Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 89 - 68 White Jade City Liang Building Earth Evil Sequence 69 ’Yang Xiu’!

Chapter 89: Chapter 68 White Jade City Liang Building Earth Evil Sequence 69 ’Yang Xiu’!

The night was deep.

Tan Zhang, Fang Dong, and the others were hiding within the bushes woven by Xie Tao using the ’Plant Growth’ technique.

Tan Zhang tilted his ear to listen.

Fang Dong widened his eyes to observe.

Liu Baohua and the other three were watching them.

Before long.

Both of them withdrew their supernatural abilities, and Fang Dong spoke first: "There are ten people on guard, the rest have fallen asleep."

"Judging by the sound of snoring, they seem to be deep asleep."

Tan Zhang also chimed in.

Peng Yan’gui, upon listening, couldn’t hold back and said, "What are we waiting for then? Brother Wood Guardian’s archery is unmatched. First, let’s kill the ones on guard. While the others are sleeping, I’ll quietly sneak in, steal the Spirit Stones, and leave. The mission will be done!"

This time, he was not the main force, but the task rewards were still plentiful—

As long as they successfully obtained the Spirit Stones and handed them over to White Jade City, he could earn twenty points of merit.

During the task, killing one Black Armored Army soldier could earn five points of merit. Killing a deacon could earn two points, killing a protector would bring fifty points. If he managed to kill Mu Junxiong and Hel Mingli by luck, the merit would be as high as several hundred points!

Peng Yan’gui, with little ambition, was content with earning the base twenty points of merit.

"It’s not that simple."

Liu Baohua shook his head and said, "The guards aren’t just the Wusheng Sect’s Black Armored Army; there’s also a Vice Sect Leader and an Elder, both expert masters. If arrows are fired, they will immediately sense it."

Xie Tao pressed his lips together, listening quietly, without speaking.

Peng Yan’gui, on the other hand, grew anxious: "Then what do we do?"

"Such a naive kid!"

Tan Zhang chuckled inwardly but hid it on his face, speaking indifferently: "Wait a bit. Lord Cao Xiu mentioned that experts from Liang Building are involved this time. We just need to stay alert and coordinate closely."

Liu Baohua and Fang Dong listened. Their expressions remained unchanged, clearly aware of this arrangement.

Peng Yan’gui, upon hearing this, slapped his forehead and laughed sheepishly: "Almost forgot."

"Liang Building experts—"

"I wonder what kind of methods they’re employing, keeping everything so mysterious."

Fang Dong showed some curiosity.

He had long known that besides the five world-shifting City Lords, White Jade City boasted twelve buildings, and his ’Yann Building’ was one of them.

Earlier.

Besides ’Liaoo Hua,’ he hadn’t yet met anyone else from the organization.

This time, he saw four in a single go, each with remarkable skills.

Then there was an expert from Liang Building cooperating remotely, which made him excited and curious. He couldn’t help but wonder just how powerful White Jade City truly was.

"Lord Zhang Yan mentioned that our Yann Building is ranked twelfth among White Jade City’s twelve buildings. Liang Building ranks higher than Yann Building, so they must be even more formidable."

Peng Yan’gui, despite his quick embarrassment, quickly moved past it.

"Not necessarily."

"After all, we don’t know what criteria the twelve buildings use to determine their rankings."

Fang Dong shook his head.

Without further speculation, he summoned the ’Thousand-mile Eye’ and looked towards the Wusheng Sect group ten miles away.

Suddenly.

His expression changed drastically: "Someone’s making a move!"

...

Haitang Mountain.

Inside a cave.

Chen Jichuan stood atop the Yin Altar, placing the prepared three-sacrificial offerings on the table, lighting three specially crafted incense sticks, burning seven Five Ghost Talismans, stepping into Gang movements, and chanting ceremoniously: "Today, disciple Chen Jichuan fervently offers a feast of three sacrificial animals, gold and silver treasures, to welcome the Five Ghosts Evil Gods to perform the ritual. The Five Ghosts possess divine skills, drink feasts to dispel calamities, and accept wealth to scatter disasters. Gold and silver treasures are offered to you—for left hand receives wealth for shelter, right hand receives wealth to dispel disasters. I sincerely invite the Enchanting Soul Child, Capturing Soul Boy, and the Scatter Soul Five Ghosts to follow my command. Urgently exit and harvest the souls of Hel Mingli, Mu Junxiong, Shen Sanqian, Zhou Ge... and others within Yellow Stone Gully—scatter their three souls and seven spirits, capture their souls and scatter their spirits, ensuring they cannot live long lives, obliterating their spirits without mercy. I invoke the decree of the Six Convulsions Divine Order with urgent Divine Soldiers as the Law."

This was a summoning ritual.

When the wicked energies across heaven and earth coalesce, the Five Ghosts Evil Gods can be born. With the correct technique and sacrificial offerings, they can be communicated with and summoned for help.

The better the offerings.

