Immortal Creation.

Chapter 656 Si Yuan, the Ghost General!

It is the year 973 of the Wangchuan calendar.

Luo Si was framed by his own family and died a tragic death. His body was never found and he was not allowed to enter the clan ancestral hall. His resentment turned into a vengeful ghost and he fell into the underworld.

It is the year 974 of the Wangchuan calendar.

His soul, corrupted by resentment, drifted aimlessly along the banks of the River of Oblivion, nearly scattering from his body. He received guidance from the Old Man of Ash Bones, who taught him the "Forgetfulness Technique," allowing him to cleanse his obsessions with the waters of the River of Oblivion and vow to repay a debt of gratitude.

It is the year 980 of the Wangchuan calendar.

He enlisted and became a sergeant.

He led five remaining soldiers to set up a water whirlpool trap on a stranded beach, ambushing and killing the bandit leader. He showed early talent in naval warfare and was promoted to platoon leader.

It is the year 982 of the Wangchuan calendar.

During the Yellow Turban River escort battle, he lured the enemy in a damaged boat, used the undercurrent to counterattack and kill the Nine Nether Water Bandits, capturing their boat. He was awarded the honorary title of "Wangchuan Water Warrior" and promoted to centurion of the Blackwater Army. After the battle, he personally wrote "Ten Rules for Boatmanship" to train new recruits, which proved quite effective.

It is the year 986 of the Wangchuan calendar.

He deployed a hundred light boats to create a feint, luring the drowning soldiers into a shallow bay. He secretly built up water pressure for three days, then suddenly unleashed a whirlpool to strangle and kill three thousand enemies. He was promoted to lieutenant general.

It is the year 990 of the Wangchuan calendar.

They guarded the Broken Dragon Gorge and refused to let the fleet of white-boned ships sail there.

After being besieged by a fleet of skeletons for over three months, and nearly running out of ammunition and food, they resorted to fishing to maintain morale. While fishing, they gleaned military wisdom about gathering fish near the edge of a deep pool.

They deliberately abandoned their large ships and launched a night raid with thousands of small boats, annihilating several enemy warships in a swift and overwhelming manner.

The skeleton fleet withdrew, and Ross successfully rescued himself, though seriously wounded, and was given the title "Demon General of Deep Thoughts".

It is the year 993 of the Wangchuan calendar.

He was transferred to Beiluxian City for recuperation and concurrently served as the commander of the city's guards.

The Pingxiaomian gambling den riot.

Purify the alley of the wronged infants.

It is the year 995 of the Wangchuan calendar.

When foreign enemies invaded and the city lord of the Frozen Immortal City fell, Luo Si was specially appointed as the commander of the city guards and the temporary city lord.

They spent seven days surveying the reefs, adjusting the angle of the river to guide the flow, melting the ice and flushing the river tides to ensure the smooth flow of grain.

Observe the spirit-devouring earthworm, drive it away with soul waves, protect nine-tenths of the medicinal field, and thwart the enemy's conspiracy.

It is the year 996 of the Wangchuan calendar.

The raging evil spirits in the Ice Cave did not damage the seal in the slightest.

It is the year 997 of the Wangchuan calendar.

He achieved success in the special training at the Bone-Eroding Beach and pioneered the Frost Prison Contemplation Guard.

It is the year 998 of the Wangchuan calendar.

He was promoted to Commander of the Northwest Frost Halberd Army.

They defended the frontier, killed thousands of enemies, deterred the wolf pack from invading, and ensured peace on the border.

It is the year 999 of the Wangchuan calendar.

He was ordered to attack the White Paper Immortal City in the mortal realm and was appointed as its temporary commander.

……

After reading Luo Si's resume, Sun Lingtong exclaimed, "I never imagined that Luo Si, the Ghost General, would become the commander of a prefecture after only twenty or thirty years in the underworld."

Zeng Jide, who was standing to the side, withdrew his consciousness and said, "He received guidance from the Gray Bone Elder. I suspect that the latter was involved in his scheme. Luo Si's official career has been too smooth, step by step."

Sun Lingtong frowned: "Why is this Nascent Soul cultivator in such a hurry to get here and retrieve Luo Si's resume? Could it be..."

