Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

"Who?!"

The incense master seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the roof to the side.

In the rain, a figure was stepping across the wet, slippery roof tiles.

The person wasn't particularly fast, but each step they took was extremely steady.

His toes touched the green tiles, making only a faint sound, as if the torrential rain and slippery moss could not affect his figure at all.

After several leaps and bounds, the man had reached the top of the courtyard wall.

The next moment, he jumped down.

Just then, a pale white lightning bolt tore through the night sky.

The blinding lightning illuminated Uncle Nine's cold, square face, and also lit up the peach wood sword hilt slung diagonally behind him.

boom!

Uncle Nine landed steadily on one side of the altar.

When I stepped into the water, the surface didn't explode; instead, ripples spread outwards along the ground.

His Taoist robe fluttered in the night wind, and Taoist energy flowed slowly around him.

The cultivation level of a mid-stage Earth Master was suppressed by a large part, revealing only the tip of the iceberg.

The Dharma Master has attained perfect enlightenment!

Rumble!

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled across the depths of the clouds.

The curtain of rain between Uncle Nine and the Incense Master seemed to be cut in two by two invisible forces, creating a brief blank space.

The master's pupils contracted slightly.

The five alchemists behind him also stopped sneering at the same time and subconsciously tightened their grips on their magical artifacts.

The six people's attention was previously drawn to Lin Xuan, the Seven Corpses, the Water Mansion soldiers and the four strange infants, and they did not notice that there was a perfected mage hiding under the eaves!

The alchemists exchanged glances, and their steps, which had already quietly dispersed and were preparing to surround and kill Lin Xuan, came to a halt.

The Dharma Master has attained perfect enlightenment!

Such individuals are enough to pose a deadly threat to them.

Uncle Nine's gaze swept over the evil cultivators opposite him, taking in their attire: wide yellow Taoist robes, black talisman pouches hanging from their waists, and bronze soul lamps fueled by corpse oil...

And the aura of the five internal organs emanating from those magical artifacts.

Such distinctive features were enough for Uncle Nine to determine their origins.

Uncle Nine's eyes grew cold, and he let out a cold snort.

"I wonder who's behind these evil corpses."

"So it's your Yellow Heaven Sect."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's heart stirred.

"So that's how it is... No wonder those magical artifacts all had entries about the Yellow Sprout Technique; it turns out the mastermind behind this is the Yellow Heaven Cult!"

Lin Xuan understood.

He had heard his Ninth Uncle mention this name before; it belonged to a branch of the White Lotus Sect and specialized in internal alchemy.

Orthodox Xuanmen cultivators use the method of refining water and fire to condense "Yellow Sprout" within their bodies.

However, the Yellow Heaven Sect followed a completely evil path.

Instead of enduring the hardship of refining their own alchemical furnaces, they used living people and corpses as alchemical furnaces, regarding the flesh, souls, and vital essence of others as "great medicine," forcibly refining them into twisted yellow sprouts, which they then seized to consume themselves.

However, as Uncle Nine once said, the corpse furnaces created by the Yellow Heaven Sect are usually unable to move freely.

Whether it's the walking corpses in Beiqing River, the mother-child evil spirits at the bottom of Zhang's well, or the seven Seven Mysterious Corpses before us, they are all clearly different from the methods used by the Yellow Heaven Sect in the past.

Not only can they move, but they can also borrow strength from each other through formations, water veins, and evil entities.

This is no longer just a corpse furnace.

It seems more like someone combined the evil alchemy of the Yellow Heaven Sect with corpse control, spirit refining, and even the lewd rituals of the Water Palace.

"Is the Yellow Heaven Sect just one of the masterminds behind this, or have they developed a new method in recent years?"

Lin Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, subtly sweeping towards the area near the dry well and broken wall, where the four strange infants were still lying low.

These strange infants had bluish-black scales, very similar to the scales that the incense master had just taken out.

Could it be... that the strange infant is in cahoots with the Yellow Heaven Cult?!

Lin Xuan stared at the two groups of "people" in front of him, his thoughts churning.

When the leader of the incense hall saw that Uncle Jiu had revealed their identities, his expression suddenly changed.

"Who are you?"

How did you recognize us?

Uncle Nine slightly raised his eyelids and said calmly,

"You don't need to know this."