The greater the incense flames.

The stronger the summoned Five Ghosts Evil Gods will be.

Chen Jichuan poured out eight hundred units of Source Power in one shot to attract the Five Ghosts Evil Gods—a significant effort. Despite having domesticated Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers, a few tables of exquisite magical feasts still required such an expenditure.

However, the Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers within the Yin Altar were akin to ’personal soldiers,’ available to be commanded at will. The Source Power invested in them acted like furnishing them with armor and weapons, ultimately strengthening oneself.

No matter how much was expended.

He wouldn’t care.

But summoning Five Ghosts Evil Gods from the heavens and earth was akin to hiring mercenaries.

Accepting wealth to exorcise disasters.

Once the exchange was completed.

If one desired further assistance, sacrificial offerings and incense flames would be required again.

Chen Jichuan, worried that his domesticated Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers lacked sufficient strength, spared no expense in summoning allies.

The incantation for the summoning ritual was uttered.

Immediately ’Enchanting Soul Child,’ ’Capturing Soul Boy,’ and ’Scatter Soul Five Ghosts’ descended onto the altar, listening to Chen Jichuan’s commands and transforming into ghostly energy, rushing straight towards Yellow Stone Gully.

"The heavens are clear; the earth is swift—command the Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers with sealing orders. With divine powers, traversing countless miles, pursue and capture desecrators of heaven..."

Chen Jichuan promptly sacrificed the ’Summoning Soldiers Talisman,’ commanding the Yin Altar’s Five Ghosts and Yin Soldiers to follow in the steps of Enchanting Soul Child, Capturing Soul Boy, and Scatter Soul Five Ghosts.

They also dashed towards Yellow Stone Gully.

...

"We’re here."

Tan Zhang, Fang Dong, and the other five arrived near the Wusheng Sect transport team.

Peering ahead, they saw the previously alert ten guards either collapsed on the ground or leaning against trees, but none of them had their eyes open—appearing as though they’d fallen unconscious.

"Was it a poison master?"

Tan Zhang covered his nose, his eyes full of vigilance.

Peng Yan’gui, however, was overwhelmingly excited, whispering, "It must be the work of the Liang Building expert. The opportunity is too rare; I’ll go get the Spirit Stones first. You all, big brothers, monitor the situation. Once I have the Spirit Stones, if we can manage to kill a few Wusheng Sect members while we’re at it, we’ll earn plenty of merit."

Peng Yan’gui was braver than most.

Seeing the Black Armored Night Watchers unconscious, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity. With a quick step, he dashed towards the Wusheng Sect team.

"Be careful."

Xie Tao softly reminded, his voice barely audible to himself. Sweat drenched his clenched hands.

Among the group.

Liu Baohua had the most experience—he had already secured the best sniper position, bowstring taut, arrow readied. Focused and composed, he surveyed the scene.

Any disturbance wouldn’t escape his eyes. He could release his shots instantly—so accurate that even a Sixth-Grade Master caught off guard would struggle to evade.

Fang Dong was similarly tense.

With his Thousand-mile Eye activated, he carefully monitored the scene.

Tan Zhang was no exception.

His ears were heightened to sensitivity, capable of catching even the faintest sound of a falling needle.

Step, step, step!

Peng Yan’gui’s footsteps were light and quick.

He originally possessed the abnormal skill ’Swift Movement,’ giving him unmatched speed. After joining White Jade City, he learned the ’Land Flying Skill,’ augmenting his speed again, making him faster than even a Sixth-Grade Master.

His steps were swift yet soundless.

He advanced directly towards a burly man ahead.

Before arriving.

Tan Zhang had listened with his Sharp-Hearing Ear, confirming this was none other than the Wusheng Sect’s Vice Sect Leader Hel Mingli. Fang Dong’s Thousand-mile Eye affirmed as well. Next to Hel Mingli lay several cloth sacks, their cords tightly tied, gripped fast in his hand.

Even in deep sleep, he didn’t let go.

Peng Yan’gui got closer.

Left looking, right glancing. He retrieved a small, intricate pair of scissors from his coat, snipped all five cords short, and collected the five bags.

"Got them!"

Peng Yan’gui was ecstatic.

Opening a bag to inspect its contents, he found rugged, irregular stones resembling the description given by Lord Zhang Yan. Confirming these to be the Spirit Stones, he instantly turned to flee.

Suddenly, he paused.

Turning his head to look at Hel Mingli sleeping soundly, a mad idea surged to his mind. His eyes fell upon Hel Mingli’s Goose Wing Blade. Gritting his teeth, he set down the Spirit Stones, grabbed the Goose Wing Blade, aimed precisely, and struck down on Hel Mingli’s forehead with brutal force.

"Die!"

The strike was swift and ferocious.

Fresh blood sprayed everywhere, splashing onto Peng Yan’gui’s face.

At a glance.

