I, who was stabbed to death by Alloy Lu Bu, transmigrated into the Star Soul General

Let's rewind a moment...

Huyanbao, underground of a limestone volcano.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

Hu Yankong and his two companions rode a heat-resistant elevator to the bottom floor, where an incredibly hot sea of ​​magma lay below, with only a special iron mesh separating them.

"You two wait here."

After saying that, Huyan Kong walked towards the lotus-shaped castle in the center of the volcano.

"Yes!" Huyan Gong and Huyan Cai replied respectfully.

Upon entering Lotus Castle, one is greeted by a sea of ​​fire, within which blooms a lotus platform, upon which sits a 'young' woman wearing a red veil, her red robes flaming like flames.

"A-Kong has come to pay his respects to Ninth Sister." Hu Yankong stopped and bowed before the sea of ​​fire.

"Oh? It's the patriarch's younger brother?"

The woman in the red robe stood up, and the sea of ​​fire rose up as a result. "You look so much older..."

Hu Yanwei's age is a huge mystery; he is at the seventh level of the Saint rank.

The Origin Star Soul will be Nezha's current host.

"Alas," Huyan Kong sighed, "My brother is only at the Heavenly Rank. No matter how strong he is, he still only has a mortal body, and his lifespan is no more than a hundred years. Naturally, he cannot withstand the passage of time..."

"...I wonder if there has been any progress in your seclusion this time, sister?"

“Over the years, I have only managed to stabilize my cultivation by absorbing the power of this lava, hoping to break through before my lifespan runs out…” Hu Yanwei raised his 'jade hand' clad in black gloves, his expression slightly complicated.

"...It's difficult, almost hopeless..."

"Ninth Sister, please don't worry. There might still be a chance. My grandson has obtained the legendary divine relic, which might help you break through your critical stage..."

"Hopefully... but we should still prepare for the worst... let's choose the next candidate to be Nezha's patron in advance..."

Those whose lifespan is nearing its end may face the risk of sudden death if they pass on their primordial star soul.

"Ninth Sister, this...this is absolutely impossible!" Hu Yankong's pupils constricted, and cold sweat dripped down his face, hissing as it fell into the lava. "The Hu Yan family still can't do without you..."

"It's alright. Even if my physical body decays, relying on the power of the Spirit Pearl, I can still use that [Lotus Incarnation] to forcibly remain in the world for a period of time, enough to protect the next generation of Nezha's descendants as they grow..."

"By the way, that kid Ah Xing accidentally helped you find this lost magical artifact while searching for the remains of a god..."

After saying that, Hu Yanjun displayed the image of the [Dragon Subduing Cone].

Swish! !

"Dragon-Subduing Cone?!"

In an instant, Hu Yanwei was shocked. He jumped off the lotus platform and approached his younger brother in a flash, shaking his shoulder, "Where did he get this from?"

"Forehead…"

This startled Hu Yankong, who, with snot running down his face, recounted the whole story in detail, “￥%@&*…”

"...Has Xinghun found Ao Bing's next destined partner?"

After learning the reason, Hu Yanwei was lost in memories.

That powerful figure…

Finally, someone has taken over...?

In the flashback, Nezha, wielding the Dragon-Subduing Cone, suppressed the previous Ao Bing's guardian, Lan Ao.

"Brother Lan'ao... I'm sorry..."

Lan Ao lowered his head, enduring the onslaught of dark red lightning. "It's alright, I don't blame you. This is all a cycle of cause and effect. I killed your uncles and brothers back then, and now you've taken my life. It's only right..."

"Xiao Wei, I only ask you to promise me one last thing... Please... please do it for me..."

call-

Recalling this moment, Hu Yanwei gracefully ascended into the air, her beautiful legs in black stockings fully exposed, showing an air of impending departure. "Ah Kong, is Ao Bing's Shinjuku person still in Sand Sculpture City?"

"Ah... they probably haven't left yet..."

"open!!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Yanwei shouted loudly and mobilized his soul power.

The entire Lotus Castle trembled, and the ceiling slowly opened, just like a blooming lotus flower.

"Ninth... Ninth Sister... What are you doing?" Hu Yankong asked anxiously. "Your body shouldn't be moved around too much... This will accelerate the depletion of your lifespan..."

“Star Soul…”

However, Hu Yanwei seemed oblivious, silently circulating his soul power, "Construct!!"

"There's no time to explain, I have to go out!"

