Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 326: Calculating in person, the song is too high to be appreciated

Zhu Zongshan told the two people present about the battle that year in detail. He did not arrange Yin Quan and others in the team of 1,000 to lure the enemy. However, war is fierce and dangerous. No matter how thorough the calculations and preparations are, the battlefield is still full of dangers, uncertainties and surprises.

They were targeting the Black Spirit army that was attacking them by surprise, but at the critical moment they were disrupted by two Level 6 Black Spirits that came to reinforce them.

Zhu Zongshan had no choice but to temporarily change the pre-determined tactical battle formation. He pulled out four teams of 100 men and six fifth-floor monks from nearby, issued a blood order to fight to the last man, and entangled the sixth-order black spirit at all costs. He used the tactic of adding fuel to the fire and severely damaged two sixth-order black spirits, paying a huge price to win a tragic victory.

This was the battle with the highest casualties among the dozens of battles, large and small, since he had taken command of the troops, reaching almost 30%.

"An army cannot be run with kindness. There will be casualties in a war. You are responsible for all the monks who participated in the war. You cannot be blamed for this. The only one to blame is the Black Spirit. In the future, kill more Black Spirits to avenge your fallen brothers."

Xu Yuanchang already knew about the war five years ago.

Zhu Zongshan's tactical arrangements were flawless, but he was seriously short of soldiers and high-level monks available later.

It is said that Zhu Zongshan personally led the guards to form a battle formation, took the lead, used himself as the sharpest blade, and integrated all the fighting forces to charge. Even he, the commander of the troops, was injured, which shows how critical his life was at that time.

Victory or defeat often takes only a moment. Whoever seizes that turning point will have the last laugh.

Zhu Zongshan's face suddenly showed a relieved look. His ancestor had scolded him severely and sternly ordered him to seek the forgiveness of Taoist Master Xu, saying something like "the opportunity of the great way depends on one's own life, so don't make mistakes" and so on.

In the past five years, apart from training troops and fighting wars, he has been feeling quite uneasy.

Until this moment, I finally felt relieved and could give an explanation to my ancestor.

Zhu Zongshan bowed his hands to express his gratitude and said, "Brothers are all great. I want to transfer them to the small town behind, or take charge of logistics. No one wants to leave, so I can only allocate appropriate resources to them within the scope of my authority. By the way, Lao Shi and Lao He broke through and advanced to the fourth floor a few days ago, and are currently in seclusion to consolidate their progress."

Xu Yuanchang showed a hint of surprise and smiled, "Well, this is good news. It's not easy."

The bottom layer consumes the most, and the higher you go, the greater the chance of surviving on the battlefield.

At least Zhu Zongshan was able to make more arrangements within his authority.

He was happy for Shi Wangchen and He Shutang.

Zeng Wanglou looked at Zhu Zongshan, who had reached the late fourth floor, and asked, "How far have you condensed your soldier spirit?"

Zhu Zongshan bowed respectfully and replied: "The soldier's soul is difficult to forge, and the spirit has been refreshed for a long time, but the spirit has not yet been formed."

The Shuangling and Youjing he mentioned are the second and third stages of the soldier soul respectively.

Zeng Wanglou pointed out: "Without conquering cities and killing tens of thousands of black spirits, it will be difficult to achieve the third step. 'Spirit and energy are things, and the soul of the soldiers is change.' How many elite teams do you have available at present?"

"There are three thousand elite soldiers and two thousand reserve troops."

Zhu Zongshan had more and more available cultivators under his command, and the Sitian Palace of the Daning Dynasty was willing to distribute the resources. Over the past few decades, it focused on cultivating more low-level Qi Induction and Qi Solidification cultivators, forming a virtuous cycle upward.

Zeng Wanglou exchanged glances with Xu Yuanchang. Some words would be better spoken by him. He said, "You should seize the time to train your troops. You can focus on besieging level 6 masters and breaking through the Black Spirit Fortress in a short period of time. You will have a place to use your skills in three months at most. Since we are one of our own, we will give you priority when there is a battle."

The words were brief, allowing Zhu Zongshan to prepare in advance.

When Zhu Zongshan saw Taoist Xu nod slightly, he was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude.

Seeing that the two were unwilling to talk more, he still had many doubts that he was not in a position to ask.

For example, in which direction to deploy troops, Zhenbei City is about 80,000 miles away from the nearest Black Spirit stronghold fortress opposite, with wastelands, ice fields and other harsh regions blocking the way. If you want to send troops on a long expedition, you will lose everything if you are not careful.

After chatting for half an hour, the guard outside the courtyard knocked on the door and walked in, reporting: "Commander, we have discovered that there are at least three sixth-level black spirits spying a hundred miles north of the city. City Lord Zhou has already summoned the old swordsman and other masters. Please go to the top of the city to discuss countermeasures."

Zeng Wanglou and Xu Yuanchang flew out of the yard and arrived in the air above the north city wall.

There are special monks in the city who are responsible for controlling magic weapons and can detect whether there are any masters approaching within a hundred miles.

