The Taiping Dao, the strongest...

Lin Li and the others, as well as the cultivators of the Taiping Dao, were all stunned. Almost simultaneously, they thought of the same possibility. It was logical to think that the person behind these evil cultivators, who had reached the strongest level of the Taiping Dao, was undoubtedly the one.

The Taiping Daoist almost instinctively asked, "Have you ever seen our Daoist leaders with your own eyes?!!"

Lin Li and He Yangwen's vigilance instantly reached its peak.

But the curator of the museum shook his head and said, "Daoist leaders? He is not worthy."

A hint of hesitation appeared on Lin Li's face.

It was as if she had fallen into silence.

But in her heart, waves were already rising as she recalled the curator's natural and confident response, as if it was unquestionable.

He is not worthy...

It was a tone that left no room for doubt.

As if saying, how could the stars compare to the sun with such calm certainty.

Who is he... Lin Li whispered silently, and after the Taiping Daoist was stunned for a moment, a wave of anger surged through him. He seemed to want to resist and angrily said, "What did you say?"

Wei Yuan pressed the barrel of his gun and calmly pulled the trigger. Usually, when he used firearms, he would mobilize the power of the Jin Yu bird to give his eyes the same precision as a hawk, but this time he didn't. With such a close distance and the strength of a cultivator, there was no need to worry about missing the shot.

Even he had no chance of missing.

Blood splattered from the person's shoulder and thigh, and he groaned in pain, falling to the ground with an instantly pale face. Soldiers made of Fu beans surrounded them, but Wei Yuan swung his Eight-Faced Han Sword with both hands, easily defeating these ordinary soldiers who were created by Daoist spells in the face of his swordsmanship.

The two Yellow Turban warriors, without their controller, had already begun to lose their remaining spirituality. They gradually dissipated and disappeared, leaving only two Fu beans that had lost their special properties, scattered by the wind. Wei Yuan felt a little regretful, but quickly regained his composure.

He raised his hand and dropped the Eight-Faced Han Sword.

A faint blue color appeared in his deep pupils.

His speed and strength were enhanced by the power of the Jin Yu bird, and in just a dozen moves, he captured several Taiping Daoists whose fighting spirit had scattered. Then he severed his connection with the power of the Jin Yu bird and quickly calmed down the surging internal energy with his own cultivation. Although he could borrow the power of the bird, there were limitations.

He couldn't use it for too long, nor could he use a level of power that exceeded his own limits.

Otherwise, there was a certain probability of being backlashed by the power and undergoing a demonic transformation.

Feathers would grow from his forehead, his pupils would turn blue, just like a demon.

While Wei Yuan was catching his breath, suddenly his heart skipped a beat and his hair stood on end.

Suddenly...

A violent gust of wind suddenly rose up. This sudden storm covered a large area, directly enveloping everyone nearby, even those further away. The sky and earth became dark, and Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly. The Eight-Faced Han Sword in his hand rang out, nailing into the ground to stabilize himself.

In his mind, a secret technique from the Taiping Dao appeared, the Flying Sand and Walking Stones, ranked among the Thirty-Six Divine Techniques of the Tian Gang. The person who came was obviously from the Taiping Dao, and his cultivation was not low...

Under this tornado-like storm, everyone was unable to move freely.

They each found a way to stabilize themselves and avoid the violent wind.

A black figure flew over from a distance. It was a middle-aged Daoist with a pale complexion, obviously injured, but his movements were still swift. He instantly arrived at the scene, taking advantage of the violent wind to directly summon the metal box that sealed Zhang Jiao's Nine-Section Staff, holding it in his hand, and then disregarding the Taiping Dao disciples around him, he controlled the wind and quickly ran away.

Wei Yuan's face darkened. It seemed that the battle between the elders of both sides had given the Taiping Dao the advantage at all costs. He noticed that the person's aura was unstable. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, he drew out his Eight-Faced Han Sword. Originally, it was a buttoned-up garment, but the opening was blown open, and the hem of his clothes fluttered. The sword box on his back faintly hummed.

Then his pupils turned blue and he suddenly swung his sword downward.

The storm suddenly dispersed as it approached Wei Yuan.

