The Taoist originally saw the ten thousand Yellow Turban battle spirits, and his hands and feet were already cold. He almost gave up the idea of fighting, but when those spirits dissipated one by one, they fell into hesitation and struggle. In the end, under the temptation of the Nine-Section Staff being within reach, they chose to make a desperate effort.

After all, their side had a numerical advantage.

In order to maintain the effect of the five hundred-person law altar, even if only the last part remained, even if this part did not require all five hundred people to be present, there were still dozens of Taoist priests facing the Tian Shi Sect. They believed that they still had a chance.

Before they even got close, they were already casting spells.

Lin Shouyi and others also held their magical instruments in their hands.

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Just as they were about to step forward, they saw Wei Yuan blocking their path with the Nine-Section Staff in his hand. Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, and when he saw Wei Yuan stepping forward with the staff in hand, he said in a calm tone:

"Leave these people to me this time..."

Lin Shouyi looked at the calm Nine-Section Staff and nodded, saying, "Be careful."

He explained, "That person is one of the top ten true cultivators of the Taoist sect, receiving ancient talismans. Like the person who previously received the title of the White Knight, he also has the title of one of the thirty-six generals from ancient times. This person chose the title of the general of the original Ji State, named Si Li."

The old man noticed the hesitation in the museum owner's expression, then nodded and walked forward.

It was as if he had heard the name of a long-lost friend, and he whispered softly:

"Si Li..."

...

The Taoist sect once ranked among the orthodox sects of Shen Zhou. Many cultivators, even those who practiced quick methods, had similar evil methods, and their martial arts were not weak. They raised their talismans and sent fire and thunder towards Wei Yuan. These spells and magical powers were unfamiliar to him, but they rushed towards him aggressively.

Wei Yuan remained unchanged.

He was too familiar with these spells.

These people were only at the stage of casting spells, but he had already recognized the types of these spells.

And while they were casting spells, Wei Yuan had already avoided the trajectory of the spells.

The so-called talisman was the language of the heart.

If the heart is not righteous and sincere, the spells cast are not truly Taoist spells. The external manifestation was that Wei Yuan approached calmly step by step, but these spells could not harm him at all.

He either slightly paused his steps to avoid the thunder, or remained calm as the wind and fire swept past him.

The more casual he was, the more panicked the Taoist cultivators became.

Their thoughts were unsettled, and their magical powers were unable to exert their full effect.

These were quick methods that did not cultivate the Tao, and at this moment, their mental problems were exposed.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, and a Taoist cultivator had exhausted his talismans. He gritted his teeth, drew a short spear, and exerted his strength, covering the blade with a layer of apricot-colored magical power, stabbing towards Wei Yuan's heart, growling low in his throat.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and directly grasped the blade three inches below.

With a slight shake, the cultivator's palm went numb, and he couldn't hold the weapon. The short spear was involuntarily lifted upwards.

Blocking the other oncoming swords.

Wei Yuan released his grip on the weapon with his right hand, and his arm and elbow struck horizontally, hitting the chest of the Taoist cultivator with full force. The cultivator's face turned pale, and he flew out, spitting out blood, and fell into a coma.

The spear naturally fell, and Wei Yuan grabbed it with his right hand. The blade made a low and deep whistling sound, and as Wei Yuan stepped forward, the spear tip suddenly thrust forward, exuding a strong sense of bloodshed. Several cultivators in front of him turned pale, their spellcasting movements frozen, and were then directly knocked away by the short spear.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, the short spear in his hand stabbing, chopping, and striking, using the techniques of the Overlord Spear, but the spear technique he displayed this time was completely different from the one he had shown before.

If we were to compare the similarity in techniques, it was not even as similar as the Overlord Spear he had previously learned.

But if both were used at the same time.

The spear technique he was using now was more real.

Because the Overlord Spear was not originally taught in the martial arts of the later generations, it was a means used for unrestrained killing on the battlefield. At this moment, he finally realized that without truly experiencing the chaos of the battlefield, without truly being in a troubled world, learning to imitate was just skin-deep.

Only after experiencing the chaos of the battlefield did the spear technique have a framework, and there was no need to follow the rules.

A tiger does not fall in one blow.The framework is there, even if the marksmanship is poor, it's like drawing a skinny tiger. It's still a fierce and evil tiger that wants to choose its prey. Where the spear points, it's as if this place has returned to the ancient battlefield. Because the techniques used by these cultivators are all from the Taiping Dao, Wei Yuan knows them like the back of his hand.

At one point, it seemed like dozens of people were rushing towards one person, but they were scattered by that one person in the opposite direction.

The Taiping Dao cultivator named Sili felt his eyes twitching.

The killing intent of the military has a restraining effect on the Dao techniques.

