Above the Great Dao
Chapter 362 - 181: Cutting Down the Mountain, Destroying the Clan (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 362: Chapter 181: Cutting Down the Mountain, Destroying the Clan (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

With that exhalation of True Qi, the various iron swords, iron sabers, and iron nails in the basket transformed into different birds and soared from the basket with flapping wings!

The saber became a skylark, the sword a shrike, and the iron nails kingfishers.

Chen Shi’s sleeves fluttered as one yellow talisman after another also transformed into orioles, flying toward the Taiping Sect’s gate.

Cold Mountain Wanderer’s heart skipped a beat, "Indeed, it’s my Spell!"

At that moment, the Divine Beasts guarding the mountain gate and the disciples on night duty looked up only to see a flock of birds flying overhead, none of them stopping it.

At night, when Evil Spirits roamed freely, it was common for flocks of birds to startle and take flight; some birds were nocturnal, hunting in the night.

Such occurrences were quite common.

A kingfisher perched on a branch near one of those disciples, leisurely preening its feathers.

The night-watch disciple glanced at it, then looked away.

Suddenly, the kingfisher transformed into an iron nail, flying like lightning, and with a ’pfft’, it pierced through the night-watch disciple’s left temple and exited through the right, bringing with it a spray of blood.

The iron nail ’thwacked’ into the ground, burying itself a dozen feet deep before exhausting its momentum and halting.

The night-watch disciple felt some warmth by his ear, reached up to touch it, and then the world spun as he collapsed.

At the same moment he fell, two orioles landed on the Divine Beast Stone Statues guarding the mountain gate.

The two Divine Beasts seemed to sense something amiss, turned their heads to look at the night-watch disciple, and seeing him topple, their eyes bulged. They immediately attempted to roar to alarm the entire mountain, but just as they opened their mouths, the orioles turned into two talismans and stuck to the Divine Beast Stone Statues – they were immobilization charms!

The two Divine Beast Stone Statues were frozen, their divine semblance locked in place, unable to move.

Their eyes rolled wildly as they watched helplessly the birds flying toward the Taiping Sect up the mountain.

The alarm was broken.

Chen Shi stepped forward to the mountain gate of the Taiping Sect, passing through it with the wooden cart and Black Pot following him up the mountain.

Chen Shi’s consciousness was tied to these birds, his perspective that of the birds, every detail visible along the way.

This moment was the most crucial period of the day for the Taiping Sect.

This was the time when the spirits guarding the Underworld Swamp were deep in slumber, the best moment to steal the Resurrection Lotus.

The Taiping Sect had not many disciples, only fifty-seven, plus the Sect Leader Peng Wanshan, making fifty-eight in total.

There were also twenty-four servants.

"Those who frequently walk the night fear ghosts."

Eleven servants, working in pairs, carried giant buckets of blood while joking with each other, "There must be plenty of ghosts in our Taiping Sect!"

The overseeing old servant’s expression was stern, "Silence, the masters do not like noise."

The blood in the buckets was from some mutant beasts, with a heavy, almost pungent, stench.

They dragged the blood buckets to the altar, where stone slabs were laid out below, carved with various strange talisman patterns. These ten servants dragged the blood buckets over, pouring the blood onto each talisman pattern. The blood flowed through the carved grooves, filling up all the grooves after a while.

At this moment, fourteen disciples who had cultivated to the Golden Core stage were guarding the altar, each seated in the shrine atop the altar, each invoking a Golden Core and preparing to cast a spell.

They had their Golden Cores suspended above their heads, their demeanors solemn, resembling deities.

Once the blood filled the grooves, some children pulled up boats, carrying buckets of blood, retracing the talisman lines on the boats.

"Don’t slack off!"

From among the shrines, the leading disciple named Tao Jiangjiang, about thirty years old, with a ninth-turn Golden Core, very formidable, cast a sharp glance around, causing the children to shiver involuntarily.

"Miss one stroke and someone might die in the underworld! These people’s lives are in your hands!"

The children were trembling, not daring to miss a single detail.

At that moment, a flock of birds flew nearby and landed on the eaves beside them. Under the moonlight, the birds were very quiet.

Tao Jiangjiang looked up, her eyes showing surprise, and whispered, "Dear brothers and sisters, do you see those birds? Could they be the skylarks that stole the White Lotus a few days ago?"

Everyone looked intently only to find that indeed there were many skylarks among the birds, but which specific one had stolen the White Lotus, they were uncertain.

"Previously, that skylark came to steal the White Lotus, with lightning speed, vanishing in a flash. Our uncles even blamed us for our ineptness, unable to catch that precious creature."

Tao Jiangjiang spoke softly, "Now, this bird has brought so many companions, could it also be here to pick lotuses? Later, let them enter the underworld; we’ll lay a net outside the cave and surely capture these birds!"

A Taiping Sect disciple laughed, "Sister, if we can get these birds, why would we need to buy boys and girls from Tianlao Society? Our Sect could save a large sum of money, the young master would be thrilled, and you would be generously rewarded."

Tao Jiangjiang was overjoyed, smiling, "If the young master truly has a reward, I will certainly not forget my junior brothers and sisters."

Fourteen birds sat quietly on the eaves, not making a sound, just occasionally tilting their heads to groom their feathers.

The eleven servants carefully lifted the blood buckets to avoid making noise, leaving the altar, and walked into the long corridor.

The corridor was dimly lit with faint lights, when suddenly a rustling sound came. A servant was startled, looked up, and saw it was a shrike bird, with black eyebrows, a grey back, and a white belly, resembling an enlarged sparrow. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"It’s just a bird; I thought it was a ghost."

The servant laughed, "Our Taiping Sect has seen so many deaths; there must be plenty of restless spirits."

The old servant scoffed coldly, "Keep babbling nonsense, and you’ll become one of those restless spirits!"

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