Zeng Jide said, "This official's resume is equivalent to the life tablet or soul lamp in a super sect, a powerful means of restraint."

"What else could there be?"

"It's nothing more than using this resume to deal with Ross."

"It seems that this Ross is not obedient and needs to be taught a good lesson."

Sun Lingtong nodded; his guess was the same.

He couldn't help but feel worried: "The attitude of the Underworld towards Luo Si has changed drastically. Could it be that he withdrew at the last minute and deliberately let Luo Si win, thus arousing suspicion?"

The battlefield of the altar.

The torrent of military strategy swept across the Imperial Guard's positions, decimating the entire garrison almost instantly.

Both sides were so shocked that the only sounds were the screams of the severely wounded and the deafening roar of the bombardment.

Countless gazes, like sharp arrows, were directed at Ross.

If those gazes could kill, Ross would already be riddled with arrows and dead beyond any hope of survival.

Despite the intense scrutiny, Ross remained calm, as if he were not the one who had turned the tables and overturned the course of the battle.

His gaze even became slightly unfocused as he looked at the military strategy text before him, recalling the moment of his sudden enlightenment...

Duanlong Gorge, its name is just as its shape suggests.

The jagged black rocks on both sides, like the fangs of a giant beast, clamp down on the most turbulent and treacherous section of the waterway.

The turbid waves roared and crashed against the canyon walls, shattering into a sky full of foul-smelling, gloomy foam, which then flowed back into the ceaseless torrent.

At that time, Ross was just a junior officer, ordered to guard this strategic pass and block the main force of the White Bone Fleet from attacking.

After more than three months of fierce fighting, most of Luo Si's warships were destroyed, and his arrows, talismans, and other supplies were exhausted, making the magic array increasingly difficult to repair.

The makeshift, rudimentary water fortress deep in the canyon, like a rotten log swaying in the wind and waves, was heavily besieged by the fleet of bones. The omnipresent chilling winds on the river carried whispers of despair as they passed through the fortress.

Ross has exhausted all means and is certain that there are no more reinforcements.

He knew he was trapped in a desperate situation with no hope, but he was unwilling to give up because he had not yet avenged his great grudge.

The morale of the troops was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Ross knew he had to keep the morale of his troops stable.

Otherwise, they will face defeat and destruction in the next moment.

He didn't want to give up until the very last moment, even though he couldn't see any hope.

Military food and supplies have been exhausted.

To stabilize morale, we must find another way.

Fortunately, he enjoys fishing, which makes things simple.

Every evening at dusk, when the White Bone Fleet's offensive subsided, he would walk alone to the most prominent overhanging rock at the mouth of the gorge. Below the overhanging rock lay the confluence of the main vein of the River of Oblivion and the turbulent currents of the River of the Underworld, a place teeming with whirlpools and dark currents, and where a chilling wind howled.

He wore no armor, only a black robe, and held a fishing rod, casting a long line to fish.

Every time Ross cast his bat, every time he gazed at the subtle ripples on the water, he did so with an almost martyr-like focus and tranquility. Silence enveloped him, and strangely, it enveloped the entire water fortress.

The soldiers, hiding behind the wrecked ship's side, watched their general with weariness and even numbness.

The suffocating despair and anxiety were slowly suppressed and subsided by a deeper, colder force in this silent ritual.

Ross sat motionless, seemingly calm and composed, but inwardly he was anxious, racking his brains for a way out of his predicament.

Only three capital ships remain, none of which can match any of the large ships in the Bone Fleet. The remaining small boats are numerous, but each can only carry a maximum of five people—what use are they?
While racking his brains without finding a solution, his gaze pierced through the river's surface, spotting a faint blue light floating silently in the water. It turned out to be a school of small fish, drifting in as quietly as dust.

Then, more tiny blue dots lit up one after another, like dust particles gathering, and the shadows gradually revealed clear outlines—an endless, layered school of fish!

They churned silently underwater, their bodies trembling almost imperceptibly, emitting a mysterious blue light.

Suddenly, billions of tiny lights rapidly converged, condensing into a surging, rushing blue-silver river that silently swept across the water.

The light stream illuminated the long-sunken remains of weapons and ships, lighting up the silent underwater battlefield.

