Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 327 Who exactly are you? The Great Battle Begins (Let me share my thoughts)
Yingtian Hall.

Wu Yong's eyes were unfocused, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and he slumped onto the chains.

More than ten princes and their descendants in the vicinity were blown into a bloody mist, leaving only a few severed limbs hanging precariously above the pool of blood.

"wake up!"

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on Song Yingtian's stone-carved face.

He uttered a deep shout, his voice like a morning bell and evening drum, startling and awakening the soul, causing the entire Yingtian Hall to tremble.

"puff!"

Wu Yong spat out a mouthful of foul blood, his face was pale, and most of his hair and beard had turned white, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

Even though he borrowed the lives of more than a dozen members of the royal family, he still suffered the backlash.

Fortunately, I finally came to my senses.

He quickly took out the jade bottle and drank the Fountain of Immortality from it in one gulp. Only then did the chaotic energy in his body settle down smoothly, and his mostly white beard and hair regained their black luster.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, pointed to his bloodshot eyes, and said in a harsh tone:

"I saw a black claw, its long hair like a forest, blotting out the sky... Instantly, it locked onto my aura and grabbed at me from afar..."

At this point, he glanced at the dozen or so mutilated corpses hanging from the chains at his feet, and said with lingering fear:

"Fortunately, I managed to break the divination technique in time, even at the risk of backlash, otherwise I'm afraid even this place... would have been exposed."

"The Sky-Covering Black Claw?"

Song Yingtian's eyes flickered a few times, his tone low and distant:

"Is it an ancient relic awakened from the ages, or someone from beyond the heavens like me? Could it also be eyeing the ancient starry path of this world?"

He fell silent, his aura growing increasingly obscure, like a bottomless ancient abyss capable of swallowing everything.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, his expression as calm as ever.

"Since both Wu Song and the old nun Jingyue have suspicious circumstances, let's do the simplest divination."

Of the four who left the ruins, the one with the least connections was Liu Sheng, a country bumpkin.

Brother, let's cast a divination to see where this person is.

Once captured, we can extract information about the other three from him.

"A mere country bumpkin, with a lowly fate and meager luck, if he can't even predict the fate of these common people..."

Wu Yong's expression relaxed, and he nodded with a light laugh:
"I'd better just abandon my 'Heavenly Emperor's Life-Borrowing Star Technique' to avoid making a fool of myself."

Thinking back on his journey, whether he was a bandit in Fajiu Mountain or fighting after being recruited by the government, he had always been successful in divination and fortune-telling. When had he ever suffered such a setback?

Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone someone as proud as him.

So he swallowed several more elixirs, regulated his breathing for a while, and recovered to his best condition before beginning his third incantation for divination.

This time, we must thoroughly investigate and clarify the background, location, and life circumstances of that rustic villager.

Soon, he finished chanting the incantation and specially chose the eldest son of the King of Lu to write the talisman and draw the incantation, and then performed the divination.

The next moment, a sharp light shone brightly in Wu Yong's eyes, and a figure in his pupils gradually solidified from the ethereal void—

Armored in silver and black, with a jade-like face and crimson lips, his third eye was closed between his brows. He held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his right hand and a five-colored stone in his left, sitting amidst celestial light and divine glow...

"This is……"

Wu Yong felt that everything before his eyes was hazy and indistinct, like looking at flowers through the fog. He could only vaguely see a circle of outlines, yet it was as if he were witnessing it with his own eyes.

It's there, yet it's not there.

It is visible, yet invisible.

It's extremely contradictory, yet strangely harmonious, as if it were the way it should be.

It drove him to the brink of madness.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

"Human, demon, god, immortal, ghost? Who exactly are you?"

"what--"

Wu Yong's eyes bulged, and he vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

His hair and beard turned silver in an instant, his muscles and bones loosened, and his face became withered, as if he were about to die.

The entire lineage of the King of Lu, who was suspended by chains beneath his feet, including the King of Lu himself who had reigned for forty years, all died silently of old age on the spot.

It was as if he had been dead for hundreds of years, and even his corpse had completely decayed and turned to ash.

