Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

Led by a few leaders, the hundred or so Daoist followers rushed into the group of Daoist followers like a gust of wind.

The leaders, each wielding a spear, charged left and right, while the Taoist priests behind them formed a battle formation, ultimately routing the hundreds of Taoist priests who fled in terror.

In an instant, the crowd of Taoists gathered at Dahuting scattered and fled.

"Uncle Twelfth!"

"These are all people misled by others; do not harm their lives!"

Zhao Xian caught sight of the newcomer, his face immediately lit up, and he shouted loudly.

Upon hearing Zhao Xian's shout, the leader also shouted loudly, "Don't take lives!"

"Do not harm anyone!"

The other Taoist priests who rushed to the front also echoed in unison.

After the crowd of people was dispersed, more than a hundred people gathered together again and protected Zhao Xian and his party in the middle.

Upon seeing the arrival of reinforcements, Liu Mao and the three officials of Dahuting all collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly.

"Ah Xian, are you alright?" Uncle Zhao Ze, elder brother Zhao Zheng, and close relatives such as father and uncles all gathered around and asked with concern.

"Dear elders, I'm fine!"

Zhao Xian immediately responded, a crimson glint flashing in his eyes as he surveyed his surroundings!

My gaze swept across the distant mound, and several neatly dressed figures came into view.

"These individuals are well-dressed and clearly not from the countryside; they must be the masterminds behind the Taoist priests' mischief!"

At this thought, Zhao Xian's anger flared, and he shouted, "Twelfth Uncle, may I borrow your mount?"

"Clang!"

With his ring-shaped sword drawn, Zhao Xian darted forward a few steps, ran to his mount, and leaped onto it!

"drive!"

The scabbard slapped the horse's body hard, and the mount immediately bolted, galloping straight towards the mound.

The mound is only a mile or two away, and you'll arrive in no time.

On the mound, Huang Liang and his two companions saw a lone rider arrive and their expressions changed drastically.

"You two, stop this rider!"

"When I return home, I will certainly speak to the head of the family on your behalf!"

After saying this, Huang Liang turned his horse around and fled.

The two knife-wielding henchmen exchanged a glance. Though filled with fear, they had no choice but to stay and defend against the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, a rider arrived with a roar.

"kill!"

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, one wielding a sword to slash at the knight, and the other swinging his sword to swat at the horse's hooves, displayed remarkable teamwork and experience.

"Hiss!"

As they approached, Zhao Xian suddenly tightened the reins.

The horse was galloping at full speed and couldn't stop for a moment. It barely managed to stop and raised its two front legs and neighed loudly, just in time to avoid the knife that was about to be slashed at the horse's hoof!

"Sizzle!"

With a chilling glint in his eyes, Zhao Xian raised his sword and cleaved the ring-shaped blade aimed at him in two. His momentum didn't diminish as he sliced ​​off half of the head of the person blocking his path. He then turned and slashed at another person blocking his way.

"Pfft!"

The blade deflected the opponent's ring sword, cleaving most of his body in two, splattering blood all over the ground.

"drive!"

The hilt of the sword struck the horse's body, and the mount reared up and gave chase again.

On horseback, Huang Liang looked back and saw his two followers die tragically under Zhao Xian's blade, and he was filled with great fear.

He was also a Qi cultivator, having reached the late stage of Qi cultivation. Upon seeing this scene, he immediately held his breath, focused his mind, and formed hand seals, intending to unleash a spell!

Unexpectedly, a loud shout came from behind: "Huang Liang!"

The roar was like thunder, startling Huang Liang so much that his liver and gall bladder felt like they were about to burst!

In his panic, the spell in his hand collapsed on its own before he could even cast it!

"Huang Liang, you scoundrel!"

Zhao Xian roared again and gave chase.

Unfortunately, Huang Liang's mount was far superior to Zhao Xian's. As Huang Liang rode further and further away, Zhao Xian became increasingly impatient.

Suddenly noticing the bow and arrows hanging on the horse's back, Zhao Xian immediately threw down his ring knife, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow.

"Pfft!"

