Chapter 275 The Army Sets Off, Swords Pointing at Luo Chen (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets!)

at the same time.

Wang Yu arrived above the army, and this force, which had been raised for many years, finally came in handy, numbering as many as three thousand!

There are 2,000 city guards, 1,000 patrolmen, and several hundred men left to guard Guiling.

The leaders are all Foundation Establishment cultivators, and the captains are all late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, so they are quite capable in combat. They will plunder Sanmao City on a large scale.

I won't go into details about what exactly they will do.

"All troops, listen to my command! Move out!"

Such a large group of cultivators is quite a sight just standing here, let alone when they start moving.

There are those who fly, those who tame beasts, and those who are carried by ghosts.

At first glance, it looked like a chaotic dance of demons, lacking the imposing presence of a proper army. Wang Yu was speechless at their frantic advance.

"Qingyang, is this what the disciples of the Ink Painting Sect look like when they engage in large-scale battles?"

Master Qingyang stroked his beard and said cautiously.

"Lord City Lord, the Ink Painting Sect possesses a third-tier spirit boat, passed down from our ancestors. If we mobilize all our disciples..."

"Alright, you don't need to say anything more."

Wang Yu gestured for him to shut up, patted Xueyu's bottom, and made it lean forward as much as possible. This big fox could eat all kinds of elixirs and medicines to its heart's content, because its zodiac sign was compatible with his.

The Mysterious Ice Bed can also be enjoyed along with it.

therefore.

Despite its low battle rate and lack of impressive achievements, its strength has been steadily increasing, and its bloodline has been further enhanced after being baptized by the dragon vein.

Even among superior bloodlines, it is among the top-tier, and its strength is increasing at an increasingly rapid pace. It has now reached the peak of the mid-stage of the second tier and is about to break through to the late stage.

Ordinary beasts that become demons are weak, ferocious, and bloodthirsty. They struggle to even reach the second tier and have little intelligence, thus belonging to the lower bloodline.

Those who possess bloodline inheritance are even better, at least they have a foundation, know cultivation techniques, demonic arts, and even bloodline supernatural powers, and can fight against cultivators of the same realm.

Those who break through to the third tier possess the ability to speak human language, and their intelligence is no less than that of humans; most are of medium to high bloodline.

Those of inferior, middle, and superior bloodlines embark on the path of cultivation.

Their lifespan is equal to that of cultivators. After all, most wild beasts in nature do not live as long as humans. They absorb the essence of heaven and earth to become demons and enjoy the same lifespan, which is already a gift from heaven.

However, once a demon's bloodline reaches the Earth Rank, it possesses the aptitude to condense a Nascent Soul. If its ancestors produced a Great Demon in Transformation (Fourth Rank), their bloodlines are essentially different.

At the same cultivation level, their lifespan will be about 30% longer than that of human cultivators. And when they reach the Heavenly Grade Bloodline and possess the aptitude of Nascent Soul, their lifespan will be twice that of human cultivators at the same cultivation level!

Above that lies the legendary True Spirit Bloodline, with a lifespan of ten thousand years, which continues to strengthen as one's cultivation level increases.

True dragons, phoenixes, black tortoises, qilin... all have the bloodline of true spirits and can exist in the world forever. In the Crimson Phoenix Demon Realm, there has only been one true spirit recorded since its inception, and that is—[Vermilion Bird]!

Its lair is located in the Vermilion Bird Divine Mountain in the south. Wang Yu's great enemy, "Fu Xiao," is searching for its lair in the divine mountain, hoping to seize the opportunity of the Nascent Soul stage.

The army was on its way.

He was also thinking about what he should do after returning to the sect. Supernatural powers and magic treasures were of paramount importance, as possessing these was the complete form of a Core Formation cultivator.

However, he was slightly different. Wang valued the art of magic and believed that all great power belonged to himself. He had always had a low reliance on magical treasures, so he was happy to use this renowned Little Talisman Lord to test his skills.

