Awakening IV

"Huh? It seems like there's no movement over there?" Suddenly, a Snow Rainbow Pavilion expert standing next to Yue Hanquan exclaimed in surprise.

"No more movement? Could it be that the Red Turban Army has changed course?" a Wu Mountain official speculated.

"Perhaps there's something more attractive to them." Suda Heqi breathed a sigh of relief.

If that's true, they're incredibly lucky; it really is Spirit Flight Heaven's blessing!

It was in the distance in the direction they were looking.

On the Official Road, only ten miles away from Wushan Prefecture City.

The corpses lay sprawled on the ground, each one withered and shriveled, as if they had been dried out for many years, and their bodies had shrunk considerably.

A tall man with long black hair and dark red eyes gently reached out and brought the last drop of blood on his fingertip to his lips, licking it.

"The pleasurable sensations of youthful flesh... it all felt like a dream."

"If this really is a dream, please let me wake up even later. Even later."

Whoosh! The figure vanished from the spot, leaving behind more than two hundred corpses of Red Turban Thugs who had died from being sucked blood.

***"The Myriad Ming Phenomenon, all living beings tremble, life and death alternate, and the celestial procession travels in all directions."

In Qianjin Mountain, on a clearing in the woods.

A series of black runes encircled a strangely shaped black sculpture at the center, forming huge concentric circles.

Around them, men and women dressed in black with half their heads shaved were devoutly holding Dagger and performing some kind of strange, unknown dance.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their expressions blank, their eyes tightly closed; it was impossible to know how many times they had practiced this dance.

Torches were propped up around the area by wooden poles inserted into the ground, creating a light that illuminated the place.

Zhou Yitang held a thick book with black and red floral patterns in his hand and loudly recited the sacrificial prayers inside.

A short while later, he finished reading the last sentence, closed the book, and looked at the person who had been waiting beside him for a while.

"That's enough, you can speak now."

The man nodded slightly and said respectfully, "Master, the surrounding area is almost ready. We can start now. If we take the Prefectural City, we will gain more manpower and have greater confidence after the renovation."

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things." Zhou Yitang frowned slightly.

As the leader of the Ming God Sect and the overall person in charge in Shan Province, he seized the opportunity to expand and promote the Ming God Ming God Sect after stirring up a large-scale Red Turban Army Rebellion, which yielded even greater benefits.

So the more things are like this, the less he wants it to end; he wants to drag it out for as long as possible.

"Master, I would never dare to be disrespectful to you in the slightest, but this is the Lord's will. What do you think?" the man said again.

"King Mu Li?" Zhou Yitang was somewhat dissatisfied. However, there was an agreement between the Thousand Sect Alliance and King Mu Li, and they had to unconditionally cooperate with King Mu Li in issuing commands.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded.

"Okay, I understand. We'll make arrangements for what to do next before we leave."

"I hope the Master will understand," the man said respectfully.

Zhou Yitang remained silent for a moment, then raised his right hand.

Soon, some experts from within the sect noticed and approached.

"What are your orders, Master?"

"Move everyone out immediately. The Conversion Troops are to prepare to leave with me. The rest of you, attack Wushan Prefecture," Zhou Yitang ordered.

"Master, are we to retreat?" the man asked in confusion.

"No, there's just something more important to do. Just bring the Conversion Troops; we can have as many people as we need, so don't worry about them."

"Yes."

"Go ahead," Zhou Yitang said calmly.

"Your subordinate takes his leave."

Watching his subordinates quickly leave, Zhou Yitang was still somewhat displeased. It was such a pity that they were called away at such a crucial moment.

But there's nothing we can do.

As orders were issued layer by layer, the entire Qianjin Mountain quickly began to move.

A flock of birds fluttered and flew away into the distance.

More often, messengers and messengers, carrying letters, also rushed off into the distance, like birds on land.

"Brother Zhou, what's this? Is it an order from above?" The Old Man Hu, who had been drinking with him earlier, leaped up from behind and asked.

"Hmm, it's a pity they want me to withdraw immediately. If we had taken Wushan Prefecture, I could have converted at least 300,000 Red Turban Army with my own hands. That would have been free troops. I've already taken care of everything," Zhou Yitang sighed.

The Old Man Hu seemed to be deep in thought.

"Is this departure to reunite with King Mu Li?"

"Yes, the faster the final assault, the better." Zhou Yitang nodded. "Fortunately, the supplies have been mostly moved these past few days."

"That's good. But I can understand, after all, there are many people and a lot of energy being used, so it's impossible for the situation to continue for long," the Old Man Hu said with a smile.

Seeing the many followers who had already begun packing up to leave in the distance, the vanguard raised their battle flags and took the lead in descending the mountain path.

"Let's go, it's time for the final assault," Zhou Yitang sighed.

The two said no more, glanced regretfully in the direction of Wu Mountain in the distance, and turned back to the carriage in the group.

"Report!!" Just then, a person suddenly moved swiftly towards Zhou Yitang.

"The leader has urgent news!"

The voice arrived before the person even got close.

Zhou Yitang frowned slightly and stopped to look at the person who had just arrived.

"What is it?"

The man quickly came to him and knelt down on one knee.

"Master, the Conversion Troops in Dongcheng County has encountered trouble. Strange Man from the Human Immortal Temple have suddenly invaded and killed many of us."

The Fire Protector is currently leading his men to surround and kill them, but he is already at a disadvantage and it is uncertain how long he can hold out.