"All you need to know is to stand still, cripple your magical abilities, and surrender."

"Later, I might consider leaving you with a complete corpse."

The exact same words were returned to him by Uncle Nine without any change.

The incense master's face immediately turned ashen.

He could clearly tell that Uncle Nine was using the words he had just used to humiliate Lin Xuan to humiliate them in return.

Under the eaves, Wen Cai was first taken aback, then almost burst out laughing.

He quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, leaving only his eyes showing, and looked excitedly at Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng suppressed a laugh and gave him a thumbs up.

Wen Cai blinked and mouthed silently, "Master really holds a grudge."

Qiu Sheng immediately glared at him, silently replying, "That's called protecting your own!"

Wencai suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly.

When it comes to supporting the eldest brother, it has to be the master.

In the arena, the incense master's chest rose and fell slightly.

He tightened his grip on the bronze soul lamp, his knuckles turning white, and the pale yellow flame inside the lamp flickered violently.

"A mere cultivator at the peak of his cultivation dares to challenge me, the sect leader?"

He glanced around at the five alchemists behind him and saw that they had regained their positions, which put his mind at ease.

"So what if we're at the same level?"

"Do you really think our Yellow Heaven Cult is made of clay?"

The incense master held the soul lamp horizontally in front of him, the pale yellow flame reflecting an uncertain expression on his face.

"Don't you even open your eyes and see how many of us there are!"

"If they really fight, it's hard to say who will be left with a whole corpse!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine nodded seriously.

You're right.

The incense master raised an eyebrow, thinking that Uncle Nine had finally realized the difference in numbers between the two sides.

However, Uncle Nine hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"wrong."

"Comparing yourself to mud is an insult to mud."

"Even mud can be used to make bricks and statues, you are nothing but a lump of ash."

Upon hearing this, the temple master's temple throbbed with veins, and his eyes almost spit fire.

Before the incense master could speak, Uncle Nine turned to look at Lin Xuan.

"Ah Xuan".

"This monk has been perfectly handed over to his master."

"How about I let you practice on the remaining five Daoist cultivators?"

Upon hearing this, anger simultaneously surfaced on the faces of the five alchemists.

Among the five of them, the weakest was at the mid-stage of the Taoist realm, while the strongest had already reached the peak of the Taoist realm.

If the five of them were to form the Five Yin Killing Formation, they would be able to contend with a cultivator at the Mage Realm for a short period of time.

But according to Uncle Nine, they were just things he used to give his apprentices practice!

Lin Xuan naturally sensed the rapidly rising killing intent emanating from the five people.

He held up the water vein map of the Dragon King Temple, glanced calmly at the five people, and said, "Master, don't worry, leave this to me."

Uncle Nine nodded slightly.

His decision to let Lin Xuan face five alchemists alone was not a spur-of-the-moment impulse.

In the past few days, Lin Xuan's skills have far exceeded those of an ordinary mid-stage Taoist.

The five Water Palace soldiers are well-rounded in both offense and defense. The Golden-Patterned Soul-Suppressing Vine can seal magic apertures, and Little Gold has the ability to capture souls and control corpses.

In addition to the seven corpses that have been controlled by the Soul-Suppressing Vine, Lin Xuan's actual combat strength is far more than the five soldiers on the surface.

Besides, he was nearby.

Hearing the master and disciple talking as if no one else was around, the incense master could no longer suppress his anger.

"You dare discuss how to allocate opponents in front of me, the sect leader?"

"Great! Excellent!"

"I, the master of this incense, would like to see just how many lives you two, master and disciple, have!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the bronze soul lamp and poured all the evil energy in his body into it.

call!

The bronze soul lamp trembled violently, and the dense, dark red runes on the lamp wall lit up one after another. The tiny, pale yellow flame inside the lamp suddenly swelled up.

In the blink of an eye, the flames shot up more than three feet high.

The firelight shone through the rain curtain, and the surrounding raindrops were not evaporated, but instead tinged with a dim yellow hue.

The dense raindrops, like countless tiny soul flames, swept towards Uncle Nine with a chilling intent that eroded the soul.

Around the altar, the evil patterns that had been washed away by the rain lit up again.

