The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 367 - 229 Yin Bureau Ghost Soldiers_2

Chapter 367: Chapter 229 Yin Bureau Ghost Soldiers_2

Li Yan shook his head slightly and then said in a deep voice, "Everyone turn around, no matter what you hear, do not turn your head to look."

Yuan Hundred Households and those ship workers were slightly stunned, not knowing what he was up to.

"What are you staring blankly for, turn around now!"

Sha Lifei was full of urgency, scolding them.

As for Wang Daoxuan and Lv San, they had already turned their backs and closed their eyes.

They knew that Li Yan was preparing to summon the yin soldiers.

These were not ordinary soldiers, but rather from the Yin Bureau, equivalent to the Lu Soldiers of the Taixuan Orthodox Sect.

Ordinary soldiers were yin souls, fierce ghosts, mountain spirits, and strange demons. Without intention, a collision could damage one’s Divine Soul, and even at the lightest, one would fall seriously ill.

Hence, when they attacked the mountain stronghold in Shangjin City, as the soldiers of the Taixuan Orthodox Sect arrived, everyone was instructed not to move around carelessly.

And it was best not to even look at the Ghost Soldiers of the Yin Bureau.

If one were to be frightened and lose their soul, it would become a troublesome matter.

Once everyone turned around, Li Yan had already taken out the Hook Paper and, forming a hand seal, he chanted in a deep voice, "Qing Jia! Up the black heavens, down the black earth, no light in the black heavens, no gate in the black earth, yin people dispatch troops, living people avoid, gather evil and evil retreats, gather ghosts and ghosts perish, I summon by the order of Beiyin Fengdu, with urgency as if it were a decree!"

The moment the incantation ended, a cold stream of Yin Qi shot out from the Hook Paper, which was the Astral Order used to summon the yin soldiers.

Huu~

This stream of Yin Qi descended underground, and the wind rose violently within the cave in an instant.

Cold and chilling intent rose up, frosting the surrounding ground at a visible rate, the coldness piercing to the bone.

They originally held torches, flickering unstably with movement.

However, at this moment, the surroundings suddenly became dark, the light of the torches seemed to be suppressed by this darkness, then went out, leaving them unable to see their own hands in front of their faces.

Then, something even stranger happened.

The sounds of wind, rain, and increasingly close footsteps outside the cave vanished into the distance as if only they were left in the world.

Even for Li Yan, he was surrounded by darkness.

He could smell some scents, but they were hazy and tough to sense; faint sounds of armor echoed in his ears.

Were these the yin soldiers?

A chill rose in Li Yan’s heart as he gripped the Hook Paper tightly.

He realized he was wrong.

These Yin Department Army soldiers and ordinary soldiers were completely different concepts, even somewhat beyond his understanding.

Clatter clatter!

The sound of armor grew louder.

Now, even the others could hear it.

It was as if an icy cold legion had appeared, passing by them, unseen and unfelt.

Outside the cave at this moment, things were thrown into chaos.

The old beggar had a particularly special smell superpower; his eyes flickered with red glows, somewhat resembling x-ray vision, except it enabled him to see the flow of Qi.

Seeing Li Yan and the others being forced back by the poison fog, thinking the time was right, he ordered an attack, charging straight to the cave entrance and using the Poison Barrier to kill everyone inside.

After all, what he wanted was the object; he wasn’t planning on capturing anyone alive.

However, upon reaching the entrance of the cave, fear rose in his heart.

Then, a black darkness visibly spread outward.

This dark mass moved quickly, accompanied by the dense sound of armor, and wherever it went, all the black-clad men holding torches were consumed.

"Fall back!"

The old beggar roared furiously, hastily retreating.

He was shocked and confused, unable to comprehend how these cornered critters still possessed such powerful spells.

What exactly was in that darkness?

Curious in his heart, the old beggar exerted his Divine Skill to the fullest, his eyes suddenly blazing with intense red light, extremely conspicuous in the rainy night.

Then, his body suddenly stiffened.

"General!"

The young commander of the Longxiang Army, Lin Silang, swiftly called out, turning his head to look at the old beggar.

However, the old beggar had no response, his face turned pale, his forehead dripping sweat like drops of water, his eyes filled with nothing but fear.

Lin Silang felt a chill in his heart, but before he could ponder further, darkness quickly enveloped the area.

In the blur, he seemed to hear the sound of chains, then his consciousness became dim, as if sinking into a black ocean, descending ever deeper...

"Let’s go!"