Three teams near Wushan Prefecture mysteriously disappeared, and teams from other areas also showed signs of unexplained disappearances. It's suspected that this was all caused by the intervention of the Human Immortal Temple.

"Human Immortal Temple?" Zhou Yitang searched his memory. "That small sect that was wiped out more than fifty years ago?"

"It shouldn't just be a coincidence that they share the same name," the Old Man Hu retorted. "And what about the Strange Man? How strange could they be?" He seemed genuinely interested, though he smiled.

Nowadays, with the tacit cooperation of numerous religious sects, Shan Province poses virtually no threat. The two of them truly had nothing to fear.

"The main thing is, that person... that person wasn't Worship God, yet he just wouldn't die!" The subordinate who reported this recalled, still feeling a chill run down his spine.

"If it weren't for Worship God, would it be impossible to kill him?"

Zhou Yitang and his companion exchanged a glance, both filled with intense curiosity.

"Shall we go take a look?"

"Let's go together. It won't matter if it takes a little longer." Zhou Yitang nodded.

*** Dongcheng County.

Burning houses, chaotic streets.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions continued.

Everything looked like a city Military Disaster.

But only three people were responsible for these scenes.

"Kill!!" A group of Red Turban Thugs brandished hoes and machetes and charged toward an old Daoist priest in red standing on the street.

"Those who block my way shall die!!" the Red Scarves leader roared, with restless Spirit Thread constantly burrowing in and out of his mouth and nose.

Whoosh! Their movements were swift, comparable to those of a high-ranking martial artist, but just as they were about to touch the old Daoist priest, they all missed their target.

The leader roared and searched for a target.

The machete in his hand trembled involuntarily, as if he wanted to chop down some living thing at any moment.

But the old Daoist priest had vanished without a trace, and could not be found at all.

Thud! Suddenly, a muffled sound rang out, and a red figure descended from the sky—it was none other than the old Daoist priest in red.

He pounced on a burly man in Red Scarves, followed by a series of chilling sucking sounds.

In an instant, the strong, robust man with Red Scarves shrank from a robust, full-bodied man of flesh and blood into a withered, emaciated corpse.

The old Daoist in red flashed like a giant bat, grabbing two people with both hands and soaring into the sky, landing in a small building on the right.

The others wanted to rush forward and attack, but the difference in their speed and agility was too great, and they couldn't catch up at all.

Only the leader managed to rush in, but was immediately slammed back by a tremendous force.

With a bang, the wooden wall of the small building shattered, and the old Daoist in red stepped out slowly, seemingly lost in reverie.

His body seemed younger than before, and his speed and strength were also greater. "A young body with vibrant life. I can feel it. My body is getting stronger. Stronger than I was back then!"

The massive blood absorption is causing the Daoist's physique to move closer to that of Zhang Rongfang, the progenitor.

"You thugs, you rabble!" The Daoist's lips curled into a smile, his face brimming with barely suppressed joy. "Transform into provisions for my ascension to immortality!"

He spread his arms wide, his movements even faster than before, and he pounced on the crowd like a giant bat.

They were merely at the level of Entering the Ranks- level martial artists, and were no match for these Super Grade experts who had suppressed their cultivation for decades and finally stepped into the Immortal Path.

The wounds inflicted by weapons healed almost instantly from the large amount of blood consumed.

Speed, power, and techniques—all were utterly ineffective against him.

From afar, a blood-red shadow could be seen darting swiftly through the crowd. In just half a minute, all the Red Turban Thugs had turned into dried corpses, lying dead on the ground.

Only the last leader remained, roaring and brandishing his sword, then... Boom!

His entire body exploded, turning into a large number of Silver Thread that swept away the Red-Clothed Daoist's body.

However, the body that had just been severed was quickly reconnected and healed by the large amount of blood absorbed by the Daoist.

Once the Spirit Thread time had passed, the Daoist stepped forward, absorbed the blood, and finished off the remaining blow.

After dealing with the gang of thugs, the Daoist priest continued walking deeper into the County Town, looking blissful and relaxed, as if he were not killing people but enjoying himself.

At the highest point of the County Town, a square Daoist Daoist Sect Daoist Temple atop.

Zhang Rongfang stood alone on the rooftop, overlooking all the battles taking place within the city.

His all-black cloak made him blend into the night, unnoticed by anyone.

"Actually, I don't know whether it's right or wrong to let them hunt freely," he said softly.

"Compared to Worship God, we are still under your control, so we don't really need to worry too much." Daoist Hong Xian and the Spirit Turtle were both at the back, accompanying him to watch the attack.

More than forty of them set out at the same time, spreading out throughout the area around Wushan Prefecture, and soon found one of the sources of the rioters' transformation, which was here— Dongcheng County.

So the three of them rushed here without stopping.

The combined power of over forty Super Grade experts was indeed far faster than Zhang Rongfang's alone.

Compared to the few Super Grade like Ding Yu and Zhang Zhenhai that were slowly accumulated before, this kind of expansion is indeed too addictive.

Just a drop of blood is enough to create a Super Grade master.

Although his loyalty cannot be guaranteed, Zhang Rongfang can summon and reclaim the blood from these people's bodies at any time, as long as he is willing.

Within a certain scope, he held the power of life and death over these people.

At this moment, seeing the subordinates of the Human Immortal Temple sweeping away the Red Turban Thugs with overwhelming force, he should have felt at ease.

Can.