But where did this person's almost ancient battlefield aura come from?

In a modern battlefield that is almost information-based, how could it breed such momentum?

In a daze, he almost had a feeling that the person in front of him was not a modern cultivator at all, but had just rushed out of the Yellow Turban battlefield, the last general of the Yellow Turban army.

The spiritual power flowed, and Sili woke up.

Seeing the opponent approaching, Sili shouted lowly and shot out talismans one after another. His cultivation was orthodox, with a foundation established in a hundred days and ten years of nurturing the mind and body. His cultivation was based on the orthodox path of the Taiping Dao, but it seemed like a cruel joke from fate that the more orthodox the Taiping cultivator, the more restrained they seemed to be.

He almost felt that any of his spells and techniques were being seen through directly.

Even if he deliberately changed the rhythm of the spell, it was still the same.

Sili almost felt a sense of frustration and panic that he was being seen through and suppressed from all angles, unlike when he fought with those whose Dao was stronger than his own. When a thunder spell was ineffective again and easily avoided, hitting the ground and leaving a black mark, Sili finally couldn't stand the restlessness and quickly retreated.

Talismans floated in the air.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, and his right hand's five fingers moved in sequence, gripping the spear.

There seemed to be a familiar and distant voice in his ear.

"Little guy, you're always so weak, but it's okay. The battlefield is different from one-on-one combat. Simple movements may not be useless. Learn from me."

The man gripped the spear and crouched down.

Wei Yuan took a step forward, even though he was holding the spear with one hand, the power was still concentrated.

He lowered his eyes, and his aura paused slightly.

Then he stepped forward violently.

Raising his hand, following the heroic man's movements in his memory, the short spear pierced through history and memory, following the same trajectory, fiercely and unmatched. It was like fighting side by side across two thousand years. Young Yuan didn't understand, but Wei Yuan could see that the so-called simple movements were clearly a condensation of the blood and sweat of an old general on the battlefield of the late Han Dynasty.

The aura unique to the battlefield of cold weapons came rushing over.

Sili's face froze for a moment.

In an instant, the short spear pierced through the talisman.

Then it directly pierced his divine body. The burst of aura almost made his brain go blank. It was only the influence of his cultivation that instinctively made him deviate from the fatal blow. First, there was a numb feeling, followed by a pain that almost tore his body apart, leaving Sili's mind in a daze.

He coughed up blood and staggered back.

Wei Yuan pulled out the short spear.

With Sili's cultivation, he could have been a dominant figure in this area, and strictly speaking, he was definitely higher than Wei Yuan.

But he was, after all, a disciple of the Taiping Dao.

But this was, after all, Guangzong City.

But Wei Yuan had the nine-section staff in his hand.

After Sili coughed up blood and retreated, a talisman appeared in his hand at some point. He spat blood on the talisman, turning it into a red mist, and then three incense sticks slipped from his sleeve, which he lit and said in a low voice:

"Heaven and earth are vast, the Dao is peaceful, the gods of the Three Realms, the Five Emperors welcome, disciple Sili, following the decree of the Taiping Dao's Second Heavenly Master, summon the Yellow Turban warriors to come and protect the law, summon the Yellow Turban warriors to come and protect the true man!!!"

The Yellow Turban warrior's protective spell was one of the most common spells in this era passed down by the Taiping Dao.

Because of the influence of the Dao, or rather, the Taiping sect was originally orthodox in the Dao.

In this spell, one naturally had to pray to the founding master's true spirit before being able to mobilize the power of heaven and earth. The Yellow Turban warrior's protective spell was the most commonly used method by true cultivators of the Taiping Dao, and it had saved Sili's life many times. But this time, the prayer talisman that was supposed to soar through the heavens and earth and report to the ancestors changed.

This ancient talisman, along with the three incense sticks, without hesitation, pointed directly ahead.

Sili's expression slowly solidified, and an almost indescribable expression appeared on his face.

He stiffly raised his head and looked at the short-haired young man holding the nine-section staff, Wei Yuan. Two voices appeared in Wei Yuan's ear, one was vague and distant, and the other was clear and unmistakable, the one that Sili had just spoken, both saying, "I follow the decree of the Taiping Dao's Second Heavenly Master."Wei Yuan opened his mouth, suddenly thinking of the historical records in the Daoist scriptures, which were only briefly mentioned.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's Protective Spell.

After the chaos of the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was widely circulated without any restrictions.

The Daoist scriptures have been continuously improved throughout the ages, each with its own strengths.

After the chaos of the Yellow Turban Rebellion...

The chaos of the Yellow Turbans, afterwards.

Wei Yuan was stunned, feeling empty inside.

It seems, Teacher, I haven't disappointed you after all...

