Chapter 63: The Tearing Apart of Qingxuan Dao Ren's War

  Just as Wang Guang was pondering, the dark wind Taoist in the array suddenly burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. More than ten black lights flew out from his hands and converged in mid-air, transforming into a large black hand.

  This black giant hand was only three to five zhang in size, and a burst of black water mother thunder condensed from the giant hand and flew towards the surroundings. The thunder fire exploded the green wooden stakes, and the giant hand pinched away the green cloud smoke. This black hand rushed horizontally and vertically in the formation, either punching randomly or slapping wildly with its giant palm.

  The entire array of Qingmu stars was trembling under the manipulation of the large hand, and even the more than one-foot-tall Qingmu stake on top of Qingxuan Daoist's head was swaying gently, as if it would fall down with the next breath.

  "Fellow Taoist, I admit defeat. Let us end this struggle here!" The black hand swept across and shattered seven or eight thick trunks of green wood that were as thick as a person's arm. Suddenly, Qingxuan Daoist stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of his head. A green wooden stake over a foot long spewed out countless green lights and rolled up hundreds of logs, disappearing into thin air. The Green Star Array vanished in an instant.

  Having said that, Qing Xuan Dao Ren took out a jade box from his leather bag and casually tossed it to Yin Feng Dao Ren. "This box contains three to five kinds of spiritual medicine, worth thousands of crystal stones. Fellow daoist, according to our agreement, you should hand over the soul of Huo Ya Dao Ren's friend to me now!"

  "It should be." After a long silence, the Yin Wind Dao person touched the jade box and then spoke: "I didn't think you had already planned ahead, it was I who miscalculated. However, Qing Xuan, remember this for me, today's matter, another day I will definitely find you to have a good talk." After saying that, he took out a command flag from his wide Daoist robe.

  Only to see that the token flag was as big as a palm, black and dark, no texture could be seen. Just after the token flag was taken out, including Wang Guang, they all felt a burst of momentum emanating from it. Various souls were floating in the endless momentum, including demons, ordinary people, and practitioners.

  He didn't know what kind of trick the dark wind Taoist had used, but with a wave of his command flag, it suddenly inflated to three feet in size. Then he reached into the flag and pulled out a wailing soul which he tossed at Qingxuan Taoist.

  Qing Xuan Dao Ren handed over the soul to Huo Ya Dao Ren, who was excited and couldn't wait to see it. As soon as he saw it, he immediately confirmed that this was indeed his friend's soul.

  "Brother, Huo Luan is deeply grateful." With that, the Huo Luan Daoist's hands trembled as he picked up his friend's soul and handed over a red talisman from his bosom to Qing Xuan Daoist: "If you have any matters, just ignite the talisman. As long as I'm still alive, I'll definitely go all out to help you with anything."

  Wang Guang, seeing that things had gone smoothly, and having no more business of his own to attend to, did not wish to linger here any longer. He spat out a handful of red copper sand, wrapped himself up in it, and was about to return to the camp. But unexpectedly, Qingxuan Daoist, who was standing idly by, blocked his way.

  "Wang Dao, I am Qingfeng Mountain's Qingmu Cultivation Qi Master Qingxuan. You and I are from the same territory, if you have any business in the future, you can come to me for help, it's also a compensation for misunderstanding you today." Qingxuan said, putting away the Huo Ya's token, he stopped Wang Guang with one hand and spoke in a low voice.

  "Hmph! Qingxuan, don't mention anything about mutual help to me. Although it's my first time leaving the mountain and moving around, I also know that your Qingmu Sect and my Yiqi Sect have huge differences. Just talking about our two branches on Qingfeng Mountain, there are often Qi-refining warriors fighting and killing each other. Do you think we still have a possibility of mutual help in this situation?" Wang Guang sneered, not putting Qingxuan's words to heart at all.

  "The words of fellow Taoist are incorrect. Although you and I belong to two different sects, the conflict between the sects is only a general one and has no impact on us, the disciples of Qingfeng Mountain. Moreover, as far as I know, the conflicts between the two branches were triggered by outer door disciples, while inner door and core disciples have never participated. I think fellow Taoist is not an outer door disciple, so what conflict can there be between you and me?

  Zi Xuan said with a benevolent face: "There's an old saying from ancient times that says it well - many friends mean many paths, many enemies mean many blocked roads. If one day I'm in trouble and have nowhere to turn, I can certainly ask fellow Taoist for help. How could such a good thing be refused?"

  "Daoist friends should have a better tongue than ordinary people." Wang Guang smiled strangely, stretched out his hand from the red copper sand and threw a gravel to Qing Xuan. "I won't waste words with you either, if something happens, crush it and find me immediately." After that, he turned into a greenish-yellow light and broke through the air.

  "If you encounter Qingmu Zong's Qi practitioners looking for trouble, just report my name and they will give me some face." Daoist Qingxuan shouted loudly. As for whether Wang Guang could hear it from such a distance, he didn't worry about it.

  Let's ignore the two, Yin Feng Dao Ren and Qing Xuan Dao Ren. After Wang Guang suppressed Bao Guang in the camp, Qing Xuan Dao Ren's voice followed closely. Shaking his head with a bitter smile, he didn't bother to respond and instead went to find the general who had blocked his way into the camp.

