Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 32 The Siege Begins

The siege should be about to begin.

But Yang Jian noticed that no one around him was moving.

Each of them wore a hesitant expression.

He quietly asked one of the convicted soldiers beside him.

This convicted soldier was named Zhen Daomei. His fingers were covered in calluses, and his face bore the heavy marks of wind and snow, clearly indicating that he was a veteran of the battlefield.

He would occasionally take out the red ribbon tied around his waist to look at and touch it.

It is said that before he went to war, his wife, heavily pregnant, obtained a talisman from the Nuwa Temple for him, which could save his life.

His favorite saying was that his wife should have given birth by the time he got back, and he had already thought of names for the children: Zhen Xingyun for a boy and Zhen Xingyun for a girl.

Through his previous understanding, Yang Jian learned that Zhen Daomei was a soldier under the command of the Black Marquis of Beihai, and that she had inexplicably become a criminal soldier in the middle of the night.

Then, when I saw the Black Marquis of Beihai beheaded and sacrificed to the flag in the morning, I realized that the Marquis I served intended to assassinate Grand Tutor Wen.

Zhen Daomei explained quietly, "Attacking a city is tantamount to suicide. Besides, we don't even have siege equipment. Just charging straight in is purely to see the barbarians' defensive setup and to deplete their arrows. Since we're going to die anyway, it's better to die here and have someone collect our bodies than to die at the hands of the barbarians. We'd die in the morning and be in the belly of a demon that's working with the barbarians by evening."

Yang Jian immediately realized Wen Zhong's ruthless methods. The idea of ​​sparing the lives of the soldiers seemed like a way out, but it was only to squeeze the last bit of value out of these criminal soldiers.

Not only must their spirits be returned to the sacrificial vessels, but they must also expend barbarian bows and arrows before they die.

Perhaps only those who, like him, were recruited as criminal soldiers and were engaged in spiritual practice.

But do these people really want to die?

Suddenly, shouts of battle erupted.

People around them began to rush forward, afraid that if they were too slow, they would miss out on shields and weapons.

"Didn't you just say you'd rather die here and leave a complete corpse?"

Yang Jian turned around and saw only a torrent of heads flying up.

It turned out that the four Demon Generals in the rear were leading the guards to slaughter the criminal soldiers, forcing them to move forward.

"Kid, stick close to me. When the time comes, grab the shields and weapons, then charge down to the city wall with the shields raised. As long as the shields are raised, we'll be safe. Once the allied forces of the feudal lords move out, the siege equipment will follow, and then we'll have a chance to get onto the city wall."

As Zhen Daomei ran forward, she spoke to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded as he ran forward with the crowd, "Okay, it's all up to you, big brother."

The criminal soldiers were without command and were like a pile of loose sand.

There are limited shields and weapons on the ground.

There are too many wolves and not enough meat.

Some people found shields, and some found weapons.

To make a pair.

Instead, the criminal soldiers started fighting each other.

After finding the weapon, they ended up fighting on the spot with the person who wanted it.

Yang Jian found a shield.

Zhen Daomei found the bronze spear.

Looking at the battle around him, Yang Jian inexplicably felt that this scene was somewhat similar to a game he had played in his previous life.

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People kept dying, and most of their spirits were absorbed by the giant bronze cauldron in the army formation.

In the center of the battlefield, a no-man's land had suddenly appeared around the dozen or so convicted soldiers.

Because they all possessed cultivation, anyone who tried to snatch the weapons was slashed and killed as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

At this moment, the dozen or so people gathered together, intending to attack together, as it would be easier to scale the city wall than to fight alone.

"Yang Jian, come quick! Let's go steal another weapon and shield, then we'll have a pair. That way, our chances of survival will be much higher."

Zhen Daomei called out to Yang Jian, her eyes barely concealing a hint of savagery.

Yang Jian nodded, and as he approached, he was greeted by a cold glint of light.

Zhen Daomei thrust his spear straight at Yang Jian. He noticed that Yang Jian hadn't raised his shield and assumed he was too terrified to react.

Indeed, this half-grown boy has no idea how cruel the battlefield is; let him teach him his final lesson.

His expression changed very quickly.

When the spear tip pierced Yang Jian's body, it suddenly encountered resistance.

No matter how hard he tried, until his face turned bright red, the spear tip couldn't pierce Yang Jian's body even a fraction of an inch.

He looked up and saw only the mockery in Yang Jian's eyes.

Yang Jian was not wearing any clothes. Since yesterday, when he used the Water Cloud Technique, he had no clothes to wear behind his back. At this moment, he was still wrapped in a tattered cloth to cover his lower body.

