“Kill.”
“Kill.”
The “roaring” cries of the Clay Army shook the heavens, their heavy, synchronized footsteps causing the earth to tremble.
The faces molded from yellow clay were numb and eerie, densely packed like ghosts crawling out from a sea of suffering, making one’s scalp tingle.
In an instant, the flood of mud and stone engulfed the entire valley.
The Mystic Sect cultivators were completely surrounded, each hurriedly casting spells to defend themselves.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, these are just some soulless, spiritless burial goods.” The Fengshui Mister murmured to comfort himself, holding a Luo Pan, his hand signs as intricate as string tricks.
“Watch as this old man uses the Star-shifting Technique!”
Xiao Lingshu tossed Five Emperor Coins at the Clay Army while chatting with nearby fellow cultivators.
Hearing the Fengshui Mister’s words, he immediately sucked in a breath, his face full of admiration:
“Immortal Master, you even know the Star-shifting Technique? That’s amazing!”
The Star-shifting Technique was a secret art of Qimen Dunjia, capable of altering the fengshui layout and harmonizing the environment—especially effective against corpse changes in ominous burial sites.
It was said that at its peak, it could even reverse the heavens and earth, influencing the energy of the cosmos.
Ouyang Jue had turned this place into a Renjian Dam.
If they could use the Star-shifting Technique to directly destroy the fengshui arrangement he’d set up, dispersing some of the Yin Sha Qi, their spellcasting would be much smoother.
“Hehe, I just know a little, just a little.” The Fengshui Mister gave a modest, awkward chuckle, just finishing his hand sign as the Luo Pan’s heavenly pool began spinning rapidly.
Xiao Lingshu sensed the surrounding energy shifting; sure enough, the Yin Sha Qi diminished, and even the movements of the Clay Army around the Fengshui Mister slowed down.
Xiao Lingshu was overjoyed.
“You call that ‘just a little’? This is clearly immediate results! With this skill, wouldn’t fighting these things be a piece of—ah!”
He was caught off guard and had his neck grabbed by a clay soldier, eyes rolling back.
“What’s going on? Why are the clay soldiers on my side still so strong?”
“Ahem, my Star-shifting Technique only has a range of a few meters.”
The Fengshui Mister pulled out a chalk line, looping it around the neck of the nearest clay soldier, smiling awkwardly.
“I can’t reach your sector, so be careful yourself.”
Xiao Lingshu:”……”
‘A range of just a few meters…’
So he really does ‘just know a little’!
“Alright then.” Xiao Lingshu put on a bitter face as he pried the clay hand off his neck, sighing as he continued tossing coins.
But the clay soldiers empowered by Vengeful Blood had already gained momentum, their cultivation not inferior to a Wuxing Earth Spirit.
His Copper Coin Sword had already been broken by Xu Qin, and now, with just a handful of small coins, the effect was barely more than giving the clay soldiers a gentle scrape.
Xiao Lingshu looked longingly at Yin Xiang, who was also wielding a Copper Coin Sword.
“Teacher, I have a set of one hundred and eight antique, top-quality Five Emperor Coins. Want to trade your Copper Coin Sword for it? No exaggeration, even a single one of my coins could fetch a price at the Auction House! Don’t miss this rare chance!”
Yin Xiang slashed off a clay soldier’s arm with his sword and replied casually, “Sure, let’s trade after the fight.”
Xiao Lingshu:”……”
‘After the fight, you definitely won’t trade, thanks!’
Yin Xiang, seeing how Xiao Lingshu was struggling, said, “Come to my side.”
“Oh, wait, let me finish off these few first,” Xiao Lingshu replied.
Yin Xiang felt a pang of sympathy.
“Forget it, I’ll come to you…”
“Xiao Lingshu, catch!” Shi Pengpeng called out.
Xiao Lingshu turned at her voice, leaped up, and caught a glimmering object—it was a Qin Banliang.
“Wuwuwu, Senior Sister, you’re the best, I never want to be apart from you.”
Yan Jing’s voice followed:
“Try reorganizing your words.”
Xiao Lingshu immediately complied, “I never want to be apart from you or Brother Yan. We’re one big, happy family!”
Yan Jing:”…….”
“BOOM—”
A bolt of lightning crashed down from the clouds, striking a yellow clay warhorse with a blinding flash.
The clay horse instantly shattered to pieces, “CRACKLE CRACKLE” as fragments scattered everywhere.
“Qinglian Monastery’s Thunder Magic really lives up to its reputation!” a fellow cultivator exclaimed.
“It’s like chopping vegetables!”
Zhong Ziqing, however, wasn’t so optimistic.
