Chapter 192:

Inside the dilapidated Taoist temple.

"It seems that Brother Qiao has already obtained what he wanted," Lu Yanbei smiled.

At his age, he no longer cared much about cultivation techniques and the like.

Qiao Mu’s arrival could bring some changes to Earth Sword Immortal, who had been indifferent for thirty years. In his opinion, it was a good thing.

Anyway, can it get worse than it is now?

The only thing that made him a little uneasy was that Qiao Mu gave him something he liked, "Iron Crotch Skill"?

"What’s wrong with the Iron Crotch Skill?" Earth Sword Immortal asked, feeling indignant and strong.

"The most difficult skill is the one between the legs."

"Qiao Shuangsen Big Brother is my adopted father, I wish I had met him earlier. If it wasn’t for me accidentally breaking the statue in the temple, I would have taken his hand and become sworn brothers with him."

Big Brother? Adopted father?

"Your family background seems a bit confusing…." Qiao Mu whispered to himself.

In contrast, Lu Yanbei remained calm, seemingly accustomed to the Earth Sword Immortal’s words.

The elder brother knew very well that his own younger brother, Earth Sword Immortal, may seem affectionate, but is actually a ruthless person.

Although Qiao Mu claimed that Qiao Shuangsen was his adopted father, it wasn’t just because of his impressive Iron Crotch Skill. In reality, their parents didn’t hold as much significance in Earth Sword Immortal’s heart as they did in the eyes of ordinary people.

Their father was a former Minister of Rites, a pompous and morally upright scholar. It was an accidental affair that led to the birth of the two brothers.

Their mother was a female martial artist from the martial world, but fame often brings unintended consequences. She only saw her two biological children as bargaining chips for seeking wealth and glory.

Naturally, Lu Yanbei and his brother, being illegitimate children of their father, didn’t receive any warm welcome from their father’s relatives.

With various means, the two brothers were forced to run away from home and wander around.

And Qiao Mu gave him an invincible spirit, making him strong and resilient, almost like having new parents.

After all, in the eyes of Earth Sword Immortal, so-called parents were only responsible for giving him a good body.

Therefore, Earth Sword Immortal never respected the heavens or the earth, disregarded customs and manners, and lived recklessly.

The only person he had a little respect for was his elder brother Lu Yanbei, who had been with him since they were children.

This person had extraordinary martial arts skills, so exceptional that he defeated all martial artists forty years ago, earning the title of the Immortal of the Sword.

The title of the Immortal of the Sword was not something ordinary martial artists could bear.

Even the best martial artist in the world would be presumptuous to claim to be an immortal.

After all, there are truly superior immortals in this world.

Lu Yanbei put his thoughts away and frowned, saying, "But what use is this Iron Crotch Skill that you practice?" Sёarch* The novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Is there a place in the city where you can use the Iron Crotch Skill? You better not go out and cause trouble—-"

"What are you talking about, Second Brother? How could I, an old woman in half of the city, appreciate it?" Earth Sword Immortal’s face changed suddenly, and he spoke very plainly.

"This Iron Crotch Skill is a gentleman’s martial art."

"As the saying goes, a gentleman keeps his capabilities hidden, waiting for the right opportunity to act."

"It’s not that I won’t act, but the timing is not right yet."

Hearing that Earth Sword Immortal was planning to hide his capabilities, Lu Yanbei felt relieved.

But thinking about it, maybe this is a good thing.

There is no place in the solitary city where the Iron Crotch Skill can be used.

Around the lonely city, there is a vast desert.

Even if you practice the Iron Crotch Skill, what good is it?

Lu Yanbei already knows that what Qiao Mu said about the Immortal Slaying Army is actually a lie, and there is no backup from the Great Yan Army.

Therefore, this lonely city has no hope of turning things around, it is destined to be destroyed, just a matter of time.

And with only three hundred remaining soldiers defending this city, the time of its destruction is not far away.

If there is anyone in this city who still has a chance to survive the collapse, it may only be the former martial arts leader, the Earth Sword Immortal.

If this Iron Crotch Skill can make the Earth Sword Immortal consider leaving Jiu Province, even if it’s just a tiny possibility, Lu Yanbei sees it as a good thing.

………….

To the west of the Hundred-mile Desert is the Great Dao Sect.

The mist was mysterious, with flickering rays of light appearing and disappearing like magic.

"To go to the ‘Hundred-mile Desert’ to practice magic, it will cost a hundred spirit stones?"

"I went there recently, and it only cost fifty spirit stones last time. Isn’t the price increase a bit too fast?"

Dao Shun, a disciple of Great Dao Sect, looked at the deacon in front of him with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The deacon calmly said. Don’t cause trouble.

"You know that the city in the Hundred-mile Desert has reached a critical point. Without reinforcements, its destruction is not far away."

"Once this city is destroyed, the Hundred-mile Desert will be closed off."

"Furthermore, this is not an ordinary practice. You have gained something from it. Why are you causing trouble?"

Dao Shun was speechless for a moment. Of course, he knew what the deacon was talking about.

The big formation surrounding the lonely city is not only capable of illusion techniques.

Only a little bit of dissatisfaction grew in his heart.

When he last controlled the paper man to attack the solitary city in the desert, he happened to encounter a rare outside martial artist, who seemed to be holding the "Boundary Breaking Symbol" to enter the formation.



As a result, this martial artist had impressive strength, and his trip of three hundred Paper Man Soldiers only killed thirteen old soldiers in total.

After removing half for the sect, he got a total of six soul soldiers.

