Chapter 67: The Mountain Forest is Set Ablaze, the Demonic Dao is Foolish

  "Thank you, General, for your support." The little soldier, ignoring his pain, knelt down and knocked his head on the ground several times.

  The little soldier knocked his head in gratitude, but Wang Guang waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing. After taking the medicine and grinding it into a powder to apply to the seriously injured soldiers, he sat cross-legged on one side and mobilized his spiritual power to promote wound healing.

  It's a good thing he didn't use his magic, because when he did, it only scared him so much that his face turned pale and he was terrified. He almost fainted to the ground and cried loudly.

  It turned out that this guy's transportation of the law door only felt that the internal law force was circulating extremely obscurely, and the internal law force took dozens of times longer to transport than before. Moreover, he also found that the internal law force was not only slow in growth during transportation, but on the contrary, it was disappearing extremely slowly.

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable!" After uttering his Daoist name, he was about to carefully examine the strange sensation in his body when a scout horse came to report.

  "General, the pursuing troops of the Great Qi Empire are only five miles away from us. They are all cavalry. If we don't hurry up, they will catch up with us in just a moment."

  As soon as they heard this, the soldiers who were lying weakly on the ground to rest gritted their teeth and struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the broken knives and guns, and stared straight at Wang Guang waiting for orders.

  Seeing this, King Guang didn't understand? After discovering the abnormality of the law in his body, he also didn't bother to think about how to face the pursuing soldiers behind him. He directly swung his wolf-toothed club and shouted loudly: "Let's all advance for General Ben! Go around the fork in front, there are woods, wait for us to drill into the woods, I'll see how their cavalry can chase and kill." After finishing speaking, he dragged his wolf-toothed club and rushed towards the forest in front. Hundreds of soldiers also dug simple pitfalls on the ground, not seeking to kill many enemies, but hoping to block the enemy's cavalry for a while.

  It was another mad rush, and after the crowd had entered the forest, more than a thousand defeated soldiers were reduced by half. One part of them simply couldn't keep up and could only be left on the side of the road to wait for death. Another part was shot down to the ground by the pursuing soldiers behind.

  Under the leadership of Wang Guang, everyone drilled into the forest. Before they could celebrate, the Daqi cavalry directly ignited fire arrows and shot them into the forest. There were also strong men who threw flammable objects into the forest, increasing the flames.

  The entire forest was ablaze, with flames shooting up to the sky and thick smoke billowing. The fire seemed like a dragon, burning everything in its path. The soldiers were engulfed by the flames, instantly turning into charred corpses. The fire was so intense that it melted their armor, making their swords and spears glow red-hot. They frantically threw away their armor and weapons, abandoning all defense as they desperately fled for their lives.

  The thick smoke churned like a poisonous snake, wrapping itself around everything, blocking out the sky above and covering the ground below. The soldiers stumbled about blindly, unable to see where they were going, crashing into trees or tripping over rocks, breaking bones and tearing muscles.

  As the smoke continued to swirl, the soldiers couldn't breathe, slowly suffocating to death. Some had red faces and thick necks, while others had runny noses and bloodshot eyes. The smoke was so choking that it seemed like they were being strangled alive, their chests constricted in agony as they desperately tried to catch their breath.

  The fire burned for three to five hours before being extinguished by the Qi practitioners of the Daqi Empire. They didn't even inspect the site, and simply retreated. Not long after they left, a rift opened in the ground, and a man over two meters tall emerged from it.

  All that can be seen is this fellow, not in the least disheveled, with his hair loose and a face covered in mud. His armor has vanished without a trace, and it's unknown where he threw his weapon. "Great! To have reduced me to such a state, truly an excellent move."

  He casually gathered a handful of clear water to wash away the dirt on his body, and then took out a Taoist robe and hairpin from his treasure bag to dress up. In an instant, he transformed into a ferocious-looking evil Taoist.

  This evil person is none other than Wang Guang, the Qi Practitioner who disguised himself as a general and led the defeated soldiers in their escape.

  It turned out that this guy saw the pursuing soldiers of the Great Qi Dynasty and set fire to kill them directly. He didn't care about other soldiers at all, and with a stamp of his feet, he actually stamped out a big pit over one zhang deep. This guy jumped in directly and covered himself with soil and rocks. Only then did he avoid being burned by the fire and smoke.

  Carefully searching the surroundings, he found that everything was dark gray ash, and there were also iron blocks and human-shaped charcoal. However, he lazily sorted them out, only taking out the red copper sand to roll up and polish the various iron blocks on the ground, absorbing the essence of these iron instruments to enhance the power of his magic treasure.

  After carefully cleaning up the battlefield, he went dozens of miles further into the forest, found a hidden cave and crawled in to carefully ponder the strange occurrences on his body.

  After practicing the inner vision of the mind and transporting the Fa for three to five cycles, I finally discovered the reason why the Fa power in my body was circulating slowly.

  He originally had some black threads in his meridians, which were also strange and did not destroy the meridians or damage the acupoints. They just stuck firmly to the acupoints and meridians. Every time spiritual energy passed through, these black threads would absorb a bit of spiritual energy to strengthen themselves. As a result, he felt that his spiritual energy was becoming more and more difficult to circulate, and it was slowly disappearing.

