Witch Wind

Chapter 403 The Great Li Holy Dynasty (Part 2)

Xing Tianli and the others couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, their expressions changing drastically.

Along their journey, they encountered hundreds of small worlds, many of which were in a state of ignorance. When they launched conflicts, they had mobilized hundreds of billions of their own species.

But those ethnic groups, they don't look very human.

Many groups of people were originally insects. After Xing Tianli taught them various Taoist arts and secret techniques, leading them to ignite the flame of civilization and begin formal cultivation, some of their groups had real immortal-level beings. Only then did they gradually develop human-like forms from being large insects, wild beasts, or other strange creatures.

Billions of insects, even if they fight to the death and blood flows like rivers, are still just insects.

You might feel disgusted, but you won't be shocked.

And in front of you.

Those scoundrels from Jiangdong brazenly used thousands of large transport ships to directly transport billions of tiny, three-foot-tall people!

These little figures are only three feet tall, and their waists are not even as thick as Xing Tianli's wrist... They look so slender and petite, but their figures, their appearances, and even the soul light emanating from their minds are no different from those of ordinary people from the Nine Provinces!
They are the scaled-down version of the Kyushu 'human race'!

Billions of tiny figures, covering the sky like dark clouds, formed the simplest square military formation, wielding various small weapons and shouting as they charged towards Xing Tianli and his companions.

Xing Tianli's face twitched; he didn't know what to do.

To carry out the killing?
With his current strength, billions of little people would turn to ashes in the blink of an eye. The highest cultivation level among these beings was only Earth Immortal, and there were probably fewer than 100,000 Earth Immortals in total. The rest of the little people were all minor cultivators at the Refining Essence into Qi, Refining Qi into Spirit, Refining Spirit into Emptiness, and Refining Emptiness into Dao realm!

Compared to the proper humans of the Nine Provinces, these little people are small in stature and weak in essence. Even if they cultivate to the same level, their strength is several times, or even dozens of times, weaker than human immortals of the same level!
Their combat strength is negligible and not worth mentioning!
Xing Tianli opened his eyes, unleashing a burst of azure divine light. He stared wide-eyed at the tiny figures—their aura was pure and clear, without any impurities. These tiny figures were 'good people'. They were not those ignorant insect swarms, nor those ferocious beasts; they were flesh-and-blood, living, breathing, and intelligent 'people'!
They are good people.

They are free from sin and guilt. Many of them possess such pure aura that they have never even had blood on their hands since birth!

There's no way to deal with such a little guy!
Ran Min shook his head. If it were billions of burly, strong men, over ten feet tall, and exuding an aura of tan, rushing up at him, Ran Min would have happily charged forward... But these little people, even Ran Min couldn't bring himself to do it!

"These are cowards from Jiangdong!" Ran Min roared fiercely, "I despise them!"

Amidst the roar of a large warship, a deep, booming sound soared into the sky, like a tiger's roar echoing through the mountains, making everyone's ears ring: "You Jiangdong rat? Which woman's crotch wasn't properly covered, allowing a bastard like you to be unleashed?"

Ran Min was stunned.

That bastard used incredibly filthy and vulgar language.

A burly man, nearly two zhang tall, with dark skin all over his body, bare-chested, and with dozens of gruesome scars on his rough skin resembling enormous centipedes, twisting and writhing, looking quite ferocious, with a purple aura rising from his head and a three-section broadsword tightly gripped in both hands, roared out of a large ship.

Behind the giant man stood three thousand soldiers, each over ten feet tall, dressed as savages, wearing leopard-print leather armor, wielding rattan shields and curved swords, shouting and behaving with extreme ferocity.

The man wielding a large sword shouted fiercely, "Zhou Tai, the Tiger General of Jiangdong and Prince of Lingyang of Eastern Wu, is here! You bastard, come on, let me cut you three thousand times!"

Ran Min laughed wildly, brandished his weapon, and charged forward.

"Zhou Tai, so you're Zhou Tai? Heh, this green umbrella is quite nice." Ran Min laughed wildly, sweeping his halberd and axe horizontally, leaving two streaks of blood-red light that illuminated the void for tens of thousands of miles around.

Zhou Tai swung his broadsword fiercely forward, a deep and heavy black aura crashing into Ran Min's weapon.

There was a loud bang.

Flames shot into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Tai and Ran Min clashed violently a hundred thousand times. Apart from Xing Tianli, no one else present could see their movements clearly. Then, a loud roar was heard, and Zhou Tai's left arm was severed at the shoulder. Blood splattered as he staggered backward, his dark face turning slightly pale, revealing an expression of disbelief.

