Chapter 63: Scattering Beans to Summon Soldiers

These Yellow Turban warriors were extremely agile, wielding various weapons such as sabers, spears, swords, and axes. As soon as they landed, some leaped up by pushing off the ground with both legs, gliding through the air like large yellow birds, while others sprinted wildly, causing the earth to roar deafeningly.

In an instant, a dense army of warriors rushed toward Han Li from all directions, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, their momentum terrifying.

Han Li stood still, calmly glancing around.

The next moment, a Yellow Turban warrior charged ahead, thrusting a long spear that transformed into countless spear shadows, emitting a piercing shriek as it enveloped most of his body.

Han Li raised an eyebrow, ignoring the spear shadows as if they were nothing. Instead of retreating, he advanced, suddenly reaching out with one hand like lightning to grab the spear.

A surge of immense force traveled along his arm, causing his body to sway slightly. Though he steadied himself instantly, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

The strength of this Yellow Turban warrior was truly astonishing!

As he thought this, he pulled back the arm gripping the spear, causing the warrior to stumble forward, while his other hand clenched into a fist and punched out.

Bang!

The spear-wielding warrior lost his grip on the weapon and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the crowd behind him, knocking dozens of Yellow Turban warriors off their feet before stopping.

Yet the spear-wielding warrior flipped over and immediately stood up, a clear fist imprint visible on his chest, which was sunken in an area.

Though his movements were slightly slower than before, he continued charging at Han Li along with the other warriors.

Han Li casually tossed the spear backward, sending several warriors flying. Turning his head to witness this, his pupils contracted slightly. That punch had used a full half of his strength, enough to shatter a mountain, yet it had failed to kill a single Yellow Turban warrior.

By now, the surrounding Yellow Turban warriors had swarmed in.

Han Li snorted coldly, shifting his stance, his body moving with a series of afterimages as he dodged and weaved. At the same time, he shook his fists, which suddenly blurred.

Countless fist shadows emerged, striking out in all directions.

Immediately, a series of "bang bang" sounds erupted!

The Yellow Turban warriors were sent flying one by one, each with a deep fist imprint on their chest. They collided with the warriors behind them, knocking over a swath, and the fierce offensive momentarily slowed.

The warriors that were knocked down flipped over and stood up again one after another.

Han Li's gaze turned cold. His figure flickered, appearing like a ghost before a Yellow Turban warrior that had just been sent flying. Without hesitation, he punched the fist imprint on its chest.

Crack!

The Yellow Turban warrior's body trembled, cracks appearing on its surface, from which yellow light shot out. Then its body shattered with a bang, turning into a cloud of yellow mist that dissipated.

Han Li's expression relaxed. Although these Yellow Turban puppets had tough bodies, they were not invincible.

The surrounding Yellow Turban warriors surged forward again like a tide.

Han Li took a light breath. Blue light flickered on his chest and abdomen, revealing six points of light. His body suddenly swelled a size, then he swayed left and right, conjuring several blurry figures.

Bang bang bang!

Seven or eight Yellow Turban warriors that had leaped at him were sent flying backward, then exploded directly.

Han Li's hands whirled like a hurricane, and wherever they passed, countless fist shadows densely emerged.

A series of loud crashes accompanied by the roar of the air erupted!

All warriors within a dozen zhang of him were sent flying, their bodies shattering one after another, turning into clouds of yellow mist.

No matter how tough these warriors' bodies were, under the power of the Little Big Dipper Star Origin Art, they were nothing.

...

In the Immortal Realm, a vast, boundless pitch-black sea.

Above the sea, a sinister wind howled, black mist filled the air, and towering turbid waves dozens of zhang high rose continuously.

At the densest point of the black mist in the sea, there was a massive black city, floating steadily above it.

This city was over a hundred zhang high and a hundred li in circumference. Above the north gate were carved three ancient characters: "Blackwater City."

The outer walls of the city were built with giant black square stones, which occasionally reflected a crystal-like luster under the sunlight. Inside the walls, however, it was like an ordinary mortal world, with rivers and fields, vegetation and forests, as well as crisscrossing streets and bustling markets.

One could also see many pedestrians coming and going in an endless stream.

The city was not entirely flat; the closer one got to the center of the giant city, the higher the terrain rose, the denser the buildings became, and the more magnificent the palaces and pavilions grew.

At the highest point of the entire giant city, there was also a small inner city, separated from the outer buildings by a black river, forming a clear boundary.

Inside the inner city, there were exquisite and delicate pavilions and towers, as well as serene and beautiful ponds, corridors, and water galleries, interspersed with rockeries and gardens. At the center lay a vast platform, upon which stood a three-story double-eaved pavilion, entirely made of wood, with interlocking vermilion brackets and a roof covered with glazed yellow tiles, adorned with carved dragons and phoenixes, extremely exquisite and magnificent.

On the top floor of the pavilion, all the windows were wide open, offering an extremely broad view. Not only could one take in the entire scenery of the inner city, but also the vast black sea beyond the giant city was visible at a glance.

