8mi Chapter 33: The Siege of the Khitan Shaman
Chapter 33: The Siege of the Khitan Shaman
The temple was clearly quite old; most of the surrounding walls had collapsed, and several of the tiled houses were dilapidated and had long since ceased to be used for worship.
But in this dilapidated temple, many people were coming and going. Most of them were dressed in Hanfu and looked like they were disguised as Khitans. The rest were Khitan shamans.
I estimate there are more than three hundred people.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Wu He did not get too close. After memorizing the general situation from a distance of a hundred feet, he took out a hairpin from the bun at the back of his head and wrote it down on a piece of paper.
puff~
A moment later, the carrier pigeon flapped its wings and took flight, disappearing into the fog.
However, just as Wu He was about to retreat and wait for the Zhen Guan army to come and annihilate him, some commotion suddenly arose in the distant temple.
Looking into the distance, one could see a large number of Khitan soldiers emerging from the pine forest on the other side. Among them were six soldiers dressed in the armor of the Zhenguan Army, who were bound hand and foot and forcibly escorted to the temple.
Wu He felt a slight tremor in his heart.
The C-class scout team!
Five of them wore the most basic iron plate armor, while the young man with narrow eyes at the front wore the same armor as Wu He, one of the Ten Generals.
It should be Du Jianlian, the newly appointed commander of the Bingzi Scout Team.
"Judging by this, they've been caught red-handed."
The six men were taken to the temple and given a severe beating, leaving them bruised and swollen.
However, the Khitans did not kill them. A shaman with a wind chime and a sheep skull hanging on his cane appeared and spoke to Du Jianlian.
Then, Du Jianlian was immediately untied.
Wu He frowned slightly, then focused his mind, ignoring the sound of the wind, and listened carefully.
"Scout Team C... under orders..."
"...Being pragmatic..."
"Write... Little Black Mountain is safe and sound..."
"He can live..."
……
Because of the distance, Wu He could only hear sparse and intermittent sounds with his hearing.
Immediately afterwards, a loud whistle was heard, and a carrier pigeon flew out of the mist and landed in Du Jianlian's hand in the temple.
His face was somber, and he seemed to be struggling, as if he were making a difficult decision.
In the end, they tied a note to the pigeon's leg and released it.
"They've turned against us?"
Wu He wondered to himself...
About half an hour later, a clear and loud sound suddenly resounded throughout the world.
Wu He looked in the direction of the sound.
It looks like a whistle.
Sure enough, the next second, soldiers from all directions of the temple, like a tidal wave, came out with extremely loud shouts of battle.
"Heroes! Slaughter these barbarians!"
"kill!"
A middle-aged man clad in iron armor, with tiger-head copper rings on his shoulders, rushed into the temple at lightning speed, his voice booming like a bell and a sinister grin spreading across his face.
It was none other than the military envoy Liu Baoze.
It seems the intelligence has been delivered, and the encirclement and suppression have begun.
The sudden arrival of the Zhenguan Army caught the Khitans completely off guard, and they collapsed at the first touch.
Wu He didn't hesitate either, drawing his Plum Blossom Blade and leaping into the battlefield.
"ah--"
As soon as a Khitan soldier shouted, Wu He's blade swiftly sliced him in half at the waist.
[Progress completed (Mastery of Blade Splashing Technique): 140/400]
"Ten progress levels should indicate a Skin Tempering Warrior."
Wu He's gaze was icy as he lightly flicked the blood off his blade and surveyed the battlefield.
In the chaotic temple, the Khitans were like prey with tags on them, their strength discernible from their fighting spirit.
"Skin tempering realm, not good enough."
"This person isn't even a martial artist."
"Early stage of meat refining, barely acceptable."
After quickly scanning the area, Wu He focused his gaze on the nearest Khitan soldier wielding a pumpkin hammer. He lightly touched the wooden railing with his toes and then leaped into the air.
Swish!
A flash of light came down from the sky.
The Khitan soldier wielding the pumpkin hammer roared angrily, still trying to withstand the attack with his burly body.
Little did they know that Wu He, with his sweeping sword technique, unleashed tremendous force from the tendons in his spine.
Click!
