Infinite Professions

Chapter 439: Chapter 225: Success (Part 2)

The stone from the mountain can be used to polish jade. There may be no distinction between the Immortal Dao and the Divine Dao, but the gap in information and unfamiliar techniques can catch an opponent off guard.

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The situation shifted, too fast, too fast. The three great True Gods clashed, testing each other with just one move. Then came the most intense confrontation, revealing all their foundations, employing every technique, fighting for life and death, risking it all.

Neither the Qingping Daoist Sect nor the monks of Donglian Temple expected the situation to take such a sudden downward turn.

In the previous confrontation, who was superior and who was inferior, who was strong and who was weak, needed no further explanation.

Our side is at a disadvantage!

The Daoist and Buddhist sects joined forces, yet the two teachings working together still couldn’t prevail.

How could it be so?

The crowd did not know.

But one thing, they understood very clearly.

"Eliminate this evil!"

"Slay them all without mercy!"

"Kill!!!"

The three groups of deities, along with their subordinate Daoist soldiers, exchanged glances, and murderous intent erupted.

The Qingping Daoist Sect and the monks of Donglian Temple struck with tacit understanding, launching a fierce attack.

Though they were unaware of the wonders of the Yin Yang Dust Array, since even a Fourth-rank True God couldn’t escape, these Fifth, Sixth, and even Seventh-Grade minor deities had no way to intervene.

Therefore, they didn’t recklessly attack the Yin Yang Dust Array within the dome, but chose to target the newly ascended deities of the City God Temple, hoping to turn the tide on the "Daoist soldiers" front.

These subordinate divine Daoist soldiers surely couldn’t all have cultivated their own Merit Golden Bodies like Song Xiang, could they?

Without a Merit Golden Body, how could this newly ascended City God Temple possibly compare to the long-standing Qingping Temple and Donglian Temple?

So...

"Face your doom!"

A Venerable of the Buddhist Sect, radiating golden light all over, appeared in a demon-suppressing stance, charging straight at the enemy lines.

This was none other than the master of Fushan Temple—Venerable Fushan.

This Venerable was the right-hand man of Huide, holding the position of a Fifth-Grade Arhat, with the responsibility of combat, equivalent to the City God Military Judge. Back in the day in the Jinyang court, he even intended to use force to protect the Red Lotus Dao tradition.

As it was then, so it is today. As the leader of the Donglian monks, he led the crowd to directly attack the newly ascended deities of the City God’s Mansion.

Could anyone in the newly ascended City God’s Mansion match the rank of a Fifth-Grade Arhat?

No!

The previous Divine Judgment Temple had nothing more than a Sixth Grade Position, without even a chief official of Fifth-Grade rank. There was no one under them who could match the rank of Fushan.

But the absence of a Fifth-Grade deity doesn’t mean there is no power to fight.

"Cease your arrogance!"

A thunderous shout reverberated as a mighty Divine General in golden armor and red robes, stepped forth on thunder and fire, wielding a golden whip to block Fushan, engaging this Buddhist Arhat in fierce battle.

This was none other than the Mountain Guardian God, the Dharma Guardian Spirit Official—Song Wu!

The Ziwei Emperor’s Sacrifice not only enhanced the main god but was also effective on the subordinates.

As the martial arts exemplar of the Song Clan, Song Wu, even before his death, had the celestial halberd in his fate, being one of the Ziwei Six Auspicious Companion Stars. After being deified, he was meticulously nurtured by Shen Hex, receiving cultivation transmission and teachings. Combined with the effects of the Ziwei Emperor’s Sacrifice and the Professional Power of the Earth Yellow Turban, his combat power was not inferior to Fushan, who was suppressed by the heavens and earth.

The two gods clashed fiercely, one being the Shijia Arhat, the other the Ziwei Guardian God. The Vajra Angry Eyes suppressed demons, and the Spirit Official’s mighty shout repelled evil. The Zen Stick collided with the golden whip, Buddhist Technique fought martial arts, each showcasing divine prowess in a ferocious and brutal battle.

Battle, battle, battle, madness, madness, madness!

The two gods were like this, and the others were the same.

The strength of the Qingping Daoist Sect and Donglian Temple, with deep foundations, numerous Fifth and Sixth-Grade True Gods, and Daoist soldiers cultivated over many years, was now difficult to exert due to the lack of authority and heavenly suppression.

In contrast, the Earth Yellow Turban group, though lacking deep foundations, leveraged the power of their lord, the might of the heavens, along with the professional powers of the Earth Yellow Turban and Ziwei Emperor’s Sacrifice, greatly boosting their strength. Fighting with increasing courage, they could contend on even terms despite being outnumbered.

In such a fiercely intertwined white-hot battle, the intense clash made it difficult to determine a winner or loser at the moment.

For a time, unable to distinguish a victor, it became a war of attrition, with time slipping away unnoticed for three days.

On this night, in Jinyang Prefecture City, the moon was dark, and the wind was high.

A group of people, dressed in black and masked, hurried through the night, quickly reaching the prison.

"Bang!!!"