His face was paled as he said, “Ashamed to say, my cultivation is limited. I’m afraid I can’t summon many more bolts.”
Thunder Magic was powerful, but the stronger the spell, the greater the drain.
As the Chief Disciple of Qinglian Monastery, Zhong Ziqing had just fought fiercely and could still summon lightning—showing their impressive skill.
But they were still outnumbered.
There were simply too many clay soldiers.
The Mystic Sect group had rushed here, but there were only a dozen or so of them.
Even though they were all elites, facing thousands of earth spirits filled with resentment, they were still far too few.
Even if each of them could take down a dozen, or even dozens, of clay soldiers, at most they’d only deal with a few hundred.
“Ah—help!” A scream rang out from within the tide of clay soldiers.
A cultivator with lower cultivation couldn’t hold out any longer, grabbed by four clay soldiers, one on each limb, and lifted into the air.
These clay soldiers, modeled after the burial goods of the Qin Emperor Mausoleum, truly bore the style of Xianqin.
Judging by their posture, they were about to tear the cultivator limb from limb.
Everyone’s breath caught.
They wanted to help, but their hands and feet were tied.
In that critical moment, a metallic ring sounded in the air.
A flash of yellow talisman light darted like lightning—so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
The next second, the arms of two of the clay soldiers holding the cultivator fell to the ground, shattering into fragments.
Before the rescued cultivator could react, the talisman light curved and flew back into Shi Pengpeng’s hand.
At the same time, the other two clay soldiers were sliced in half at the waist.
All this happened in a heartbeat.
“Damn it, treating me like Shang Yang! Bet you never thought you’d end up as Li Si! And Ouyang Jue, just wait, tonight I’ll dig up your grave!”
The rescued cultivator, furious and shaken, then gratefully said, “Miss Shi, thank you so much! Your Talisman Soldier is truly extraordinary!”
So fast, so sharp—far more formidable than the rumors!
“You’re welcome…” Shi Pengpeng hadn’t finished her sentence when another scream came from elsewhere—another cultivator had been caught by the clay soldiers.
This cultivator was quite skilled, wielding a Tianpeng Ruler made of lightning-struck jujube wood, and had already knocked down a dozen clay soldiers in no time.
Ouyang Jue, still mounted, observed the battlefield.
He raised the Imperial Seal of Transmission and stamped it in the air.
Instantly, hundreds of clay soldiers surged toward the cultivator, crowding him so tightly he was completely surrounded.
The cultivator chanted a Beidou Hui and Yuanshuai Mantra.
The Tianpeng Ruler burst with divine light, sending a gust of wind sweeping outward, blasting all the clay soldiers around him aside.
But before he could catch his breath, Ouyang Jue stamped the Imperial Seal again, and even more clay soldiers surged in.
The cultivator had no time to gather his strength and was soon seized by the clay soldiers.
A massive clay warhorse neighed—”WHINNY WHINNY”—raising its front hooves high, about to trample him.
“Grrrrr” A ferocious beast’s roar echoed as a qilin talisman spell swept by, shredding the clay horse and toppling the surrounding clay soldiers.
The rescued cultivator hurriedly raised his Tianpeng Ruler in front of him.
“Thank you, Chief Yan, for your help.”
Before he could finish, two more cries for help rang out.
“Sigh!” The cultivator quickly turned toward the sound, swept his ruler, and the Tianpeng Deity’s power to ward off evil burst out, striking a clay soldier and a clay horse.
Both shattered on the spot, and two pigeon-egg-sized lumps of Vengeful Blood rolled to the ground, seeping into the earth—adding another layer of Yin Sha to this mortal tomb.
“This can’t go on.” Shi Pengpeng’s brows knitted tightly.
“We’re outnumbered, and we’re just getting worn down…”
She looked around, searching for a way out, but everywhere she looked, it was packed with clay people and horses.
Her teammates were lost among them, their figures nearly impossible to spot.
Fortunately, the refrigerated truck’s headlights were still on, providing some extra light.
‘Refrigerated truck…’
Shi Pengpeng suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look.
Yan Jing asked Zhong Ziqing, “Daoist Zhong, why haven’t the special police arrived yet?”
“It takes some time to gather the team,” Zhong Ziqing replied.
“Longevity Island’s chaos in West Luo effectively diverted the Mystic Sect’s attention. Everyone’s scattered throughout the city, and this attack happened so suddenly—it’s not easy to gather everyone at once. But it shouldn’t be much longer; just hold on a bit more…”
“I can’t, I can’t hold on.” Xiao Lingshu and another injured cultivator leaned back to back, gasping for breath.
Heaven knows he hadn’t even graduated yet, and here he was thrown into a huge operation.
With his luck, he might just end up dying here.