Hel Mingli’s half-mangled visage looked like it might detach entirely—a horrifying sight. Even more terrifying, the strike seemed to have woken him. His bloodied eyes sprung open, glaring straight at Peng Yan’gui.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Die! Die!"

Screaming internally, Peng Yan’gui swung the blade two more times.

Not pausing to check if Hel Mingli was dead, he hastily grabbed the Spirit Stones and bolted.

Through it all.

Neither Mu Junxiong, the accompanying Protectors, Deacons, nor the fifty Black Armored Army soldiers stirred.

"Huff, huff!"

"Run, run, run!"

Peng Yan’gui dared not return to the hiding spot with Tan Zhang and the others. Picking a random direction, he dashed into the dense forest without pause.

Outside.

Tan Zhang, Fang Dong, Xie Tao, and even Liu Baohua perched atop a tree, watched the scene in shock.

Hel Mingli!

Vice Sect Leader of Wusheng Sect, known as ’Sky Shattering Cannon,’ a dignified Seventh-Grade Innate Master—just like that, his belongings were stolen, and he was attacked by a mere fledgling?!

It felt surreal.

Tan Zhang and Fang Dong’s mouths were agape.

Xie Tao’s heart pounded wildly.

As the three froze in disbelief.

A sudden ’whizz,’ and an arrow streaked through the air.

"Whoa—"

"I—"

Covered in blood, Hel Mingli staggered to his feet, eyes glaring, mouth split in two and incapable of speech. Only muffled sounds of suppressed pain and tension escaped his throat.

That piercing cry painfully resonated.

The agony was palpable.

Hel Mingli rose, teetering, leaning towards the figure beside him.

It was—

Whizz!

An arrow, swift as lightning, pierced Hel Mingli’s throat.

The arrow struck true.

Thud!

Hel Mingli’s glaring eyes widened, his hands clutching his mutilated face, dragged back several steps by the force of the arrow before being pinned lifelessly against a fir tree.

There was no saving him.

"Wood Guardian!"

Liu Baohua’s shot jolted Tan Zhang and the others awake.

Fang Dong’s eyes flashed greedily as he gripped his steel knife, his gaze drawn to the unconscious followers of Wusheng Sect, especially Mu Junxiong, igniting a fiery desire.

Mu Junxiong’s life was worth two hundred points of merit.

One strike.

And it’d be secured.

The simplicity was baffling.

He abruptly stood, stepping closer in resolve.

"Merit!"

Tan Zhang watched Fang Dong’s movements, retreating a step to gauge the situation.

As for Xie Tao.

After momentary shock and glee, his small face flushed with excitement—not considering murder, he turned to leave.

The task was merely to retrieve the Spirit Stones.

With the Spirit Stones in Peng Yan’gui’s possession, the task was complete.

Xie Tao remained timid and unambitious.

Focused solely on meeting up with Peng Yan’gui and concluding the mission, ensuring he received his twenty points of merit without problem.

Everything else was irrelevant.

Fang Dong was greedy.

Tan Zhang exercised caution.

Liu Baohua, confident in his skills, relentlessly maintained control. After definitively shooting down Hel Mingli, he didn’t cease. As Fang Dong moved against Mu Junxiong, Liu Baohua let loose a second arrow directly targeting Mu Junxiong’s throat.

If it hit, it would be fatal.

Liu Baohua, with absolute confidence in his archery, knew the fixed targets were practically assured.

However, just then.

Mu Junxiong, as if sensing danger, abruptly opened his eyes. Without even glancing at the arrow, his hands pressed firmly against the clean wooden board beneath him, propelling him into an agile leap while loudly shouting: "Enemy attack!"

At that moment.

Not only did he narrowly evade the deadly arrow, but his cry woke every Protector, Deacon, Black Armored Army soldier, and laborer.

"Eh?"

Liu Baohua, witnessing Mu Junxiong’s escape, muttered in surprise.

He noticed that the arrow had inexplicably stalled in mid-air, as though grabbed by something, allowing Mu Junxiong to narrowly evade death.

Now hiding behind a tree.

To shoot again would require a shift in angle.

But with fifty Black Armored Army soldiers watching like hawks, equipped with forceful bows and arrows, already forming battle formations.

Outmatched.

Liu Baohua dared not act recklessly.

Reluctantly, he shot down two unknown targets, perhaps Deacons or Protectors, then promptly turned around and vanished.

As for Fang Dong and Tan Zhang.

Once Mu Junxiong sounded the alarm, they immediately bolted.

Facing the dark forest.

The Wusheng Sect team dared not pursue too deep. Mu Junxiong’s fair face, splattered with dirt, under normal circumstances would have been intolerable to him. But having brushed against death, he couldn’t concern himself.

His eyes stared into the darkness, his heart pounding. Glancing at the mutilated Hel Mingli, fear surged in his heart, his mind replaying the figures in the shadows—

"White Jade City."

"Liang Building Earth Evil Series’ Sixty-Ninth ’Yangg Xi’!"

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