Chapter 167 Yellow Turban

Accompanied by that streak of lightning, the Taiping Dao cultivators moved out in unison.

The Weiming Sect, however, had been luring them to attack, and were well-prepared. In this close-quarters battle, the Taiping Dao cultivators didn't gain the upper hand immediately. Wei Yuan walked out of the vehicle, sword in hand, and saw that everyone around him was already engaged in combat.

The Weiming Sect was a branch of the Zhengyi school, capable of performing rituals and sealing incantations within talismans.

When prepared, they were opponents that almost all cultivators were unwilling to face.

For example, right now, talismans were being thrown out as if they cost nothing.

Qi-sealing, thunder spells, even exorcisms.

Almost no school of talismans could match the comprehensiveness of the Zhengyi Dao.

Several Weiming Sect Daoists were surrounded by swirling talismans, which transformed into streaks of light as they flew out.

Under the enhancement of the talismans, even those with vigorous strength would become weak and frail due to their inner qi being locked and yin energy entangling them. Some with profound curse techniques could even cause martial arts experts to fall to the ground, crushed by their own weight, if they didn't walk the righteous path.

He Yangwen, his expression indifferent, stepped forward and pressed his right hand, fingers slightly spread, against a man's chest.

A muffled, explosive sound.

The man's face turned pale as he was sent flying by this palm thunder.

If the Shenxiao Five Thunder Method wasn't performed on an altar, it required accumulating the five qi in advance, transforming them into the five thunders. A palm strike was then a palm thunder technique. Therefore, the Shenxiao Sect, in addition to sword techniques and talismans, also had an exclusive lineage of palm techniques. It seemed that He Yangwen was of the lineage that focused on inner alchemy palm techniques, extremely skilled in palm thunder.

Thunder techniques were upright and righteous.

Ordinary ghosts and spirits would be scattered with a single palm strike.

Even evil cultivators would be greatly restrained when facing thunder techniques.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his hand holding the sword remaining steady and unwavering, protecting the vehicle with the section of the Nine-Section Staff.

Since the Taiping Dao knew this was a trap, yet still walked into it, they naturally wouldn't only have these methods.

Sure enough, after a moment of fighting, a Taiping Daoist pushed aside a Weiming Sect cultivator, his feet generating wind and clouds, and rushed like lightning towards the vehicle where the Nine-Section Staff was. Lin Li hesitated for a moment, glanced at Wei Yuan, placed the metal box on the seat, and then leaped out to engage the Daoist.

As soon as she made a move, she revealed extremely deep Daoist cultivation, even stronger than He Yangwen by a fraction.

The Shangqing Sect Maoshan Method was also a sect that once held the position of leader of the Daoist schools.

Wielding a peach wood sword, she executed a series of sword techniques, supplemented by thunder incantations. After exchanging several moves, Lin Li stepped the Yu steps, raised her hand to take a talisman, her expression solemn, and muttered, "Heaven clear, earth spirit, soldiers and generals follow orders. Soldiers follow the seal's turn, generals follow the order's execution. I respectfully follow the decree of the Shangxia Maoshan Dharma Lord, urgently summoning divine soldiers to come quickly!"

The jade pendant at her waist lit up, and a gust of yin wind and baleful aura arose from the ground, yet also possessed a grand and upright intent.

Then, a drum sounded, like thunder, and a troop of soldiers charged out diagonally from this yin wind and baleful aura. The leading figure, riding a warhorse, led these soldiers to charge towards the Taiping Daoist in front, their momentum extremely majestic.

This was the orthodox method of nurturing soldiers.

Completely different from the evil methods of raising soldiers used previously, it was the foundation of a sect.

Lin Li was only able to dispatch these soldiers because she had a special mission this time. This method was also created in imitation of the heavenly troops, with senior true cultivators using their own Daoist cultivation to nurture these yin generals before their death, as a reliance for the sect.

And if a sect had true cultivators who walked the righteous path and raised soldiers generation after generation, those yin soldiers and divine generals would become stronger and stronger.

Enough to serve as the foundation of a sect.

The Taiping Daoist was being pushed back step by step by the charge, but just as he was about to be captured and sealed by the spells, the others relaxed slightly. The Daoist suddenly pulled out a handful of golden beans, with runes engraved on them, and flung them out fiercely. The other Taiping Dao cultivators did the same, and in an instant, the aura of weapons and war erupted.

Wei Yuan's eyes flickered.

Scattering beans to form soldiers.

Everyone knew that the Taiping Dao was no longer what it once was, and even more so that they were rushing for quick success, cultivating the Taiping Essentials into evil methods. They couldn't possibly have this kind of supernatural power to perform the art of scattering beans to form soldiers.

These were clearly talisman beans left behind by past seniors, which were being thrown out by this group of prodigal Daoists.

And the distant sky suddenly turned gloomy, with low rumbles of thunder constantly sounding. Lightning illuminated large swathes of the sky, and then faint shouts of killing could be heard. A gust of wind rose, and everyone immediately judged that the sect elders, who should have arrived in time for reinforcements, were being held back at all costs by the Taiping Dao's experts.

