Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 565 - 38 Siege [Ask for Monthly ticket!] _1

Chapter 565: Chapter 38 Siege [Ask for Monthly ticket!] _1

"Wah——"

In the audience of Immortal Sects, Shang Ziliang and his henchman were hollering in despair, their mournful cries echoing throughout the place.

"Why are you crying?" wailed Shang Ziliang.

"I am in pain!" replied the henchman amidst bursts of weeping.

"You only bet fifty Vermilion Bird coins, what are you so upset about?" Shang Ziliang’s face contracted in distress, "I’m the one who’s in pain here!"

"It’s terribly painful!" the henchman responded, "I heard that the Clothes-washing River outside of Yu Capital City is the warmest and has the most beautiful scenery. You can watch the city’s pleasure boats passing by and see the courtesan girls playing. Maybe we should choose that one."

"I think it’s a good idea!" replied Shang Ziliang.

"..."

Their cries were not the only ones. As the tournament progressed to the midpoint, some powerful teams were eliminated one after another, their pitiful cries echoing repeatedly.

The joy of Yang Shenlong’s assassination of the Shu Mountain Sect and Yunque Temple exceeded the sadness. His actions elicited more laughter than tears.

That was because very few people had bet on the Shu Mountain Sect or Yunque Temple in the first place. The Shu Mountain Sect had not made it into the top ten for several consecutive tournaments, and the Yunque Temple didn’t have a particularly strong team this time. There were so few outstanding talents that no one gave them much thought.

As such, the only people who were currently in tears were the core disciples of the Shu Mountain Sect.

Alternatively, the appearance of Yang Shenlong’s Sixth Realm cultivation shocked everyone. Though he was a well-known cultivator, he had rarely shown his hand in public. When he did, he shocked the entire audience.

The appearance of the Sixth Realm in the Immortal Sect Conference was something not seen in a hundred years. To achieve this level of cultivation at such a young age, one must have reached the pinnacle of both talent and effort.

This event almost certainly eliminated all doubt in people’s minds about the leader of the Immortal Sects. If Penglai was considered a favorite among the audience before, it would now be considered a certainty.

Those who had prudently bet on Penglai were also completely relieved.

So, the overall atmosphere was quite cheerful, with the exception of the mournful scene at Shu Mountain.

The situation wasn’t just about a single victory or defeat. Jiang Yuebai, Xu Ziyang, and Ling Ao had been killed, and Shu Mountain had lost all the Soul Crystals they had collected. If they failed again in this round, Shu Mountain would lose their qualifications for Nine Heavens.

In stark contrast was Thunder Fortress.

They previously boasted three core disciples and thought this year was their best chance yet. They almost lost all hope when the Shu Mountain Sect threatened their prospects, leaving only a sole surviving seed. Now that they saw Shu Mountain meeting the same fate, they naturally derived a sense of revenge from it.

However, Lin Bei was somewhat puzzled by the mournful cries of the people around him: "What’s going on here?"

Shang Ziliang looked at him: "Don’t you have a heart? Aren’t you sad?"

While it pained Lin Bei that Jiang Jiang was eliminated, he didn’t understand the somber mood: "Isn’t Chu Liang still in it?"

"This..." Shang Ziliang fell silent.

Even now, he didn’t hold much hope that Chu Liang could pull off a miracle. But seeing Lin Bei’s steadfast face, he couldn’t bring himself to bring up such discouraging thoughts.

Instead, he tried to give an evasive response: "Let’s hope our leader can find an opportunity to seize some Soul Crystals and hang on until the end."

"It’s not just hope, Chu Liang will definitely turn things around." said Lin Bei, entirely naturally.

Someone who shared his level of confidence was Empress Feng on the other side.

Elder Huang, who had just finished saying that Shu Mountain could achieve good results under the leadership of Jiang Yuebai, looked frustrated when Yang Shenlong single-handedly extinguished their hopes. At this moment, he could only comment: "It would have been fine if it weren’t for Yang Shenlong reaching the Sixth Realm at such a young age... it’s truly outrageous. It seems that there’s no suspense as to whether Penglai will take first place this year."