A single small fish is as insignificant as a speck of dust, but at this moment, the school of fish gathers and creates a vortex, which changes the direction of the water flow beneath the river surface and creates a huge spiral current, like a tornado, a colossal entity in an instant!

Ross was shocked, as if struck by a hammer.

The light of enlightenment pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness, broke through the realm of ignorance, and illuminated the chaotic waters of his heart.

"With their forces exhausted and trapped in a desperate situation, if this deep valley were filled with water, it would be as deep as a beast's mouth, capable of swallowing all living beings."

"However, the deeper the abyss we face, the more we must hide our scales in the water."

"We are as weak as these small fish, hiding at the bottom of the abyss, silent and still... waiting for a flash of light, for the dust to gather together, for unified command, and for us to sacrifice ourselves to become a torrent."

"The longer the depths accumulate, the more unstoppable the power to break through the waves becomes."

"Once it erupts, it will transform into the strongest abyss, engulfing everything!"

The countless wrecks and broken soldiers at the bottom of the river, in the deepest, most silent part of the riverbed, seemed to be bursting out with their past cries, now rumbling and echoing in Luo Si's divine sea.

Ross puts down his shot.

A drop of water falls from the empty hook tip, returning to the abyss.

The decision has been made.

He turned around and faced countless pairs of eyes in the water village, some blank, some weary, and some full of expectation.

Back in the camp, he gave the order, his voice calm to the point of indifference: "Abandon ship."

Everyone was astonished.

Abandon ship? In this perilous waterway, what difference is there between abandoning ship and cutting off one's own path to survival?
Ross's gaze swept over the three main warships, which were battered and nearly exhausted, their spirit stones used to power the magic arrays. He showed no remorse: "The large ships are useless, mere targets. Destroy them and take their refined iron keel to forge spears and arrows. Prepare ointments and Yin Fire Talismans for the remaining small boats and rafts."

The command is concise, yet carries immense weight.

That night, taking advantage of the dense fog and the slight lapse in concentration that the White Bone Fleet had become due to their obvious advantage, countless small boats set out.

With the aid of the military strategy "Accumulating Scales by the Abyss," each small boat, like a branch of a school of fish, worked in close coordination. Following the river's flow, they attacked en masse, disregarding sacrifice and advancing wave after wave!

This is the force of ants covering the earth!

Each attack from a small boat is as insignificant as an ant's bite. But when dozens or even hundreds of tiny attacks erupt simultaneously, it's like a school of fish stirring up a deep, undercurrent.

Deadly chaos spread through the massive, skeletal ship! The piercing groans of breaking keels, the cracking sounds of eerie flames licking at the hull, the panicked screams of the crew…

One, two... several colossal vessels tilted and disintegrated in the darkness!
Ross led the charge, and his soldiers swarmed up the dam like ants, climbing and entwining themselves. The sounds of fierce fighting tore through the thick fog, and the firelight reflected off the canyon walls like ghostly flames.

The enemy general was filled with shock and rage; he had never seen such bizarre and cunning tactics, like a persistent, insidious plague! Seeing his giant ships suffering one after another, and his army's morale in disarray, he had no choice but to order a retreat. For the first time, the massive and ferocious fleet of white bones turned around in disarray before the Dragon-Slaying Gorge.

A decisive victory, a desperate counterattack!

After the victory, Luo Si was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and was carried back to the water fortress.

The prefect personally issued an edict of commendation, and in remembrance of the day Luo Si fished for enlightenment and guarded the abyss-like Duanlong Gorge, he bestowed upon him a new title that better suited his current state of mind and military strategy—Yuansi Ghost General!
It is a metaphor for his heart being as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, and it also praises his character for being patient and persistent, accumulating strength before unleashing it to achieve success in one fell swoop!
The thrilling and dramatic events of the past were ultimately condensed into a simple description in his resume.

His unfocused gaze sharpened, and Ross concentrated on observing his gains.

His attack was the culmination of a long period of preparation and planning.

Lin Yuanxulin mobilized the vast majority of Luo Si's troops, their power terrifying, instantly killing countless Imperial Guards.

Ross's manipulation was even more precise and ruthless, with special attention paid to taking care of the Hundred Demon Mother.

So much so that the latter hastily mobilized defensive measures, held out for three breaths, and then perished in the raging torrent of the abyss!

