Chapter 115 Beiyin
Chapter 115 Beiyin
As they walked up, everyone walked north at the same time. If one looked down from the southeast entrance, one could see that a steady stream of righteous disciples were climbing up the mountain from the southeast entrance like ants, heading diagonally north.
After only two days, one could see from a bird's eye view that, with Kunlun Peak as the center, a waistline appeared at the southeast entrance, east slope and west slope thirty miles below. This was the line of confrontation where the righteous followers could not advance any further.
On the east and west slopes, one hundred and fifty miles north of the southeast entrance, there is also a vertical front line. This is the front line formed by the righteous disciples to resist the reinforcements from the north. This also means that the Blood God Cult always blocks the righteous path in the south, preventing it from encircling Kunlun Peak.
Seeing this, Jian Bingru who was in charge of the camp immediately made adjustments. He reduced the number of people attacking the mountain, and only sent a small number of third-level warriors to lead the second-level warriors to continue ascending. They were hiding in the shadows and sneaking up to find the outer formation of the mountain protection formation. Their purpose was not to kill the members of the Demon Cult, but to get into the Blood God Cult and take a look at the situation inside.
A large number of Second Territory troops were sent to lead First Territory troops and continue pushing northward.
Now the Demon Cult can either shrink its defenses and rely on the mountain protection formation to protect its position and prevent the righteous from penetrating into the interior. But if it does this, the North will have to give up. However, once the righteous form a circle, there will be more options to sneak upwards, which will only force the Demon Cult to further shrink its defenses.
If we hold on to the north and don't want our retreat to be cut off, our front gate must be watched from top to bottom.
The people on the two lines are rotated every day. Once their mana is exhausted or they are injured, they will immediately return to the camp.
Several hall masters of the Blood God Cult were getting anxious. The mountain protection formation could not afford to fail. They certainly could not let the enemy in. They had no way to retreat.
But they did not dare to give up the north slope. The West Kunlun Mountains were a long ridge, and the north slope was the Blood God Cult's retreat route to the Northern Demon Cult. If it was cut off, they would be left alone. Moreover, the entrance to the underground cave leading directly to Kunlun Peak was on the north slope, and they did not dare to be discovered.
Several palace masters came to the Blood Cloud Palace together to ask for instructions on what to do next.
"Order the disciples to gradually withdraw from the northern line and defend the southern side with all their strength. Only 10 to 20 people will be left on the northern side to guard the crypt."
"But Master, with only 10 or 20 people?"
Several hall masters were puzzled.
"Don't worry, reinforcements will come from the north."
Blood God Son said calmly.
The righteous want to train soldiers, and the demon cult is not entirely fools. It would be fine on normal days, and the demons dare not go deep into the southeast. Now they have come to the north by themselves. If they take a step back, it will be their lair, and they have their own mountain as a battlefield. Why wouldn't they be willing to come?
Besides, the righteous disciples have many treasures and their bodies are fragrant. I have already promised not to take any of them. I don’t know how many demons will come to join in the fun.
"Master! The Lord of the Beiyin Hall of the Ice and Snow Palace wants to see you!"
There was a report from outside the palace.
The Blood God smiled and said, "Isn't it coming now?"
"Welcome guests!"
Not long after, after Moyun Palace was renamed, Xueyun Palace welcomed its first outsider.
This is a young man who is as fresh as the mountain breeze after the rain, handsome, with a body like a green bamboo, a hearty laugh, and words like the spring breeze.
"Congratulations, Senior, your great cause has been accomplished!"
Just before the young man came in, the blood shadow changed its shape and turned into a middle-aged man. He was wearing a loose robe, had white hair, a lotus crown on his head, two strands of dragon whiskers hanging in front of his forehead, and a blood-red vertical mark between his eyebrows.
The Blood God turned around, looked at the young man, and said with a smile,
"I dare not say that I am doing great things, I just want a place to live. For this, I still have to rely on you fellows."
The young man shook his head in admiration.
