fantasy novels Chapter 11 Battle Against the Vice-General
Chapter 11 Battle Against the Vice-General
Lin Yuan had just put the white jade porcelain bottle into the Soul-Shaking Bell and was about to flap his wings and disappear into the night.
"Who goes there?! How dare they profit from the dead outside Jizhou City!"
A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a deputy general from the north standing about ten feet away, holding a large sword and staring in the direction of Lin Yuan.
Although this lieutenant had lost his left arm and his armor was tattered in the earlier siege, his true energy was surging and his blood was soaring to the sky, making him a cultivator who had one foot in the Void Returning Realm!
In this primordial world where immortals and mortals are not yet completely separated, let alone a general commanding troops, even a deputy general has his hands stained with the karma and blood of countless living beings.
The lieutenant strode over, and when he saw that what was standing in the ruins was just a slightly larger dark gold raven, he was first stunned, and then a ferocious look appeared on his face.
"I thought it was some great demon, but it's just a feathered beast that has just developed sentience!"
"I haven't killed enough of the scum under that old scoundrel Su Hu's command. Tonight, I'll use you, you demonic bird, to consecrate my horse-slaying blade!"
Before he finished speaking, the lieutenant held the broadsword upside down with one hand, and his terrifying true energy, at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, suddenly erupted.
A layer of blood-red blade light, several meters long, instantly appeared on the blade and slashed down towards Lin Yuan.
Faced with such overwhelming power that could split mountains and sever rivers, Lin Yuan's golden eyes remained unmoved; instead, they became intrigued.
"Noisy."
"Zheng—"
Just as the crimson blade was about to strike Lin Yuan's head, he suddenly spread his wings.
The mundane martial art "Chasing Wind Sword Technique," which I had recently acquired from a small group, has now been transformed into the incomparably sharp "Heavenly Feather Sword Qi" under the domineering impetus of "Grand Heavenly Demon Technique"!
Hundreds upon hundreds of dark golden sword lights shot out from between his wings, densely packed and terrifying.
"Ding ding ding ding".
The lieutenant's once-certain crimson blade light was shattered inch by inch under the onslaught of sword energy like a storm.
"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"
The lieutenant's hand trembled violently, and his sword nearly flew out of his grasp; his face was filled with horror.
How could a seemingly ordinary crow possibly unleash such terrifying swordsmanship?
Lin Yuan moved again.
His figure flashed nimbly in the void, closing in on the enemy.
He suddenly swung his right wing out. This time, what flowed around the edge of the wing was no longer the light and agile sword energy, but the "Jizhou Knife Technique" that he had just retrieved from a pile of corpses!
His unparalleled comprehension, honed by the Daoist essence of a sage, allowed him to instantly master this battle formation sword technique.
The wings, like heavenly blades, slashed fiercely at the deputy general's protective aura.
"boom!"
The lieutenant was struck as if by a meteorite, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward, crashing heavily into an ancient tree, scattering leaves everywhere.
"Impossible... I am at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, how could I be suppressed by a mere bird and unable to lift my head?" The lieutenant, with disheveled hair, struggled to stand up.
Lin Yuan stood in mid-air, looking down at him as if he were an ant.
After this fierce battle, he had a clear understanding of his current combat strength.
With the help of top-tier cultivation techniques and the Golden Crow bloodline, it is incredibly easy to crush ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators at the Great Perfection stage.
"You're not even worthy of sharpening my knife. I'm not playing with you anymore."
Lin Yuan's beak opened slightly, and a flash of crimson light appeared in his pupils.
[Golden Crow True Fire]!
A cluster of golden flames, the size of soybeans, drifted down leisurely, seemingly light and powerless, but the moment it touched the vice general's body, it erupted with terrifyingly high temperatures that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas.
"ah--"
A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.
The heavy armor made of black iron, strong enough to withstand swords and blades, was like the first snow under the scorching sun in front of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Fires.
In just three breaths, the lieutenant was reduced to ashes in the intense heat, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.
Lin Yuan flapped his wings and landed, preparing to go forward and check if the lieutenant had any storage magic treasures on him, and casually "loot the corpse".
However, just as he approached the pile of ashes, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the depths of his brow!
The "Zhouyi Deduction Formula" operates on its own.
Within his sea of consciousness, golden Bagua runes rapidly arranged and combined, forcefully dispelling a layer of celestial mystery.
A bloody scene suddenly appeared before Lin Yuan's eyes.
Chonghou Hu, the Marquis of the North, one of the four great lords, was riding the Fiery-Eyed Beast, which was wreathed in flames, and carrying a 300-pound mountain-splitting axe, galloping wildly toward this direction.
The oppressive aura of the mid-stage Void Returning Realm expert, even through the simulated images, made Lin Yuan shudder.
"This is bad. We've beaten the younger one, and now the older one has come. This lieutenant probably has some kind of secret technique to sense one's natal jade slip."
Lin Yuan's heart pounded wildly, and he no longer cared about the spoils of war.
With his current cultivation level at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, facing a powerful overlord at the mid-stage of the Returning Void realm would definitely take some time.
He still had to witness Daji being possessed, and he couldn't afford to waste any time.
"Walk."
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yuan flapped his wings and disappeared into the Nine Heavens Gale, speeding southward.
The wind howled in my ears.
As Lin Yuan flew, he pondered the upcoming plot developments in his mind.
"Since Marquis Su Hu of Jizhou has already admitted defeat and surrendered, he has agreed to offer his daughter Su Daji in order to save the people of Jizhou."
"Following this timeline, Su Hu's carriage on its way to the capital would inevitably pass through that crucial, deadly place..."
Enzhou Post Station!
That was one of the most crucial turning points in the entire Investiture of the Gods.
It was the same nine-tailed fox spirit who had been frightened away by Lin Yuan's Golden Crow True Fire outside Xuanyuan Tomb, who was carrying out a secret decree from the Goddess Nuwa to possess Su Daji's body there.
This marked the beginning of a period of bewitching the ruler and ruining the six-hundred-year-old foundation of the Shang dynasty.
"I am now in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and with the extreme speed of the Golden Crow Wings, I can definitely arrive at Enzhou Post Station ahead of Su Hu's carriage if I travel at full speed."
Lin Yuan's eyes lit up. This was an excellent opportunity for him to "witness" and a golden chance for him to seize power.
Two days later, night fell.
Enzhou Post Station stands alone in the wilderness, surrounded by ancient trees with swaying branches.
Outside the post station, several hundred remaining soldiers from Jizhou were patrolling with torches in hand and tense expressions.
Meanwhile, from the inner courtyard hall of the post station, the faint sound of mourning from Su Hu, the Marquis of Jizhou, could be heard.
On a dark beam at the highest point of the inner hall of the post station, Lin Yuan had already concealed his aura and was quietly lying in wait.
His sun eye pierced through the tiles, taking in every move below.
Time passed by little by little, and soon it was midnight.
"Alas--"
A strange wind suddenly swept through the once silent wilderness.
This wind is not like an ordinary cold wind, but a monstrous wind!
The torches outside the post station turned a ghastly green in an instant under the influence of the evil wind, and then went out with a "whoosh".
"Who goes there?!"
The patrolling soldiers from Jizhou were about to draw their swords when they were suddenly struck by a strange fragrance. Their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.