"Bang!" Just then, Song Yingtian, who had sensed something was wrong, made his move from below the tower, breaking the chains and causing Wu Yong to sink into the blood pool.

With a flick of his sleeve, a sudden gust of wind arose in the hall, and the blood pool seemed to boil, bubbling up a foul mist.

He glanced down at Wu Yong, his expression softening slightly, and muttered:

"Liu Sheng..."
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"Ok?"

Inside the wooden house, Liu Sheng opened his eyes, feeling a pounding sound in his chest.

It felt as if an invisible dagger was pressed against the back of his head, a thorn in his side, causing him inexplicable palpitations.

But soon, this sudden whim vanished without a trace, as if it had never happened.

"Could someone be plotting against me?"

He jumped up and tried to recall what had happened, but found nothing.

But he knew it was no illusion.

"Who could be after me?"

He paced back and forth in the room, his brow furrowed, deep in thought, but to no avail.

He then greeted Grandma, Yu Niang, and Du Bingyan, and found the incarnation of Flying Tiger to discuss the matter together.

"kill!"

Flying Tiger, in his incarnation, brandished a two-zhang-long broadsword and sparingly uttered a single word.

This magic weapon-grade greatsword is forged entirely from spirit iron. Its shape is similar to the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade from my previous life, with azure dragon patterns carved on the blade, making it majestic and imposing.

It was a spoil of war obtained from Qiao She.

The Blood Curse was sent back to the Prince of Jin's residence by Wenren Ling, who had it reforged. Before it was sent back, this sword was used as a shield.

In fact, the claws of the flying tiger's incarnation can even cut magical artifacts, making it far superior to this knife.

Unfortunately, she has a dream of being a "second master" (a term used to describe someone who is handsome and charismatic), and she's born with a red face, so she doesn't even need to hold her breath or put on makeup.

If it weren't for his own firm refusal, he would have liked to get a parrot-green battle robe to wear, the kind that's green from head to toe.

"No, I need your help to figure out who's plotting behind this. What's the use of your shouting and killing?"

Liu Sheng rolled his eyes, looked at the Flying Tiger avatar who was twirling his sword, and muttered something in an annoyed tone.

"Those who have a grudge or a conflict of interest."

Fei Hu transformed, sheathed his sword, uttered a single sentence, and dragged his sword toward the White Lotus Army's encampment.

Each of his incarnations has a distinct personality.

Just as the spider-like incarnation enjoys acting, the flying tiger incarnation prefers training and commanding troops.

He never left the barracks, spending all his time there, training the soldiers. This caused the unruly soldiers to complain endlessly, but it also restored the barracks' elite status.

"A feud, or a conflict of interest?"

Liu Sheng frowned, a whole host of figures flashing through his mind.

In the end, only a few people remained, including Song Yingtian, Prince Jin, and Lady Cai.

They were all powerful figures who could make the Great Yu Dynasty tremble with a stomp of their feet, but unfortunately, they had all been offended.

Oh well, what's done is done.

"We can only deal with whatever comes our way..."

He shook his head and returned to the camp in the mountain to check on the progress of the arrangements.

Knowing that the Crimson Scale Guards were about to attack the mountain, the elderly, weak, women and children in the village naturally had to evacuate.

Fortunately, Lao He was excellent at internal affairs and arranged things in an orderly manner. In addition, Wohu Village learned from its previous experience of being besieged and killed and left itself a way out.

So, everything went smoothly.

The relocation will be completed by tomorrow morning. At that time, the entire Wohu Village will be left with 6,000 soldiers, 5,000 elite cavalry, 20,000 able-bodied men, and more than 1,000 craftsmen.

Relying on the defensive fortifications of Wohu Ridge, it seems they can stage a realistic battle.

The following morning, a loud bugle call pierced through the mountains and came from the foot of the mountain.

In the distance, the phantom of a giant, crimson-scaled python, over a thousand feet long, pierced through the clouds and rushed straight towards Crouching Tiger Village.

The Crimson Scale Guards have arrived!

(End of this chapter)