Elder Sun also added: "It’s a pity about Shu Mountain; their strength was considerable for this generation. If Yang Shenlong hadn’t zeroed in on them, they probably would have had a good chance of advancing."

Empress Feng puzzled, "Doesn’t my disciple still in the game?"

"Indeed..." Elder Huang gave a forced smile, "But it would be a bit too difficult for him to collect enough Soul Crystals to advance on his own in the later stages of the Hundred Sects Battle..."

"What’s the issue with being alone?" Empress Feng was somewhat baffled, "As for teammates, whether you have them or not, doesn’t it just come down to that?"

Just then, a mournful cry came from Shu Mountain again: "What the heck is our leader doing?"

Shang Ziliang clutched his head, staring at the figure appearing on the screen.

He had just been thinking that Chu Liang might be able to survive a while longer, find a way to get some Soul Crystals, and maybe even have a slim chance of advancing as a lone wolf. But, why did he appear outside Yanbo City all of a sudden?

Was he losing his mind and came here to surrender?

...

Monk Pu Shan shared the same thought at this moment.

"I am not trying to stop you, just urging you to think twice. At the moment, we are the last hope of our respective teams. If you just gave yourself up like this, it would simply be unacceptable. Do you think Jiang Yuebai will be touched if you commit suicide for her? She would just keep asking you, ’does this make sense, does this make sense, does this make sense...’"

Chu Liang looked oddly at him: "Wasn’t it you who said it was hard to find targets with many Soul Crystals? Here is one right in front of us. The Soul Crystals are in the city for sure, and they are certainly enough for the both of us to advance. Why not take them?"

"Right, everyone knows that. So why don’t they go and take it? Are they not willing?" Monk Pu Shan was taken aback by his question, "Is it because people don’t want to?"

"Maybe." Chu Liang comforted him, "Don’t worry, I will do it alone. You just need to help me cover the flank from outside. If I can’t beat them, I will run."

"But Yang Shenlong is in the Sixth Realm! Xu Ziyang and Jiang Yuebai couldn’t escape from him. How can you?" Monk Pu Shan protested.

Chu Liang suddenly turned to him, seriously asking, "Do you trust me?"

Monk Pu Shan fell silent for a moment, recalling all their interactions since they first met. Then he nodded, "I do."

"In that case, don’t worry," Chu Liang smiled.

"Alright!" Monk Pu Shan replied: "Even if you want to attack Yanbo City, let me help out in some way. I can’t simply watch you go alone."

"You will certainly have a role." As Chu Liang spoke, he had already landed on the nearest mound.

This place was only a few hundred meters away from Yanbo City. If there were anyone keeping watch on the city wall at night, they should be able to see him.

Standing tall on the slope, Chu Liang took out a gourd, opened it, and scattered a shower of Puppet Pills into the air.

These Puppet Pills were specially used to create soldiers at will.

If the Puppet Pill is concocted from arbitrary materials, the summoned puppets would have weak spirituality and not much combat capability. However, a specially concocted Puppet Pill can summon slightly stronger puppets.

But...

Puppet Pills are expensive.

At the previous Shu Mountain Peak Conference, Chu Liang created only four, which was enough to astound everyone.

Now, there are around two hundred of them. Summoning them all at once drained Chu Liang of all his cultivation.

Suddenly, an army appeared before him.

However, instead of quickly consuming Whale Swallowing Endless Pills, he swallowed an expensive Qi Recovery Pill and entered a state of meditation for a while. Coupled with his puppets’ rapid energy recovery, his Qi Sea refilled after a short time.

Monk Pu Shan then found an opportunity to ask, "Where did you get so many Puppet Pills from? Did you restlessly refine them over the past few months?"

Creating a single Puppet Pill could potentially take a full day. This quantity of Puppet Pills would indeed take a long time.

"Although I know how to refine them, it isn’t necessary for me to do so all by myself, right?" Chu Liang answered. "For such a bulk order, I’d offer a high price, and dozens of Alchemists would be eager to take it."

Only then did Monk Pu Shan remember that he and Chu Liang had different learning principles.

