Everyone gathered at the walls of the stronghold, ready to fight to the death with their enemies.
The old woman bowed and coughed. She then said, "Young Chieftain, you haven't paid your respects to the Chieftain's tomb last night. Please forgive me for not paying my respects last night."
"That's a small matter. What's the situation now?" Pei Zi Yun's expression was solemn. He had been afraid of himself just now. But looking at the situation now, he realized that he was old and weak.
Even with his martial arts, he could still use his sword skills to kill tens of people. But if it were more than a hundred people, his Dao Arts would not be of much use. If it were more than a thousand people, it would be difficult for him to defend himself.
These injured soldiers would not be able to do much.
The old woman listened to Pei Zi Yun's words and led the way. She then explained in detail, "Young Chieftain, we were patrolling the area when we noticed something amiss. We then locked the city gates and found out that a few bandits were attacking."
As they spoke, the few of them arrived at the top of the stronghold. Pei Zi Yun looked out at the stronghold. At this point, the stars were shining brightly. The first thing he saw was a black river in the distance. He knew that this river was more than two thousand kilometers long, and the water was turbulent. Closer to the river was a beach filled with pebbles. Nearer to the beach was a mountainous region. Nearer to the beach was a dense group of mountain warriors. They had black cloth wrapped around their heads and black sheepskin jackets.
They were all dressed in black and were wearing tight black sheepskin jackets. Their legs were tied up and they wore fast shoes. All of them held torches in their hands. Amongst the warriors outside the stronghold, there was an old woman dressed in black robes. A crow perched on her shoulder and she held a scepter in her hands.
The three of them had just arrived at the top of the stronghold when the Priestess said something. She then pointed her scepter at the stronghold. The mountain warriors around her waved their blades and started shouting.
The crowd parted as some of them took out ladders and shields. One of them, who was obviously the leader of the warriors, shouted towards the stronghold, "All of you should surrender. You cannot escape. We have thousands of men behind us. Why do you have to risk your lives for a dead man? We don't know where he came from."
"The High Priest has been dead for so many years. He will not return." The leader of the warriors had a look of disdain and hatred on his face as he shouted towards the stronghold.
Hearing these words, He Qing Qing didn't say anything. The old woman beside her stepped forward and shouted, "You traitors, have you forgotten about the Chieftain's might? Today, you have attacked the stronghold. In the future, you will all be punished by the Lord. "
"And you, Lizhu. Back then, His Lord doted on you so much, but you betrayed His Lord and Young Lord."
Hearing this, the old woman in the black robe sneered a few times. "Love? Was it you who killed my father and brother, and took away the favor of my stronghold? "
"I've waited day and night for his death. I've waited until today to kill his successor."
"I've waited for many years. I want to destroy all of his hopes. That's why I'm here today. I can't wait any longer."
"After killing all of you, I'll grind his bones to dust and make him suffer the curse of the Ancestor God."
At the end of her speech, the black-robed old woman's voice became hoarse, and her expression became crazed. She coughed continuously, and someone hurriedly supported her away, replacing her with the leader of the warriors.
"Haha, the High Priestess is dead. She can no longer live. You can no longer control all the poisonous snakes and parasites on Snake Mountain. If your Young Master had the power of the High Priestess, we would have retreated long ago.
"Now that the poisonous snakes and parasites have yet to attack, you can't control them. Since you don't want to surrender, you can die!" The warrior's face was filled with a smile, and his tone was filled with disdain and hatred. He then shouted, "My sons, who doesn't have a blood feud with the High Priestess? Kill! Kill every single one of them."
The mountain people below let out a battle cry and pounced forward.
He Qing Qing looked at the incoming crowd, her eyes filled with anger and sorrow. However, she did not stop moving. She then commanded, "Prepare some rocks for me, and boil the dung."
Pei Zi Yun followed the young lady's instructions and looked towards the stronghold. He noticed that the stronghold was filled with rocks. On both sides of the stronghold, there were two huge cauldrons that were boiling something.
"Boom!" Following which, the sounds of footsteps could be heard. Three simple and crude ladders could be seen approaching the stronghold. The old woman then ordered, "Nightmare Stones!"
Several women anxiously moved the Nightmare Stones and placed them on the walls. The strong men did not move. They were conserving their strength, and were prepared for a more intense fight.
"Release!" Dozens of Nightmare Stones were thrown down from the stronghold, and landed heavily on the ground. Screams could be heard from below.
The old woman then shouted, "Golden Liquid!"
Another two women carried a huge cauldron, which was filled with boiling dung. The stench was so strong that it reached the heavens. They poured the contents of the cauldron onto the ground.
The stench permeated the air, and screams could be heard. Several of the villagers were drenched in the feces as they screamed and fell to the ground. Even though some of them were wearing leather armor, they were still smoking. Even their bones were exposed.
These people were drenched in the feces. Not only were they scalded, the feces had also corroded their wounds. It was definitely a serious infection. Unless they used Dao arts, there was no way they could survive.
The stench permeated the air, along with the screams of pain, caused everyone to vomit. Especially the enemies, their faces were filled with fear.
"It's obvious that they learned this from the Central Plains."
"The stronghold was prepared for this. But with so few people, we won't be able to hold them off."
The young lady and the old woman commanded. Although there were not many people, the stones and feces were still falling down. The people who were attacking the stronghold were all stopped. However, these were all expendable resources.
An old woman stood by the side, trying her best to throw a rock down. She was sweating profusely. Pei Zi Yun paused, "Do you have any bows and arrows? I will defend the city.