As the sea of ​​fire rose, the Primordial Star Soul instantly conjured Nezha, who, riding on his Wind and Fire Wheels, transformed into a beam of fiery light that shot out from the volcano.

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whoosh-

A streak of light flashed, and the Emperor Steed descended from the sky.

"Hey, Lao Song..." Lü Fengxian stepped down, leaning against the Emperor Steed, "...You're here! I've been looking for you for ages! I finally found you. You have no idea, when the secret realm ended, for some reason they threw me somewhere else..."

(I just finished discussing the plan with Mr. Xu, what exactly do you want by calling me here? And what do you mean the plan has changed?)

At the same time, he secretly transmitted his voice to Qinglong.

This is the power of shared-origin consciousness data.

Through special connections, telepathic communication is possible, regardless of distance. Furthermore, with system modifications, communication can bypass the local star network and directly utilize the [Skynet] for communication.

Of course, the system is also shared.

However, the same item or machine cannot be used at the same time.

(Huang Miaoyin is all set. There's no need to force the Sword Saint's wife into marriage with troops anymore. Just follow the normal procedures and bring people to propose. Hmm... Also, it seems like 'I'm going to become Old Master Xu's future uncle.)

(I understand. So what did you call me here for?)

(Your mission is to go to Sand Sculpture City with Lao Song and make as much money as possible, while Kunzai and I will try to recruit the Southern Wilderness Demon Clan and create chaos to cover for you.)

(Okay, I understand.)

It may seem like the transmission of sound takes a long time, but in reality it only lasts a moment.

"Old Lu... how did you recognize me?" Lao Song walked to his side and asked softly.

“It’s simple, just by your aura and appearance,” Lü Fengxian shrugged, then fiddled with Lao Song’s hairstyle. “Besides… your hairstyle hasn’t changed, who can you fool with this disguise?”

After a pause, he asked, "By the way... who's that green-haired guy?"

"I don't know. One minute he's a Taihe mercenary, the next he's some kind of merman clan ancestor. Everything about him is strange. It's best to be careful." Lao Song said with a hint of apprehension.

He continued, "What's most infuriating is... he swindled me out of millions!"

“Hey, speaking of money…” Lü Fengxian stroked her chin, then held up a finger, “When are you going to pay back the one hundred million you owe me?”

"Uh……"

Upon hearing this, Lao Song opened his mouth, but said nothing.

After pondering for a while, he finally spoke: "How about this, let's go and make a big one, split it 70/30, you get 70% and I get 30%, that way we can consider it paying off the debt, okay?"

"Sure, no problem at all."

"Then let's go!"

And so, Lao Song and Lü Fengxian each made their own concealment talismans and began doing Lao Liu's dirty work.

"Ancestor!"

At this moment, Lan Kun knelt down again, his tone almost pleading, "Uncle Li, who is also my guard, may have fallen into the hands of Sand Sculpture City. I want to go and rescue him..."

"Let's go together."

"Yes!"

"Ancestor, where is Lan Zha?"

"It's buried in the sand. We'll dig it up when we get back."

at the same time…

Mai Family, third basement level.

Demon Clan Imprisonment Area.

The floor was old and dimly lit, with only a few torches casting a faint glow.

The atmosphere was filled with an extremely oppressive feeling.

The centaur tribe, the white fox tribe, the cat-eared tribe, and other demon tribes suffered the torment of shackles and the punishment of whips, leaving them all covered in wounds, some old and scabbed, others fresh and bleeding.

"Wabi Babu..."

However, Lan Li is different from the demon race. As a citizen of Longhai Kingdom, she can be considered to have someone backing her. Although she was beaten black and blue, her fate was much better than that of the demon race.

In the deepest part of the prison cell.

"Pah!" Bai Moxuan spat out a mouthful of blood. One of his fox ears stood up, while the other drooped. His body was covered in wounds, and his aura was weak, but his gaze remained resolute.

Thump, thump...

Just then, a messenger ran up and said, "The general has ordered that the bandits will launch a night attack tonight. Everyone is to take turns eating and resting now. After dark, everyone will be in position and on high alert!"

"Yes!"

"Then... what about these demon slaves that Young Master Tie wants?" A guard with dark circles under his eyes pointed to several cells behind him. "If they get accidentally injured, it'll be difficult to explain to Young Master Tie..."

"Never mind that, General Jin's orders are the priority!"

"Yes!"

PS: After much thought, the story of the Huyan family cannot be skipped, as it relates to two foreshadowing elements.