Only the hem of his clothes fluttered backward.

He leaned forward slightly, taking advantage of this opportunity to quickly approach. Just at this moment, a phantom figure suddenly appeared on the narrow road ahead. Unlike the previous Yellow Turban warriors, this figure was wearing old and tattered armor, looking disheveled.

But he also wore a yellow turban on his arm. His expression was fierce, and he had many wounds with arrows stuck in them, but he still stood steadily in front of Wei Yuan. He swung his weapon and his eyes turned red as he angrily shouted, "Stop!!!"

With this shout, the battlefield instantly became filled with a fierce and bloody atmosphere, rushing towards them.

He Yangwen's face turned pale.

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His heart was pounding wildly.

The Five Thunder Qi he had accumulated was actually dispersed by this shout.

Wei Yuan had read quite a few books after all, and he knew that this was probably a remnant soul, a presence similar to an obsession, but not a ghost.Ghosts are the embodiment of lingering attachments. This type of attachment refers to those who have died without any regrets or resentment, but their strong and burning desires remain in this world, without any self-will, only knowing to fulfill the remaining goals of their attachments.

This is Guangzong, where the Yellow Turban Army once fought a great battle.

However, no one expected that the Taoist cultivators of the Taiping Sect would have such means.

Wei Yuan saw the Taoist with a nine-section staff getting farther and farther away. He flicked his sword, tearing off a piece of the Taoist's sleeve. Wei Yuan tied the yellow cloth to his head and continued to rush forward without looking back.

Lin Li and the others were stunned, finding it absurd.

This is a battle spirit attachment, hindered by Taoist arts.

It's so simple to deceive them...

Wei Yuan, wearing a yellow headband, directly passed through the fierce Yellow Turban warrior's lingering soul. As he ran past, the warrior made a fierce swing with his left hand, causing Wei Yuan's heart to skip a beat. However, the warrior only grabbed the yellow cloth on his head without harming him.

The others saw Wei Yuan evading the Yellow Turban warrior, whom the Taiping Sect considered a hidden threat, using the Yu Step. He then stepped on the wind and rushed forward with his sword, without looking back.

Lin Li, He Yangwen, and Zhao Jianbo were stunned.

Can it be done like this?!

Zhao Jianbo, a calm and stern man in his thirties, was dumbfounded. He also tore off a yellow cloth from the Taoist and tied it to his forehead. Then, he closed his breath and cautiously approached. However, when he was within seven steps, a surge of killing intent suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Yellow Turban warrior.

Zhao Jianbo's face changed, and a chill rose in his heart.

Almost instinctively, he rolled backward and evaded, but at that moment, the warrior's blade came down heavily.

It was as if an ancient battlefield had returned to the earth.

With just one slash, it contained a resolute killing intent that could only be understood by those who had experienced cruel battles. It heavily impacted Zhao Jianbo's soul, making his face pale and his hand tremble uncontrollably, unable to stabilize his mind.

If he had reacted a little slower, he might have been killed on the spot.

It was only after a few breaths that he regained his senses, his face pale and filled with fear. Then, he couldn't help but wonder why the same method worked for the museum owner but not for himself. He almost lost his life under the warrior's blade...

The Yellow Turban warrior, with a simple and fierce appearance, held his sword firmly and stood solemnly.

The heavy aura seemed to have thousands of troops and horses, resolute and uncompromising, not allowing anyone to pass.

.................

The Feathered Wing Bird Demon had a natural ability to control the wind.

With the support of this wind-based demonic power, Wei Yuan's speed continued to increase.

The middle-aged Taoist had already been injured before. Although he successfully seized the opportunity at all costs, it was not easy to deal with Wei Yuan, who practiced the Zhengyi Taoist arts. His foundation was damaged, and in no time, he was caught up by Wei Yuan. The Taoist's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth, once again using the "Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers" technique.

His intention was to stop Wei Yuan.

However, this time, the soldiers that appeared were accompanied by a chilling aura.

They didn't seem like orthodox Taoist cultivators, but rather like creatures created by sacrificing living souls, with a hint of sinister and unorthodox techniques.

