Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 294 Bloodstained Command Tent

Inside the commander's tent.

Cai Baimao sat high on a low couch, with a pen, ink, a tiger tally holder, and a fire-tally tube on the desk in front of him.

On the weapon rack to the side, there was a jade axe bestowed by the emperor.

Behind him, a banner was unfurled, bearing the inscription "General Cai, who subdues demons and manifests sainthood in the four directions" in large, gilded characters.

In front of the flagpole stood a middle-aged swordsman dressed in plain clothes.

This man was around forty years old, with slightly graying temples and an ordinary appearance, except for his high, straight nose.

He wore simple clothes and straw sandals, and held a black-sheathed longsword in his arms; he was unremarkable.

Chicheng Sword Sect, Cloud-Turning Sword, Jiang Li!
Along with Li Mu, the Overturning Sea Sword who died in the Four Phases Tribulation Realm, he was one of the seven great sword masters of the Crimson City Sword Sect.

"Professor Jiang, why is the commotion outside getting louder and louder?"

At this moment, Cai Baimao heard the commotion outside, put down his pen and ink, and frowned slightly.

"The demonic bird is difficult to deal with."

Jiang Li responded with a cold expression.

"That's true, but I wonder why that beast... would come to the camp to cause trouble? Could it be the work of those Lotus Bandits?"

Cai Baimao stroked his beard and sneered:
"A desperate struggle! In three days, I will personally lead a large army to break through the mountains and camps, wipe out Wohu Ridge, and exterminate those traitors."

Jiang Li remained silent for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the back of Cai Baimao's head and uttered two words:
"remains."

"Once we have wiped out those bandits, I will lead my troops into the mountains."

After Cai Baimao finished speaking, he sighed, his face filled with regret:
"On this return to this place, I finally understand the meaning of the phrase 'the world changes like the sea turning into mulberry fields.' In just three short years, this Shanyang region has changed so much that I almost don't recognize it anymore."

Three years ago, when he was the magistrate of Shanyang County, Qingyuan Cave was discovered. He sent Li Mu, the swordsman of Fuhai, to lead the county government's troops into the mountain to explore the relics.

He has not returned yet!

Later, the world changed dramatically, the mountains and rivers grew, and the town of Shanyang collapsed and was destroyed. He was summoned back by his clan.

After a year of seclusion, he laid the foundation for the Dao and then transitioned from literary to martial arts, and is now a Demon-Subduing General.

The reason for this mission is to lead troops here to support the forces of Zhang Bofeng, the demon-slaying general who guards the ruins in Black Wind Mountain.

The Prince of Jin's army has been frequently mobilized recently, so we must be on guard.

To prevent any accidents, the family even hired Jiang Li to protect him.

This seemingly ordinary-looking man, Fan Yunjian, possesses formidable strength and has already reached the threshold of the Yellow Court Realm.

This trip is not only to protect Cai Baimao, but also to help his senior brother Li Mu, who has been trapped in the ruins for three years.

The two talked for a while, but then they heard the noise outside getting louder and louder.

"Is that demonic bird really that troublesome? Or is it..."

Cai Baimao frowned, summoned his personal guards, and ordered them to investigate. He also ordered all camps to be on alert in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

"Something's wrong."

At this moment, Jiang Li spoke, his eyes flashing with a sharp light that seemed to have a tangible presence, dimming even the candlelight in the tent.

"Something's wrong?"

Seeing this, Cai Baimao raised an eyebrow slightly and chuckled:
"Could it be... that someone is trying to assassinate me?"

“You’re so smart!”

Just then, an unfamiliar voice rang out from inside the tent.

Cai Baimao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small black snake, about a foot long, that had appeared in the commander's tent at some point. It was speaking human language and emitting white mist.

"A snake demon? A green snake demoness? It really is Lian Fei causing trouble!"

He suddenly realized what was happening, and then a sharp whistle rang in his ears.

"choke!"

The longsword was drawn from its sheath, resembling a pool of autumn water, exuding a chilling aura.

Jiang Li's figure blurred, appearing before the black snake like a ghost. His sword flashed like clouds, and a chilling aura swept across an area of ​​several feet.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

In an instant, the sound of hammering echoed in the commander's tent, dense and sparks flying everywhere, colliding with the surrounding cold air and making a sizzling sound.

