant in an instant. The Taiping Dao Lord muttered the Yellow Turban Warrior Body Protection Divine Incantation, finally forming a Dharma seal, and roared in a low voice:

"...I am the General of Heaven, the Lord of the contemporary Taiping, following the decree of the vice Celestial Master of my Taiping Dao."

"Summon the Yellow Turban Warriors, come quickly to protect the Dharma, summon the Yellow Turban Warriors, come quickly to protect the Real Person!"

The surrounding ancient talismans burned spontaneously in the water.

Naturally forming a Dharma altar.

This meant that at least ten Yellow Turban Warriors would be summoned.

And judging from the fluctuations of magic power, their rank would not be low.

The two people on the opposite side both had the intention of retreating, but at this time, the several talismans actually stagnated and stopped burning. The altar collapsed. The next moment, the vast backlash brought about by forcibly stopping this kind of great divine power halfway directly exploded.

The vast magic power almost caused the sea water to overturn and surge.

The Taiping Dao Lord spat out blood in an instant and knelt on the ground.

Then,

Accompanied by the original magic power trajectory connecting heaven and earth,

A flat and indifferent voice fell down vaguely.

"Not allowed."

???!

The Taiping Dao Lord covered his chest, his face full of disbelief.

This place, which originally belonged to the slaughter, instantly became dead silent.

Only the waves stirred up by magic power continued, and only the flat voice gradually moved away, eventually disappearing like a murmur.

...

After finally arranging things, the car started again.

"Then, Curator Wei, what does your museum have?"

"Well, most of them are fakes. The rest are made by me."

"...I see...what a pity."

ps: Today's first update... a little late ha~ 5,600 words~

Thanks to Alliance Leader Su Bingye, thank you very much~