The group, skilled in martial arts, directly infiltrated the prison, breaking into the deepest part of the jail.

Beyond the prison door was a young man, disheveled and exhausted. It was none other than the recently detained new Prefect of Jinyang, Cui Shao.

"Lord Cui!"

The group rushed into the prison, helping support the bewildered Cui Shao: "We have been ordered to rescue you from this prison."

"Ordered?"

Cui Shao’s eyes sharpened: "Your Highness?"

"Indeed!"

The leader nodded: "Prince Liang’s forces have reached Qinghe, and the people of the Song Clan are unable to withstand them. Li Mubai has already been sent to assist. Currently, there is no one in the prefecture city to hold the fort. The prince’s surprise forces are about to arrive. Once you get out and give a rallying call, uniting the families to seize back control of Jinyang, we can then send troops to meet the prince, cutting off Li Mubai’s retreat, resolving the chaos in Jinyang at the turn of a hand!"

"Good, good, good!"

Cui Shao, hearing this, felt his spirits rise: "There is no time to waste, let us depart swiftly."

"Yes!"

The group said no more as they escorted Cui Shao straight out of the prison.

Unexpectedly...

Just as they reached the gate, they saw blinding light outside the prison, as bright as day.

"Hmm!?"

Everyone’s eyes narrowed, cautiously peeking outside, only to see a forest of spears and halberds lined up in formation, waiting.

Before the formation stood a man, arms crossed, with an imposing presence.

It was none other than...

"Li Mubai?"

"How can it be!?"

Looking at the figure that had oppressed Jinyang Prefecture for decades, they all broke out in a cold sweat.

"Come out."

At this critical moment, a cold voice pressed in, piercing their hearts like a sword.

Everyone hesitated, turning their gaze towards the leader.

The leader stood silent for a moment, but eventually stepped forward, leading the group out of the prison.

Li Mubai stood with arms crossed, his cold gaze piercing through the veil: "Brother Lu, you and I have known each other for years, I deeply admire your character, why are you so muddled today?"

Upon hearing this, the leader silently removed the veil, revealing a refined and handsome middle-aged face, calmly saying to Li Mubai: "For the country and family, one cannot stand idle, Xianzhi, you possess unparalleled talent, you shouldn’t perish for that Evil God. If you repent, I can recommend you to His Highness..."

"Silence!"

Before the words were finished, Li Mubai interrupted, his expression icy: "It was my mistake not to see your true face!"

With that, his gaze turned to Cui Shao and the masked men behind: "Luckily, it’s not too late to fix things."

"Hmm!?"

The middle-aged man named Lu hardened his gaze: "This is your setup?"

"Setup?"

Having heard this, Cui Shao behind him also realized, looking at Li Mubai with shock and anger: "You spared me to draw the snake out?"

"You’re not entirely foolish."

Li Mubai’s expression remained unchanged as he looked at the leading man named Lu: "Will you surrender, or resist to the end?"

The man named Lu took a deep breath: "Xianzhi, don’t blame me!"

With that, Gang Qi surged within him and a sword shot out like lightning, aiming straight at Li Mubai.

Unexpectedly...

"Puff!!!"

A muffled sound echoed, blood stained the blade.

Lu Beizhai stood frozen, eyes full of bewilderment as he looked at Li Mubai, and the sword in his hand.

Li Mubai gazed coldly and indifferently at Lu Beizhai’s inability to speak, dispelling his former friend’s confusion: "After knowing each other for years, I didn’t understand you, and you equally didn’t know me!"

With that, he withdrew the sword, the blood shining menacingly.

Lu Beizhai’s body fell to the ground, his eyes filled with shock and resentment.

Cui Shao and the others behind him were horrified beyond belief.

Lu Beizhai, a Confucian Martial Sect member and the successor of the former Sword Saint Lu Jiuyuan, his swordsmanship was unparalleled in Jiangnan, among the top experts in martial arts.

But now...

With just one sword, Li Mubai killed him!

He had such martial arts skills?

Why had he been hiding it all these years?

Cui Shao’s eyes were full of shock, and the masked ones were even more panicked.

Yet Li Mubai paid them no heed, raising his gaze from Lu Beizhai’s corpse, coldly looking at them: "All of you, come at once!"

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Elsewhere, Qinghe County.

Under the city, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

Many seasoned warriors clad in armor attacked the city, their military and Evil Qi intertwining like dragons and snakes above the Qinghe County Town.

In the center of the army, Xiao Ye personally supervised the formation, looking at the wounded soldiers ahead, and the blood-stained, arrow-riddled but unbreakable city walls, his expression icy and resolute.

"Your Highness!"

Officials of civil and military sides wished to advise, but seeing his expression, they couldn’t speak.

Beside them, Qingxuan silently nodded.

The Hidden Dragon’s disposition was exceptionally decisive, their strategy this time ought to succeed.

Though it came at significant cost, it was inconsequential to the overall situation.

"The Patriarch’s side should yield results too?"

Qingxuan murmured softly, then lifted his gaze towards the distant horizon.

Only to see...

"Boom!!!"

A cataclysmic shift occurred at the distant boundary.