The Dao Venerable reincarnated?

Kou Yangzhou once again stepped into Qingzhou territory, mocking:

"I'm back again, come and hit me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Pingfeng's figure appeared in front of him. Beneath his white robes, his hand reached out and pressed against Kou Yangzhou's chest.

"They really dare to get close to me." Kou Yangzhou clenched his palms like knives and slashed out fiercely.

One man stood in Yongzhou territory, the other in Qingzhou territory, their palms and swords clashing violently.

Boom!

Like an artillery explosion, the air rippled like water, and the surrounding ground was lifted up, like a black spot appearing on a person's face.

Kou Yangzhou didn't take advantage of the close-range opportunity to kill the physically weak second-grade Warlock with a single combo, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

Thump, thump, thump. Kou Yangzhou retreated several steps, each step causing a slight tremor in the ground.

"He has the support of all living beings in Qingzhou, so the plan to forcibly flatten Qingzhou is indeed not going to work."

Kou Yangzhou narrowed his eyes and abandoned the idea of fighting his way to Qingzhou.

When the plan was being made, the old man patted his chest and said, "No matter how powerful Xu Pingfeng is, I can single-handedly turn Qingzhou upside down."

He displayed ample confidence befitting a second-rank martial artist.

But now he had to admit that Xu Qi'an hadn't fooled him. He really couldn't defeat a second-grade peak Warlock who could refine the power of an entire prefecture and mobilize the power of all living Warlock.

Although the power of these living beings is far inferior to that of Xu Qi'an.

Zhuo Haoran?

I actually saw Zhuo Haoran!

Holding the Hun Tian Divine Mirror, Xu Xinnian stared at Zhuo Haoran's face, which was enjoying the gushing pleasure. His heart pounded a few times, followed by a surge of intense excitement and agitation.

It came to me without any effort!

He took a deep breath, calmed his agitated emotions, and asked calmly:

Where is this person?

The Celestial Mirror replied:

"Sixty miles to the southwest, besides him, I found many other scenes of male mating and male bathing. If you'd like, I can show them to you one by one."

His tone was strange, carrying a sarcastic tone that implied, "You're just like your older brother, pretending all that."

"Can you lock onto him?"

Xu Erlang recalled the instructions his elder brother had given him on how to use the Hun Tian Divine Mirror.

Anyone who has been reflected by the Hun Tian Divine Mirror will be marked by the mirror, and then the mirror can lock onto them at will within its capabilities.

"Sure."

Relieved to receive a positive reply, Xu Xinnian immediately said:

"I need to get a bird's-eye view of the surrounding area."

He became very calm, like a seasoned commander.

The field of vision in the mirror instantly widened, revealing the top of the military tents, followed by rows of neatly arranged tents, and soldiers standing guard or patrolling.

With a casual glance, Xu Erlang, relying on his experience, estimated that the army numbered between three and five thousand.

"Continue!"

He said something.

As the field of vision continued to rise, and the army's camp became a blurry "small square," a new enemy force appeared on the mirror—an enemy force of astonishing size, whose camp was several times the size of Zhuo Haoran's army.

The distance between the two military camps is about five li.

"This is a main force of the Yunzhou army, and Zhuo Haoran is leading the vanguard."

Xu Xinnian made up his mind.

Generally, one or two vanguard units will be sent ahead of the main force to scout ahead, buying time for the main force to engage the enemy in the event of a large-scale surprise attack.

It takes time for an army to go from a state of disorganization to a state of readiness to engage the enemy.

However, when the number of troops reaches tens of thousands, even more time is needed for assembly.

When Xu Erlang was fighting in the northern border, the allied forces of the demons and the Great Feng were once scattered by the Jingguo Iron Cavalry, largely because they lacked the time to regroup their troops.

It's easy to gather dozens or hundreds of people, but it's difficult to gather thousands, and even more difficult to gather tens of thousands.

Therefore, those who can boast about having "the more the better" when selecting troops are either fools who don't know their own limitations or brilliant military strategists.

Xu Erlang, holding the Hun Tian Divine Mirror, looked at Heng Yuan walking side by side to the side and said:

"Master Hengyuan, please contact the members of the Heaven and Earth Society for me. Tell them I want to hunt down Zhuo Haoran."

Hengyuan was taken aback for a moment, then his gentle eyes suddenly lit up. He clasped his hands together and smiled:

"Please wait a moment, Benefactor Xu!"

