Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 295 - 292: Suddenly Hearing the Sound of Home, Peace Saber Technique

Chapter 295: Chapter 292: Suddenly Hearing the Sound of Home, Peace Saber Technique

At the end of February, the grass grew and the orioles sang.

The Desert North, ruled by the long winter for several months, finally regained some vitality.

At this time, if one looked down from high above, they would find the entire grassland gradually boiling over, countless scattered troops merging into large forces.

Thousands of troops were charging toward the North Sea.

led personally by Wang Yuan, the hundreds of elite knights from the Bone Bundle Deer Cry Department naturally joined them.

They successively merged with more than a dozen other teams to form a large force of several thousand people, driving tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, rushing northward.

At the very front of the team were the "Nine Stripes White War Banner" and the "Four Stripes Black War Banner" of the Wulan Tribe, one of the five Naiman divisions.

Clearly, this clan of thousands originated from the Wulan Tribe.

The white banner represented the authority of peace, while the black banner symbolized war and strength, colors exclusive to the Death God.

This time, the main characters were indeed the "Earth Mother Black Sky," but it was also essentially a rallying expedition.

Each of the five Naiman divisions had a Han King, whose statuses were completely equal, but in the god-dominated Desert North, all five divisions revered the "Heaven Righteous Dharma Dao" as the supreme authority.

When the command of the "Heaven Righteous Dharma Dao" was issued, no one dared to neglect it.

Boom, boom, boom...

The shaman in the troop even struck the sacrificial drum, borrowing the power of their worshipped deity to bless the horses and cattle, enabling them to travel light as a feather a thousand miles in a day.

Tens of thousands of horses galloped, and great banners swept across.

It was as the saying goes: The winds roll back the chilly clouds, and the snowy evening clears, as armies tread the drums with light horse hooves!

However.

Wang Yuan rode on a tall, magnificent horse with snow-white hooves and a raven-black back, looking at the many corpses exposed to the earth after the snow melted, constantly shaking his head.

"The impact of the harsh winter on the depths of the grassland is many times more severe than I had previously imagined."

Throughout their northward journey, wherever people had once lived, there would certainly be corpses frozen to death.

Even whole tribes unlucky enough to perish in the harsh winter were not uncommon.

These were relatively weaker tribes that had not made adequate preparations before the onset of winter.

Each harsh winter was a severe test of life and death for them.

Perhaps conditions in the Great Yan Realm were indeed dire, with even people at the southernmost tip, Qiongzhou, being frozen to death, but the life of the Naiman People beyond the Desert North borders could only be worse.

If not for being drastically weakened, they might not have resorted to "plague," an extreme method that could accidentally harm themselves, to attack White Cloud Pass.

After all, once a plague is unleashed, it doesn’t care whether the people facing it are from Great Yan or Naiman.

The domains of power of the "Earth Mother Black Sky" are "Plague," "Death," "Reincarnation," and "Fertility," with no "Healing" involved.

Even the Naiman People suffering from the plague had to die.

Suddenly.

"Attention! There’s a ’Deceit Corpse’ ahead, everyone detour!"

As the "Four Stripes Black War Banner" in front of the team was raised high.

The entire team immediately turned their horses without hesitation and detoured far around the decaying figure leaving a trail of putrid footprints ahead.

As they passed that "thing," Wang Yuan turned his head for a glance.

The "Deceit Corpse" walking along was one corpse carrying three corpses.

Due to the warming temperatures, their skin had already begun to rot and blacken, continuously dripping foul, murky corpse water.

Yet such corpses appeared as if they were powerful warriors, striding forward rapidly like racing horses, moving in the same direction as the large force.

Every Naiman Knight passing by it involuntarily shuddered deeply.

If "Sewing Thousand Corpses" collected the "Living People Tax" and forcibly removed the old, weak, sick, and disabled from the five Naiman divisions to keep the tribes always vibrant,

The "Deceit Corpse" collected the "Dead Man Tax," not wasting any corpse.

This kind of "Weird" nature was not actually the corpse carrying the corpses, but a kind of pervasive, intangible rule throughout the grassland.

As long as there were more than two corpses lying beside each other,

After three days and nights, one of the corpses would rise by itself, becoming an enormously strong "Corpse Carrier," carrying all the other corpses on its back.

This was a glorified model worker, like the Yin Officials, who had to continue working even after death.

Moreover, these decaying corpses were likely to become biological weapons against Great Yan.

It can be said that these Naiman People lived arduous lives, paying taxes while alive; died gloriously, making full use of everything until they were drained of the last drop of corpse oil, only then truly being allowed to rest.

And whether it was "Sewing Thousand Corpses" or "Deceit Corpse," they were essentially the direct henchmen of "Earth Mother Black Sky," holding a not low position in the Black Sky God System.

Even demons and spirits with far superior abilities, if they dared to come within ten feet of it, would be mercilessly carried on its back, becoming a corpse.

"Living here requires mortals to abide by countless taboos and precepts, and a slight carelessness could lead to being seized by various ’Weird’ occurrences and dying on the spot,"

Wang Yuan learned from the memories of "Old Master" and "Bone Bundle" that the various sinister "Weird" phenomena on the grassland were far from limited to this.