Wei Yuan instantly understood the intentions of these Taiping Daoists. The importance of the Nine-Section Staff didn't need to be mentioned. The Taiping Dao's current resources weren't plentiful, and this time they were planning to gamble with their ancestral inheritance. If they won, they would glorify their ancestors. If they lost, everyone wouldn't need to line up to jump off the terrace, but would end it right there.

Among them, the Taiping Daoist closest to this place was displaying especially powerful scattering beans to form soldiers.

Two of them even seemed to have the aura of Yellow Turban Warriors.

One held a spear, and the other held a blade.

Both shouted angrily, their weapons seeming to be stained with boundless blood.

How could the Shangqing Sect's yin soldiers and divine generals be a match for the Yellow Turban Warriors who appeared in many legends? Moreover, they were summoned by Lin Li. After only a few exchanges, one of them was beheaded by a brave general, or had his throat pierced by a long spear.

Lin Li was caught off guard, and also outnumbered, and was actually forced back. The Daoist was overjoyed, lowered his body, and ran towards the large vehicle. This time, for the Nine-Section Staff, they could be said to have used up all their resources. These two talisman beans were refined by ancient Taiping Dao experts, and it was said that they could summon the Yellow Turban Warriors transformed from the Taiping Dao's former generals.

Wu Lu and Bai Jue.

Both ranked among the Seventy Generals.

And were part of Zhang Jiao's troop, the Ji Province troop that once followed behind him, not the bandits who rose up in the chaos and falsely claimed the name of the Yellow Turbans.

Although it was absolutely impossible for them to have the true strength of the Age of Gods.

Moreover, the talisman beans' spirituality was constantly fading over the years, but it was enough in this situation.

He saw that there was only one young man next to him. Seeing Wei Yuan stepping forward with his sword, he didn't care, and let the two Yellow Turban Warriors dressed as generals kill him, while he himself reached for the metal box. Lin Li's expression changed slightly, and she saw that the other Taiping Dao cultivators were raising their hands to summon talismans, and thunderbolts were rushing towards Wei Yuan's back. She cried out anxiously:

"Curator Wei, be careful!"

Wei Yuan raised his hand, preparing to use the Eight-Sided Han Sword to block the two bloodstained weapons. His pupils turned a pale green, and he instantly mobilized the power of the Brocade Feather Bird, his speed and strength skyrocketing. He raised his hand and blocked horizontally.

Then, he suddenly sensed a trace of abnormality.

He paused slightly.

The weapons in the hands of the Yellow Turban Warriors, originally transformed from the remnants of Daoist cultivation, suddenly deviated.

They almost subconsciously avoided Wei Yuan's vital points.

Just like the experience of fighting and killing.

It was the instinct from their previous lives.

Then, they brushed past the sides of his shoulders, the weapons crossed behind him.

A loud crash!

Lin Li had been anxiously looking up, but when she looked closely, her expression slowly froze.

The entire battlefield was silent for a moment.

The black-haired, black-clothed youth carried a sword box on his back, his expression peaceful. The two Yellow Turban Warriors slashed past his sides, directly shattering the thunder magic that had been attacking Wei Yuan. The force overflowed, and the thunder light intertwined, causing the Yellow Turban Warriors' robes to stir slightly, as if they were protectors.

Then, they naturally changed their positions, one on the left and one on the right, their weapons horizontally blocking the front and rear positions.

Wei Yuan's thoughts were frozen, and he somewhat guessed the reason for this situation.

Then, he focused his attention on the Taiping Daoist. He had two kinds of weapons, a sword and a spear.

At this distance, he subconsciously raised his left-hand gun.

The Taiping Daoist had almost grasped the metal box, but suddenly felt a chill between his eyebrows. With a cracking sound, a gun was already pressed against his brow. He stiffly raised his head and saw that his two ancient Yellow Turban Warriors had not harmed the young man, but had instead blocked the attack for him.

And from this hidden angle, he saw a trace of confusion, forgetfulness, and loss remaining on the young man's face.

The Taiping Daoist's expression froze.

He seemed completely unable to believe that the divine generals he had summoned with his supernatural powers had actually run to the opposite camp.

Not only did they not attack, but they also defended the other side.

He opened his mouth, glanced at the situation, and suddenly said:

"You are also one of us from the Taiping Dao?!"

Lin Li and the others' expressions changed slightly, with vigilance and astonishment. Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes, recovered from the loss of seeing the Yellow Turban Warriors naturally protecting him, and mocked himself, thinking that his past must have been related to Zhang Jiao's Ji Province Yellow Turbans, and that he must have been an absolute weakling on the battlefield, the kind that needed protection.

Then he knew that this Taiping Daoist was sowing discord. It was a simple tactic, but he couldn't refute it in the situation where the Yellow Turban Warriors had naturally avoided the attack. So Wei Yuan held the sword diagonally, his voice calm:

"You can't be considered the Taiping Dao."

"As for the Taiping Essentials, after all, my family runs a museum, so I know a little about everything, but I can't be considered proficient..."

He paused, thinking of the young Daoist with two dimples when he smiled in his distant memory.

The expression on his face softened, and he replied:

"I just once met the strongest Daoist who cultivated the Taiping Dao in this world."

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