Investiture of the Gods: Childhood Sweetheart Daji, Starting with Quasi-Saint Cultivation

The two armies faced off.

The rebel army numbered 30,000, their banners obscuring the sun, exuding a murderous aura.

Yuan Futong, riding a strange beast, stood in the center of the army, looking at the mere three thousand men opposite him, and sneered.

"Is that all the people? Is Su Yunbai here to die?"

opposite.

Three thousand iron-blooded soldiers lined up in battle.

In just three days, with the help of the Body Tempering Pill, the Spirit Gathering Array, and Su Yunbai's personal guidance, these soldiers, who were already elite troops, have undergone a complete transformation.

Everyone was full of energy and their eyes were sharp as knives.

Although they numbered only three thousand, their momentum was in no way inferior to the opposing army of thirty thousand.

Su Yunbai rode on horseback at the front of the formation.

Jiang Xiaowu, dressed in a light and elegant dress and holding a moon ring, stood quietly by his side.

Twenty guards stood on either side, their auras heavy and composed.

"Yuan Futong." Su Yunbai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the battlefield, "Surrender now, and you can have your body intact."

Yuan Futong flew into a rage: "You brat, how dare you be so arrogant! Who will kill him for me?"

"This humble general is willing to go!" A rebel general spurred his horse forward, wielding a large sword, exuding a fierce aura, and possessing the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Su Yunbai didn't even glance at it.

"First team, attack!"

"Slay the general and seize the flag."

"yes!"

One hundred iron-blooded soldiers responded in unison, formed a simple battle formation, and marched forward.

The rebel general grinned maliciously: "A hundred ordinary soldiers? You're asking for death!"

He channeled his magic power, and his greatsword, glowing with blood, slashed down from mid-air!

The Ironblood Army's centurion captain didn't even blink, and shouted, "Raise your shields!"

A hundred specially made heavy shields were raised simultaneously, their qi and blood intertwined, forming a light red qi and blood barrier in front of the formation.

"clang--!"

The broadsword struck the barrier, sending sparks flying.

The barrier shook violently, but did not break.

The hundred soldiers all groaned in unison, but did not retreat an inch.

"What?!" The rebel general was shocked.

How could a mortal soldier withstand a single blow from a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

"Attack!" the centurion roared.

A hundred spears thrust out simultaneously, their tips gleaming with cold light as they tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound!

The rebel general hurriedly parried.

"Clang clang clang—!"

The spears rained down with tremendous force.

He staggered back several steps, his tiger's mouth splitting open.

"Impossible!" Yuan Futong was also stunned.

"Second team, third team, flank from both sides," Su Yunbai ordered calmly.

Two hundred more Ironblood soldiers charged out, moving with lightning speed, and instantly completed the encirclement.

Three hundred iron-blooded soldiers surrounded the rebel general.

In battle formations, qi and blood are interconnected like a net.

Spears were like a forest, and shields were like a mountain.

The rebel general charged left and right, but could not break through.

Instead, he kept getting injured.

"Ah—!" he roared, burning his life essence and unleashing his strongest attack.

The blade flashed like a blood-red moon, slashing straight ahead!

The centurion's eyes sharpened: "Change formation! Unite your qi and blood!"

The vital energy of three hundred people instantly converged on the captain.

The captain's aura surged, and he even briefly broke through to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage!

He roared, and the spear in his hand transformed into a streak of crimson light as he clashed head-on with the enemy!

"boom--!"

The shockwave exploded.

The rebel general's broadsword flew out of his hand, and a spear pierced his chest.

He stared wide-eyed at the spearhead that had pierced through his chest in disbelief.

"How... is this possible..."

"Kill!" The captain drew his spear.

The rebel general's body fell to the ground with a thud.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Three hundred iron-blooded soldiers killed Foundation Establishment stage cultivator generals without taking any damage!

The morale of the rebels was severely dampened.

The morale of the iron-willed army was greatly boosted.

Su Yunbai nodded.

The effect is good.

"Yuan Futong," he looked across at the other side, "do you want to continue?"

Yuan Futong's face turned ashen.

He sensed something was wrong with these three thousand soldiers.

They are definitely not ordinary troops.

But if we retreat now, the morale of the army will collapse.

"All troops, attack!" Yuan Futong gritted his teeth. "Crush them! Whoever kills Su Yunbai will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"

Thirty thousand rebel troops surged in like a tidal wave.

Su Yunbai's eyes turned cold.

"Iron-Blooded Army, form the 'Iron-Blooded Battle Formation'!"

"Follow me, charge!"

"kill--!"

Three thousand iron-blooded soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding fields.

His blood and qi surged skyward, vaguely condensing into the phantom of a blood-red battle blade in the air.

Su Yunbai took the lead.

Jiang Xiaowu followed closely behind, with the bright moon ring transforming into flowing light, protecting her on both sides.

Twenty guards, like sharp knives, plunged straight into the enemy ranks.

Three thousand against thirty thousand.

A fierce head-on confrontation!

