From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 215 The War is About to Begin

Initiated under the tutelage of Master Youming:

Next year's Mid-Autumn Festival will coincide with the full moon and the return of the bright sun to the mirror. All the immortal sects will gather at the [Tai Xu Qing Jing Tai] to hold the once-in-a-decade sword dueling tournament.

Disciples from various schools debated swordsmanship, tested their skills, and examined their minds to verify their understanding of the Dao.

May you attend in person at that time, and take advantage of this auspicious occasion to witness the immortals asking questions within the sword...

You Ming read the message inside; it was more like an invitation than a letter.

Next year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Immortal Path will invite various sects to participate in a sword duel to test their skills and determine who is superior.

This would normally be a normal thing, but the other party deliberately sent the invitation to You Ming and even addressed him as "the real person".

This means they invited him in the capacity of Youming Immortal Path; otherwise, they would have addressed him as "Lord".

"Immortal Sect Sword Battle?"

You Ming temporarily put the invitation aside, and his expression immediately became strange.

He didn't know why the Immortal Path would send him this letter. If he remembered correctly, the Immortal Path's reputation was now at its worst.

However, he quickly realized that he had made enemies with several sects in the Immortal Path, robbed them of a lot of resources, and offended many people. They probably wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to suppress him severely.

There's a high probability that there won't be any danger; those people from the Immortal Path still have some integrity.

But then again, why should I go over there and let you guys bully me? I'm not a masochist.

You Ming pursed his lips and was about to throw the golden communication sword aside when he suddenly noticed that there was another part at the end of the letter.

"As agreed by all sects, anyone who receives unanimous recognition from all sects in this sword-fighting competition will be granted an opportunity to observe the [Great Dao Stele]..."

You Ming's eyes were immediately glued to the screen.

He looked at it several times and was sure that if he wasn't mistaken, it was written as "Da Dao Bei" (Great Way Stele) and not some other fake name.

"hiss……"

You Ming's heart skipped a beat. Although he had only cultivated for ten years, he knew almost nothing about the entire Immortal Path.

But the words "Da Dao Bei" (Great Way Stele) were indeed very familiar to him.

"From formless and shapeless arises one energy; from a single ray of light in the heart, the Great Way emerges."

Almost everyone who practices spiritual cultivation has heard this saying.

Because countless supernatural powers and secret techniques in the world originated from this stele, it is said that it contains three thousand great Daos. The three thousand is naturally a figurative expression, representing the endless source of the Dao.

Those who are fortunate enough will have the opportunity to comprehend the most profound teachings from it.

Moreover, this method is perfectly suited to your body, as if it were tailor-made for you.

This is what makes the "Great Dao Stele" so captivating to countless people.

You Ming hesitated. If he had the opportunity to come into contact with the Great Dao Stele, what kind of method he could comprehend was secondary. The most important thing was to clarify his future path of cultivation.

……

Time flies, and another six months have passed.

As one's cultivation deepens, time truly seems to fly by.

For You Ming, it was only a few moments of meditation and cultivation before the time was up, and he barely felt any increase in his magical power.

At his current level, if he wants to improve his strength, he still needs to condense supernatural powers.

Half a year has passed, signifying the end of winter and the arrival of the warm spring.

This also signifies that the soldiers of the local government's [Patrol and Inspection Division] have finally completed their drills, since the snow has mostly melted and can no longer hinder them. The next step is to equip the able-bodied men with standard uniforms and weapons, and to train them in basic combat formations. They now look quite professional.

Of course, this is only relative.

The people inside the Patrol Office were all militiamen, so there was no need to think about armor or anything like that. Each of them wore a dark blue narrow-sleeved cloth robe, tight-fitting linen trousers, and coarse-soled cloth boots.

A small number of people were also given a gray-blue cloak, which could be used as a cape on rainy days and as a windproof cover when on duty at night.

The main weapon was the spear, while some swordsmen were equipped with waist knives and rattan shields; everything was designed for lightness and convenience.

There were also a few archers, carrying short bows and quivers, each one full of vigor and high spirits.

These outfits also show that everything is designed to be lightweight, since the mission is to deal with the barbarians in Yinshan, and they will have to travel through mountains and rivers, so they naturally cannot carry too much weight.

These past few days, the yamen (government office) has basically stopped training, but they've been serving everyone good food and drink.

Everyone knew that they were about to go to war, and whether they would return home in glory or meet their end depended on their performance in the next few days.

But most people seemed very excited, which gives a glimpse into the fierce and courageous nature of the people of Bingzhou.

"We should set off now and inform the Koi Spirit God."

Unseen by the public, a deep, resonant horn sound echoed throughout the entire City God's realm.

Six layers of spiritual incense burned together, and white smoke, like a dragon, soared into the sky, swirling and lingering in the air.

As several spirits struck the Dharma drum three times, the eight directions beneath the altar suddenly trembled.

The next moment, amidst the rising incense smoke, a divine light suddenly descended and shone directly on the center of the altar.

Smoke and incense filled the air, and the sounds of metal clashing echoed through the void.

Rows of armored phantoms appeared in the air, and countless divine warriors clad in armor and robes materialized from the incense offerings. Some rode fine horses, while others wielded sharp spears. Though they remained silent, they exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

Their ranks were orderly and silent, yet their steps were thunderous.

The armor reflected a cold, scale-like gleam in the cigarette smoke, and as they marched in unison, the earth seemed to resonate subtly.

It is obvious that since Cao Chenghuang was promoted, his ghost soldiers have also been refined and are much stronger than before.

You Ming stood on Yuanling Mountain. Although it was twenty or thirty miles away, for a troop movement of this scale, this distance was practically within reach.

The average strength of these Yin soldiers is probably comparable to that of a powerful cultivator in the [Opening Acupoint] stage.

"Looks like I need to get ready to leave too."

You Ming stretched and told Wu Mo to notify the hired Xuan Guang cultivators to come and join him.

Almost simultaneously, on the Feng River, the water shimmered and the heavens and earth trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the entire river seemed to be awakened by an invisible force. Ripples spread across the surface of the water, and the central column of water rose more than ten feet high, transforming into a beam of blue light that shot into the sky.

A deep horn sounded, as if from underwater, causing the trees on both banks to tremble slightly.

In an instant, a group of armored shrimp soldiers leaped out of the water. They were over ten feet tall, carrying iron forks and spears, and marched in formation, their water armor gleaming.

On the other side, a row of giant crabs, carrying shields and wielding swords, with shells like bronze drums and pincers like crescent moons, surrounded by spiritual light, with water vapor condensing into a protective array, looked majestic and awe-inspiring.

In addition, several trolleys appeared, neither dragons nor turtles, with claws like scales and thorns, and golden armor on their backs. Even the smallest one was several meters tall, looking like a ruthless killing machine.

Only then did the River God slowly appear.

Wearing a fish-shaped crown on his head and blue scale armor on his shoulders, the armor covered almost every inch of his exposed skin.

The moment he appeared, the entire Feng River fell silent.

(End of this chapter)