The seven corpses simultaneously raised their heads, letting out painful roars from deep within their throats. The remaining Yellow Heaven Sect life-binding seal within their bodies was once again drawn, attempting to break through the seal of the Golden Pattern Soul-Suppressing Vine.

"Croak!"

Little Jin perched on Lin Xuan's shoulder, its cheeks bulging, and a ring of soul-capturing energy, barely visible to the naked eye, radiated outwards.

The golden-patterned Soul-Suppressing Vine that had pierced into Qi Xuan's corpse tightened, and dark gold patterns rapidly spread along the wounds, suppressing the awakened Life-Suppressing Vine once again.

"Yellow Heavenly Fire!"

The incense master changed his hand gestures.

The three-foot-long evil fire suddenly contracted, condensing into a pale yellow pillar of fire that headed straight for Uncle Nine's face!

Fetal fire can not only burn flesh and blood, but also erode the soul.

If an ordinary mage-level cultivator dared to take the blow head-on with their physical body, even if they didn't die, their three souls and seven spirits would suffer severe damage.

Uncle Nine's expression remained unchanged.

Then, he reached his right hand behind him.

Clang!

The peach wood sword was drawn from its sheath in response.

Uncle Nine didn't even form a hand seal; he simply turned his wrist and gently touched the Yellow Heavenly Flame with the tip of his peach wood sword.

Where the sword tip fell, a point of crimson light suddenly shone.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was no violent collision.

That ghastly yellow pillar of fire, powerful enough to erode a mage's soul, seemed to have had its magical aperture pierced.

The originally condensed evil fire rapidly dissipated from the tip of the sword, turning into dozens of wisps of flame in the blink of an eye, which were extinguished by the torrential rain.

A series of buzzing sounds rang out.

The hazy yellow smoke mingled with the rain and quickly disappeared.

The peach wood sword in Uncle Nine's hand was still as smooth as ever, and there wasn't even a trace of scorch on the tip.

The incense master's expression changed slightly. Although that attack was not his trump card, he had still used ninety percent of his strength.

However, his opponent easily defeated his attack with just one sword strike!

The incense master stared intently at Uncle Nine, a hint of apprehension rising in his heart.

Even among those who have reached the Perfected Stages of the Dharma Master realm, there are differences in their strength.

The thick-browed Taoist in front of him clearly had a far greater control over magical power than him!

The incense master stared intently at Uncle Nine, his earlier confidence, born from the numerical advantage, had unknowingly dissipated by more than half.

Uncle Nine twirled his sword, the peach wood sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

"This place is too small."

He glanced at the altar, the seven mysterious corpses, and the five alchemists not far away, and spoke calmly.

"Let's find another place, so as not to disturb my disciple's practice."

The incense master's face twitched violently.

Disturbing my disciple's practice?

He, the dignified leader of the Yellow Heaven Sect and a cultivator at the peak of the Dharma Master realm, was seen by the other party as nothing more than a piece of trash that needed to be moved aside and dealt with!

Despite his anger, the leader of the incense shop did not immediately lose his temper.

Uncle Nine's sword strike just now left him unable to discern the true nature of his opponent.

If they continue to fight here, he will not only have to face Uncle Nine, but also be wary of Lin Xuan's Water Mansion troops.

Conversely, as long as he lures Uncle Nine away, the five alchemists can successfully form the Five Yin Killing Formation and surround and kill Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan was only a mid-stage Daoist. Even with five Water Palace soldiers, it was impossible for him to simultaneously block five alchemists and the Five Yin Killing Formation.

Once the five alchemists kill Lin Xuan, retrieve the Water Vein Map and the Seven Mysterious Corpses, and then surround and attack Uncle Nine from behind, the situation will naturally return to their control.

Thinking of this, the incense master suppressed the anger surging in his throat.

Arrogant!

"I'll let you be smug for a little while longer."

"Once your disciple dies in the Five Yin Alchemy Formation, I'll see if you can still maintain this arrogant attitude!"

The incense master looked at Uncle Nine, a sinister smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

"Trying to get rid of me, the master, and leave your disciple a way out?"

"Unfortunately, you chose the wrong opponent."

He picked up the bronze soul lamp and walked towards a vacant wasteland outside the village.

"If you have the guts, follow me!"