Even if, in the end, I only left behind this one spell in my lifetime.

He looked at Lin Shou, without a doubt, the Yellow Turban Warrior who had helped the latter many times did not appear this time, and even the talisman stopped burning abruptly, as if the ancestor had directly revoked the qualification of the command talisman.

Lin Shou felt absurd and horrified.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, holding the Nine-Section Staff in his hand, and pointed it in the air. Then, after a pause, he suddenly drew a stroke, and a talisman appeared in the air.

As if he heard the soft guidance of the young Daoist.

"The so-called runes are the language of the heart. Hold the Red City, and you can achieve the law."

"Dao has no fixed rules. You must remember, this talisman is for your protection..."

He held the Nine-Section Staff.

Lin Shou saw the secret text on the Nine-Section Staff moving, and saw another young Daoist behind the young man in front of him, illusory yet seemingly real, clearly starting to draw a talisman at the same time.

The young man had a slightly chubby face, with dimples when he smiled.

Both real and illusory, at the same time raising the Nine-Section Staff, Wei Yuan's voice paused, without any Daoist marks, and did not need the divine spell of the Zhengyi Daoist altar, nor did he need the gathering of the five energies of the Shenxiao Sect.

Zhang Jiao, in the beginning, only said one thing.

He said—

"Thunder, come forth!!!"

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

Accompanied by the magnificent thunder, almost everyone in Guangzong subconsciously paused their thoughts. They subconsciously looked up and saw the violent thunder falling not too far away. The Nine-Section Staff in Wei Yuan's hand was burning hot, and the secret text emitted a bright light.

It was as if this divine weapon also longed for this scene.

It was as if it had been anticipated for a thousand years.

With the remaining fire of the Yellow Turbans and the help of the Taiping Nine-Section Staff, this time the appearance of the thunder spell directly covered a considerable area, almost turning into a thunderstorm, turning the earth black. The many Taiping Daoist cultivators within the range of the spell, due to Wei Yuan's restraint, only fell into a coma, only suffering from severe or even more severe injuries, without losing their lives.

And one of the leaders of the evil Taiping Daoist, General Shili, was one of them.

When facing this spell, he did not dodge, but instead harbored the intention of seizing the heart of the Nine-Section Staff.

In the end, he was killed by the most violent thunder and fire on the spot.

Wei Yuan fell silent, holding the Nine-Section Staff and turning around. In any case, this time could be considered as cleaning up the sect.

But this was not enough. At least he had to take back the Taiping Daoist techniques, and re-establish the inheritance of the Taiping Dao, he thought, walking back, because holding the Nine-Section Staff, his own Dao was extremely compatible with this object, and he was also blessed by this place, he faintly heard the illusory sound of the Daoist altar prayer.

"...I am the General of the Heavenly Court, the current leader of the Taiping, and I am following the decree of the Taiping Dao's Second Heavenly Master..."

Wei Yuan's movements paused slightly.

He casually lowered his eyes and murmured, then lightly tapped the ground with the Nine-Section Staff in his hand, walking towards the people of the Taiping Dao. His movements were no different from anyone else's, and no one could tell what he had done, but the remnants of the vast thunderous power from earlier were still lingering, and they couldn't shake it off.

Lin Shou's eyes hid a hint of horror.

Lin Li and the others did not have the experience of the old man, but there was disbelief, envy, and admiration in their eyes as they watched this peer.

Wei Yuan held the Nine-Section Staff, but it was not yet the time for him to wield it.

Only when he re-established the tradition of his teacher, and even allowed the Taiping Sect to return to its former position of power... then he would be able to.

He Yangwen of the Shenxiao Sect watched the devastated land with a solemn and somewhat bewildered expression, as if he was beginning to doubt himself, unable to come to his senses for a long time. Lin Li then murmured, "Master Wei, you are actually skilled in thunder magic..."

Wei Yuan replied, "It's not me, it's the power of the Nine-Section Staff, the last wish left behind by the hundred thousand Yellow Turbans."

"My own power is just one of them."

