Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 648: Come and meet me
With the efforts of all the cultivators, the substitute team was quickly formed.

This team consists of mechanical puppets created by Mohist and Gongshu cultivators, which move freely.

Their appearance is that of a painter using his skills to create a skin, making them not only look like real people, but also quite similar to Shang Lu and others.

Let alone the black sorcerers from Chu, even people who know them well would probably mistake them for their own.

Shang Lu carefully observed the skills of these painters and felt that they were not too difficult. They were just a few strokes and lines... So why were the final products so different from his own?
Beneath the painted skin lies a poisonous curse laid by a healer.

Because of the incantations and illusions released by Confucian cultivators and magicians, these poisonous curses were completely concealed, without releasing even the slightest fluctuation of their aura.

Given the strength of these cultivators, they certainly wouldn't have achieved such results if they had acted individually. But now, by pooling their strengths and drawing on the best of many, they have created a team of substitutes that even Shang Lu's discerning eyes cannot detect.

To make it more realistic, Tian Sheng even reluctantly offered up his precious bronze chariot, which carried the stand-ins to Huangfengya.

From a distance, they looked exactly the same as the previous group of cultivators.

After seeing off the substitute team, the cultivators immediately went to find their companions who had set up the formation.

As they left, Kobe Kaimi kept staring at the departing team of stand-ins. Knowing he was reluctant to leave, he comforted him, "Don't look anymore. If we survive, your bronze chariot will naturally be found. If we don't survive, there's no point in you feeling sorry for us."

"Old Gu, what you said makes a lot of sense, but why does it sound so jarring to me?"

"This is called honest advice, even if it's hard to hear! Let's hurry up and leave, we don't have much time. If we want to survive, we must set up a powerful enough magic array within the limited time!"

Gu Beihai urged them on, then called to Shang Lu and several other cultivators who were helping out, and told them to follow the marks left on the road.

Soon, following the marks, they traveled thirty miles east and arrived at a valley.

The valley is not large, but according to geomancers and Yin-Yang practitioners, it is located at the intersection of several earth veins, and its shape resembles a large pot placed on a stove.

When Shang Lu and his group arrived, the geomancers and Yin-Yang masters were altering the feng shui layout, using the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth to construct a magic array.

A geomancer, while busy setting up the layout to attract energy, explained to Shang Lu and the others:
"With a little arrangement, this place can attract the energy of heaven and earth. Once the energy of heaven and earth is 'ignited,' any enemy who enters the valley will become a sitting duck!"

"What about us?"

Tian Sheng asked a very important question: "Once the magic array in the valley is 'ignited,' will we also become beans in a cauldron?"

Their cultivation level was several grades lower than that of the Discipline Black Witches of Chu. If they were also beans in a cauldron, they would probably be cooked before the Discipline Black Witches.

This saves the Discipline Black Wizards from having to take action...

"Don't worry, Brother Tian, ​​we're not stupid. We've definitely made preparations."

The geomancer pointed to several Yin-Yang cultivators who were absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, "They are currently refining array talismans. With the array talismans, we will be unaffected when the magic array is activated."

Upon hearing this, Tian Sheng, Gu Beihai, and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone has their own expertise; they are good at crafting weapons and healing, but they are not very good at magic arrays.

Even so, they still asked, "Is there anything we can help you with?"

Several geomancers and Yin-Yang practitioners quickly discussed the matter and actually assigned tasks to these people, asking them to go and help at several key points of the formation.

It doesn't matter that Tian Sheng, Gu Beihai, and others don't understand Qimen formations; they just need to follow orders and act as "ruthless" "formation-setting machines."

Moreover, this magic array needs to be combined with traps, mechanisms, and even curses from the group to become even more powerful!

Driven by the power of heaven and earth and the feng shui, even if these traps and curses are of low quality, they can still unleash extremely strong power.

The cultivators were well aware that this magic array was crucial to their survival, so they not only cooperated closely but also used their most secret skills and treasures.

With their full efforts, the magic array gradually took shape. Although it was not activated, everyone could feel that this magic array was definitely powerful!

Seeing this, one of the cultivators couldn't help but sigh, "When the government asked us to do things before, we never saw everyone so serious and hardworking."

A knowledgeable person nearby chimed in, saying, "Nonsense! If you mess up a government job, you might get a scolding at most, or sometimes not even that. But this magic array is a matter of life and death for everyone. If you're not careful, you could really lose your life. How can we not take it seriously and do our best?"

