Stealing The Heavens

On top of the gate tower, the higher-ups of Dong Hai stood in a row, looking down coldly at Daoist Threerings, who was calling out a challenge.

The daoist proudly held up his wooden stick as he laughed and said, “King of Dong Hai, do you still have any brave soldiers or generals under your command who dare to fight me? If no one can defeat me and my fellow daoists this time, you can’t blame us for starting the siege!”

Behind Daoist Threerings stood more than two hundred oddly dressed daoists, and each had bought three to five thousand soldiers here, forming an army of nearly a million men east of the city. A force of such strength was more than enough to siege the city when Wu Qi and the others could not intervene.

These daoists roared with laughter as they heard his provocation. With 108 generals defeated in a row, Dong Hai’s morale had fallen to a very low level, making the siege much less difficult. They had agreed that today would be the best time to siege the city. The soldiers of Dong Hai had lost their will to fight. With Wu Qi and the others out of the way, it was easy for them to take down a city.

With a sneer, Wu Qi looked at Bai Wuyong standing next to Bai Qi and said, “Kill him!”

Bai Wuyong roared and leaped up from the top of the wall, his palms tightly gripped at the hilt of the Blood Centipede Sword as he lifted it over his shoulders and brought it down with all his might. Shocked, Daoist Threerings hurriedly threw out his wooden stick, which transformed into a cloud of black smoke and swooped toward Bai Wuyong. Meanwhile, its three metal rings went flying at his head, neck, and waist, gleaming with a strong white light.

The sword made an arc as it sliced through the void and hacked the three metal rings into six pieces. Daoist Threerings shrieked as dirty blood spurted from his seven orifices at the same time. He spun and ran with staggering steps. “Save me, fellow daoists!”

Daoist Threerings was more cowardly than any ordinary cultivator once he lost the magical artifact he had relied heavily upon. With only a step, Bai Wuyong caught up with him, swung the sword mercilessly, and cut the daoist into two pieces.

The laughter of Ling Dynasty’s itinerant immortals came to a sudden stop. A look of greed crept upon their faces at the same time as they stared blankly at the Blood Centipede Sword in Bai Wuyong’s hand, recognizing it as an innate spirit artifact. Although they all had their own trump cards, not every one of them had a handy magical artifact. ‘If I can kill this man and seize his sword, it will be a great find of the lifetime!’

Immediately, a daoist clad in a crimson robe leaped forward and growled, “How dare you kill my best friend! Daoist Threerings, let me avenge you!” He rubbed his palms together, causing a large number of sparks to dart out, which turned into countless dazzling red fireballs and shot toward Bai Wuyong with long tails like a meteor shower.

Bai Wuyong quickly retreated, swinging his sword as fast as he could. All the generals of Dong Hai had witnessed this crimson-clothed daoist’s ability a few days ago. His flame was extremely bizarre and vicious. When attached to a man, it did not burn the skin, flesh, or bone, but the soul and blood essence. The general who had fought him seven days ago was caught by the flame, which had burned a significant amount of his blood essence. As a result, his cultivation level was greatly reduced by three realms, from the Three Stars realm of the Second Pangu Heaven to the Six Stars realm.

Besides, after being caught by the flame, a man’s soul would be continuously burned by it, and he would lose control of his body, becoming meat on the chopping block. It was what had happened to the general, standing frozen like a rock in the middle of the battlefield. The crimson-clothed daoist had hacked and chopped him with a shabby flying sword for two hours before he finally hurt his eyes, forcing Wu Qi to admit defeat and save the general back into the city.

With the bizarre power of his flame, if this daoist could seize Blood Centipede Sword, he would be able to effortlessly kill the trapped enemy. He would not be embarrassed again like what had happened seven days ago, when he had to work so hard for two hours only to hurt the enemy’s eyes, the weakest part of a man.

The sword swung, producing a great sheet of blood-red light that barely blocked the countless fireballs. The figure of the crimson-clothed daoist flickered and flashed amidst the projectiles like a spirit. Apart from a strong body and mighty strength, Bai Wuyong possessed no other divine abilities. He could not even make the sword fly to attack the enemy. So, he could only passively resist the daoist’s attacks.

He knew he could kill the daoist with just one sword strike if he could track him down. But, he just could not lock onto the daoist’s drifting and flickering figure. Annoyed, he swung the sword as fast as he could, protecting himself against the fireballs.

Up on the wall, Ying Zishen, who had inherited Ying Zheng’s Yu Cauldron, saw Bai Wuyong being curbed by the enemy’s spell and was about to step out to replace him when Reverend Flysoul cried out from the side, “Come back, general! Let me handle this red-skinned ox’s nose!”

Laughing wildly, Reverend Flysoul flew down the wall with his pair of great hammers. As he made his descent, he waved his weapons and threw out a spirit talisman, which produced plumes of black smoke that whistled toward the fireballs. The noise of rapid explosions echoed out as the smoke and the flame clashed. A plume of black smoke almost grazed the daoist, and he nearly collapsed to the ground when the harsh ghostly howl that rang out of the black smoke shook his divine soul.

Bai Wuyong took the opportunity to retreat up the wall. He cupped his fist at Wu Qi and bowed. Wu Qi returned the gesture with an approving nod, then focused all his attention on the battle between Reverend Flysoul and the crimson-clothed daoist. Bai Wuyong’s retreat from the daoist’s spell reminded him of the greatest weakness of Dong Hai generals.