Ran Min laughed wildly: "Zhou Tai, you are far inferior to Dian Wei."

Zhou Tai was furious: "Bullshit, bullshit! It stinks to high heaven!"

Blood surged as Zhou Tai's arm flew back to his shoulder with a 'bang'. He inhaled sharply, and the flesh around the wound writhed, trying to forcefully heal his arm.

However, a wisp of Ran Min's blood energy clung to the wound. No matter how Zhou Tai urged his essence and blood energy, the wound kept hissing. Ran Min's blood sea demonic energy was like a maggot clinging to his bone, slowly corroding his flesh and blood, making it difficult for Zhou Tai to reattach his arm.

Zhou Tai's expression changed.

From the rear transport ship, a man who looked simple and gentle, like an old farmer in the countryside, but whose eyes were extremely bright, shining like two small suns, quietly stepped out.

The man held a bamboo scroll in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Brave warrior, may I ask your name? You seem to be a descendant of my Nine Provinces, but I don't think I've ever seen you before?"

The bamboo scroll in the man's hand emitted a stream of blue light, which landed on Zhou Tai's severed arm.

Then, a series of hissing sounds filled the air as Ran Min's wisp of blood sea demonic energy was rapidly consumed, while Zhou Tai's arm was engulfed in black energy, instantly healing and restoring his full combat power.

Zhou Tai let out a strange laugh, and the three thousand barbarian-style armored soldiers behind him shouted in unison, all unleashing the aura of the early Taiyi stage.

Three thousand Taiyi formed a small array. Zhou Tai's azure umbrella rose into the air, transforming into a blue dragon that plunged into the array, becoming its core. The array's aura merged with Zhou Tai's, causing black energy to permeate his body and his aura to surge dramatically.

"Come, I was careless just now and fell for your tricks. Now, I'll carefully consider your abilities!" Zhou Tai laughed wildly, his amber eyes gleaming with a fierce light, and faint black energy rising from them.

Ran Min cursed at him.

Zhou Tai is utterly unworthy of his illustrious reputation in history books... He actually ordered three thousand followers to form a battle formation to confront Ran Min? Ha, what a tiger general he is!

Xing Tianli coughed lightly and waved his hand.

Then, a deep whistling sound rose into the sky, and from the Tower of Creation, 36,000 Red Hare horses galloped out, each riding an avatar of Xiang Liang.

Having undergone the trials of hundreds of worlds in the chaos and refined the Heavenly Dao of hundreds of worlds, Xing Tianli's cultivation level soared, and the Tongtian Creation Tower also received tremendous blessings. To give just one example, the 'fine' and 'general' level combat puppets in the Tongtian Creation Tower can now have the cultivation level of a Great Luo.

The ordinary soldiers created within the Tower of Creation can all maintain a stable cultivation level at the mid-stage of Taiyi. Some soldiers with powerful bloodlines and outstanding talents can even maintain their cultivation level at the late-stage of Taiyi, or even the peak of Taiyi.

Xiang Liang's bloodline is clearly extraordinary; he shares the same bloodline as that Overlord.

These 36,000 Xiang Liang clones all reached the peak of the Taiyi realm. They rushed out of the Tower of Creation and instantly set up a 'Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation' in the void. This was one of the most infamous immortal formations of the Jie Sect during the ancient primordial era.

In an instant, mist rose in the void, creating a hazy and indistinct scene. In the void, a yellow river flowed silently, winding and turning, giving rise to endless mysteries. Xing Tianli had obtained the inheritance of a sage. Although he had only demonstrated one-tenth of the mysteries of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, this one-tenth of its power was enough to easily trap a quasi-sage.

However, Xing Tianli did not fully deploy the great formation.

Zhou Tai used three thousand followers to bully Ran Min, so Xing Tianli directly amplified the power of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation onto Ran Min.

Ran Min laughed wildly, his aura erupting like a volcano, instantly crushing the battle power brought by Zhou Tai's formation. In the void, it was as if an ancient ferocious beast appeared out of thin air, and Zhou Tai became a pitiful little white rabbit under the beast's claws!
"Zhou Tai, the Prince of Lingyang? Heh, weren't you originally the Marquis of Lingyang? Your treatment has improved, hasn't it?" Ran Min sneered. "Come on, come on, come on, let's have another fair fight!"

Zhou Tai's face was pitch black.

The gentle and unassuming middle-aged man's once calm and composed face had become wrinkled.