The horse jolted on its back, an arrow was shot out, but its destination was unknown!

Zhao Xian immediately reined in his horse, drew his arrows, and fired several arrows in quick succession!

"what!"

A mournful cry came from afar, followed by a figure falling from his horse. Zhao Xian immediately spurred his horse and gave chase.

As he approached, he saw Huang Liang clutching his shoulder, staring at him with a look of terror on his face!

"Mr. Zhao, this matter has nothing to do with me!"

"It has nothing to do with us. We were just sightseeing and happened to be passing by!"

Huang Liang begged for mercy repeatedly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes: "You almost caused my death at the hands of the Daoist people!"

"How could I so easily forgive you, you dog slave!"

After saying this, Zhao Xian hung the bow and arrows on the saddle, dismounted, and grabbed Huang Liang's arm. With a "crack" sound, Huang Liang's face turned pale, cold sweat poured down his back, and he cried out in pain!

Zhao Xianfu picked up the other arm and broke it with all his might!

His arms hung limply on his shoulders; Huang Liang had fainted from the pain.

Zhao Xian untied Huang Liang's belt, tied it securely, and then fastened it to the horse's tail.

Zhao Xian mounted his horse, took the reins, and urged another strong horse forward.

Having picked up a ring-shaped knife along the way, Zhao Xian continued on his way.

Upon returning to the place where the Daoists had gathered, the Daoists of Yangpingli and the Daoists who had gathered at Dahuting were locked in a tense standoff, armed with weapons.

His uncle, cousin, and others mediated back and forth, their faces showing great anxiety.

When they saw Zhao Xian riding back, all the villagers looked up at him.

"Ah Xian!"

"Bo Zhang!"

Almost simultaneously, a dozen or so people shouted loudly.

Zhao Xian looked around at everyone, then at his uncle and cousin, and asked loudly, "Uncle, how many pigs did you slaughter today?"

"Ah Xian, we only slaughtered one fat pig today!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Xu the Butcher immediately responded loudly.

"Uncle, cousin!" Zhao Xian pulled out five gleaming low-grade spirit stones from his sleeve and tossed them to his uncle. "I'll buy all your fat pigs and treat all the Daoists to meat and soup! Now hurry back and bring that big iron pot over, and cook them all!"

The uncle caught the spirit stones, his face beaming with joy, exclaiming, "Too many! Too many! A fat pig isn't worth these spirit stones!"

"Uncle, you decide what to do. Pick a few more fat dogs, move your big iron pot here, and cook them all!" Zhao Xian shouted from his horse. "Cousin, call a few more men to help!"

My uncle's family had three sons, all of whom were butchers, but they were not reckless.

Upon hearing this, the cousin immediately responded and went forward to call over several of the most boisterous Taoist priests to help him move the meat.

At this moment, the people who had caused trouble at Dahuting were already filled with fear and lingering dread.

Just now, Zhao Ze and the others loudly announced that the matter of gathering the Dao people was to kill people in droves and exterminate entire clans!

Using these steps, the faces of the Taoist priests gathered at Dahuting softened somewhat, and a few of them left with their uncle, cousin, and others.

"Gentlemen, I am Zhao Xian, a commoner from Yangping Village, Shanghuting!"

Zhao Xian stood up and leaped onto the saddle of another sturdy horse. With a squeeze of his legs, the horse immediately moved forward, and Huang Liang, trailing behind its tail, came into view of the Daoist people.

At this moment, Huang Liang's lower body was already bloodied and mangled by the sharp sand and gravel, leaving a dark red bloodstain wherever it went.

Zhao Xian rode his sturdy horse, pulling Huang Liang along, and circled the open space between the two groups of Daoists, leaving a neat circle of bloodstains.

The Taoist priests in Yangpingli and Dahuting were all terrified by what they saw, and their spitting and cursing gradually stopped.

"Ah Xian, you've grown into a capable person!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ze, the thief seeking theft at Shanghu Pavilion, twitched his lips slightly and whispered to Zhao Zheng, Zhao Xian's father Zhao Yi, and his uncle Zhao Ren.

Upon hearing this, the three of them nodded slightly in unison.