At the same time, the Taoist's aura suddenly weakened. His movements didn't stop as he opened a metal box in his hand and took out the nine-section staff. Then, he took out another part of the staff from a long box behind him. A trace of crimson appeared on the pale face of the Taoist.

Wei Yuan wielded his sword and killed the Yin soldiers.

These inferior Yin soldiers were no match for him.

However, even though the "Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers" technique was cultivated through unorthodox means, it possessed the most basic characteristic of this Taoist art: outnumbering the enemy. Even if their individual cultivation was insufficient, their large numbers made up for it. During the time Wei Yuan rapidly approached the Taoist, the Taoist had already brought the two parts of the nine-section staff together.

Wei Yuan finally understood the Taiping Sect's plan.

They were not fools. They had seen through the Yellow Turban Army's plan to ambush the Zhengyi Taoist cultivators from behind, knowing it was a trap. However, they still resolutely jumped in and intercepted the senior members of the Taoist sect, intending to forcefully swallow this bait.

But now, it seemed that the Zhengyi Taoist sect had underestimated the determination of the Taiping Sect to obtain the nine-section staff.Just as the thought arose in Wei Yuan's mind, the crimson color on the middle-aged Taoist's face faded away. The two broken sections of the Nine-section Staff in his hand could not be healed. The Taoist looked at the Nine-section Staff that he had snatched from the Wei Ming Sect, his face turned iron blue, and suddenly shouted in anger, smashing the Nine-section Staff heavily on the ground.

The Nine-section Staff that had been transported all the way suddenly shattered into pieces.

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Is it fake?!!

But it was real when it was delivered to the Wei Ming Sect... Was it fake when I left the mountain, or was it lost when I took the high-speed rail? The metal box was not meant to conceal the aura, but to prevent it from being seen as fake?

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, unable to speak.

So, the old Taoists from the Zhengyi Sect had long seen through the middle-aged Taoist's desperate fight, so they decided to switch the real Nine-section Staff with a fake one? No... it was an empty glove with a white wolf.

They made a big sacrifice for the Daoist Association, but ended up with a fake.

Wei Yuan felt that if it were him, he would have the heart to kill...

He thought of those kind and polite old Taoists, and sighed with emotion.

They are all fox spirits.

However, since the other half of the Nine-section Staff is also here, Wei Yuan has no intention of letting it go. He gathered his mind, swung his sword in his hand, stepped forward step by step, condensed his aura, and crushed the Yin soldiers one by one. The middle-aged Taoist had already depleted his source of power earlier and forcibly used the technique of creating soldiers from beans. His aura was extremely weak at the moment, with a color of despair in his eyes.

Seeing the shattered Nine-section Staff, he suddenly burst into mad laughter.

"Good, good, good..."

"What a great plan!"

"I have realized it today, but at least I will take your young disciples with me."

He raised his hand and suddenly took out an ancient yellow talisman.

There were crooked and twisted patterns on it.

As if there was a deep thunderous roar exploding.

This was an ancient talisman.

Wei Yuan looked at the talisman and was startled, then his pupils slightly contracted.

The drowsy feeling from before appeared again, and scenes quickly flashed before his eyes...

...............

"This is a Thunder Talisman..."

The young Taoist smiled, but his face was no longer as calm and excited as when he first came down the mountain. Instead, it carried a kind of solemnity that others, even his brothers, could not understand. There were no dimples on his cheeks anymore, and he rarely smiled sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

He couldn't laugh.

He pointed to the table.

"You guys draw it like this, Bai Qi and A Yan, you take care of these junior disciples."

Among the many disciples adopted by the young Taoist, two young men stood up.

He had many disciples, a lot more than his initial dream, but the reason for taking in disciples was no longer to pass on the teachings. It was just because if he didn't take care of them, these people would starve to death somewhere. So he walked all the way, just wanting to save people, but more and more people followed him.

Among the many disciples, there was a pale-faced and weak child who kept coughing.

Because of his weak body, the talismans he drew were somewhat distorted. His face was red, and he wanted to crumple the talisman, but the young Taoist stopped his actions. The child coughed and said:

"Great wise teacher, this talisman is not drawn well..."