"boom--!"

The two armies clashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

But the expected crushing defeat did not occur.

Three thousand iron-blooded soldiers formed a battle formation, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, integrating offense and defense.

Its Qi and blood are interconnected, resulting in astonishing defense.

Wherever the spear points, nothing can withstand its power.

Although the rebels were numerous, they crumbled like waves crashing against rocks.

Su Yunbai was far ahead of everyone else.

He did not use his Quasi-Saint cultivation level, but only relied on the physical strength enhanced by the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

Every punch and kick possesses the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Wherever they went, men and horses fell, and no one could withstand a single blow.

Jiang Xiaowu moved with the lightness of the wind, her Moon Ring transforming into streaks of cold light, specifically targeting enemy generals.

With her cultivation level as a celestial being, dealing with these ordinary rebels was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The twenty guards were even more ferocious, each possessing the strength of the Foundation Establishment stage. When they formed a battle formation and charged forward, they were invincible.

The battlefield became a one-sided massacre.

Yuan Futong was terrified.

"Sorcery! This is sorcery!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

But it was too late.

Su Yunbai's gaze locked onto him.

"Trying to leave?"

He raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.

The primordial energy of heaven and earth coalesced into an invisible hand, which lifted Yuan Futong and his beast into the air!

"Ah—! Let me go!" Yuan Futong struggled in terror.

Su Yunbai threw him to the ground in front of the battle formation.

"Tie him up."

"yes!"

With their commander captured, the rebel army completely collapsed and scattered in all directions.

Three thousand iron-blooded soldiers pursued the enemy for ten miles, beheading over ten thousand and capturing countless others.

A resounding victory.

……

evening.

The Northern Navy Camp.

The drill ground was piled high with captured soldiers, armor, and provisions.

Although every one of the three thousand iron-blooded soldiers was wounded, their spirits were high and their momentum was unstoppable.

Su Yunbai sat high on the command platform.

Yuan Futong was bound hand and foot and made to kneel below the stage.

"Yuan Futong, are you convinced?" Su Yunbai asked.

"I submit! I submit! Your Majesty is awe-inspiring, Special Envoy! I am utterly convinced!" Yuan Futong kowtowed repeatedly. "I beg Your Majesty to spare my life! I surrender! I am willing to serve Your Majesty like a dog or a horse!"

Su Yunbai looked at him with indifferent eyes.

Under the Eye of Truth, Yuan Futong was enveloped in a thick aura of blood and resentment, along with several obscure lines of demonic karma.

"Who is supporting you?" Su Yunbai asked directly.

Yuan Futong's expression changed, and he stammered, "N-nothing..."

"Not going to tell?" Su Yunbai raised his hand, a strand of affection appearing and trembling slightly.

"Ah—!" Yuan Futong let out a piercing scream, as if his soul had been torn apart.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! It's...it's several demon kings from Black Wind Mountain in the north! And...and a few unorthodox cultivators!"

"name."

"Black Bear King, White Fox Lady, Green Snake Gentleman... among the cultivators are the Hundred Poisons Daoist, the Yin Bone Old Demon..."

Su Yunbai noted it down.

As expected, demons and unorthodox practitioners were involved.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that there was an even more subtle and vast causal thread connecting Yuan Futong...

The aura of a saint?

Nuwa?

Su Yunbai's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Drag him away and behead him." He waved his hand.

This kind of stuff is useless to keep.

"No—! Special Envoy, spare me! Spare me!" Yuan Futong was dragged away, his screams fading into the distance.

A moment later, the severed head was presented.

Su Yunbai stood up and faced the entire army.

"A resounding victory in our first battle today."

"But this is just the beginning."

"The root cause of the Beihai rebellion is not Yuan Futong, but those evil and heretical sects."

"Order to rest for three days."

"Three days later, the troops will march on Black Wind Mountain."

"I will uproot all the evil spirits of the North Sea!"

"We will obey the special envoy's orders!" The entire army roared, their morale soaring.

[Ding! The host has achieved a great victory in the first battle, intimidating the entire army and gaining prestige.]

[Ding! The Iron-Blooded Army has shown its initial prowess, gaining practical combat experience and accelerating its growth.]

[Ding! Due to the host's actions, the situation in the North Sea has begun to shift, and a small amount of global influence has been gained.]

[Current Intimacy Level: -19925 points. (Note: Interest has been automatically deducted for today.)]

Su Yunbai returned to the main tent.

Jiang Xiaowu was preparing hot water for him.

"Young master, you've had a long day," she said softly.

Su Yunbai sat down and rubbed his temples.

"Xiao Wu, what do you think of today's battle?"

"The Iron-Blooded Army is formidable," Jiang Xiaowu said earnestly, "but Young Master is even more formidable."

"Sycophant." Su Yunbai smiled and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Xiaowu blushed slightly, but did not struggle.

[Ding! Intimate interaction with your bound Daoist partner 'Jiang Xiaowu', intimacy value +300.]

[Current intimacy level: -19625 points.]