Most cultivators craft their own magical artifacts and Pill Furnaces as long as they know how to. For the things they don’t know, they find someone to exchange knowledge with.

Chu Liang clearly had a different approach. His principle was not to do anything that others could do. Instead, he would save his time to do other things that others couldn’t help with.

They thought differently.

After summoning two hundred puppets into several ranks, Chu Liang, finished with his recuperation, pulled out several gourds from his front pocket. Each gourd held another variety of elixir.

He handed the gourds out to the puppets. Seeing this, Monk Pu Shan became curious again. Can puppets also consume elixirs?

"What is this?" He couldn’t help but inquire.

"Thunder-Fire Pills," Chu Liang responded.

"Ah?" Monk Pu Shan’s pupils constricted. "So many?"

Thunder-Fire pills aren’t eaten. Rather, they’re commonly used as explosives. But high-level cultivators use them sparingly. They can easily generate a similar effect with divine skills, with no need for external items. Moreover, for high-level cultivators of the same realm, Thunder-Fire pills aren’t that effective.

Furthermore, these pills cost money and are not cheap.

"All the Thunder-Fire pills that could be bought in Taotie City, Red Cotton Peak, and Yu Capital City... They’re all here," Chu Liang said with a chuckle.

Monk Pu Shan looked around and felt his confidence in Chu Liang strengthened a bit more.

It seemed Chu Liang was not blindly impulsive. His preparations were indeed thorough. Thunder-Fire pills do have limited utility for high-level cultivators, but only when there’s a limited number of pills.

If a single Thunder-Fire pill exploded, he would certainly not fear it.

However, this gourd seemed to contain nearly a hundred to two hundred pills...

Although it wouldn’t hurt much to throw them into the Void Realm, first, you had to actually have this many of them. Who would be willing to shell out such a vast amount of money for these things?

It seemed that Chu Liang had really gone all out for this Immortal Sect Conference.

As for Chu Liang himself, staring at Yanbo City from a distance, his eyes sparkled with fierce determination.

For this Immortal Sect Conference, he had indeed invested a lot. He spent half of his total funds on various materials and tools, and the other half on betting on the Shu Mountain’s promotion.

If Shu Mountain advanced successfully, not only wouldn’t he lose out, but he would also make a profit. If Shu Mountain got eliminated, then all his investment would be down the drain.

Taking away a person’s financial resources equates to killing the person’s parents.

Right now, Penglai was trying to do the same to him.

And Yang Shenlong had even killed Jiangjiang...

In and out, it was like annihilating his entire family.

A vendetta of exterminating a family could not be delayed for another day.

Chu Liang, looking at Yanbo City across from him, issued a command with a wave of his hand: "Aim at the places with lights. Bomb them!"

More than two hundred puppets simultaneously threw out the Thunder-Fire pills in their hands, like synchronized bean shooters.

Whoo... whirl... whirl... whirl...

The first wave of Thunder-Fire pills fell into Yanbo City, and soon after, a continuous rumbling sound echoed.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Rolling thunder! Spreading fire! In an instant, the entire city was lit!

And tonight’s rain of fire and thunder had just begun.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

"You just keep an eye on the city’s situation using Heavenly Vision, and command the puppets to throw the Thunder-Fire pills." After two rounds of bombing, Chu Liang gave orders to Monk Pu Shan, "Aim at the populated areas within the city. If anyone approaches, run if you can’t handle them."

"I’m the commander?" Monk Pu Shan was surprised to ask. "What about you?"

"I’m going to attack the city!" Chu Liang declared.

As he finished speaking, he turned into a shadow and flew away, instantly passing over Yanbo City’s wall.

Watching Chu Liang’s fading figure, Monk Pu Shan remained a bit dazed. It took him a while to respond. Although this sounded outrageous, it seemed not entirely impossible with Chu Liang.

Then he turned on his Heavenly Vision, searching for the panicked members of the Penglai Alliance inside the city, directing the puppet army to cover them.

After a few rounds, he suddenly found a sense of pleasure.

Actually, it was quite enjoyable.