Although he wasn't an expert in archery, with his martial arts, he could definitely kill one person with a single arrow.
He Qing Qing looked at the busy crowd and paused for some time before saying, "We have bows and arrows. But even with Young Chieftain's help, I'm afraid we won't be able to defend the stronghold."
"This is the map of the back of the mountain, as well as the flute. We have too many people, and are unable to pass through the Snake Mountain. I implore Young Chieftain to leave on your own. With Young Chieftain's martial arts, these rebels will not be able to stop you."
"That's true. Young Chieftain can leave at night, and we will defend from behind. As long as Young Chieftain lives, even if we die, it would be worth it." When the old woman heard this, she turned around and smiled, revealing a few missing teeth, "But Qing Qing, you have to follow me. Our Lumen Army will defend from behind."
"Chieftain has many secrets, and requires Qing Qing to reveal them to Young Chieftain."
"This old woman has lived for too long, it's time for me to meet the Chieftain."
The sounds of killing grew louder and louder. Pei Zi Yun gripped his scepter in his hands, his expression was gloomy. Perhaps there was a way to control the venomous snakes. After thinking for some time, he then said, "You guys guard the stronghold. Give me half a night, and I will think of a way."
"Qing Qing, bring me to my room." Pei Zi Yun spoke slowly. Although they were in the middle of a battle, and the sounds of killing could be heard everywhere, he was still calm and collected.
He Qing Qing paused, before regaining her composure. She didn't ask why and replied, "Yes!"
Pei Zi Yun then led her back to her room. When they reached the inner part of the house, Pei Zi Yun walked in and saw that it was a bamboo house. Strings of chili peppers were hung at the door, and looked extremely red.
Within the room, there was a wooden bed, which looked extremely delicate. Several silver ornaments hung around the room, and an oil lamp was lit.
"Young Chieftain, this is my room. You can use it. But Young Chieftain, you …." The young lady spoke as Pei Zi Yun raised his hands, "Go and guard the stronghold. Guard it for half a night."
Hearing Pei Zi Yun's words, He Qing Qing didn't try to persuade him any further. She then bowed and left the room.
Pei Zi Yun placed the scepter under his pillow and laid down gently on the bed. Just like before, he smelled a fragrant scent on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
In his dreams, he saw the scenery of the mountains. It was extremely familiar. This was the entrance to Free Cloud Sect. A four to five-year-old Daoist was being led by an old Daoist.
"Master, master, what do you think the purpose of cultivating the Dao is?" The little Daoist smiled innocently as he asked loudly.
"Cultivating the Dao?" His master heard the little Daoist's words and laughed, "The purpose of cultivating the Dao is to become a saint, and to live forever."
"Master, you've been cultivating for so many years. Are you sure you're already immortal?" The little Daoist opened his eyes wide and asked.
"Master hasn't reached that stage yet. Your innate talent is even better, and you can definitely surpass me. Consider this as fulfilling one of my wishes." The old Daoist laughed as he spoke.
In the blink of an eye, a young man walked into the valley, and saw the peach blossoms in full bloom. He stroked the peach blossoms and sighed, "The flowers bloom and wilt. What will immortality do to me?"
"Junior brother, it's not good. Come quickly, master can't hold on any longer." A middle aged man barged in and shouted anxiously.
The young man was shocked as the peach blossoms fell to the ground. He then hurriedly followed the middle aged man.
"Master, master." The few men in the room were crying. When they saw the young man approach, they gave way. The young man rushed to the front of the old Daoist.
The old Daoist grabbed the young man's hand and trembled slightly, "You are my last disciple, and your potential is the best. You shall continue on my path. I look forward to your physical body becoming a saint. I'm tired. In my next life, you don't have to look for me. Let me embark on the path of Dao. All that matters is that you've succeeded."
His words were filled with exhaustion and despair, but also hope.
"Yue 'er, I've let you down in this life. In my next life, I hope that we can live together and grow old together." The old Daoist stretched out a finger, as though he was touching his lover's finger. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch it.
"Ah?" The young man cried out. In a trance, the young man in front of him had turned into a young man. He stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind blew from afar, causing his clothes to flutter. He looked into the distance, and the two of them remained silent for some time. The Daoist by the side couldn't help but speak out, "Junior brother, you've already become a Yin Master. Why do you insist on being the Sect Leader?"
"Why do I have to go to the Southern Barbarians? Becoming a saint is too far away. Even after I die, Paradise is still a good place to start. Master had always felt guilty towards Master's wife, which was why he refused to stay behind. Why do you have to …" The Daoist looked at the young man in front of him with a serious expression.
The young man's expression was solemn as he pondered for some time. He then said, "Senior brother, don't try to persuade me. Since I'm from the Southern Barbarians, and cannot become the Sect Leader, then don't try to find another way."
"The mysteries of the heavens are mysterious, I still want to try. Even if there's a chance, I still want to fight for it."
"But Junior brother, your Southern Barbarians is so weak. You won't be able to achieve anything great." The Daoist hurriedly tried to persuade him.
"Haha, Senior brother, you don't have to persuade me. I want to go to the Southern Barbarians. Help me report this to the Sect Leader, and expel me from the sect. If I succeed, I shall return. If I fail, I do not wish for the sect to be implicated."
"Xian Lian, why do you have to do this?"
"Big Senior Brother, I've made up my mind." The Daoist spoke as he descended the mountain, his eyes were filled with determination.
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