The Asura Fist and the Yellow Spring Seal should now reveal their true power!

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Sanmao City, City Lord's Mansion.

Luo Chen sat imposingly in the main seat, one hand supporting his chin, staring with interest at the kneeling figure, who was none other than the Blood Blade Master.

"Interesting. You said Wang Yu is mobilizing a large army to attack Sanmao City? What's your reason? And how did you find out?"

"My lord, the Blood Blade Gang rose to power in Guiling City. I still have some loyal subordinates in Guiling, and it was they who sent me this message."

"If you don't believe me, sir, you can send someone to see for yourself. They are a large group and won't be able to reach Sanmao City for a while."

"You rose to power in Guiling? When you came to me, you said you had nowhere else to turn. Now you're telling me you still have people in Guiling?"

Luo Chen stood up, walked up to the Blood Blade Master, and said with a sinister look in his eyes, "Do you think I'm a fool? You spy!"

Blood Blade Master trembled. Just as Wang Yu had thought, he had indeed considered joining forces with Luo Chen. After all, the benefits he had received over the years far exceeded what Wang Yu had given him.

He wasn't stupid; he knew he couldn't waver between two high-ranking disciples of the Holy Sect—he wasn't qualified.

So when he discovered that Guiling City had mobilized its army without his prior knowledge, he immediately realized that Wang Yu had abandoned him, and quickly knelt down in front of Luo Chen.

I absolutely dare not speak of the matter of the demonic seed.

He could only say through tears.

"My lord, I am... I am a spy sent by that scoundrel Wang Yu. I do not know what grudges you have with me. All these years I have only passed on the things you have arranged."

"I have never done anything else, but the rewards you have bestowed upon me over the years are far more substantial than those of Wang Yu. Blood Blade is a man who licks blood from the edge of a blade, so naturally I am more willing to follow you."

"Having discovered something amiss this time, I've decided to reveal myself to you. My heart, Blood Blade, is as clear as day! My lord—"

"Oh!"

Before Luo Chen could speak, the Core Formation cultivator from the Holy Sect sitting to the side was displeased: "A mere rogue cultivator dares to dream of becoming Little Talisman Lord's subordinate? He's courting death."

“Hey, you’re wrong about that, Zhou Tiedan.”

Another Saint Sect Core Formation cultivator deliberately retorted.

"This kid has been working for the Black Blood Bandits without making any mistakes or hoarding any treasures. How can he not be considered to be serving Little Fu? Why would he need to dream of it?"

"Zhang Pingping, what do you mean?!"

"Bang—"

With a loud bang, the small tea table was smashed to pieces.

Luo Chen stared at them, and the two Core Formation Stage 2 cultivators immediately fell silent. They were rivals and were constantly trying to undermine each other.

Hoping to gain Luo Chen's trust and respect, so that he could bring many benefits to his family without waiting for Luo Chen to condense his Nascent Soul, this was a product of his family's goodwill towards him.

After all, the lineage of the Black Heavenly Talisman Lord is under the control of the Ghost Fang Zhuo Clan.

However, there are not many capable people available. It is a typical master-apprentice lineage, where the master relies entirely on his disciples to perform his duties.

Those who tried to curry favor with him came in droves.

Luo Chen was furious, and the room fell silent except for the old man at the fifth level of Core Formation, who was still sipping his tea.

"I never employ traitors. Kill them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Blood Blade Master's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak again, but a sword shadow as fast as a flash of light pierced through the back of his head and down to his brow.

All my heart and soul have turned to ashes.

The gray longsword trembled slightly, and the Blood Blade Master's entire cultivation and flesh were completely devoured, leaving only a bloodless human skin piled on the ground.

The old man sheathed the evil sword in his dantian, his complexion becoming much rosier: "It tastes good; this is someone who cultivates diligently."

All three originated from Evil Sword Peak and were skilled in using demonic sword techniques.