Zhou Tai's "Hundred Yue Tiger Army" was a renowned top-tier military force in this region of the universe, among the four powers of Shu Han, Cao Wei, Sun Wu, and Sima Jin. Among these four powers, the overall combat strength of these three thousand Hundred Yue Tiger Army soldiers ranked at least in the top ten.

Aside from Cao Wei's Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and Shu Han's White-eared Soldiers.

Apart from the Northern Guards under Xie Xuan of the Sima family.

Leaving aside the Mengde Tiger Guards under the command of Dian Wei and Xu Chu, and the few personal guards such as the three hundred swordsmen around a certain second master, Zhou Tai's three thousand Taiyi Realm Tiger Army were truly unrivaled and unrestrained.

But Xing Tianli threw out 36,000 Taiyi!
Thirty-six thousand elite armored soldiers at the Taiyi Perfection Realm!
What's even more terrifying is that these 36,000 elite armored soldiers at the Taiyi Perfection Realm all wore identical armor and rode identical mounts... That's fine, as long as you have money, you can piece together identical armor and mounts.

However, these 36,000 armored soldiers all looked exactly alike, with identical noses, eyebrows, mouths, and beards—every detail was exactly the same!
This is like a nightmare!
The middle-aged man let out a long howl, waved his sleeve, and shouted sharply, "Retreat!"

Zhou Tai paused for a moment, then grunted and completely ignored Ran Min's challenge, turning around and leaving with his three thousand Tiger Army soldiers.

Meanwhile, Lü Meng, who had just received a large number of reinforcements and was preparing to severely damage the army commanded by Ma Su and Ma Liang, heard the middle-aged man's shout and turned around anxiously, calling out, "Commander... uh!"

Lu Meng, dressed in white, suddenly narrowed his eyes as he was horrified to see the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation array laid out by Xing Tianli.

Lu Meng stopped wasting words. With a wave of his banner, clouds and mist appeared out of thin air, and a vast, surging river appeared in the void. All his soldiers disappeared into the clouds and mist on the river in an instant, with faint white sails visible. In the blink of an eye, Lu Meng's army had traveled tens of thousands of miles.

Xing Tianli raised his eyebrows.

Interesting, interesting, truly interesting! Lu Meng's crossing the river in white robes has actually been transformed into such an interesting supernatural ability.
Xing Tianli waved his hand, and 36,000 Xiang Liang clones hung up their long halberds, drew their powerful bows, pulled out long arrows, and unleashed a barrage of arrows at the white sails.

The arrow pierced the air with a sharp, tearing sound.

As the arrows drew near the vast river unleashed by Lü Meng, their originally powerful arrows, capable of severely injuring a Taiyi Grandmaster, inexplicably lost ninety-nine percent of their killing force.

The arrows fell limply into the long river. Lu Meng's Dharma form rose from the river, and with a wave of his sleeve, 36,000 fine arrows forged from spirit gold were drawn into it. Lu Meng, having gained the upper hand, smiled and bowed to Xing Tianli, saying, "A generous gift indeed, this humble general is unworthy of it… Haha, no need for further gifts, no need…"

Having taken advantage of the situation, why are you acting innocent?
Xing Tianli let out a strange laugh and shouted sharply, "You think you're worthy to go up against Lord Guan?"

With a loud shout, Xing Tianli's Heavenly Bamboo suddenly flew out, a sharp sword light piercing through the void and arriving in front of Lü Meng in the blink of an eye. Lü Meng's expression changed drastically. White waves surged around him, and white sails stretched endlessly, like a vast expanse of white clouds rising up, blocking Xing Tianli's sword light.

Amidst the sound of tearing silk, a bloodcurdling scream rang out as the sword light transformed from the Heavenly Bamboo cleaved through the white waves, ripped open the white sails, and pierced through Lü Meng's chest.

The sword flashed back, and Xing Tianli grabbed the Tongtian Miaozhu, lightly flicked the bamboo joint with his fingers, and sighed, "Well, I actually softened... Heh, after all, he is a person with a name in the history books, Wu Xia Ameng, Wu Xia Ameng... I can't bring myself to do it."

The sword light pierced through Lü Meng's chest, damaging his lungs but not fatally.

Moreover, it was just a common penetrating wound. Xing Tianli did not use any of the terrifying killing techniques from the Tongtian Sword Dao. If he had used them, the sword energy and sword intent would have lingered in the wound, and Lu Meng's sword wound would not have healed without three to five thousand years of suffering.

However, this sword strike had already terrified Lü Meng. He desperately activated his supernatural powers, causing long waves to roll and white sails to surge. In the silence, a large fog obscured his army.

Zhou Tai had already vanished without a trace.

