The Blade-Wielding Legend

"No worries."

Yu Chanzi’s voice was still calm, yet it was like the Sea Stabilizing Needle.

He lightly placed the horsetail whisk on his arm and reached his other hand into the wide Daoist robe to take out a palm-sized black wood box.

The surface of the box was smooth, with faintly visible fine cow hair patterns, showing it had withstood countless years.

The mouth of the box was tightly sealed, with only a foot-long Yellow Talisman stuck on it.

The color of the talisman paper was dark, not the bright yellow of new paper, but rather seemed soaked in aged incense ash.

"Marshal, please be at ease."

Yu Chanzi’s fingertips brushed the edge of the talisman paper, "This foreign Evil God, though using the Earth Vein and Resentful Evil to cause havoc, seems invincible, but in truth has long strayed from its path, like a rootless duckweed."

"The army should proceed to assist directly towards White Tiger Gully. As for the Evil Ghost Soldiers on route, this humble Daoist will find ways to protect you, ensuring the army remains intact and reunites with General Gao."

He turned his gaze to Li Yan, holding the talisman box in his palm: "As for those Evil Gods entrenched in the Earth Vein wreaking havoc, they are like water without a source and wood without roots."

"Their Divine Souls must have an anchor, either as a trace of polluted Ancestor Spirit lingering in ancient artifacts, or as spirit monsters that have devoured incense and transformed, hiding in earth apertures. Once found, one can activate this ’Three Mountains Suppressing Demon Talisman’ to seal their origins and subdue their ferocity."

Li Yan looked at the palm-sized wood box, his brows slightly furrowed.

He clasped his fists and spoke directly: "Elder, it’s not that I am shirking responsibility. Those Evil Gods are cunning, deeply hidden, and beside them, there are traitorous Dark Five Immortals and Japan Ninja lurking. Relying on me alone, I’m afraid I cannot find them."

Hearing this, Yu Chanzi had a faint smile on his lips and gently pushed the talisman box towards Li Yan.

"Our Divine State is vast and rich, with talents abound, how could we let you venture alone into this dragon’s den and tiger’s lair?"

Before he finished speaking, amidst the howling wind and snow outside the tent, there suddenly came an intense rumbling.

The sound came from afar rapidly, carrying a sense of oppressive ferocity, reaching directly to the camp gate!

"Report——!"

The thick felt curtain of the command tent was abruptly lifted, withering cold wind wrapped with snowflakes swept in.

A messenger personal soldier knelt on one knee, his armor was covered in white frost, his breath heavy, but his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement: "Reporting to the General! Outside the camp gate, a guest has arrived!"

The thick curtain of the command tent was lifted, and the biting cold air swept in along with several figures, instantly attracting everyone’s attention inside the tent.

Li Yan raised his eyes, feeling a slight tremor in his heart.

Leading them was a person wearing a dark blue Daoist robe, with a face as stern as if cast in iron.

Following him closely were five young Daoists, all were upright and composed in demeanor.

These Daoists he had dealt with; they were precisely Yu Longzi of Wudang Five Dragon Palace, and the Five Dragon Sons!

They were the reincarnations of the five Evil Dragon’s baleful energies that Zhenwu Palace had suppressed in the past, taken as disciples by Yu Longzi, with Daoist names: Gu Linzi, Gu Claw, Gu Jiaozi, Gu Xuzi, Gu Yazi.

All five had unusual pupils – golden-red, deep green, or silver-gray, their gaze sharp as lightning, reflecting the flickering fire inside the tent, appearing more extraordinary.

In just a few years, these Five Dragon Sons became famous throughout Jiangnan with their cultivation of the Three-story Tower.

Following Yu Longzi into the command tent, was an elderly Daoist with white hair and beard, holding a horsetail whisk, wearing a Purple Gold Eight Diagram Taoist Robe, his demeanor majestic, commanding respect without anger.

It was Heavenly Master Zhang Jingxuan from Dragon and Tiger Mountain Southern School!

Behind him, nine young Taoists in apricot yellow Taoist robes entered in a line, all with bright eyes, holding Magic Swords or talismans, their steps steady, evidently the brightest of Dragon and Tiger Mountain’s younger generation, potential future High Priests.

Behind them were ten sword cultivators exuding grandeur.

Their attire varied, either ethereal or ancient and heavy, but all shared the sharpness of a honed blade. Li Yan had met them too, all elite disciples from Shu Mountain and Emei!

Maoshan sent seven Daoists too, holding Peach Wood Swords or copper coin magic rulers, each with a solemn expression.

Li Yan recognized most of these faces from grand events or demon-hunting actions of Mystical Sect in recent years.

They represented the newly rising strength of the major sects, the true hope for the future.

And now, they all gathered at this perilous Liaodong battlefield.

Scanning these youthful faces full of sharpness, Li Yan couldn’t help but slightly furrow his brows.

He looked at Yu Chanzi in the main seat of the tent, then at Yu Longzi and Zhang Jingxuan, his voice bearing a trace of gravity: "Elders... this battlefield is exceptionally dangerous now, with Evil Gods and Ghost Soldiers rampaging. Even the elders of Dragon and Tiger Mountain have fallen here. Bringing so many pillar talents of various sects here, aren’t you afraid..."

He paused, not finishing the sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Aren’t you afraid these deeply rooted talents might all perish here, causing the major sects to suffer a severe loss in Primordial Energy, or even break the legacies?

Yu Longzi, upon hearing this, showed no change in his cold, hard face, only casting a gaze as cold as a cold pond over Li Yan, speaking in a low voice, "Li Yan, in your pugilistic world journey, you should know ’without skin, how can fur attach’?"

"Now, the opportunity for transformation in the Divine State has arrived, chaos is rampant, monsters and evils arise, and the Goryeo battlefield additionally affects the country’s Qi Fortune. If we of the Mystical Sect only care for self-preservation and cannot protect the land underfoot and people behind us, what use is there in having cultivation that can reach the heavens?"

Yu Chanzi nodded slightly, lightly waving his snow-white horsetail whisk, continuing, "What Daoist Dragon said is indeed true. Mr. Li need not worry. This humble Daoist, Daoist Dragon, and Heavenly Master Zhang will proceed with the main force to White Tiger Gully to relieve Marshal Gao."

"Those rampant Evil Gods, their Divine Souls must have an origin they rely on, either as the remnant thought of a polluted Ancestor Spirit or as the original body of a transformed spirit monster. You must take advantage of the army distracting the main forces of the Evil God Ghost Soldiers to find their origin, and with thunderous means, suppress and seal them!"

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