Although Shang Lu did not participate in setting up the formation, he took out his novelist's notes and began to write furiously on them, composing on the spot for the story that was about to unfold.

At the same time, several people skilled in Nuo rituals and the art of invoking deities began to perform Nuo dances and sing Nuo songs, asking the gods to bestow blessings in preparation for the upcoming great battle.

Just as Shang Lu and his men were making their plans, Captain Shi Hun arrived at Huang Feng Ya, a hundred miles away, with six of his men and made arrangements there.

Compared to the big commotion that Shang Lu and his group made, the Soul-Eating Captain's arrangements were much simpler.

In the eyes of the Soul-Eating Captain, Shang Lu and his group, though numerous, were still ants.

He wouldn't have made these arrangements if it weren't for the need for a quick victory and to prevent the ants from escaping; it would have been embarrassing to reveal it.

Fortunately, as long as he kills all the cultivators from the Jiang Kingdom today, his arrangements will not be leaked, and he will not lose face.

As for the few Discipline Black Wizards under his command, Captain Soul Devourer did not believe they would dare to speak nonsense outside.

Half an hour later, the seven Soul Devouring Captains saw the group of cultivators appear on the official road.

From afar, they could even spot the cultivators in the group, chatting and laughing, looking very relaxed.

"Heh." The Soul-Eating Captain sneered, mocking, "He doesn't even realize he's about to die, still grinning like an idiot."

He then turned back and instructed his six subordinates: "The organs and souls of those we kill today must be taken back to the King. Do not put them in your own soul banners! However, you may take any magical artifacts or treasures they carry."

The six subordinates first clasped their hands in acceptance, but inwardly they were all somewhat disdainful, secretly scoffing: "A bunch of Qi Refining Realm trash, what good treasures could they possibly have? It's a pity they can't collect souls, otherwise they could have refined a few barely passable evil spirits!"

Despite their disdain, the Soul-Eating Captain and his six Commandment Black Witches did not become complacent.

As the cultivators drew closer, the six Disciplined Black Witches, following the instructions of the Soul-Eating Captain, cast spells and teleported to either side of the pass, forming a U-shaped pocket formation with the stationary Soul-Eating Captain.

Once this group crashes into Huangfengya and descends into chaos and infighting, they will circle around and close the gate, ensuring that none of these cultivators can escape!
To the Soul-Eating Captain and his men, the approaching group of cultivators had no idea that they were in dire straits.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the bronze carriage carrying dozens of cultivators, along with others who used their own methods to keep up with the carriage, entered Huangfengya.

They also stumbled into the trap set up by the Soul-Eating Captain.

"finally come."

A sinister smirk curled at the corner of the Soul-Eating Captain's lips. "Now, let chaos reign! Start killing! Slaughter everyone around you!"

As the Soul-Eating Captain chanted the incantation, the skin on his chest suddenly festered, revealing a strange witch's curse.

Countless pus and blood flew out under the influence of the witch's light, turning into a fine rain that sprinkled onto the group of cultivators at the mountain pass.

At the same time, billowing blood mist rose from both sides of the pass—this was a method set up in advance by the Soul-Eating Captain to enhance his chaotic curse, allowing his mental sorcery to destroy the target's body and soul faster, stronger, and more thoroughly.

In an instant, this cursed blood rain fell on the cultivators.

As the Soul-Eating Captain had predicted, the group of cultivators who had been calling each other brothers and smiling just moments before immediately went mad and frenzied under the corruption of the Chaotic Curse.

"Kill—Kill—"

"You all deserve to die! You all must die!"

"I've been wanting to kill you idiots for a long time, and now you want to kill me? I'll kill you all!"

The cultivators screamed and roared, like a pack of mad beasts, and began to kill each other.

In an instant, various magical fluctuations filled Huangfengya, and were also noticed by the real cultivators more than a hundred miles away.

"The black sorcerers of Chu have already made their move!"

"Quick! Hurry up! We have to finish all the arrangements before they realize something's wrong and come after us!"

"If you don't want to die, speed up!"

The cultivators gritted their teeth and exerted all their strength and effort, which inevitably caused some fluctuations in spiritual energy.

