With the thunderous lightning, the Taoist cultivators of the Taiping Sect all attacked together.

The members of the Weiming Sect had already prepared to lure them into action. In the short confrontation, the Taiping Sect cultivators were unable to gain the upper hand. Wei Yuan stepped out of the car with his sword and saw that the people around him had already started fighting.

The Weiming Sect was a branch of the Zhengyi Sect, capable of sealing spells in talismans during their daily rituals.

With adequate preparation, they were opponents that no cultivator wanted to face.

For example, the talismans in front of them were like free gifts, thrown out one after another.

Forbidden Qi, Thunder Spells, and even Exorcism Techniques.

Hardly any other talismans could compare to the comprehensive level of the Zhengyi Sect.

Several Weiming Sect disciples had talismans swirling around them, transforming into streaks of light flying out.

Under the influence of these talismans, even those with powerful strength would become weak and feeble due to their internal energy being locked and Yin energy entangling their bodies. For those with profound knowledge of spells, if they did not follow the righteous path, they could even make martial arts experts from the Wu Clan fall to the ground and be crushed to death by their own weight.

He Yangwen stepped forward with an indifferent expression, his right hand slightly opened, pressing on the chest of a man.

A muffled explosion.

The man's face turned pale as he was struck by the palm of thunder and sent flying.

If the Heavenly Thunder Law was not performed in a ritual altar, one would have to accumulate the Five Qi in advance and transform them into Five Thunders. A palm strike would then be the Palm Thunder Law. Therefore, besides sword techniques and talismans, the Zhengyi Sect also had unique palm techniques. It seemed that He Yangwen specialized in the Inner Dan Palm Technique and was extremely skilled in the Palm Thunder Law.

The Thunder Law was upright.

Under a single palm strike, ordinary ghosts and demons would inevitably disperse.

Even evil cultivators would be greatly restrained when facing the Thunder Law.

Wei Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly, his grip on the sword unchanged, still calm and composed, protecting the vehicle with the nine-section staff beside it.

Since the Taiping Sect knew it was a trap, it was natural that they wouldn't have only these means.

Sure enough, after a brief exchange, a Taiping Sect member suddenly pushed aside a Weiming Sect cultivator and rushed towards the vehicle with the nine-section staff, moving as fast as lightning. Lin Li hesitated for a moment, glanced at Wei Yuan, placed the metal box on the seat, and then leaped out to engage with that person.

As soon as she made a move, she revealed her profound cultivation. She was even three times stronger than He Yangwen.

The Shangqing Sect's Maoshan Law was once a sect with the potential to become the leader of the Daoist world.

She displayed her swordsmanship with a peach wood sword, supplemented by thunder techniques. After a few exchanges, Lin Li performed the Yu Step, raised her hand to take out a talisman, and with a solemn expression, she shouted, "Heavenly purity, earth spirit, soldiers follow orders, soldiers follow the seal, I follow the decree of the Maoshan Sect's Law Master, urgently summon the divine soldiers!"

A jade pendant on her waist lit up, and a gloomy Yin wind emerged from the ground, but it also had a noble and righteous meaning.

But with a sound of drums, like thunder, a group of soldiers and horses emerged from the Yin wind, led by a general riding a warhorse, charging towards the Taiping Sect members ahead with a majestic momentum.

This was the authentic way of raising soldiers and horses.

Completely different from the evil way of raising soldiers and horses before, it was the foundation of a sect.

Lin Li had a special mission this time, which allowed her to mobilize soldiers and horses. This method was also modeled after the Heavenly Court's soldiers and horses. The previous true cultivator used his own cultivation to raise these Yin generals. After his death, it could be considered leaving a reliance for the sect.

If a sect's true cultivators all followed the righteous path in raising soldiers and horses, these Yin soldiers and divine generals would become stronger.

Enough to serve as the foundation of a sect.

The Taiping Sect was retreating in defeat, but just as they were about to be captured and sealed by spells, the minds of the cultivators relaxed slightly. Suddenly, one of the Taiping Sect members took out a golden bean and threw it forcefully. The other Taiping Sect cultivators did the same, and in an instant, the atmosphere was filled with the aura of war.

Wei Yuan's eyes flickered.

Beans turned into soldiers.

In an instant, ancient armored soldiers wearing yellow turbans appeared in this place. Everyone knew that the Taiping Sect was no longer what it used to be, let alone the fact that they had turned the Taiping techniques into an evil path due to their pursuit of quick success. They couldn't possibly possess such divine abilities to display the technique of beans turning into soldiers.

These were obviously the talismanic beans left behind by the predecessors, which were now being thrown by these reckless Taoist cultivators.

Suddenly, the sky in the distance darkened, and the sound of low thunder echoed continuously. Lightning illuminated the sky, followed by faint cries of killing and strong winds. The cultivators immediately deduced that the senior members of the sect who were supposed to come to their aid had probably been blocked by the Taiping Sect's experts at all costs.