Zhao Jianbai's thoughts slowly recovered, and he looked at the Nine-Section Staff in Wei Yuan's hand, unable to help but whisper, "This is the Taiping Nine-Section Staff that can rival the Dragon and Tiger Swords..."

```Lin Shou looked at Wei Yuan intently. He was an elder of the Shangqing Sect, and although the disciples didn't know, he was well aware that even treasures like the Dragon and Tiger Sword and the Shenxiao Jade Book were at a certain level of power that not just anyone could wield. It was possible to have them, but whether they could be used was another matter.

Wei Yuan handed over the Tai Ping Nine-Section Staff.

Lin Shou instinctively took a step back and raised his hands to receive the staff with great solemnity.

However, he couldn't help but think that this matter was of great importance. After returning, he would probably have to discuss it with Zheng and the others, and maybe... maybe this item from the Tai Ping Sect shouldn't be left at the Tian Shi Mansion.

And for some reason, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

Even if the Nine-Section Staff was left at the Tian Shi Mansion, with just a wave of this young man's hand, this ancient divine weapon might directly traverse mountains and seas to reach him.

The seal couldn't contain a treasure of this level.

He suppressed this thought and took the Nine-Section Staff.

He was slightly startled.

A scorching heat rose from the staff, causing a slight stinging sensation in his palm and making his body lower slightly. The staff seemed to become heavier, and Lin Shou immediately judged that it wasn't just his imagination.

The Nine-Section Staff had become heavier.

It was as if there was something inside that couldn't be perceived by the naked eye.

The staff struggled in Lin Shou's hand, and the secret runes on it flowed rapidly, almost coming to life and instinctively struggling.

Wei Yuan lightly tapped the Nine-Section Staff with his fingers and said softly, "Be quiet."

The secret runes on the staff stagnated for a moment, then obediently quieted down.

Wei Yuan looked at Lin Shou and said softly, "Thank you."

Lin Shou instinctively replied, "Master Wei, rest assured, we will take good care of it."

His voice paused, giving off a feeling of temporarily entrusting his child to a private tutor. There was a strange look in his eyes, and he knew that the trouble here would naturally be handed over to the special operations team members for responsible handover. Wei Yuan was exhausted, sitting in the car with his eyes closed to rest, and the silent disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, He Yangwen, hesitated for a long time before couldn't help but ask, "Master Wei, who are you really..."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and replied, "Yuan."

"Wei Yuan."

"Now, I'm just a museum curator, and there's a bookstore nearby. If you have time, you can go there."

"If you like flowers, my friend has very good flowers. If I introduce you, you should be able to get a discount."

His voice paused, and he thought seriously, adding, "Probably..."

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In a distant place, at the bottom of the sea, far from the human world and the city, a great battle was taking place in the transcendent world.

This was a well-known rule for cultivators, especially in Shen Zhou, that it was not allowed to affect ordinary people. The Tai Ping Sect leader, with his own strength, managed to hold back two true cultivators of the same level, stirring up the turbulent waves of the sea floor and shattering the rugged rocks.

The Tai Ping Sect cultivator was skilled in manipulating sand and stones, turning beans into soldiers, summoning wind and rain, and summoning thunder and lightning. After all, he had once been one of the Three Caves and Four Auxiliaries, and was ranked among the "Seven Departments of the Jade Latitude," making him the most orthodox true cultivator. His opponent was from the Shangqing Sect.

This time, it was related to the Nine-Section Staff, and both sides tacitly restrained each other.

The Tai Ping Sect leader's ability to turn beans into soldiers had already been almost broken by the Yin Water Thunder Method.

He showed no fear and raised a talisman.

A true Tai Ping Sect cultivator never feared being outnumbered, but when the two true cultivators on the opposite side saw his actions, they were instantly on guard. The Tai Ping Sect leader murmured the Yellow Turban Warrior's protective spell, and finally formed a seal, saying in a low voice, "I am the General of Heaven, the current leader of the Tai Ping, acting on the orders of the Second Heavenly Master of the Tai Ping Sect."

"Summon the Yellow Turban Warriors, come quickly to protect the true person, summon the Yellow Turban Warriors, come quickly to cover and protect the true person!"

The ancient talismans around him spontaneously ignited in the water.

Forming a natural altar.

This meant that at least ten Yellow Turban Warriors would be summoned.

And from the fluctuations in their magical power, their status would not be low.

The two men on the opposite side both felt a sense of retreat, but at this moment, the talismans suddenly stagnated, no longer burning, the altar collapsed, and the next moment, because this kind of powerful spell was forcibly stopped halfway, the tremendous backlash caused it to explode directly.

The tremendous magical power almost caused the sea to overturn and surge.

The Tai Ping Sect leader instantly spat out blood and half-knelt on the ground.

Then,

Accompanied by the magical trajectory that originally connected heaven and earth.

A plain and indifferent voice resounded.

"Not allowed."

???!

The Tai Ping Sect leader covered his chest, his face full of disbelief.

This was originally a place of fighting, but at this moment, it suddenly became silent.The only thing that didn't stop was the waves that were stirred up by the magic, and the plain voice gradually faded away, as if the whisper was gone.

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

Finally, after arranging everything, the car started again.

"Master Wei, what do you have in your museum?"

"Well, most of it is actually fake, and the rest is made by me."

"......I see......what a pity."

PS: The first update today......a little late~ 5600 words~

Thanks to the leader of Su Bingye, thank you very much~