Only the simple and honest middle-aged man, holding a bamboo slip, slowly retreated to hold off Zhou Tai, Lü Meng, and the others.

Xing Tianli stared intently at the middle-aged man: "Commander?"

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled: "Lu..."

Xing Tianli laughed: "Grand Commander Lu Su?"

Lu Su took several dozen steps back, smiling and nodding: "Does the Daoist know my name? I am ashamed, ashamed... Ah, where do you come from, Daoist? What brings you here? Why do you associate with Shu Han..."

Lu Su's gaze swept over the 36,000 clones of Xiang Liang—it was unbelievable! 36,000 identical Taiyi Perfection Realm warriors... plus Ran Min, who severed Zhou Tai's arm in the blink of an eye... This combination was terrifying.

Xing Tianli swayed and appeared beside Lu Su. His palm gently broke through the not-so-tough protective immortal light on Lu Su's body and placed on his shoulder: "Well, leave something behind before you go. Just now, General Dian Wei also left more than a dozen large characters for this humble Taoist."

Xing Tianli pulled out a large calligraphy scroll left by Dian Wei and waved it at Lu Su: "Hey, you Eastern Wu people have never been known for your martial virtues, so, Grand Commander, you should leave something behind... Uh, this jade pendant on your waist is made of perfect jade, warm and lustrous, and the carving is exquisite. Its shape is simple yet grand. Why not leave it to me as a greeting gift?"

Xing Tianli smiled broadly: "Your Lu Meng also stole 36,000 of my arrows!"

Zhang Bao, Zhang Lan, Zhang Zhu, Ma Su, Ma Liang, and others led their armies to meet them. From all directions, the astonishingly large army of three-foot-tall little men brought by Lu Su and Zhou Tai, having lost their generals and possessing weak strength, were all knocked unconscious by a wisp of blood energy released by Ran Min, floating silently in the air.

Lu Su smiled wryly and shook his head helplessly.

In front of Zhang Bao and others, enduring the sarcasm and ridicule from Zhang Lan and Zhang Zhu, two younger men, Lu Su took out his writing tools and, at Xing Tianli's request, diligently wrote three thousand large characters!
Even with Lu Su's superb cultivation and lightning-fast writing speed, after finishing writing these three thousand large characters stroke by stroke, a trace of unbearable embarrassment and disarray appeared on Lu Su's face.

Lu Su is gone.

Xing Tianli let him go.

Zhang Bao and the others did not object—Lu Su was a kind and honest man with an excellent reputation, and the people of Shu Han had no intention of making things difficult for him—however, Lu Su left in a very sorry state because Lü Meng, having taken advantage of him, still acted as if he was innocent. Lu Su left all his odds and ends, several jade pendants, a few personal trinkets, and even his most beloved inkstone, as a gift to Xing Tianli!

Lu Su left, practically cursing.

Even Lu Su, a kind and honest elder, couldn't take it anymore—they'd been robbed by bandits!

In the void, billions of tiny figures floated silently. Xing Tianli frowned as he looked at these tiny figures, while Zhang Bao and the others looked at them with delight: "In Eastern Wu, they are just the lowest slaves... Perfect, sending them to our encampment will replenish the population under our rule."

Xing Tianli was relieved; Liu Bei's reputation for benevolence was reassuring.

These little people, even if their lives were terrible after being sent to Liu Bei's territory, wouldn't be worse than being cannon fodder in Eastern Wu—minor cultivators at the Refining Essence Qi Transformation stage were sent to battlefields where Taiyi, Daluo, and even Quasi-Saint level beings were participating.

The actions of the Eastern Wu were truly outrageous and ruthless.

Xing Tianli and Zhang Bao were counting the number of the captured children when, from the direction of Bai Luanxing behind them, more than a dozen technological warships spewed long streams of particle light and sped toward them at nearly half the speed of light.

The warship came to a hasty stop, and dozens of tiny figures clad in protective soft armor rushed out aggressively.

What are you doing?

"What?"

"These prisoners should rightfully be taken in, reorganized, and settled by my Great Li Holy Dynasty... What do you intend to do with them?"

These insignificant beings, whose cultivation was merely at the Earth Immortal or Heaven Immortal level, actually approached Zhang Bao and the others, taking advantage of their kindness and pointing their fingers at them while loudly scolding and shouting.

Zhang Bao and the others, though their faces showed anger, spoke gently and smiled at these little people!
Xing Tianli's face darkened.

Ran Min's face turned ashen.

The three women, including Liu Jing, stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Black Lizard and Bell Girl shook their heads, unsure of what to say.

Is this the mighty and extraordinary Great Li Dynasty?

(End of this chapter)