‘After all these years of cultivation, I’ve come to accept it.’
‘If I die, at least let it be for a good cause.’
“Teacher, Senior Sister, if I die here, please tell the higher-ups that I sacrificed myself heroically for the people. If possible, get me recognized as a martyr, and maybe help me pass on—I’d like a jujube wood coffin, and if it’s not too much trouble, have the higher-ups visit my parents during the holidays…”
Shi Pengpeng replied decisively, “Not happening.”
Xiao Lingshu: “Senior Sister, don’t refuse so quickly! My parents are rich, you know, if you visit them often you might even—”
“Still no.” Shi Pengpeng cut him off.
“I won’t let you die.”
Xiao Lingshu was stunned, touched, his mouth opening and closing.
“Senior Sister…”
“Shut up.”
“You won’t be waiting for reinforcements. Before those useless fools arrive, I’ll bury you all myself.” Ouyang Jue’s gaze was blazing, lingering on Shi Pengpeng and Yan Jing, “Especially you two.”
His skin had somehow become utterly withered, clinging to his skull in wrinkled folds, as if a single breeze would reduce him to dust.
Yet his lips still curled upward.
“Shi Pengpeng, if you have the skills, then just like in Biannan, drive the stones and trample my army.”
Xiao Lingshu, hearing this, immediately remembered his senior sister’s legend in Biannan and hurriedly asked, “Senior Sister, should I give the Qin Banliang back to you?”
“No need,” Shi Pengpeng said.
“I can’t drive the stones here.”
‘There aren’t any giant stone elephants here like in Mingshui. Even if there were, I couldn’t channel the spell here.’
‘Jade Seal.’
Xiao Lingshu was puzzled.
“Why not?”
“Hahahahaha.” Ouyang Jue laughed loudly.
“A mere Qin Banliang, how could it compare to the true Imperial Seal passed down from the First Emperor?”
This was Ouyang Jue’s painstakingly constructed Renjian Dam—every mountain, stone, blade of grass and tree was under his control.
It wouldn’t be as easily manipulated by Shi Pengpeng as the mountain in Biannan.
Let alone that he held the Imperial Seal of Transmission in his hands—the true talisman of the Qin Emperor.
If Shi Pengpeng dared to channel the First Emperor’s residual power here, she’d only be making a wedding dress for Ouyang Jue, feeding her power to the Imperial Seal.
“Who says I have to drive stones to deal with you?” Shi Pengpeng sneered.
“Aren’t you just relying on numbers? I’ll go head-to-head with you in magic!”
As she spoke, she swiftly finished a hand sign, and a Talisman rose, standing beneath the moonlight.
The Mystic Sect cultivators instinctively looked up—and were all stunned.
“Taiyi Rising Corpse Talisman?” Xu Qin, who had been standing by with his sword, recognized the talisman, his face mocking.
“Shi Pengpeng, are you just grasping at straws? Where are you going to find corpses here to raise…”
He didn’t finish his sentence.
“By the law, so shall it be—command!”
As the words fell, the Red Ink on the Talisman lit up.
At the same time, the four cold storage units connected to the giant refrigerated truck burst open, releasing a surge of cold air and corpse qi.
Over a hundred tons of frozen chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs scattered on the ground began to rise under the Corpse Rising Spell.
Xu Qin: ?
Ouyang Jue: ??
All Mystic Sect Cultivators: ???
Shi Pengpeng smiled faintly.
“Zombie meat—why wouldn’t that count as a corpse?”
Inside the massive truck, it was as if countless hailstones were jumping about.
Over a hundred tons of rock-hard zombie meat—tens of thousands of poultry and livestock—leapt from the cold storage in a mighty flood, lining up under the moonlight in the beam of the headlights.
These zombie meats had been hastily collected by Longevity Island to fill the cold storage and cover for the millennial wandering corpse, so there was no particular selection—every kind of animal was present.
Besides chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, there were also a few sheep and several sides of beef split in half.
All these animals had been plucked and skinned, covered in a layer of white frost.
Standing stiffly together as an army, they looked as bizarre as could be.
Especially the chickens, ducks, and geese—all with their heads still attached, their stiff, lifeless little eyes glaring painfully under the harsh light.
…Alright, maybe the half sides of zombie beef, still showing their innards, were even more confounding.
“Impossible!” Xu Qin cried out.
“Only those with resentment can become zombies—how could these animals be raised as corpses?”
“You’ve been an animal for so long and still don’t get it?” Shi Pengpeng looked at him like he was an idiot.
“Cut you in half at the slaughterhouse and see if you have any resentment!”
Xu Qin: “………..”
Everyone else:”……”
This attack power really was off the charts.