Having said that, he swiftly retrieved the fragment of the Earth Book, released his grip on the reins, and quickly sent the message:

[Six: Benefactor Xu asked this humble monk to inform you all that he intends to hunt Zhuo Haoran.]

The young phoenix was the first to respond:

[Part Two: I also want to hunt Zhuo Haoran, but first I need to find him.]

[Four: No rush, we'll face him sooner or later.]

[Second: But no one can guarantee that a second massacre won't happen; the Yunzhou army is determined to turn Yongzhou into scorched earth.]

[Six: Rest assured, everyone, Benefactor Xu has already located Zhuo Haoran's whereabouts.]

The Earth Book chat group suddenly fell silent, followed by a message from Chu Yuanzhen:

[You encountered Zhuo Haoran? How did the battle go? Are you in danger? Where are you? I'll come over on my sword immediately.]

Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu also sent letters, expressing both their eagerness to kill Zhuo Haoran and their concern for Xu Erlang's safety.

[Six: Don't worry, we didn't encounter Zhuo Haoran. It was Benefactor Xu who located Zhuo Haoran using that Law Treasure that can see over a thousand miles.]

Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhen were stunned for a moment and didn't react immediately, while Li Lingsu immediately thought of the Hun Tian Divine Mirror, after all, he had once possessed this Law Artifact.

[Seven: Hey, Xu Ningyan, that scoundrel, he's really been completely devoted to his cousin.]

"Xu Ningyan" is a tacit nickname for Xu Qi'an among the members of the Heaven and Earth Society. It was first spread by Yang Qianhuan and was later "brought in" by Li Lingsu to the Heaven and Earth Society.

Next, Xu Xinnian, through Hengyuan, informed Chu Yuanzhen and others of Zhuo Haoran's location, as well as the locations of his vanguard and main rear forces.

[Six: The operation is scheduled for dusk. The decapitation strike must be swift. There may be fourth-rank experts among the vanguard, and even more fourth-rank experts in the main force. Five miles is only a dozen breaths for a fourth-rank expert.]

Therefore, we must develop a detailed plan.

At dusk, Zhuo Haoran pulled up his pants and got out of bed. He glanced at the handsome young man who was on the verge of death, his anus and intestines ruptured. It was clear that he wouldn't survive, but with some precious medicinal herbs and pills, he could still be saved.

It's not worth wasting medicinal herbs and elixirs on a lowly captive like him.

There are many boys with similar looks in the military camp.

Moreover, although Zhuo Haoran doesn't have any dietary restrictions, he still prefers sleeping with women most of the time, and only changes his taste occasionally when he gets tired of them.

In his eyes, the handsome young man was nothing more than a plaything to be used once and then discarded.

"Useless trash, not even as good as a woman."

Zhuo Haoran hung his sword at his waist and spat.

At least women won't be ruined after just one time.

Looking at the slender body of the young man on the bed, Zhuo Haoran inexplicably thought of Xu Qi'an's cousin, the handsome young man who had caused him great trouble and almost been punished by military law.

With her red lips, white teeth, and bright eyes, her appearance was more striking than most women he had ever seen.

"Hey, if I get the chance, I'd love to try it out. Tsk tsk, humiliating Xu Qi'an's cousin, that's even more exciting than sleeping with Xu Qi'an's women."

After capturing Songshan County, Zhuo Haoran had avenged his great grudge and no longer hated Xu Xinnian as much.

Once the murderous intent subsides, lustful desires arise.

He believed that the benefits of capturing Xu Xinnian far outweighed those of killing him, and that there were many male generals in the army who were fond of men, and they would probably be happy to have sex with Xu Qi'an's cousin.

Zhuo Haoran went to the table, downed the strong liquor in the flask in one gulp, and felt refreshed.

Thirteen days later, the man surnamed Xu met his end without a burial place, and the Yunzhou army captured Yongzhou. Thus, Yunzhou's entry into the Central Plains was a foregone conclusion.

Oh, and that empress—if the army ever storms the capital, she'll surely become the target of the Yunzhou army's swarming looting.

Which city will be the next target for slaughter?

Zhuo Haoran stared at the map on the shelf, lost in thought.

Just then, a flash of light appeared inside the military tent, and six figures appeared like ghosts.

In the center was a figure in white robes, the teleportation array slowly retracting to his feet. To his left was a beautiful young woman in light armor and a scarlet cloak, and a handsome young man in a Daoist robe.

On the right is a swordsman in a blue robe with a wisp of white hair on his forehead; a handsome young man holding a bronze mirror; and a burly, middle-aged monk with a heavy heart and a deep sense of resentment.