  "Wanli Tianzun! I, a humble Taoist, have been honored by the Tianyu Imperial Court. Today, I came to the battlefield to help kill the enemy, but instead of beating the drums to boost morale, you, as the general, not only failed to do so, but also had your soldiers block my way back to camp. Tell me, why did you behave in such a manner? Am I, perchance, an honored guest of the Great Qi Imperial Court, and thus an enemy to be treated with hostility?" With a flick of his sleeve, he tore open the general's tent, grabbed him by the neck, and roared furiously.

  That general will see Wang Guang with a ferocious face, and there is also a fierce killing aura surrounding him, only to make his face pale, and his body tremble like chaff. Where is the slightest bit of bravery and martial elegance?

  "The...long...listen to me...the way is coming...." This general swallowed hard, took a few deep breaths, and trembled as he spoke: "The Third Prince ordered that Daozhang not be allowed to enter the camp...at least, I must try to stop him...if I don't do this, I will certainly be killed by the Third Prince." After speaking, this general looked at Wang Guang with a pitiful expression, repeatedly saying that he was forced to commit such evil acts.

  The general's words only made Wang Guang burst out laughing. "Good! A good command from the Third Prince!" Wang Guang threw the general to the ground and, without waiting for him to get up, stepped forward with one foot on his chest and said, "You're afraid that the Third Prince will have you killed, but aren't you afraid that I'll have you slaughtered? Ha ha! Let me lose face in front of countless soldiers, I suppose you'd feel quite comfortable then!"

  He had never felt comfortable, only unbearably distressed. He was about to express his fear of the three princes' army's hidden agenda, but he didn't dare show even a hint of it, so he forced a smile and fooled those hidden agents. This general saw that the killing intent on Wang Guang's face had dissipated by more than half, and secretly let out a sigh of relief in his heart: "The Taoist priest has great divine powers and abilities, why would he care about a small character like me? I know the Taoist priest is kind-hearted and benevolent, with a stern face but a good heart, so I'm not worried that he will kill me." He said this while looking at Wang Guang with a flattering expression.

  "It's true. When I was young, I killed countless people, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, strong or weak. If I wanted to kill, I would kill; if I wanted to chop, I would chop. Now that I've become a Qi cultivator, my sect has been advising me to cultivate my character and nature for some time, which is much better than the unbridled indulgence of before. Therefore, I have been cultivating my heart and nature, and I haven't wantonly killed anyone. Nowadays, many techniques are not being used, but they've become rusty from disuse. Today, I'll use you to familiarize myself with my old techniques again, which can also be considered the end of this useless lesson in cultivating my character and nature."

  He had barely finished speaking when the warlord knelt down and begged bitterly. He lowered his head, grabbed one of the warlord's legs, and then stepped on the other leg. With a burst of strength, he heard a cracking sound, and actually cut the warlord in half alive.

  He spat out a mouthful of magic power, blowing the fresh blood on his Taoist robe away, and then he slapped the floating dust into the broken chest and abdomen of the warlord, tearing out a handful of intestines. He kneaded the intestines for a while before forcibly stuffing them into the warlord's mouth.

  The battle was not over yet, and he shouted loudly, "Where did you swallow your own intestines?" King Guang was not in a hurry, stepped on his chest to prevent him from moving, and used a feather duster to slowly poke the intestines back in.

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable! I, the poor daoist, have a natural inclination towards killing. Don't blame me, don't blame fate, you can only blame yourself for not having great abilities, and ending up in this state today. You can't blame anyone else." Seeing that the general was still breathing, Wang Guang squatted down and said in a low voice: "You can provoke anyone, but never provoke me. Don't think that after humiliating me, nothing will happen. I am originally someone who must take revenge for every grievance. Today's torture is not even considered ruthless. If it weren't for the fear of causing a commotion among the onlookers, I wouldn't have let you die so easily. I would have made you experience other methods as well!" After speaking, he stomped down with force, crushing the general's chest bone, which shattered and pierced his heart. In just a few breaths, the general rolled over and died.

  When Wang Guang turned around, most of the soldiers around him had run away without a trace, leaving only a few timid cowards who didn't know how they got into the army lying on the ground unable to move.

  There were other generals who led the soldiers to surround Wang Guang. "Dao Zhang, no matter what mistakes that general has made, it shouldn't be you who punishes him. Your actions this time are truly making us generals feel discontent."

  Although the soldiers were dissatisfied with King Guang's arbitrary killing of their own generals, they did not dare to speak out and instead picked up their long spears and clubs, preparing to charge and kill the Taoist priests at the general's command.

  "This general led a group of soldiers to mock me. I was fighting with others in front of the two armies for the sake of the imperial court, but in the end, he didn't treat me well and instead did such a thing. How can I tolerate it? You also don't think about capturing me, go to the border and tell the Crown Prince about this matter, I won't leave, wait for the prince's order, see how it goes?" Wang Guang coldly snorted and didn't want to mess with these loyal soldiers, so he made such a suggestion.

  "It's all right, I just hope that Commander Dao can understand my actions." The warrior general glanced at the corpses on the ground, waved his hand and let a few soldiers come forward to reassemble the flesh, and then had a military doctor come over to sew them together with needle and thread. After some manipulation, no one was frightened, after all, they were all qualified soldiers, each of whom had experienced killings that were countless times more brutal than the scene before their eyes.

  Soldiers dragged out those who were paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move, only to hear wails of pain outside. It turned out that some officers had picked up clubs and beaten these cowards severely. Finally, they endured the pain and carried the stitched corpses out to find a temporary place to store them.