The young Taoist rarely smiled, and he said, "No, it's drawn well. Someone said that talismans are a way to communicate with ghosts and gods, and that's true. But where would the ghosts and gods understand the words of mortals? Besides, whose talisman did the original person imitate?"

"The so-called runes are the language of the heart. As long as you uphold the principles of Chicheng, you can make it work."

He reached out and brushed over the obviously ineffective talisman.

Then the twisted patterns on the talisman lit up.

The young Taoist reached out and patted the child's head:

"There are no fixed rules in the Dao. Remember, keep this talisman to protect yourself..."

...............

The scenes quickly passed by and quickly dissipated. Wei Yuan's footsteps paused, his thoughts confused, and he almost got hit by a Yin soldier. It was his instinct to raise his hand and use his sword to defeat the Yin soldier, avoiding the disaster.

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist had already started chanting a spell.

The ancient spells of the ancient Taiping Taoist sect were different from the modern Tian Shi Taoist sect's talismans.

They had accompanying Daoist seals.

Thunder roared around, and there were crackling sounds in the air. Lin Li and the others, who were in a sorry state, hurriedly arrived. It was unknown how they managed to barely pass through the blockade of the Yellow Turban Battle Spirits.

As soon as they arrived, they saw the ancient talisman being activated, and their faces changed drastically.

Subconsciously retreating, He Yangwen from the Shenxiao Sect saw that Wei Yuan still wanted to move forward and instinctively shouted:

"Come back!"

"This is not the modern Five Thunder Method, this is an ancient talisman used in ancient battlefields!"

"It specifically restrains the evil aura of the military, and it will cover a large area. You can't avoid it!"

Seeing that the thunder was almost forming a ball, Wei Yuan still stepped forward. He reached out his hand and, when the middle-aged Taoist was chanting the spell, he skillfully and unfamiliarly used one hand to touch the other side of the yellow talisman.

The aura of thunder suddenly became quiet.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly looked up, unable to believe it. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly started to chant the spell to detonate the sealed talisman. At the same time, Wei Yuan also started to chant the spell, using the opposite method of the Taiping Taoist sect to suppress the movement of the talisman. He was one step faster and successfully suppressed the movement of the talisman.

The middle-aged Taoist was already barely holding on to his life force.At this moment, he gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and spat out his vital essence, intending to activate the talisman with his blood.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to the yellow talisman.

Dipping it in his vital essence, he added two more strokes.

The yellow talisman became completely still.

He raised his hand, and the yellow talisman slowly flew into his hand. Lin Li and the other two were stunned, while the middle-aged Daoist retreated step by step, disbelievingly looking at the young man in front of him, his black robe slightly fluttering, the sword case and the qin box on his back, his eyes wide open.

He wanted to make another move, but because he had forcefully used his life force to cast the curse, his life force was rapidly dissipating, fresh blood flowing from his mouth, he murmured resentfully.

"Why didn't it work..."

"Why!"

Wei Yuan put away the talisman and replied:

"This talisman..."

"I drew it."

The middle-aged Daoist's pupils contracted, looking at the patterns on the yellow talisman, some twisted, some firm, but strangely harmonious, as if they were the handwriting of the same person at different times, a naive child, a strong youth, spanning thousands of years, reconnected.

Zing--

As the Daoist gradually dimmed, his eyes indescribable, he lost his life force and died. The nine-section staff slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Wei Yuan closed his eyes, not immediately reaching for the nine-section staff in this situation. He turned his head and saw the three stunned people behind him, his expression calm, he asked:

"Where will this nine-section staff be placed?"

The three subconsciously replied: "It will be sent to the Heavenly Master's Mansion after being repaired in the capital."

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, turned around, and put the sword back into the scabbard.

"Well, at that time, I would like to take a look, is that okay?"

Zhao Jianbai instinctively straightened his body and subconsciously replied:

"...Yes!"

The young-looking museum owner nodded, carrying the qin box and sword case, seemingly ignoring the Taiping Daoist who had knelt down behind him, ignoring the nine-section staff that was stuck in the ground. He walked over the scorched ground due to the aftermath of the thunder, passed the three Daoists, and gently said:

"Well then, thank you for your trouble."

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