Yang Qianhuan, Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen, Li Lingsu, and Zhuo Haoran's pupils contracted as images and information about the individuals flashed through their minds.

Apart from Xu Xinnian and the unfamiliar bald monk, all of these people were fourth-rank officials.

How did they manage such precise teleportation? Without any hesitation, Zhuo Haoran's legs didn't need to gather strength; he transformed into a blur and lunged out of the military tent, shouting at the same time:

"Enemy"

The sound abruptly stopped, the collar tightly wrapped around his neck, and the sword at his waist automatically drew from its sheath, slashing at its master in a furious attack.

Items inside the military tent were thrown at Zhuo Haoran with a series of clattering sounds.

The next moment, all the debris was blasted away by the aura of the fourth-rank martial artist. Just as Zhuo Haoran was about to break through the military tent, Xu Erlang flipped his wrist and shone the Hun Tian Divine Mirror at Zhuo Haoran.

Zhuo Haoran's figure was reflected in the bronze mirror.

His body froze, unable to take another step.

Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu's spirits left their bodies, and the two siblings rushed towards the bloodthirsty martial artist, simultaneously placing their palms against Zhuo Haoran's chest.

A sudden burst of power!

Zhuo Haoran's Primordial Spirit was immediately shaken out of his physical body.

Immediately afterwards, the flying sword on Chu Yuanzhen's back was drawn, and with a "whoosh," it pierced through Zhuo Haoran's Primordial Spirit.

Heart Sword!

The already illusory Primordial Spirit grew even dimmer.

After Zhuo Haoran's primordial Primordial Spirit withstood the sword strike, it immediately sank down, attempting to return to its physical body.

But at that moment, a golden light swept in front of his body. Master Hengyuan, whose body was covered in gold paint, bent over, twisted his waist, raised his right arm, and threw a punch.

Bang!

Zhuo Haoran's head exploded into a watermelon shape on the spot, with bone fragments and blood splattering everywhere.

Unable to return to his physical body, his Primordial Spirit ascended rapidly, attempting to escape the military tent.

However, at this moment, the spirits of Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu grabbed Primordial Spirit Haoran's legs, preventing him from escaping.

For a fourth-rank Daoist School who specializes in cultivating the Primordial Spirit, a martial artist without a physical body is nothing more than an ant that can be easily manipulated.

Call out!

Chu Yuanzhen's flying sword returned and pierced through Zhuo Haoran 'Primordial Spirit.

The fourth-rank martial artist let out a silent, piercing scream before vanishing into thin air.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society cooperated seamlessly, and with the help of Law Treasure, the entire process took no more than five breaths.

Yang Qianhuan said calmly:

"They're gone!"

"Etc!"

Li Miaozhen quickly glanced at the naked, dying boy on the bed and said:

"Take him with you!"

Yang Qianhuan did not object. He stepped forward, and the teleportation array enveloped everyone, taking them away from the military tent.

A few seconds after they left, two armored generals rushed into the tent, one carrying a bronze hammer and the other a heavy sword. Their eyes swept around and they looked at Zhuo Haoran's corpse outside and the debris scattered everywhere.

"Dead."

The general holding the bronze hammer said in a deep voice:

"From the moment we noticed the commotion to when we arrived, only three breaths had passed, and Zhuo Haoran was completely powerless to fight back."

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with horror and fear.

Honestly, if the attack had been directed at any one of them, the outcome wouldn't have been much better than Zhuo Haoran's.

The warrior wielding the heavy sword pondered for a moment, then said:

"Don't panic, inform the general first."

"We'll stay together tonight, don't go out alone."

"The assassination attempt appears to be targeting Zhuo Haoran; it's likely because he led his troops to massacre the city, incurring the wrath of the people."

Upon hearing this, the general wielding the bronze hammer breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"He was too cruel; I knew he would get himself killed sooner or later."

In the twilight, Yang Qianhuan led the five people back to the cavalry camp led by Xu Erlang. Master Hengyuan took the healing pills and ointment for treating external injuries that Li Miaozhen threw to him, walked over to the half-dead boy, patiently wiped his "wounds" and fed him the pills.

Li Lingsu, exhilarated by the killing of the villain, suggested:

"Could we use the same method to hunt down Commander Qi Guangbo?"

Li Miaozhen also had a big smile on her face and looked refreshed, but that didn't stop her from immediately rejecting her senior brother's suggestion and complaining:

"If you want to die, go ahead, but don't drag me down with you."