The next moment, all movement vanished instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed, and the tent was eerily quiet. The white mist dissipated, revealing a tall figure.

Liu Sheng!

He extended two fingers, pinched the blade between them, looked at Jiang Li who was clenching his teeth and whose veins were bulging, and chuckled softly:
"good."

This person is quite strong, with abundant true qi, pure sword intent, and a perfected realm. He only needs an opportunity to break through the barrier and achieve the Yellow Court realm.

pity……

Effort is worthless in the face of talent.

Talent, indestructible!
Talent, the power to uproot mountains!
This allowed Liu Sheng, who had just entered the game, to deliver an overwhelming performance.

This Cloud-Turning Sword, capable of slicing hair in an instant and cutting iron like mud, couldn't even pierce the thin skin on his fingertips!
"Magistrate Cai, how have you been?"

Liu Sheng looked up, his pupils flashing with five-colored demonic light, and looked at Cai Baimao behind the desk.

"You are... Liu Sheng?"

Cai Baimao met Liu Sheng's eyes, and for a moment, he recognized Liu Sheng.

Liu Sheng's experience of storming the Demon Suppression Bureau with Du Bingyan, confronting Xie Bao, and causing a scene at the banquet left a deep impression on him.

In addition, he had heard that Liu Sheng had a strained relationship with the Xu brothers and that they had clashed.

Unexpectedly, three years later, when I met this "old friend" again, it was in this kind of situation.

Wait a minute, three years ago, this kid was just a demon hunter with the cultivation level of the Visceral Realm.

But now he has blocked Jiang Shi's killing move with just two fingers!
Could his cultivation level be... Yellow Court Realm?

Furthermore, he had previously transformed into a black snake. Cai Baimao, the eldest son of the Cai family of Hedong, had never even heard of such a transformation technique.

"Xianyuan!"

Two words flashed through Cai Baimao's mind, and a strange feeling of jealousy and greed arose in his heart:
"This boy is just a country bumpkin, with no one to rely on. He must have stumbled upon a divine destiny by accident!"
Now that he has trespassed into the military tent, he should be executed according to the law. It must be that Heaven has used him to send this divine opportunity to me.

This divine destiny... is rightfully mine.

Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly occupying his entire mind.

We must obtain this divine opportunity!
We absolutely must not let anyone else know!
So instead of calling for his guards, he secretly took something out of his storage bag.

Binding Immortal Rope!
This protective artifact, bestowed upon us by our clan, is said to have originated from a historical site. It has a prestigious name and is quite effective.

They performed exceptionally well in tasks such as binding people and capturing demons, and restraining and imprisoning them.

He was multitasking, silently reciting a spell in his mind while saying aloud:
"What brings you here today, barging into the military tent without permission?!"

In an instant, the hemp rope burst into golden light, transforming into a beam of golden light that flew out and landed on Liu Sheng.

"kill!"

At the same time, Jiang Li seized the opportunity, unleashed his true energy, and the sword in his hand shone brightly. With a backhand slash, he attempted to sever two fingers on the blade.

"Cuck!"

In a flash, a streak of fire shot out from Liu Sheng's body, meeting the falling Immortal Binding Rope.

He was bound tightly and lay on the ground, unable to move.

It was none other than his fire crow incarnation!
The next moment, Liu Sheng gripped the sword with his left hand and pulled it back, while his right palm spread out with five fingers, his fingertips swirling with fine air currents, and grabbed Jiang Li's neck.

"Click! Bang!"

With a strange noise, his head was forcibly twisted off.

Blood gushed out like copper balls falling to the ground with a "thud," creating deep craters.

"Magistrate Cai..."

Liu Sheng stepped forward carrying the severed head and placed it on the general's table.

The head was covered in blood, its eyes wide open, staring blankly into the distance, meeting Cai Baimao's gaze directly.

Cai Baimao hurriedly looked away, his face ashen.
"you--"

"Go well."

In an instant, a cold wind howled out, each blow cutting to the bone, causing Cai Baimao's beard and hair to fly backward, and his soul to be scattered.

"Uh……"

(End of this chapter)