Although it is difficult to quantify the value of mortal souls, the value of souls varies greatly from person to person.

The old soldiers who have persisted for forty years until now are extraordinary and cannot be compared to the initial one hundred thousand elites of the Inhuman War.

The solitary city in the desert is an extremely harsh environment, with a shortage of water and food, so no matter how much martial arts training one undergoes, the progress in martial arts cultivation will not be fast in the end.

Nevertheless, for martial artists, this desperate place is a sacred place for spiritual refining.

In the eyes of Immortal Gate, it is considered a good place for soul refining.

The Soldier Souls received a total of six, which can’t be considered too bad. But if Dao Shun were to exchange them for one hundred spirit stones, he would have to think it over carefully.

He was about to give up and leave when he heard a voice from behind.

"Is Dao Shun Junior Brother unable to afford to go to the Hundred-mile Desert?"

As he turned around, he saw a young man in a robe smiling at him, and it was Dao Zhen.

"Has Senior Brother Dao Zhen returned to the sect?"

Dao Shun nodded at the approaching person, his expression not looking too good. He thought the other person was here to mock him.

As a rare Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator, Dao Zhen may have an awkward background, but at the very least, he was a disciple of Elder Qingyi, not an ordinary sect disciple.

Dao Shun had no intention of chatting with Dao Zhen much and casually found an excuse to leave, but Dao Zhen smiled and stopped him.

"Dao Shun, I recently acquired a special technique of Taoist soldiers, which is quite amazing. I heard that you are skilled in controlling Taoist soldiers. Take a look at this technique and see if it matches your preferences, Dao Shun?"

After finishing speaking, he threw a small bag towards Dao Shun.

"I don’t have that many spirit stones…" Although Dao Shun was hesitating and didn’t want to get too involved with Dao Zhen, he already had the bag in his hand. He subconsciously scanned it with his divine sense and was immediately surprised.

Inside the bag, there was not only the technique for Taoist soldiers, but also one hundred spirit stones.

"What do you mean by this, Brother Dao Zhen?" Dao Shun asked cautiously.

"Is there something you want me to do?"

He understood the principle of no work, no reward. How could he be given a technique and one hundred spirit stones by an unfamiliar senior fellow disciple for no reason?

"I want you to return to the Solitary City in the Desert and try to kill someone," Dao Zhen said calmly.

"You should have seen that person before. His name is Qiao Shuangsen, a very old mortal. It was him who entered the desert with the ‘Boundary Breaking Symbol’ on that day."

Dao Shun was slightly startled, kill a mortal?

He noticed that the mortal’s martial arts were extraordinary, but in the end, he was just an ordinary martial artist.

Instead of immediately agreeing, he scanned the storage bag with his divine sense, searching for the jade slip containing the spell.

"Is this the art of turning beans into soldiers?" Dao Shun was curious in his heart.

His expertise lies in manipulating Taoist soldiers, mainly through the refinement of paper men.

The material for paper men is not special, just ordinary paper, sustained by the cultivation power of the cultivator.

The strength of paper men depends entirely on the strength of the cultivator’s cultivation power.

However, it is different for bean soldiers. They are created by using specially prepared spirit beans, which are transformed into bean soldiers through the art.

The higher the grade of the spirit bean itself, the stronger the resulting bean soldier.

If someone as wealthy and powerful as Dao Zhen spent a fortune to obtain a top-notch spirit bean, it might be able to catalyze a powerful Taoist soldier that is close to the strength of a cultivator himself.

From this perspective, the method of cultivating this bean soldier is actually superior to the ordinary method of making a paper man.

Dao Shun actually didn’t want to get too involved with Dao Zhen, but unfortunately, Dao Zhen was only interested in what Dao Shun was good at, which is the method of refining Taoist soldiers, and he gave him way too much…

Dao Shun’s eyes shimmered as he made a decision:

"My senior brother’s affairs are my own affairs, killing a mortal is nothing."

He didn’t ask Dao Zhen, who was an esteemed disciple, why he had a conflict with an ordinary mortal.

Since Dao Zhen personally came to ask about it, that mortal named Qiao Shuangsen must have some extraordinary qualities. Otherwise, even someone as willful as Dao Zhen wouldn’t have paid such a price to have him take action.

But it doesn’t matter.

Taking someone’s money and helping them resolve troubles, just like that.

"Wait for me to retreat for a few days, as long as I master this ‘Bean Soldiers’ technique, I will immediately go to the Hundred-mile Desert to share the worries of my senior brother."

Dao Shun said seriously.

……….

On top of the city walls of the solitary city.

Several old soldiers were guarding on the lookout tower, with a slightly livelier expression than usual, occasionally chatting.

"Elder Lao has entered the city for a month, and during this month, this solitary city has shown a prosperous state."

"Every morning, they must lecture on modern methods and recite the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ in the military camp."

"Tomorrow morning is my rest time, so when I’m free, I have to go and seek advice…"

A few old soldiers stood on the lookout tower, occasionally laughing and chatting.



Qiao Mu brought vitality and hope to this isolated city that had been trapped for forty years, causing the remaining soldiers and civilians in the city to be filled with unprecedented energy.

However, during their conversation, one of the old soldiers saw dust rising in the distance, with the sound of roaring yellow sand, shaking the ground.

His face immediately became serious, disregarding the conversation and reaching for the trumpet.

The attacks from the inhumans were erratic, sometimes frequent and sometimes scarce, like rain from the heavens.

This time they had gone through a whole month of emptiness, but now it seemed like a brief calm before the storm.