However, neither the Soul-Eating Captain nor his six other Disciplined Black Witches were paying attention to the group of "cultivators" "killing each other" at the mountain pass, and they did not notice the anomaly more than a hundred miles away.

In their eyes, the nearly one hundred cultivators at the pass were all killed in the chaotic infighting in less than a quarter of an hour—the last few even used the method of mutual destruction, which made it completely unnecessary for them to take action.

"Trash is trash."

The Soul Devouring Captain snorted coldly, suddenly realizing he had been too cautious. Judging from the performance of these useless cultivators, even without these arrangements, he could probably kill them all before they could give any warning.

But soon he comforted himself: "After all, this is another country's territory, so it's better to be cautious."

He immediately gave a stern order: "Feng Ping, Zhao Guang, you two quickly collect the remnants of these cultivators' souls. Hua Qi, Wei Song, you two are responsible for drawing blood and removing viscera. Hurry up, don't dawdle, or the Jiang Kingdom's henchmen will smell it and come after us! The remaining two, activate the previous setup and make it look like the situation here is caused by weasels..."

"Yes!"

"Leader!"

The disciplined black shamans scattered throughout the mountain pass received the order in unison and immediately began to act.

Feng Ping and Zhao Guang took out two blood gourds covered with strange witchcraft patterns drawn with blood, uncorked them, and chanted incantations.

These two blood gourds are specifically designed to collect souls and spirits. Whether human or demonic, once a soul is collected within them, it cannot escape and will only be refined into a strange soul liquid in agony.

Hua Qi and Wei Song each brandished a torture knife and took out a hundred-skin bag pieced together from the skins of countless people. They planned to use the torture knife to bleed and dissect the internal organs, and then put the bag into the hundred-skin bag to take away.

However, the four people had barely unleashed their treasures when they noticed something amiss.

"Sir, something's wrong! These people have no souls!"

"They have no blood or heart and lungs either!"

"What?" Captain Soul Eater was taken aback upon hearing this.

The absence of souls could also be due to the poor mental state of these cultivators, whose minds were corrupted, causing their souls to collapse under the weight of the burden.

But that's unlikely. The Soul-Eating Captain believed he had controlled his power. These Jiang Kingdom cultivators couldn't possibly be that weak, could they?
Even if we assume that these Jiang Kingdom cultivators are truly weak, and their souls have disintegrated due to mental corruption, where did their blood and internal organs go?
We can't let it collapse along with us, can we?

Even if the internal organs can collapse, what about the blood?

The Soul-Eating Captain instinctively sensed something was wrong, but he was unwilling to believe his intuition, mainly because he couldn't believe that they would be exposed and even ambushed by a group of Qi Refining Realm cultivators.

With a flash, the Soul-Eating Captain used the technique of shrinking the earth to an inch to instantly appear at the mountain pass where corpses lay strewn everywhere.

The other six Discipline Black Witches, seeing that their leader had come out, dared not be negligent. They all made hand seals and cast spells, closely following behind the Soul-Eating Captain, and arrived at the corpses scattered on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, they realized that the blood flowing from the wounds of these corpses was fake.

It is a blood-like liquid, combined with magic tricks to create fake blood.

The Soul-Eating Captain glanced at the corpses, then suddenly raised his hand, unleashing a surge of witch energy that dragged two of the nearest corpses directly in front of him.

His other hand swung up at that moment, his sorcery energy coalescing into a blade that sliced ​​the two corpses in half, revealing the mechanical puppets made of bamboo and wood beneath. Simultaneously, human skin peeled off the puppets… Upon closer inspection, it wasn't human skin at all; it was clearly two sheets of paper!

The other six Disciplined Black Witches, witnessing this scene, also cleaved through the surrounding corpses.

"Fake!"

"This one is fake too!"

"It's all fake!"

"Sir, we've been tricked!"

The Soul-Eating Captain's teeth chattered with hatred.

They were actually fooled by a bunch of useless Qi Refining Realm cultivators! If this gets out, they'll lose all face!

The Soul-Eating Captain barely suppressed his anger and roared, "Where are Feng Qi and Xing Ling? How exactly did you keep watch on them? You still have the nerve to boast to me? If anything goes wrong, you'll be beheaded!"

"Sir...sir."

Hua Qi and Wei Song, who were standing to the side, suddenly seemed to see something and were startled. They said in trembling voices, "Feng Qi and Xing Ling... have really come to see you with their heads!"

(End of this chapter)