This is a well-known natal magic weapon choice from the Evil Sword Peak, the [Devouring Primordial Profound Saint Sword]. It can devour the life cultivation of others, improve the quality of the magic weapon, and then feed back a portion of it to the sword master.

However, due to the mixed nature of magical power, it is easy to have difficulty breaking through the bottleneck. Originally, there was also the possibility of it devouring its master. After refining it into a natal magic weapon, there is no need to worry about this drawback.

The old man's natal magic weapon was actually of superior grade, far exceeding his cultivation level, and it was also a sword with stronger offensive capabilities!

The atmosphere in the lobby fell silent.

Luo Chen spoke again: "I ambushed that little bastard once, and he must be here for revenge. Zhang Pingping, go and get the recent intelligence from Guiling City."

"Zhou Tiedan, go and gather the cultivators of Sanmao City and prepare the talisman array to gather outside the city. I want to see what this commoner is capable of in order to cause me trouble."

"yes!"

"I obey!"

After the two retreated, Luo Chen took out a talisman and handed it to the old man who had drawn the sword.

"Elder Qiao, when you are fighting against Guiling's army, you don't need to show yourself. Just keep an eye on Wang Yu with this Black Heaven Talisman. If things don't look good, kill this scoundrel directly."

"Killed?"

Old Qiao asked, puzzled.

"This seems a bit inappropriate. Isn't he one of Young Master Zhuo's men...?"

Luo Chen looked disdainful.

“My master’s wife has more than just Zhuo Shouqing as her nephew. Young Master Shouyun is also her nephew. My master’s wife won’t blame me for killing a useless subordinate.”

"I understand."

Old Qiao nodded and said no more.

The Black Heaven Talisman was given to Luo Chen by his master. It was both his guiding light in the Dao of Talismans and a trump card that could crush even a peak Core Formation cultivator.

There weren't many; he had used them before.

Now there are only two left. Giving one to Old Qiao is also a kind of insurance, in case Wang Yuzhen has any means to restrict him, so that he can react in time.

After giving the instructions, he said...

"Let's go, let's wait for that guy outside the city."

"yes."

at the same time.

On the way to Sanmao City, Wang Yu was also discussing with Qingyang: "Luo Chen is, after all, a Nascent Soul cultivator. He must have some trump cards given to him by the Black Heaven Talisman Lord. At crucial moments..."

"I understand!"

Master Qingyang pondered for a moment, then took out the ancestral treasure and handed it to Wang Yu. It was the [Heavenly Thunder Descends Diagram], a treasure for averting calamity.

"This talisman is useless to me now, and the relationship between Qingyang and Shuimo Sect is becoming increasingly distant. Although the lightning tribulation power accumulated in this diagram has not reached its limit, it can still tear it apart and explode instantly."

The founder of the Ink Painting Sect lived over a thousand years ago. Before obtaining this painting, he had undergone countless tribulations. According to Qingyang, after obtaining it...

Including his previous experience, he had at least stored the power of nine Core Formation Tribulations, in addition to the accumulation he made before falling into the Water Ink Ancestor's hands.

If it were torn apart and unleashed, it should be no less powerful than the endless sea of ​​lightning that Master Tianshui unleashed in Guiling City, which killed nine peak Core Formation cultivators.

Its power is boundless!

However, Wang Yu was somewhat surprised by Qingyang's decisive action. He was prepared to pay a hefty price to make an exchange with Qingyang.

As if sensing his thoughts, Qingyang smiled.

"Last time in the Thunder Pit, if it weren't for the city lord risking his life to save Qingyang, he would probably have died in that calamity. It's just a map, only as insurance, and we don't necessarily have to use it."

"The city lord probably doesn't really want to kill that little Fu Jun Luo Chen either."

"One thing at a time."

As Wang Yu nodded, he took out a storage bag and transferred 500,000 spirit stones to Qingyang in front of her.

"If it really comes in handy, I'll give you another 500,000."

(End of this chapter)