The Imperial Guard, numbering over ten thousand, was also decimated. A large section of the central army formation was completely cleared, leaving only the remaining cultivators at the four corners, all fleeing in terror.

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

Master Hanyan trembled violently, and roared in shock and anger: "Luo Si, you traitor!"

Ross's subordinates, filled with shock and anger, surrounded him, each brandishing weapons and magical artifacts: "Ross, what's going on? Are you being controlled?"

Luo Si betrayed his allies at the last minute, and when he did strike, it was earth-shattering! With just one blow, he overturned the entire battle.

Despite making such a shocking move, he remained calm, his deep eyes reflecting the scene of the Qingjiao Army charging towards him.

His gaze settled quietly on Ning Zhuo, and he replied calmly, "I also thought about parting amicably, but the situation has developed so much that I have no choice but to take action."

"Everyone, I'm sorry."

"I am a good person."

"What the hell?!" His subordinates were all dumbfounded.

Ross suddenly raised his voice, which resounded throughout the entire battlefield, and summoned a proclamation.

"The ways of Heaven are clear and bright, and the laws of the underworld are resounding!"

"I invoke the heavens to punish the disobedient, and wield divine punishment to behead the rebellious!"

"The Lord of the River of Oblivion was originally granted a position in the Underworld and was in charge of the balance of the River of Oblivion. However, his greed was so great that he devoured the heavens, his demonic heart obscured the sun, and his sins reached the depths of the netherworld—"

"The first is: Reversing Yin and Yang! The Heavenly Ghost died in the primordial era, and its remains should have returned to silence. The Lord of the River of Oblivion used filthy soil to mold bones and turbid qi to forge veins, and refined them on the altar, thus presumptuously stealing the natural resources!"

"Secondly: He usurped the king's command! Despite holding the position of a prefect, he still felt his power was insufficient, so he coveted the remains of the celestial ghosts. With the dignity of a king, he committed the acts of a thief—his greed and depravity were so extreme that even ghosts and gods would spit on him!"

"Thirdly: a massacre as a sacrifice! Under the guise of 'following the calamity,' they actually commit blood sacrifice! The millions of people of the White Paper Immortal City have all become fuel in your furnace. The blood of the common people stains the white paper; such demonic acts cannot be tolerated in the Nine Netherworlds!"

"Fourthly: Imprisonment and severance of righteousness! The Valley Master of Water Burial, who upholds the secrets of Heaven and remains serene, has shown me kindness akin to being reborn, his virtue extending even to the netherworld. The Lord of the Prefecture, relying on his power, has forced him to obscure the heavens, imprisoning my beloved teacher in a cold pool and locking the stars in a secluded valley! I now repay this debt with utmost loyalty; how can I allow wolves and jackals to imprison a phoenix?"

"Today I take up arms and rebel against the flag, not to betray my lord, but to obey Heaven! You use the River of Oblivion as your private tool, and regard all ghosts as straw dogs;"

"The tyrannical ruler is without virtue, but a wise monarch is in sight; let us draw our swords and follow the dragon to restore order to the world!"

"Heaven's punishment is clear, shining upon my heart and soul! With a wise ruler by my side, my blade grows ever colder!!"

Roth was well aware that war must be waged on the side of righteousness.

Both sides: ...

The man in the cold mist trembled with rage and repeatedly denounced, "You traitor, utterly shameless, and eloquent, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

Ning Zhuo seemed to be deep in thought.

Sun Lingtong had previously explored the underworld alone when she encountered Luo Si on the banks of the River of Oblivion and received his help.

Therefore, Ning Zhuo knew a lot of inside information, including that Luo Si received guidance from the Gray Bone Elder, and so on.

Among everyone present, Ning Zhuo was the first to accept this fact.

Qingchi: "What did he say?"

Ning Zhuo transmitted his thoughts: "Ignore all that, attack with all your might!"

Qingchi: "Oh!"

Under the girl's command, the Qingjiao Army seized this crucial opportunity and charged forward like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the heart of Luo Si's forces.

Roth's army had previously had too many troops drawn from their ranks, causing their morale to plummet and their spirits to collapse. They were exhausted and suffered countless casualties, making them unable to resist.

(End of this chapter)