The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 531 - 305 Siege of the Desolate Castle_2

Chapter 531: Chapter 305 Siege of the Desolate Castle_2

The Fu siblings frowned, slightly displeased.

They practiced the heretical martial arts and were not acquainted with these matters; this old crone liked to show off, which was truly annoying.

Fortunately, the crone Ah Langpo didn’t continue to dwell on it, but rather, in her raspy and stiff tone, called out loudly, "If you inside have heard us, why not come out to meet?"

Creak~

From within the darkness, a wooden door slowly opened.

A young monk emerged, dressed in a plain white robe, with a lean face and similarly lean features, sharing a resemblance with Landlord Tian.

It was none other than Rejuvenator Han Balin.

His present identity was that of the second son of Landlord Tian, Tian Han.

He looked calm, glanced at the group, and gently shook his head, "This poor monk has retreated into the Buddhist way and concerns himself not with the secular world, so why must you persist in this dogged pursuit?"

Seeing that he had appeared, the Plum Mountain Brothers no longer stayed hidden, revealing themselves around the estate.

They, too, could sense the Array, so they didn’t rashly enter.

The youngest of the Plum Mountain Brothers, with a temper prone to flare up, remembered that it was because of this man that their master’s return to life had been delayed, and he couldn’t help but angrily say, "You treacherous bastard, our master revived you and even allowed you to preside over major affairs, so why betray us?"

The monk maintained his calm and replied, "This matter would disrupt the harmony of heaven, resulting in countless common people being displaced and homeless, I could not bear to act."

"Ridiculous!"

The second Plum Mountain Brother laughed, "You’re of Xianbei descent, a descendant of the Xiongnu chieftains, the True King of the Six Garrisons; with more Han people dead, what does that have to do with you!"

The monk fell silent for a moment, "During Emperor Xiao Ming’s reign, the Six Garrisons suffered from years of famine, and the Rouran took advantage to pillage. I raised troops, thinking that all were deceived by the Han people under Emperor Xiao Wen..."

"After the rebellion failed, I hid in the Longmen Grottoes to cultivate, witnessing the chaos in the world, I came to realize that whether barbarian or Han, all commoners are but ants..."

"After several reincarnations, this poor monk has seen too much. All things in this world have karma, Rejuvenator Han Balin is dead; only the Buddhist monk Bukong remains, not wishing to commit any more sins."

The eldest Plum Mountain Brother said with a heavy tone, "If you do not wish to participate, then so be it, but that red-meled tribe must be handed over!"

The monk shook his head, "This item is of use to me. If you want it, have Zhao Changsheng come to me personally."

"Hmph, as if you’re worthy!"

The third Plum Mountain Brother spat fiercely.

At that moment, the dark-robed old crone Ah Langpo, who had been silent until now, suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Sect Leader Zhao is busy; there’s no need to trouble him."

Saying so, she picked up a lit smoking pipe and took a deep drag. Then, she exhaled a thick green smoke.

The smoke had a strong, fishy smell, concentrated and not dispersing, wafting forward and enveloping the Poison Mosquito Group.

Crackle and pop!

Within the green smoke, sounds like sesame seeds popping could be heard.

Subsequently, the poison mist, along with the Poison Mosquito Group, no longer affected by the Array, burst through the wall and charged towards the monk.

At the same time, under the old woman’s direction, the Wild Man swung a plank axe, throwing it straight into the bamboo grove.

Crack!

A hidden Array Flag inside was directly chopped down.

In an instant, wild winds arose around the estate.

The others, being experienced, knew this was a sign of the Array’s disruption and without another word, grabbed their weapons and charged out.

The Fu siblings’ burst of force allowed them to leap onto the broken wall in a flash, pushing off and causing the ancient wall to collapse.

Following that, they each readied their spears to stab forward.

As for the Plum Mountain Brothers, they bent their bows and notched their arrows, simultaneously channeling their mantra, employing the spells they used to ambush Li Yan the other day.

This man, if not difficult to deal with, would not have been chosen by Zhao Changsheng as the leader for this mission, nor would they be so wary of him, daring not to truly harm the Tian Family.

In the courtyard, faced with the approaching assailants, Rejuvenator Han Balin merely sighed lightly, then pinched a spell with his hand and suddenly cried out:

"Om!"

This sound seemed to vibrate the surrounding air with a hum.

And the first to attack, the Poison Mosquito Group, directly exploded, densely falling to the ground, all dead.

The Fu siblings were close behind.

The heads of their spears were pyramidal, and even stranger was their grip.

Unlike the conventional frontal grip, they held the spears in reverse, with palms inward, clasping the shafts.

"A Yin Gun technique..."

Monk Bukong spoke nonchalantly, "You come from the steppe?"

This grip, known as the "Yin Gun," allows for much more flexible and variable control, common among the tribes of the steppe.

"The dead needn’t ask so many questions!"

The Fu sister let out a cold laugh, her spear nearly piercing the monk. Suddenly, she twisted her wrist, and her arm spiraled to exert force.

Whoosh!

The two spearheads, accompanied by a shrill scream, curved in midair, aiming for the monk’s throat and heart from both sides.

The monk’s eyelids didn’t even flicker, his hands suddenly scooped up, as if catching fish, directly grabbing the wooden poles below both spearheads.

The Fu siblings’ expressions changed dramatically.

They could feel their spearheads stuck as if in a mountain, immovable, while the shafts vibrated, buzzing with a shaking force.

Snap, snap, went the shafts.

The siblings stumbled backward, and upon looking at their palms, deep gashes had appeared.

"Damn, that stings!"

The Fu siblings quickly retreated, their brother cursing angrily, "Weren’t they only rejuvenated for a dozen years or so, how has he become so powerful?"

It wasn’t that they were careless.

Rejuvenators, although escaping from the Nine Netherworld, did not do so without a cost. If they inhabited someone else’s body, they had to endure the agony of soul disconnection day and night and were inherently vulnerable, easily targeted by certain spells.

As a result, many Rejuvenators would choose reincarnation, starting from infancy to cultivate, utilizing their past life experiences to advance quickly.

Even so, they had to start over.

This Han Balin, having cultivated for a mere decade or so, had already reached the pinnacle of Force Transformation!