Wei Yuan instantly understood the intentions of the Taiping Sect. The importance of the nine-section staff didn't need to be mentioned. The Taiping Sect's resources were not abundant at the moment, so they were gambling with their ancestral heritage this time. If they won, they would bring glory to their sect. If they lost, there was no need for everyone to line up to ascend to the heavenly platform. They would be finished on the spot.

Among the Taiping Sect members near this place, the one who displayed the technique of beans turning into soldiers was particularly powerful.

Two of them even emitted the aura of Yellow Turban Warriors.

One held a spear, the other held a knife.

They shouted angrily, and their weapons seemed to be stained with boundless blood.

The Yin soldiers and divine generals of the Shangqing Sect were no match for the Yellow Turban Warriors who had appeared in countless legends, especially since they were summoned by Lin Li. After a few exchanges, one of them beheaded a Yin general with a fierce and brave appearance with a single slash of his hand, or pierced another one's throat with a long spear.

Lin Li was caught off guard and was outnumbered. She was actually forced back by them. The Taiping Sect member's face was filled with joy as he crouched down and rushed towards the spacious vehicle. This time, in order to obtain the nine-section staff, they were willing to go all out. These two talismanic beans were refined by ancient Taiping Sect experts and were said to be able to summon the Yellow Turban Warriors that were once transformed by great generals of the Taiping Sect.

One was named Wulu, the other was named Baijue.

Both were among the seventy generals.

And they were from Zhang Jiao's faction, the Jizhou faction that had followed him, not the bandits who took advantage of the chaos and claimed the name of the Yellow Turbans.

Although it was impossible for them to possess the true strength of the divine era.

And after years of passing, the spiritual nature of the talismanic beans had also been constantly diminishing. But in this situation, it was enough.He saw a young man standing nearby. When Wei Yuan stepped forward with his sword, the young man didn't seem to care. He let the two Yellow Turban warriors, dressed as generals, attack while he reached for the metal box. Lin Li's face changed slightly when he saw the Taoist monks from the Taiping Path raising their hands to summon a thunderbolt, aiming directly at Wei Yuan's back. He cried out in alarm:

"Master Wei, be careful!"

Wei Yuan raised his hand, ready to parry the two blood-stained weapons with his Eight-Sided Han Sword. His pupils turned a pale blue as he summoned the power of the Brocade Feather Bird, his speed and strength skyrocketing. He raised his hand to block.

Then, he suddenly sensed something amiss.

He paused slightly.

The Yellow Turban warriors, transformed from residual Taoist power, suddenly shifted their weapons.

They seemed to instinctively avoid Wei Yuan's vital points.

It was as if they were experienced in combat.

It was an instinct from their previous lives.

Their weapons then brushed past both sides of his shoulders, crossing behind him.

A loud explosion!

Lin Li looked up anxiously, his face slowly freezing.

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.

The young man with black hair and black clothes, carrying a sword case on his back, looked calm. The two Yellow Turban warriors had slashed past him on either side, shattering the thunderbolt that was originally aimed at Wei Yuan. Their energy dispersed, entwined with lightning, causing the robes of the two Yellow Turban warriors to flutter slightly, as if they were protecting the law.

Then they naturally changed their positions, one on the left and one on the right, their weapons blocking the front and back.

Wei Yuan's thoughts were stagnant, he had some guesses about the reason for this situation.

Then he turned his attention to the Taoist from the Taiping Path, who had both a sword and a spear in his hands.

At this distance, he instinctively raised his left hand gun.

The Taoist from the Taiping Path was about to grab the metal box, but suddenly felt a chill at his brow. With a click, a gun was pointed at his brow. He looked up stiffly to see that his two ancient Yellow Turban warriors had not hurt the young man, but had instead blocked the attack for him.

From this hidden angle, he saw a mixture of surprise, forgetfulness, and melancholy on the young man's face.

The Taoist's face froze.

He couldn't believe that the divine generals he had summoned with his divine power had actually joined the opposing camp.

Not only did they not attack, but they also defended for the other side.

He opened his mouth, covertly assessing the situation, and suddenly asked:

"Are you also a member of my Taiping Path?!"

The faces of Lin Li and the others changed slightly, showing caution and astonishment. Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, recovering from the melancholy of seeing the Yellow Turban warriors naturally protecting the law. He just mocked himself, saying that his past must have been related to Zhang Jiao's Yellow Turban in Jizhou, and that he was absolutely weak on the battlefield, the kind that needed protection.

Then he realized that this Taoist from the Taiping Path was trying to sow discord. This was a simple rhetoric, but it was irrefutable under the circumstances of the Yellow Turban warriors naturally avoiding the attack. So Wei Yuan held his sword diagonally in his hand, his voice calm:

"You can hardly be considered the Taiping Path."

"As for the Taiping Essentials, after all, my family has opened a museum, I know a little about everything, but I can't say I'm proficient..."

His voice paused, thinking of the young Taoist with two dimples when he smiled in his distant memory.

His face softened, and he replied:

"I just once met the strongest Taoist in the world who practiced the Taiping Path."

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