The three experts the old beggar brought with him naturally had quick reactions.

The Confucian Scholar turned and ran but his martial arts were average, without even mastering Hidden Energy, he was consumed by the darkness after just a couple of steps...

The female assassin, with the best martial arts skills, suddenly leaped high from the plank walkway with a burst of Hidden Energy, flipped midair, and fell off the cliff. With a splash, she was swallowed by the rolling river...

As for the old Daoist who controlled the Human Skin Puppet, his luck was the worst.

He was so terrified that he turned and ran, yet he forgot to beat the gong and drum he held in his hands.

The Human Skin Puppet was unlike ordinary soldiers; it required constant activation and vigilance against backlash, and after its use, it needed to be repressed again.

With the cessation of the drum and gong sounds, a Human Skin Puppet suddenly whooshed towards him, sticking onto his back as if he were carrying a person.

The old Daoist stiffened, the Human Skin Puppet attached to him as they were both swallowed by the darkness.

Another Human Skin Puppet broke free from its bindings, giggling maniacally as it danced in the air, seemingly attempting to flee the scene.

However, the sound of chains clanked in the darkness.

The Human Skin Puppet, as if seized by an invisible giant hand, was suddenly yanked into the darkness, never to move again...

In the blink of an eye, the entire hilltop was dead silent.

In another part of the cave, everyone was too scared to move.

Li Yan held the Hook Paper, swallowing hard.

He could sense that the summoned yin soldiers had completed their task, their presence swiftly fading.

A single Astral Order could summon a company of five hundred yin soldiers.

He had feared it might not be enough, but the prowess of the yin soldiers far exceeded expectations.

Outside, nearly a hundred of the Longxiang Army were skilled fighters, with four experts among them, formidable in close combat and spells.

But against the yin soldiers, they stood no chance...

Puff!

All of a sudden, the sound of the wind arose again.

The flickering torches cast shifting shadows on the backs of the people, creating an eerie atmosphere in the desolate mountain cave.

However, everyone sighed in relief.

Compared to moments before, they felt as though they had returned from the Nine Netherworld to the land of the living.

They exchanged glances and made their way towards the cave entrance.

On the path, corpses lay thick as leaves in Vallombrosa, all with a ghastly pallor, even frost forming on them, eyes wide with terror frozen on their faces.

The ship workers and the ship’s captain were naturally petrified to the core.

What lay before them was beyond their comprehension.

Even the former Hundred Households drew a sharp breath, stealing looks at Li Yan with eyes filled with dread.

Such power could likely overwhelm even a Thousand Households.

No wonder the City God Temple held him in such high regard...

"Search, see if we can find anything!"

Li Yan had already pocketed the Hook Paper and commanded in a deep voice.

Sha Lifei and Lv San were also shaken, but knew what was important, hurriedly searching the figures clad in black.

Li Yan was no exception.

He activated his smell superpower; nothing on these people could escape his nose.

The black-clothed Longxiang Army didn’t matter much; Sha Lifei and Lv San found several bamboo tubes filled with poison and carefully stowed them away, having witnessed their viciousness before.

Li Yan, however, strode forward to the dead beggar and began searching, quickly uncovering several items.

First was the beggar’s erhu, a fine Magic Artifact.

Then, packets of drugs, presumably used for the beggar’s Illusion Technique and Escape Skill, but unfortunately, Li Yan had no idea how to use them...

Additionally, there was a Token and a letter.

The letter was wrapped in oiled paper, untouched by the rain.

The light here was poor, and the storm continued; Li Yan simply pocketed the letter, deciding to examine it later when back inside the cave.

Next, he searched the Daoist and the Confucian Scholar.

The Daoist had many trinkets, including single-use magic artifacts and paper charms, some of which were incomprehensible.

The Daoist’s Human Skin Puppet had naturally been subdued by the Yin Department Army, and now lay in tatters, exuding a foul stench of decay...

As for the elderly Confucian Scholar, he gave Li Yan a pleasant surprise.

The scholar carried a small bamboo box on his back, which contained, aside from bottles and jars, several books.

"What a pity, one got away."

Li Yan looked down into the pitch-dark canyon and shook his head slightly.

Back in the cave, the group began to sort through their spoils of war.

Li Yan first took out the letter and glanced over it nonchalantly, his expression growing increasingly solemn and dark.

Without a word, he handed it to the former Hundred Households.

Seeing his expression, the Hundred Households felt a sense of foreboding and after skimming the letter, his face turned ugly.

"Traitor, how dare you betray me!"