The night was deep and it was pitch black outside the city.

Zeng Wanglou stared at several vague black shadows a hundred miles away. He recognized the bat-like shadow among them as the Black Bat King who was killed and fled. He knew what was going on and told Xu Yuanchang through voice transmission.

He didn't expect that Black Bolt and other Black Spirits would actually chase him to Zhenbei City, and he wasn't worried about not being able to return.

Zhu Zongshan's barracks were stationed more than ten miles south of the city. There were a thousand elite soldiers on duty in the city, as well as a large number of monks from the second-story auxiliary camp, guarding the key areas in the city. He passed down his orders in an orderly manner.

"The human Daoist holding the umbrella, and that Daoist Xu, can you please leave the city so we can have a chat?"

A strange, harsh, and harsh voice came from the black spirit in the distance.

The noisy city wall fell silent. Zhu Zongshan, City Lord Zhou and others looked at Mr. Mu, who was holding a black umbrella, and Taoist Xu beside him. They all wondered what had happened to Mr. Mu and Taoist Xu, the black spirit masters, who had entered the city at night.
Liu Xianfeng, Xu Shengtian, Zhuifeng, and Jiao Teng, who had already been released from the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring, were strolling around the Zhenbei City Night Market with Jiao Teng.

They would not miss the excitement on the city wall, so they flew over.

Zeng Wanglou looked calm and said, "Black Bolt, would you like to introduce the four helpers you invited?"

The constantly changing black shadow continued, "The Shadow King of Gucao Territory greets you. May I ask what your name is, fellow Taoist?"

The human language it spoke was also very strange, with a bit of a leak in it.

The other three invisible companions were not introduced.

Zeng Wanglou had no intention of leaving the city, and he stalled for time calmly, saying, "You can call me Mr. Mu. I wonder why you have come from afar?"

Except for Xu Yuanchang who had exceptional eyesight, no one else on the city wall, including several monks from the fifth floor, could see the black spirits a hundred miles away in the night.

King Xiying laughed sharply and said straight to the point: "I want to make a deal with Mr. Mu. I wonder what price we need to pay to get King Wuyou back?"

Zeng Wanglou would never believe the other party's lies, and said, "I need a large amount of Tongxuan Stone and natural treasures."

He made up stories casually, pinching his fingers in his sleeves, trying to deduce the oddities.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. The other party knew that he would not be able to release the captured King Wuyou, but still came to make a deal. There must be a conspiracy.

King Diying and King Black Bolt approached the direction of Zhenbei City and said, "It just so happens that we have excavated a Tongxuan Stone mine. As long as we can exchange it for King Wuyou, we are willing to pay any price."

Xu Yuanchang sent a message to remind Lao Zeng.

Zeng Wanglou would not believe that the other party was willing to be a sucker, he chuckled and said, "Let me make it clear to you all, I was a little too heavy-handed and accidentally tore King Wuyou apart, causing his remaining soul and soul orb to be separated. I'm afraid I can't exchange it for many Tongxuan Stones?" King Shiying and King Black Bat flew nearly fifty miles away and stopped. They were also sure that the masters of Dingzhou were not in Zhenbei City, and it would take a lot of time to come from afar, so they were not worried about being trapped.

"We are willing to use a thousand Tongxuan stones to exchange for the remaining soul and soul bead of King Wuyou. Please help us, Mr. Mu."

The Shadow King transformed into an old man and offered a sky-high price. He continued, "In fact, we can resolve our disputes through negotiation. We can divide this wilderness in two, so that we won't invade each other and reduce the loss of lives."

When the many monks on the city wall heard the price of one thousand Tongxuan Stones, they were secretly shocked.

Zeng Wanglou couldn't figure out the other party's conspiracy for a while. The ever-changing Shadow King had the means to conceal the secrets of heaven and was an opponent that should not be underestimated. He laughed and said, "For such a big matter, I am not qualified to make a dictatorial decision. If you are sincere, please wait until dawn and let us discuss it first. How about that?"

He set his deduction target on Xu Yuanchang and calculated quickly.

King Shiying was very easy to talk to and agreed, "Mr. Mu is too modest. Let's wait until dawn and then we will withdraw."

The word "retreat" he said dragged out a little, and he and Black Bolt returned south along the same route.

On the top of the city wall, Zeng Wanglou suddenly realized something strange. In a flash, he took the black umbrella in his hand and opened it, and swung it towards a cultivator from the fourth floor who was near Zhuzong Mountain. The black umbrella disappeared, and the cultivator, whose aura was slightly fluctuating and flickering, was swung into the small world of the black umbrella.

With two loud explosions, "bang" and "bang", the power of the monk's self-explosion in the black umbrella was compressed layer by layer.

Another fourth-floor monk who was about three hundred feet away from Xu Yuan was in the crowd and suddenly exploded. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and limbs were scattered everywhere. Countless monks screamed and were blown to pieces.

Fortunately, the monks from the fourth floor self-destructed in a hurry and were not in good condition, so the power was limited. Except for a few monks from the third floor who were seriously injured, the others who were affected were only slightly injured, except for being covered in disgusting blood.