Even the revered beings of demons and Deceit Gods are terrified of them.

"Three Hands": Three human hands that align in a row and walk on the ground, capable of stealthily stealing other people’s organs, heads, or Daoist Skills.

Even those high above and deceitful deities could transform back into mortals.

[Walking Corpse Arhat]: A monk without the upper half of his head, appearing and disappearing unpredictably and omnipresent.

Whoever was touched by his perpetually raised hands above their head would undoubtedly die, turning into a tragic walking corpse.

The only way to save one’s life was to be taller than it when encountered on the grasslands.

Or, fortunately not to be lying in bed sleeping when it stealthily sneaked into the tent.

[Crawling Iron Coffin]: An iron coffin, grown with limbs and an old human head, crawling on the ground.

It continuously crawled on the ground, and any living person or even a tribe obstructing its path would be placed inside the coffin and completely disappear from the world.

It is said to be the transformation of the first shared ruler of the five Naiman divisions who suffered divine punishment for resisting the rule of Cang God.

This divine punishment had some resemblance to the [Immortal Sand Soul Returning Seal].

Wait, wait, wait...

Similar bizarre [Abnormalities] were countless, and encountering any of them could mean even a [Yellow Seal Mage] might accidentally fall and die.

Through this, Wang Yuan truly glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the strange world of Desert North and generally understood the pattern that [Heavenly Official] wanted to transform Great Yan and this world into.

A heart, restless from incessant growth, became calm once again.

Previously it seemed he had free rein within the Great Yan Realm, always managing to benefit, but that wasn’t because he was incredibly powerful.

It was because of the existence of the [Corpse Dissection Immortal], turning it into a starter village with relatively normal rules, where one could leverage external strategies.

Compared to the circumstances within the Great Yan Realm, the survival situation of the Naiman five divisions seemed even more pitiful.

On the surface, they looked strong and powerful, constantly harassing the borders of Great Yan, causing countless citizens of Great Yan to fear the Barbarians.

But in the fine details of the entire society, there was a chilling and sinister nature everywhere.

From birth to death, the Naiman five divisions were merely like pigs and sheep raised by demons for the Sect, living a life utterly devoid of dignity.

All was merely for survival, entirely unconnected to a life.

Moreover, this life would continue unchanged for thousands of years, never undergoing the slightest change.

"Tragic, the Naiman people are truly tragic!

In life as in death, their skin, flesh, bones, blood, bodies are all predestined for their uses.

When I return, I must definitely write the word ’tragic’ seven times for you!"

While Wang Yuan lamented, he suddenly noticed several ghosts that had slipped through the net, wandering under the tree shade.

His eyes lit up, and with a simple stretch of his hand, he captured them all into the Ghost Realm, suppressing them into [Heart Punishment Hell], continuously enhancing the power of his Daoist Skills.

Yet, his expression remained unchanged, seeming to have entirely forgotten the words he had just spoken a moment ago.

"Cough, although it’s tragic under the rule of demons, I’m also quite tragic!

Look at today’s total income from Incense Fire Vow Power, Human Qi, and all kinds of mixed up figures, it’s... not even six digits, isn’t that tragic enough?!"

At this moment, Wang Yuan suddenly turned his head towards a low mountain about a dozen miles ahead on the side of the team.

[Ghost Ear Listening] seemed to have heard a hint of... a familiar hometown accent!

...

In a forest just touched by a hint of green,

a petite woman dressed in Naiman attire, wielding a long and narrow Goose Feather Saber, flew up and down like a nimble swallow in the forest, struggling to fend off the fierce attacks of a group of demons.

Gasping heavily, she sighed in her heart:

"Alas, I, Xie Yanji, am known as ’Palm Dancing,’ and my ability to escape is almost divine.

Also possessing the [Innate Divine Ability · Heaven and Earth Breathing], I can perfectly blend my aura with the surrounding environment, ranking me as a top scout in the world.

Yet today it seems I cannot escape from this forest."

Thud, thud, thud...

An old shaman with an [Innate Strange Phenomena] pattern on his forehead kept beating the Dharma Drum. The demons of the [Heaven Righteous Dharma Dao] immediately intensified in power, their beastly pupils turning blood red.

But the originally agile Xie Yanji, now seemed trapped in a quagmire, each parry became extremely difficult.

When she realized her inevitable misfortune, a Qi Blood Elixir inside her exploded violently.

Facing an incoming steel pitchfork,

her gaze sharpened, trading injury for life, she suddenly made her move.

Her long saber wove continuously, unfolding a vivid painting of landscapes, featuring the Five Sacred Mountains, fishermen, woodcutters, farmers, and scholars...

Indeed the customs and scenery of Great Yan, incomparably beautiful.

This woman had already touched the Spirit Domain, clearly indicating she was a [Military Leader] of the fourth realm!

And her saber technique was extraordinary.

Anyone with a bit of knowledge would recognize, it was the [Peace Saber Technique] handed down from the world’s number one saber master, Xie Tianke.

—Boundless landscapes! Human Dao flourishing!

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