Xu Erlang said:

"Qi Guangbo's own cultivation level is not important, but as the commander of the Yunzhou army, he must be surrounded by many skilled guards. It will be difficult for the few of us to kill him. The best outcome is mutual destruction, but more likely it will be walking into a trap and seeking death."

"Hey, what's wrong with this guy?"

Miao Youfang jogged over to the boy and exclaimed in admiration:

"This is big enough to stuff an egg in! Poor thing, so pitiful."

Then Mosang ran over and started commenting on him.

"Cruel. Zhuo Haoran deserved to die."

"Yes, yes, such a twisted mentality doesn't exist in our Southern Frontier."

"Come on, your Southern Frontier Gu Clan doesn't even spare beasts and corpses."

"But what does that have to do with our Li Gu tribe? Anyway, the men of our Li Gu tribe like women. You Central Plains people are really perverted, turning perfectly good men into this state."

"By the way, Xu Yinluo practices Gu magic. Do you think he might be as monstrous as your Gu clan?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Erlang's heart sank. He suddenly felt that Hun Tian Shen Jing's words might have some credibility.

Li Lingsu thought to herself, "Oh, this Miao Youfang is secretly criticizing the scoundrel Xu Ningyan. I'll tell that scoundrel later and let him teach this unworthy disciple a lesson."

While having dinner, Qi Guangbo received news that Zhuo Haoran had been assassinated.

He ate his rice without changing his expression. "Zhuo Haoran was brave in breaking through enemy lines; he was a rare and sharp blade. What a pity."

The adjutant serving nearby echoed this sentiment, saying with concern:

"Those assassins came and went without a trace, killing in an instant. Because of this, all the military officers were living in fear."

Qi Guangbo said calmly:

"Pass down the order: experts of rank five and above, form groups of three and stay together for even a moment. If they can withstand the enemy's instantaneous killing attack, they will be the ones to die."

This is nothing serious; it's easy to handle.

Qi Guangbo continued:

"This battle won't last long; the outcome will be decided within thirteen days. Before the Bodhisattva of the Gara Tree and the White Emperor slay Xu Qi'an, I will also take Yang Gong's head."

Chuzhou.

On a desolate plain, a fairy in flowing robes stands, carrying a long sword, gazing up at the dark sky.

Layers of dark clouds rolled and churned, occasionally flashing with blue and white light, while terrifying thunder brewed within them.

The clouds churned violently, like a surging river.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, all living beings felt the apocalyptic atmosphere, some trembling and crawling, others dying on the spot.

Fortunately, Chuzhou is sparsely populated, and the surrounding people had already been evacuated to ensure that there was no human habitation within a hundred miles.

At the edge of the dark clouds, a ferocious yet majestic dragon head descended, and between its two horns, a "water mine ball" with a pitch-black core and an outer layer crackling with electric arcs slowly condensed.

As the dragon head descends, the water mine ball is already fully formed.

"Boom!"

With a sonic boom, the mineball transformed into a streak of light, streaking across the sky and leaving behind a trail of dense electric arcs.

Luo Yuheng's features were exquisitely sculpted. He raised his head and stared intently at the tribulation clouds in the sky, unmoved by the terrifying water-thunder ball.

A figure in green robes appeared out of thin air between the water mine ball and Luo Yuheng, slowly spreading his arms as if to embrace.

During the process, streams of power from all living beings surged forth and flowed into his body.

"Buzz!"

The mine ball was caught in Xu Qi'an's palms, trembling constantly and pushing him backward.

A glint flashed in Xu Qi'an's eyes, and his arms swelled several times their original size, bursting through his sleeves. With a "bang," he violently extinguished the lightning ball, his arms shattered by the force, leaving his shoulders empty.

Bones regenerate rapidly, and flesh grows.

Xu Qi'an swung his two fair-skinned arms and grinned:

"That's powerful enough, it's exhilarating!"

The White Emperor's voice was grand and majestic as he slowly spoke:

"You're far inferior to the Chief Supervisor."

Xu Qi'an laughed:

"Compared to the Great Wilderness, you are far inferior. Why isn't your true form here?"

A clear emotional fluctuation appeared in Bai Di's azure vertical pupils as he said in a deep voice:

"You know who I am?"

Xu Qi'an stretched, his smile calm, exuding confidence and an air of complete control.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I am the reincarnation of the Daoist Master."

The reincarnation of the Daoist Master?!

Extreme shock was evident in the eyes of the White Emperor.