The spearhead that the opponent thrust with all their might failed to leave even a white mark on his body.

In the end, he was just an ordinary person.

Yang Jian grabbed the bronze spear with one hand and snatched it away with a little force.

"Immortal Master, I... I just... just wanted to..."

Zhen Daomei's eyes were filled with terror. She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how. Could she say that she stabbed her with the spear tip to give her a massage?

He never imagined that Yang Jian was actually a cultivator.

Cultivators are high above and always look down on ordinary people, let alone associate with common soldiers like him.

Yang Jian was approachable and didn't seem like a cultivator at all.

Yang Jian was furious and was about to kill this two-faced man.

But then he suddenly ran backward, only to trip over the corpse on the ground.

Yang Jian moved forward, his spear poised to strike Zhen Daomei's throat.

Zhen Daomei supported herself on all fours and kept backing away.

Just as Yang Jian had finished playing and was about to end his life, he suddenly saw a splash of bright red on the ground, dancing in the wind.

However, the silk scarf around Zhen Daomei's waist was snagged by the loose stones on the ground.

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he threw the shield in his hand over instead: "I hope the talisman your wife gave you is lucky enough. Go hide under the city wall."

Zhen Daomei was immediately relieved, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly: "Thank you for sparing my life, Immortal Master."

After saying that, he picked up the silk scarf and shield from the ground and rushed toward the city wall.

Yang Jian, when did you become as saintly as Yang Chan?

The Demon Eye constantly grumbled in Yang Jian's heart.

In his view, it was wrong for Yang Jian to let go of any opportunity to obtain the essence.

In the past, Yang Jian would have simply ignored it and pretended not to hear it.

At this moment, he suddenly explained, "Just as I did not kill the old, weak, sick, and disabled barbarians before, becoming strong is not about bullying the weak."

Magic Eye: "Your foolish persistence will eventually make you realize how ridiculous it is."

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

A dense chorus of whistling sounds arose.

Arrows rained down.

It was astonishing that most of the criminal soldiers, after obtaining weapons and shields, charged towards White Stone City.

The city walls responded, unleashing a dense barrage of arrows upon the group.

But it had little effect; their shields were enough to fend off the arrows.

Some arrows could cleave a shield and the person behind it in two with a single strike.

It was the barbarian cultivators who made the move.

"Boom!"

A towering ape suddenly appeared atop the city wall, lifting a spherical boulder with both hands and throwing it down at the foremost criminal soldier.

Leading the charge was a small team of more than a dozen cultivators, who were now almost at the city wall.

Faced with the boulder, they moved with incredible speed, calmly scattering to avoid it.

The ordinary people behind them suffered.

The spherical boulder rolled forward, crushing people along its path, with severed limbs flying everywhere.

"Immortal, save me!"

Zhen Daomei, who had just been spared by Yang Jian, ran toward Yang Jian in a terrified expression, with a spherical boulder right behind him.

Yang Jian quickly stepped forward to stop the boulder, preventing it from causing further casualties.

The boulder was covered in blood and felt slippery to the touch.

The immense force returned, and he staggered back dozens of steps before finally bringing the boulder to a stop.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

When he exerted his power, the wounds inflicted on his internal organs by the sword energy suddenly ruptured.

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Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Looking down, a rough, large hand was clearly visible beneath the boulder, and the red silk scarf on the hand stood out starkly against the backdrop of blood everywhere.

Demon Eye: "It seems his amulet didn't protect him."

"It is impolite not to reciprocate!"

Yang Jian lifted the boulder, his veins bulging all over his body.

The barbarians on the city wall discovered his plan, and a dense barrage of arrows immediately rained down upon him.

But Yang Jian blocked it with a huge rock as a shield.

Yang Jian carried the boulder forward, his pace quickening.

Ignoring the excruciating pain emanating from his internal organs, he hurled himself forcefully toward the city wall.

The boulder traced an arc and crashed heavily onto the city wall, instantly killing and injuring many.

In the rear of the army formation.

The crowd of lords fell silent as they witnessed Yang Jian's incredible power.

Suddenly someone spoke up: "What incredible strength! Whose general is this?"

The man stood behind Wen Zhong, and judging from the token at his waist, he was clearly a general.

Su Hu stepped forward and said, "This is my daughter's personal bodyguard, Yang Jian. He was sent to the convicts' camp to atone for his crime by accidentally killing Grand Tutor Wen's beloved disciple. Chen Tang Pass is full of capable people, and we don't need this mere superhuman strength. General Li, please don't try to steal her away."

In short~

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(End of this chapter)