  After carefully examining the black silk for more than a dozen days, he finally knew where the black silk wrapped around his meridians came from. It turned out that he remembered the records of an ancient Taoist book. The book recorded that tens of millions of years ago, there was a extremely intelligent person who became a Dan master in just thirty or fifty years.

  He didn't want to open a branch, nor did he like staying in the sect as an elder, so he went to the mortal world to mix and mingle. Who would have thought that after displaying his skills and becoming a military commander, he suddenly discovered that his golden elixir was dissolving, and his magical powers were gradually declining? Fortunately, he also found the reason, discovering that the black hand causing his decline in power was not someone else's sinister plot, but simply because he had taken on the role of military commander.

  Those armies are all instruments of slaughter, and when it comes to brutal killing, even some practitioners with special hobbies can't compare.

  These deadly instruments contain endless killing intent, death energy, resentment and other negative emotions. As soon as the Qi practitioners take on a military position, various negative emotions entwine around their bodies. The higher the rank in the military, the more entwined with resentment and killing intent they become.

  That Dan master saw that things were not going well and immediately resigned as the marshal, but even so, the various negative emotions entwined in his body still dissipated his magical powers, ultimately ending up with a miserable death on his sickbed.

  Later, several clever people in the sect went to the military or even the imperial court to study these negative emotions. Although dozens of alchemists died one after another, a qigong practitioner finally figured out how to eliminate and even utilize these negative emotions. Therefore, the sect recorded it in their Daoist scriptures for the benefit of future generations.

  After learning about the origin of the black silk in his body, the fear in his heart suddenly dissipated. After thinking about it for a while, he not only didn't feel regretful because of his decreased magical powers, but even felt joyful instead.

  "Wanxiang Tianzun! I'm truly a fool, having read many Taoist scriptures but not knowing how to apply them flexibly. Every day, I just follow what others say, and when they said it's not suitable for me to take office in the military or imperial court, I didn't go. But unexpectedly, this made me lose the secret method of increasing my martial arts skills, and instead, I smugly thought myself a clever person." Thinking about the benefits that the black silk would bring him, he couldn't help but burst into a loud, sinister laugh.

  With the predecessors planting trees, the later generations quickly enjoy the shade. After killing three or five wild beasts and eating blood food, this guy set up a green smoke in the forest and wandered around, spending three to five days of effort, and found a thousand-year-old calabaza vine in a mountain forest thousands of miles away.

  On the calabaza vine, a yellow-skinned calabaza had grown. This calabaza had been hanging there for who knows how many years, enduring wind and rain every day without suffering any damage. Wang Guang didn't hesitate, directly plucking it from the vine, hollowing out its insides, then rinsing it with clear water. Now he was ready to refine a treasure.

  Only to see this guy's hands pinching the law, a thread of green smoke condensed from his fingers and outlined into small and exquisite seals. These seals hovered in the air, and after gathering enough, they merged together to form a new seal. This newly merged seal was imprinted on the gourd without leaving any trace. After condensing thirty-six seals with various effects, Wang Guang finally stopped his movements.

  At this time, the yellow gourd had undergone a forbidden refinement and was full of luster, with threads of green light swimming and flashing within it, making it a mid-grade treasure.

  Shaking the gourd a few times, Wang Guang felt extremely satisfied. After this tempering, not only did he make the gourd capable of absorbing a large amount of objects, but it also made it hundreds of times harder than before. With both hands, he conjured up a dark thunderbolt and threw it at the gourd, and all that could be heard was a loud rumble, which sent the gourd flying tens of meters away, yet not harming it in the slightest.

  "Haha! When I return to the border this time, I won't ask for a commander to play with, at least I'll get a general to use." Thinking of this delightful idea, he burst out laughing again.

  Kuang Xiao returned to Kuang Xiao, and he didn't dare to delay too much. On the one hand, the black threads in his body were constantly absorbing his magic power. Every breath he delayed, his magic power would lose a bit, which really made him heartache. Moreover, the longer the black threads stayed in his body, the more difficult it would be to expel them later.

  After a slight recovery, he found a large stone and placed the gourd on it, then began to transport the secret method, forcibly stripping away the black threads from his body.

  The mana surged, and after wandering through dozens of special meridian acupoints, a portion of the mana changed its properties. These manas wrapped around the black threads not only wouldn't be absorbed by the black threads, but instead pulled the black threads to drill outward from the body.

  It's also unclear how long it took, but a black thread was completely stripped from the meridians, and the black thread was wrapped in mana, drilling out of Wang Guang's body through his nostrils.

  The black thread had just appeared and was struggling to escape, but unexpectedly, the gourd on Wang Guang's giant stone nodded its head in greeting and spoke a password. The stopper of the gourd jumped down by itself, and a powerful suction force sucked the black thread into it.

  "What a good baby! In the future, I will definitely refine you into an extreme top-grade treasure, and let all practitioners know your name." Thinking of this, he burst out laughing again: "At that time, killing Yin Feng Dao person is also a good revenge for his sneak attack back then."