"The senior was a guest at the Ice and Snow Palace a while ago, but he destroyed West Kunlun overnight and founded a sect. He was able to make clouds and rain with a flip of his hand. You don't know that the North and South Demon Sects were in an uproar, and even overseas Taoist friends came to ask who he was."
The Blood God laughed loudly.
"What's so sacred? It's just an old and frail body. You, Beiyin, are the master of a palace at such a young age, commanding tens of thousands of demon soldiers. You are better than me, a hollow leader!"
As everyone knows, the Ice and Snow Palace is the largest sect in the Northern Frontier. Due to the vastness of the Northern Frontier, it has three branch halls. Each hall master is a figure who dominates one side and commands tens of thousands of demon soldiers. Moreover, each hall master is named after the name of the hall.
The current Beiyin Palace Master is the youngest Palace Master in history. However, there have always been rumors in the Northern Demon Sect that the current Beiyin Palace Master became the Palace Master because of his extremely handsome appearance and the favor of the Ice and Snow Palace Master.
When Blood God saw Beiyin for the first time, he did agree with the rumor. However, after dealing with him several times, he found that this young man was gloomy, never showed off his magic, and his strength was unknown. He was definitely not that simple.
Bei Yin bowed to Bei Fang and said, "It is all thanks to the Palace Master's trust that I am lucky enough to sit on the throne. I am not as powerful as you. Your magic is so powerful that even my Palace Master praises you highly!"
The two of them flattered each other for a while, and then Blood God Son got straight to the point.
"I wonder how many attendants Beiyin has on this trip?"
This is to ask how many reinforcements he brought.
Beiyin smiled and held up two fingers.
Blood God let out a sigh of relief, "Two hundred?"
Bei Yin shook his head, "Senior, how can I be so stingy when it comes to such a big event as opening up a mountain? I have specially sent two thousand demon soldiers to help you, but they are all kids of the first or second realm. I hope you won't despise them."
"Hahahaha, Beiyin, ah Beiyin, you gave me a big surprise!"
The Blood God laughed loudly. With these two thousand demon soldiers, he was not afraid even if the Immortal Sect and the Five Ghosts Sect did not send anyone. Although he was not afraid of those righteous people, he had long understood that he could not do anything to the righteous people or Emei by relying on one person alone. Therefore, West Kunlun, as his first foundation, must not be lost.
"Beiyin, I have a big favor to pay for you."
The Beiyin Palace Master smiled and handed over an ice sign that gave off a chill. "The Beiyin Palace's two thousand demon soldiers are just outside the northern slopes. You can deploy them at will."
Blood God took the sign and handed it to a subordinate behind him.
"Slowly add people to the northern line."
After giving a brief explanation, he looked back and felt even more satisfied with this young man. If he insisted on giving orders himself, he might end up making things more troublesome.
At this time, Beiyin Jianxue Shenzi took the sign and said with a smile,
"Senior, it's easy to accept the favor. You also know that the three of us hall masters will soon return to the palace for performance evaluation. When the time comes, in front of the palace master, you, the West Kunlun Blood God Sect, must stand on the side of my Beiyin Palace."
Hearing this, Blood God Son was delighted instead of angry. He laughed loudly and said, "Of course, of course!"
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The fifth day of attacking the mountain, the northern line.
"Xinzhan, go back to the camp and have a good rest!"
Feng Jihu looked at Cheng Xinzhan who had just come back from the front and was sitting on the ground drawing talismans, and felt very distressed, so he tried to persuade him. Cheng Xinzhan shook his head.
In fact, Cheng Xinzhan has never come down the mountain since the day he went up the mountain.
Even Ying Jingsong and Huo Jingyan sent messages several times to ask what was going on.
In fact, there is not much reason. Cheng Xinzhan has comprehended the most difficult visualization method among the breathing methods. He also has an inner spirit residing in his body and is consuming air all the time. The speed at which his magic power recovers is unimaginable for others. Even after using magic swords, spells or talismans for a long time, his magic power will be exhausted. At this time, he can use physical swordsmanship to kill the enemy, and when his strength is exhausted, his magic power will be restored again.