In an instant, he cleaved the Khitan soldier in two with his hammer!
Fresh flesh was torn apart on the dianmei knife.
[Progress completed (Mastery of Blade Splashing Technique): 170/400]
Thirty steps, not enough.
Wu He frowned, then swung his sword and killed several Khitan soldiers who were charging at him.
……
[Progress completed (Mastery of Blade Splashing Technique): 200/400]
These people are all at a lower level than me, so fighting them will not benefit my cultivation at all, and I will only make less and less progress.
There was even a level in the early stages of meat refining that was folded in half, giving only fifteen progress points.
This means that dominating weaker opponents is ineffective.
not enough!
Far from enough!
The blood still dripping from Wu He's blade was cool as he surveyed the scene with cold eyes.
Liu Baoze was engaged in a fierce battle with the shaman with the sheep skull, while several captains at the mid-stage of the Meat Refining realm were also facing opponents of equal strength.
Only one shaman, who possessed the aura of a mid-stage flesh refinement cultivator, was rushing into a dilapidated house amidst the chaos.
Wu He casually killed the enemy in front of him, his clothes stained with blood, and rushed into the house.
But when he entered, he discovered that there was more to it than met the eye.
The stone slab in the corner was lifted, revealing a narrow stone staircase, with a faint firelight flickering.
Wu He held his breath and descended the steps.
The stone steps were not long, and at the end they led to a low tunnel, from which some indistinct sounds echoed.
It sounded like hurried whispers, or perhaps some kind of mysterious prayer.
He gripped his dagger tightly, followed the sound through the tunnel, and turned a corner to find the view suddenly open up before him.
It was a fairly spacious stone chamber, filled with some strange bottles and jars. The shaman, draped in a hemp cloak, was frantically opening a cabinet and taking out a palm-sized box, which he then stuffed into his robes.
They turned their heads and their eyes met.
Wu He saw the look of horror on his face under the brim of his hat.
Without further ado, he drew his knife and charged.
Wow!
However, this was just a test. As soon as he set off, a cloud of purple smoke rushed towards him, carrying a strong, pungent odor.
If it's not stopped in advance, you might already be infected.
A wooden staff emerged from the purple mist, its sharp end piercing Wu He's face.
clang!
He stepped back and swung away in time.
The two then clashed with swords and staffs in the stone chamber. This shaman was clearly different from the old and frail ones outside; he was very strong and wielded a wooden staff with great skill.
That's all.
Wu He seized the opportunity and kicked from the side, his muscles bursting with powerful force, sending the shaman crashing into the wall with a loud bang!
The flash of the blade disappeared in an instant.
Pfft!
The head fell off with a thud.
[Progress completed (Mastery of Blade Splashing Technique): 250/400]
Seeing this, Wu He finally showed a hint of satisfaction.
An opponent of equal skill level is the true whetstone for martial arts!
"So young."
Only then did he get a good look at the shaman. He had a young and handsome face with a faint purple mark between his eyebrows, suggesting that he must have some status.
thump~
Then, the wooden box in the corpse's arms slid down automatically.
Wu He picked it up out of curiosity.
The wooden box was square, with simple relief carvings, and some wooden blocks protruding on each of the six sides, like a specially made coded box.
"The mechanism box... the contents inside must be extraordinary."
He murmured softly.
The fact that the shaman had clearly left the battlefield but instead of fleeing for his life, came here to retrieve this wooden box further proves that the contents of this box are extraordinary.
Wu He did not forcefully break it, lest anything unexpected happen, and first put it into the cloth bag at his waist.
He then looked around the stone chamber, took down the candlestick from the wall, and planned to see if there was anything else of value.
Even when he reached the innermost part, the darkness still persisted.
"Not a wall?"
Wu He was slightly surprised and suspicious. He peered the candlestick inside, and the firelight illuminated the surroundings until several corpses were revealed!
His pupils trembled slightly as he examined the firelight before leaving.
But what he saw immediately sent chills down Wu He's spine, a bone-chilling coldness sending a shiver down his spine.
Because one of the corpses was none other than the leader of the Black Dragon Gang!
The Black Dragon Gang, which was mysteriously wiped out not long ago!