The cultivation techniques of the human race could only give human warriors great strength and strong bodies, but not divine abilities and magic power. If an immortal allowed a human warrior to come close to him, his death was certain; but if a distance was kept between a human warrior and an immortal, the human would face the risk of death. To overcome this, the generals of Great Yu had fused themselves with all kinds of powerful beast souls, which not only strengthened them, but also gave them the beasts’ divine abilities.

At the moment, the cultivation base of Dong Hai generals was very good, but they lacked beast souls.

Wu Qi could not have the generals who had cultivated to the realm of Second Pangu Heaven fuse with the beast souls of wind-breaking wolves like Yan Bugui in those years. It would only shame them, and others would accuse him of not appreciating experts who were as strong as Gold Immortals.

‘I have to figure out a way to find a bunch of formidable beast souls…’ Wu Qi frowned at Ao Buzun. ‘This fella is so heartless. I don’t think he’d mind if his children’s souls are used as beast souls of Dong Hai generals, would he?’ Would Ao Buzun mind? Probably not! But, Wu Qi did not have the heart to do such a thing!

As Wu Qi was pondering over the question, a miserable howl rang out. The crimson-clothed daoist was crushed to a pulp by Reverend Flysoul’s hammer. His fireballs had been blocked by the plumes of black smoke the great hammers had produced, and he had been unable to get close to the hammer-bearer. His opponent, on the other hand, was an expert in illusion. With a few blinks and flashes of his body, Reverend Flysoul had created several illusions that attracted the daoist while his true self went behind him and crushed him with one mighty blow.

Dong Hai had won two battles in a row. Reverend Flysoul triumphantly waved his hammers at the itinerant immortals of Ling Dynasty, then turned and flew up the wall.

One of the itinerant immortals recognized him. The old daoist with an ancient look snapped, “Reverend Flysoul! You are a man who has truly left the secular world, and you should be enjoying your peaceful life. Why are you involving yourself in these troubled waters? Besides, you come from Dao League. So, even if you want to accumulate virtues from the secular world, you should choose Ling Dynasty. Why are you with Dao League’s enemy?”

Reverend Flysoul was dazed for a moment, then he shook his head and shouted at the group of itinerant immortals, “Your father is from Dao League, your mother is from Dao League, your whole family is from Dao League! I’m not one of you! I’ve learned everything from someone else who has nothing to do with you! So, stop cottoning up with me right now!”

Wu Qi gave Reverend Flysoul a look and smiled, then turned to the itinerant immortals behind him and asked, “Who else would like to make new contributions to Dong Hai?”

Laughing wickedly, Immortal Ying transformed into a green ghost flame and slowly drifted down the wall. A quarter of an hour later, he killed three enemy immortals with some vicious spells, who died with festering wounds all over their bodies.

Later, itinerant immortals of Dong Hai continued to challenge the enemy. The outcomes of the battles were not one-sided though, and usually ended with someone being killed. However, as 3,000 itinerant immortals had joined Dong Hai over the past few days, and outside the city were only some 200 itinerant immortals, Ling Dynasty was left with less than ten immortals after a day of intense battles.

Realizing that their scheme had failed, the commanding general of Ling Dynasty ordered a retreat. The army of a million soldiers, together with the remaining daoists, fled in disorder toward the east.

Drums and horns sounded together in the city. The army of Dong Hai that had retreated thousands of miles to the west the other day set out once again. Three thousand itinerant immortals divided into a hundred groups and followed the armies as they continued to attack Ling Dynasty. This time, all the leading generals were given all kinds of magical artifacts by Wu Qi and others, so that they would not be helpless if they ever came across those itinerant immortals again.

Wu Qi did not have to worry anything about marching and warring, as they were handled by the higher-ups of Dong Hai. Standing on top of the wall and looking at the departing armies in the distance, his mind was filled with other thoughts.

The itinerant immortals of Dao League could join Ling Dynasty in battles.

The itinerant immortals of Saint League could also join Dong Hai in battles.

Those mighty Dao Fusing experts racked their brains to fight each other on Pangu Continent with all means.

Why did he have to follow their steps? Why must he act according to their plans?

Empress Wa, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, the Yan Emperor Shennong, they were all caught in the trap of Buddhist League and Dao League, unable to struggle.

Emperor Haozun, the emperor of New Yu, Zhang Tengyun, and others were fighting each other with the rules set by Buddhist League and Dao League.

But, he had a chance to get out of the schemes of the Buddhist League and Dao League. What could be more heaven-defying than his Scroll of Stealing?

After thinking for a brief moment, Wu Qi suddenly smiled. Both Buddhist League and Heaven were now fixing their eyes at the throne of the Human Emperor, and he himself had chosen Great Wu, getting ready to join the struggle for power. But, Great Wu’s strength was limited, and he was not even sure whether it would succeed.

Maybe he could do something else. In any case, he could not let the Buddhist League and Heaven be so comfortable.

He turned to Princess Zhang Le and said, “It’s not fun to be used as a chess piece. If I swallow one of their big chess pieces ahead of time, do you think some people will go crazy and show us their weak points?”

Princess Zhang Le looked at Wu Qi in surprise. “What do you want to do?”

Wu Qi licked his lips and whispered, “Nothing…I’m just going to kill the emperor of New Yu ahead of time!”