Even if he was really careless and saw the flying bone sword coming at him and was unable to dodge in time, he could cast a [曌] light spell to block everyone's sight, then in an instant he could change his bamboo body into a flesh body, withstand the sword, and then use an sleight of hand to cover the cut on his Taoist robe. In the eyes of others, it would appear that he had used the secret method of transforming his body into mysterious light and had avoided the flying sword.
Besides, he was careful and had never been seriously injured, so he really didn't need to return to the camp to rest.
After just four days of persistence, he felt that he had mastered everything he had learned in the past four years.
Just two days ago, because of his brave performance, some people on the east slope of the northern line called him "Little Zhong Kui".
On the third day, because he couldn't bear to see his fellow Taoists going back and forth to the camp to replenish their talismans, he drew talismans for everyone while he was recovering his magic power. He found a stone sheltered from the wind and began to draw talismans on the ground. The noisy sounds and chaotic aftermath of magic power on the battle front seemed to have no effect on him. The state of "true concentration" that everyone regarded as elusive was as common to him as breathing.
They had never seen anyone like this.
Even the disciples of Mount Sanqing, even close fellow student like Feng Jihu, only knew that Cheng Xinzhan was highly talented, but they had no idea that his talent was so high.
Some things don't seem difficult to do in the mountains, but they become difficult when you get outside and onto the battlefield where life and death are at stake.
However, the difference in environment has no impact on Cheng Xinzhan, and this precisely reflects the gap between Cheng Xinzhan and the genius in the mountains.
And when he announced that in order to draw talismans, one only had to bring the talisman paper and talisman ink, and he would not charge any other money, waves of cheers suddenly erupted in Dongpo, the northern line where he was, which made the people in the Demon Sect doubtful and uncertain.
Since then, the name "Cheng Yifu" has become widely known.
However, as more and more people came to ask for talismans, naturally some people recognized that this Cheng Yifu was the one who almost won the top three prizes in the last Huanzhu Louzhu sword fighting competition. So it was not surprising that some people were able to defend themselves against the enemy with both the magic sword and the body sword.
Some people also asked Cheng Xinzhan why he didn't use the flying sword to fight the enemy. Whenever he heard this, he just smiled and said nothing. Now only one dead demon had seen the flying sword hidden in the eyes, so he naturally had to use it as a trump card.
But others easily figured out the reason.
What else could it be because of?
That flying sword, which was obviously of extremely high grade, was cut off by the combined attack of the Emei swordsmen!
How can you find a replacement for such a good flying sword in such a short time?
As the saying goes, one should be grateful to those who have taken favors from him. Naturally, those who received Cheng Xinzhan's talisman would speak for him. In addition, everyone was speculating about the background of the Blood God Cult, so they naturally mocked Emei. No one dared to do so in the main camp, after all, there were Emei masters in charge, but on the northern front, everyone spoke freely.
Word of mouth spread like wildfire, and among people like Dongpo in the north, Emei's already bad reputation became even worse.
The people from Shu are concentrated on the west slope, but rumors always spread through various channels. Now the people from Emei are also trying their best to get rid of suspicion through a fierce offensive, and they also want to surpass Dongpo in the momentum of the front line.
The people of Dongpo naturally did not want to be outdone, so they also fought hard.
As the person in charge of dispatching, Jian Bingru was also a great cultivator of the fourth realm, so he naturally knew the battlefield well. So he deliberately transferred all the sects in Shu and those close to Emei to the west slope, and those from the Eastern Taoist sect or those close to the Eastern Taoist sect to the east slope. The number of enemies killed and the distance advanced on the two slopes would be reported to the camp every day, and there would be rewards for the winners. In this way, he wanted to turn the internal hostility into motivation to kill the enemy.
