Chapter 110
Chapter 110
The Hu Immortals possessed deep, ancient learning, while Yellow Immortals were known for minds that turned a hundred ways. Because of that, Hu Qingshan and Huang Zuo both sensed that something was wrong.
“The young master physician still refuses to use thunderous methods. Could there be some unspeakable difficulty behind it?”
Ever since Hua Jiunan had taught Old Sixth Hui the Baopuzi Inner Chapters, and with all the miraculous things he displayed in ordinary times besides,
the head of the Gray Immortal line had developed an almost inexplicable faith in Hua Jiunan.
“Hmph. You two are overthinking it!”
“I was born with a worthless little life, yet even I have heard humans say two things.”
“‘The highest form of warfare is to attack strategy; next is to attack alliances; next is to attack armies; the lowest is to attack cities.’ And, ‘Subdue the enemy’s troops without fighting.'”
At this point, Old Sixth Hui looked toward Hua Jiunan, who was still desperately flicking the peachwood sword in his hand, so anxious he was drenched in sweat. Old Sixth Hui’s eyes were filled with worship.
“What the young master physician is doing is aimed at the heart!”
“He wants these Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers to collapse on their own without a battle!”
After hearing Old Sixth Hui’s words, the two Immortal Spirits, Hu and Huang, sank into self-doubt.
Was that so?
It probably was!
After all, the young master physician had so many miraculous qualities. He couldn’t be judged by common sense!
They were not the only ones thinking this. Even Chang Huaiyuan was no exception.
An existence whom Lords Fan and Xie could respectfully address as “young master physician,” and who had casually granted Fengzheng to a junior of the Gray Family-how could he possibly be an ordinary man?
I only need to watch quietly and see what happens. I must not delay the young master physician’s great undertaking!
Ahem. And so, a beautiful misunderstanding came into being…
On Hua Jiunan’s side, he was swinging the sword back and forth as if he were having a fit. This made the Ghost Soldiers under him lose all morale, but it infuriated the “fierce deity” Zhang Liang.
This “General of Man” had been someone capable of summoning wind and rain back in his day.
Now he had also cultivated through secret arts for more than seventeen hundred years. How could he tolerate such provocation?
Zhang Liang shook the bloodstained Soul-Summoning Banner and began chanting the secret incantation of Taiping Dao.
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ear, yet strangely vast.
It was as if it were ringing out from every direction at once.
“Heaven is inconstant, earth is inconstant; when heaven and earth are inconstant, the hearts of men perish.”
“A man without a heart dies, yet the dead do not stiffen; fed by my blood, tasting of my flesh.”
“By the command of I, the General of Man, followers of Taiping, if you do not awaken now, then when will you wait until?!”
Another wave of shaking heaven and earth followed. Twelve enormous zombies, their bodies wreathed in black qi, crawled out from beneath the ritual altar.
Every one of them had green faces and protruding fangs, with a pair of wings growing from their backs.
Only, those wings were extremely strange. They came in all kinds of odd shapes and varieties.
It was as if someone had attached them afterward.
The Yellow Turban Strongmen surrounding the ritual altar were terribly afraid of these zombies. Some even began trembling all over.
Even Old Daoist Zhou, who had seen much and knew much, stared wide-eyed in terror.
“The Taiping Corpse-Raising Art!”
“Flying Corpses!”
Before anyone else could react, Zhang Liang pointed the Soul-Summoning Banner on the altar toward Hua Jiunan.
“Seize that man’s living soul!”
The twelve Flying Corpses did not hesitate at all. They beat the strange wings on their backs and charged straight toward Hua Jiunan.
They were not flying through the air. Instead, they ran close to the snowy ground.
Their speed was astonishingly fast, sending snow spraying up all across the sky.
The Yellow Turban Ghosts and Yellow Turban Strongmen who happened to be in front of the Flying Corpses and could not dodge in time were torn to pieces.
For a time, miserable screams rang out without end, and arms and legs flew everywhere.
Seeing danger closing in, Hua Jiunan was practically going mad with anxiety.
He swung the peachwood sword even more desperately.
“Five Thunder Shattering Firmament Righteous Method, come out! Come out! Damn it, come out already!”
The first to notice that something was wrong was Hu Fei’er.
She had been guarding Hua Jiunan’s side the entire time, so naturally she saw every change in his expression.
That look of someone so anxious he was about to cry did not resemble someone deliberately toying with the enemy in the slightest.
Thus, the beautiful fox immortal hurriedly shouted,
“Grandfather! Seniors! Hurry and help the young master physician!”
As Hu Fei’er shouted, she also moved.
First, she tried to approach Hua Jiunan, intending to take him and flee together to the side of the several spirit medium Immortal Spirits.
Unfortunately, she was immediately knocked away by the backlash of the Daoist art.
Hu Fei’er then called to Eighth Master Chang,
“Senior, hurry and carry the young master physician away!”
At this moment, Eighth Master Chang was in an even more miserable state than the monkey pinned beneath Five Finger Mountain back then.
Forget escaping-he could not even speak.
He had even begun rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth…
Helpless, Hu Fei’er cast one deep, affectionate look at Hua Jiunan. Then determination appeared on her face.
With a soft cry, she transformed into her true form: a three-tailed white fox, crystalline and pure as snow.
“Young master physician, this is where Fei’er bids you farewell. In the future, when Fei’er is no longer by your side, you must take good care of yourself!”
With those words, she threw herself without hesitation at the Flying Corpse at the very front.
Only two crystal-clear tears drifted down with the wind and fell into Hua Jiunan’s eyes.
Scalding hot. Bitter…
Hua Jiunan’s eyes nearly split with rage at what he saw, and he roared, “Fei’er, no! Come back!”
He wanted to stop her, but he simply could not move at all!
For the first time, Hua Jiunan hated himself for being too weak. He hated it so much that he gnashed his teeth.
At a critical moment like this, not only could he not protect the people at his side, he was instead making a delicate woman risk her life to protect him!
Because he clenched down with too much force, blood began seeping from every tooth in Hua Jiunan’s mouth.
“I hate this!!!”
“Beast, if you dare hurt Fei’er, I swear I will grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes, and make sure you can never reincarnate for all eternity!”
At this moment, the Flying Corpse in the lead still had not realized the seriousness of the situation.
Seeing the white fox charging toward him, a trace of greed flashed through his dried-up eyes.
The Flying Corpse stretched both arms straight out, like two blackened bronze pillars.
Its long nails stood out with particular sharpness against the white snow.
“Blood food!”