The furnishings inside the pavilion were very simple, with only a square low table set in the center, and a round silk cushion placed on each side of the table.

On the low table, a dark red bronze incense burner in the shape of a mythical beast emitted curling blue smoke, filling the entire room with fragrance.

On the right cushion, a thin old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a purple lotus crown, sat cross-legged, holding an exquisite tea cup and savoring it carefully.

In the teacup, the tea was a vivid green, surpassing even jade in color. Its fragrance was faint, not as strong as the sandalwood incense burning in the brazier, but once it entered the mouth, the texture was extremely smooth, the spiritual energy rich, leaving an endless aftertaste.

The gaunt old man slowly set down his teacup and praised sincerely, “Brother Guyan, your Blackwater Spirit Tea truly lives up to its reputation.”

"Brother Jingming flatters me. If you like them, feel free to take more back." Across from him, a broad-foreheaded man with a sallow complexion and gaunt appearance said indifferently.

"Previously, due to obstacles from the lower-realm sects, I had little contact with Brother Yan. In the future, we should cooperate more and seek mutual development." Jingming said with a warm smile.

"If we can capture this person this time, we may need to work closely together to uncover the secrets he might be hiding." Guyan Sanren nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is this person's identity? Have you, Brother Yan, managed to find out anything?" Pure Bright Daoist asked, his expression turning slightly serious.

"After you contacted me last time, I already made inquiries through some channels, but didn't get any useful information. Have you found anything on your end?" Bone Flame Sanren shook his head and asked in return.

"Not much different from you, I also cannot fathom this person's background. The information leaked from the Ten Directions Tower is very limited; we only know that the client is of no small importance, but more specific details are unknown." The Pure Bright Daoist sighed lightly.

"The more this is the case, the more interested I am in the secrets this person might be hiding. It seems we can only interrogate him thoroughly after the matter." The Bone Flame Daoist said with a chuckle.

"Haha, seeing Brother Yan so confident, you must surely have bestowed some secret treasure upon your disciples?" The Pure Bright Old Daoist laughed heartily and asked probing questions.

"Fellow Daoist, have you not bestowed any trump card?" Bone Flame Scattered Man glanced at the gaunt old man and said.

The latter, unconcerned, smiled and said, "To ensure absolute success, naturally I have."

"I chanced upon some soldier beans earlier and only succeeded in converting them into Dao soldiers half a month ago. This time, they happen to be useful, so I bestowed them." Bone Flame Scattered Man, seeing the other unwilling to elaborate, did not press further and merely said casually.

The gaunt old man's expression changed upon hearing this, appearing very surprised.

"So it's Dao soldiers... Fellow Daoist Yan is truly blessed with deep fortune and astonishing creation." "They are merely Yellow Turban Dao soldiers of the lower third grade, not worth mentioning."

Bone Flame Scattered Man waved his sleeve, putting on an air of indifference, but a trace of complacency flashed deep in his eyes, barely noticeable.

"Even lower third-grade Dao soldiers are far beyond the comparison of other magical treasures. With this treasure, that fellow surnamed Han, even with three heads and six arms, will be easily captured." Pure Bright Daoist said this, his envy undiminished.

Bone Flame Scattered Man smiled without speaking upon hearing this.

At this moment, Pure Bright Daoist suddenly thought of another matter and raised an eyebrow, asking, "By the way, this Han Li is nominally an external elder of Cold Flame Sect. That fellow Cold Flame won't cause trouble and meddle, will he?"

"If he is not afraid that henceforth the Spirit Realm will only have two top-tier sects, let him try." Bone Flame Scattered Man's face turned cold as he sneered.

Pure Bright Daoist nodded, a faint smile also appearing on his gaunt cheeks.

...

In the mysterious space, above a thick layer of gray clouds, three figures stood in the void, precisely Tong Ren'e, He Shan Daoist, and Duan Renli.

At this moment, Duan Renli held a yellow gourd in his hands, muttering incantations under his breath.

The gourd was half a person in size, its surface lit up with rings of densely packed golden characters, and at the mouth of the gourd, similar golden runes floated unceasingly, emitting an otherworldly aura.

As he chanted the profound and obscure incantations aloud, a golden glow swirled at the mouth of the gourd, and from it flew out things like yellow beans, shooting downward in all directions.

As soon as these beans touched the gray clouds, tiny whirlpools immediately appeared on the cloud layer, pulling them in and swallowing them, vanishing without a trace.

"Could this be... summoning soldiers by scattering beans! I didn't expect your sect to be able to perform such a legendary immortal technique!" He Shan Daoist looked at the yellow gourd in Duan Renli's hand with envy.

"Fellow Daoist He Shan has remarkable insight. However, with our meager cultivation, how could we master such an immortal secret art? We can only barely summon some Dao soldiers by relying on this immortal treasure bestowed by our patriarch." Tong Ren'e said with a calm expression.