Xu Yuanchang subconsciously used the divine light of creation, and a flash of golden light spread out.

A few drops of blood evaporated before they got close to him, and he heard a faint strange cry.

"Don't move, Mr. Rong Mu, check whether there are any monks controlled by the black spirits hiding on the top of the city. City Lord Zhou, Commander Zhu, please give the order!"

Xu Yuanchang shouted loudly. He had already guessed that the conspiracy of the Shadow King was to stain other cultivators with blood in order to achieve some kind of control purpose. The black spirit's tricks were also hard to guard against.

City Lord Zhou and Zhu Zongshan hurriedly spoke out to stop the chaos and ordered everyone, including the seriously injured, to stay where they were and wait for Mr. Mu to check. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be executed.

Zeng Wanglou threw the black umbrella into the sky, covering an area of ​​several miles. He also knew the plan of the Divination Shadow King.

Xu Yuanchang used the divine light of creation to sweep back and forth, and only found something strange on the three cultivators. After he destroyed the things contained in the bloodstains, there was no other trouble here except for the mess.

After a few telepathic exchanges with Mr. Zeng, it was almost confirmed that the target of the Shadow King was him and Zhu Zongshan.

Zeng Wanglou used his own method to check again and confirmed that there were no hidden dangers. He asked, "City Lord Zhou, Commander Zhu, have the two who blew themselves up left the city tonight?"

A guard near City Lord Zhou said something in a voice transmission, and City Lord Zhou nodded and said, "They just entered the city not long ago."

There was no need for reminders later. City Lord Zhou issued an order, asking several monks from the fifth floor who had been examined by Mr. Mu to use magic weapons to check all the monks in the city to prevent the black spirit's insidious means from causing further losses.

The group returned to Zhuzongshan and arranged to rest in the yard.

Xu Yuanchang and Zeng Lao were drinking tea and chatting in the main room, while everyone else went back to their rooms.

Zhuifeng's body was too big, so it dug a mud pit in the backyard and rolled around comfortably.

"The golden light released by Yuan Chang can completely eliminate the hidden means used by the Shadow King. It is extremely magical and it really opened my eyes."

Zeng Wanglou was curious and tried to find out secretly.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and avoided the question, refusing to reveal the origin of the divine light of creation.

He decided to continue to spend a lot of effort to use resources to feed the Creation Altar. There were still seventy or eighty feet of sixth-grade water jade sand in the space, and he would not feel bad even if he spent it all.

If the altar can be upgraded to the fifth level, it may be able to play more unexpected roles.

Half an hour later, Grandmaster Xi Yuelou used the formation to rush to Zhenbei City first. Old Sword Saint, Fu Xianzhi, Han Zhixing and Wei Jingshu arrived one after another without notifying Meng Shanhe who was recuperating in Bianyuan City.

After understanding what happened, the old Sword Saint personally came forward and invited Zeng Wanglou and Xu Yuanchang to the City Lord's Mansion to discuss matters.

After some polite greetings, everyone sat down casually.

Xu Yuanchang briefly recounted the story of their mission deep into the ice field, took out the bottle containing the remaining soul of King Wuyou and handed it to the old sword master. He did not bother to cast a spell to check King Wuyou's memory.

"Master Yuan, are you saying that you were attacked by King Wuyou and King Black Bolt, and King Black Bolt also released a team of 500 black spirits, and you defeated them all?"

Grandmaster Xi Yuelou had the closest relationship with Xu Yuanchang, and he was so excited that he could hardly sit still.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Xu Yuanchang smiled and tried to distance himself from the matter, saying, "It was all thanks to Elder Zeng's bravery and good planning that he succeeded in plotting against King Wuyou. However, more than a dozen fifth- and fourth-level black spirits, as well as the Black Bat King, still escaped and were not dealt with by us."

"You kid, are you interested in learning the ways of Wei Dajiu and quibbling with me?"

Xi Yuelou slapped Xu Yuanchang excitedly.

Wei Jingshu smiled and asked, "Yuanzhang, are you saying that Black Bat King has a space treasure that can accommodate 500 teams?"

Xu Yuanchang bowed slightly and said, "Yes, we were unlucky and encountered this."

The old swordsman handed the bottle to Fu Xianzhi and scolded him with a smile: "You have always had good luck, it was Black Bat King and Wuyou King who were unlucky. This time I will remember your great contribution."

Everyone started laughing and teasing Xu Yuanchang who always made a big noise.

Zeng Wanglou sat alone a little further back and did not join in the fun.

It seems too highbrow and a bit out of place.

Fu Xianzhi opened the bottle and, according to the old sword master's instructions, interrogated the remaining soul of King Wuyou on the spot.

He took out a palm-sized tortoise shell that had been rubbed to a shine, and beat the remaining soul into it, muttering something. Ancient runes bloomed on the tortoise shell, and a faint scream could be heard from inside.

No one would sympathize with King Wuyou who was suffering from the pain of soul-searching.

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(End of this chapter)