Cheng Xinzhan drew ten more talismans and handed them to the people waiting in line. He said seriously,
"Do your best to eliminate the demons. This is only for the sake of defending the truth, not for the sake of competition. Your own life is the most important. If you are tired, hurry back to the camp!"
Ever since Cheng Xinzhan heard that Jian Bingru in the rear camp was encouraging the two sides to compete, he would add this sentence to every talisman he handed out.
The man nodded and bowed to Cheng Xinzhan.
Feng Jihu watched from the side as Cheng Xinzhan started drawing talismans again, and he obviously had no intention of leaving. After sighing, he stuffed another "Eye-Brightening and Liver-Clearing Pill" into his mouth.
After drawing the talisman for two hours, he put away the talisman brush, picked up "Autumn Water" and stood up.
"Everyone, my magic power has been restored, and I am about to go into battle again. The old rules apply. Please give me the talisman paper and ink, write the talisman you want, and come and get it when I come back."
He said to the people in the queue behind him.
Feng Jihu couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched a group of people surrounding him. He was refining medicine to save people on the front line, and now he also worked part-time as an accountant.
Back to the front line, the east slope is very long, the terrain is complex, and the so-called north line is not a real line. Some are in the front, some are behind, and sometimes when you look around, you can only hear loud roars and magic neon lights, but you can't see where people are.
Cheng Xinzhan followed the shouting and killing sounds towards the nearest battle group. When he got closer, he saw Taoist Brothers Sun Miaoshu and Zeng Jinian were there, as well as two fellow disciples from Mount Sanqing whom he met later, and two other masters from Mount Wutai.
After so many days, it was no longer just the Sanqingshan Sect's various sects that formed teams, but even other sects had mixed together to kill the enemy.
For example, the rosary of the monks in Mount Wutai can suppress the blood light, and the thunder cultivators in Mount Sanqingshan and Mount Shuji can break the blood miasma. They are all extremely sought-after people here. As for the alchemists and medicine makers, there is no need to say more.
There were ten demons on the opposite side, but judging from their clothing and weapons, they were not of the Blood God Cult style.
They were all dressed in blue with green collars and black rippled cuffs. Their weapons were different, unlike the Blood God Cult which had a unified style.
Cheng Xinzhan joined the battle and started with a set of fire dragon talisman formation that he had mastered very well. Now, he only needed thirty-six talismans, but the power was no less than the sixty-nine talisman fire dragon formation five days ago.
The fire dragon forced back a demon who was beating a monk from Mount Wutai. He came to the monk and asked,
"Is this the person from the Ice and Snow Palace who appeared yesterday?"
Cheng Xinzhan asked.
The battlefield was changing rapidly, and the righteous people understood that the Blood God Cult also had help, but they didn't know how many had come, how long would this battle last, and how many people would be involved?
However, the rear had not yet come up with a countermeasure, so those in the front naturally just had to do their best to eliminate the demon.
The monk panted and replied, "That should be it. These people use extremely cold magic power. If you are hit, it will seep directly into the meridians and internal organs. Only the Ice and Snow Palace in the northern border has such strange magic power."
When he heard the word Yin and Han, Cheng Xinzhan's eyes lit up. There were indeed not many Yin and Han methods in the sect. The fight with Yu Qingsi from Tianzhu Mountain in Baiyujing made him realize a lot of things.
After he returned to the sect, he consulted classics and asked fellow disciples for advice, and found that the sect's methods of [Yin] were mostly about [Water], [Softness], [Marsh], [Kan], [Death], [Change], etc., but rarely talked about the extreme Yin and coldness.
He was full of fighting spirit. As the saying goes, all things are interconnected. Now that he has encountered it, how could he not learn from it?
"The star of Jingzhen, Bingding Yaoling. Fire flies thousands of miles, fire follows smoke and then disperses!"
He cast a spell, and fire came out of his mouth, transforming into dozens of fire sparrows, spewing fire and smoke, and pounced on the demons.
(End of this chapter)