Chapter 255

The black-robed person was clearly no ordinary mortal; after being sent flying, they quickly scrambled to their feet.

However, just as they rose, Tang Luo charged forward on horseback again, heedless, and rammed into them once more.

A fierce gleam flashed in the hidden eyes; the black-robed person waved their right hand forward.

Flying sand and stones instantly coalesced into a massive, earth-yellow hand that lunged to seize Tang Luo and the horse.

A faint light flickered on the horse's body; Tang Luo directly activated the Merit Jade Lotus to bolster defense and charged headfirst into the earth-yellow hand.

The hand shattered instantly; the black-robed person evidently hadn't expected such a move, and was again sent flying by the horse's headbutt, rolling across the ground.

"What business do you have with us?"

After two collisions, Tang Luo tugged the reins, rode up to the black-robed person, and looked down, asking.

"I thought the Great Master would just kill him outright," Jingang whispered.

"What the hell?!" the black-robed person sprang to their feet, looking utterly disheveled; in truth, they seemed unharmed, and snarled, "Do you people of the Great Yin have no manners at all?!"

"No, I merely removed some unnecessary steps," Tang Luo smiled, "so this benefactor can understand the gap between us, and isn't this exactly what you intended to do? I simply acted before you—why get angry?"

The black-robed person appeared suddenly, blocking the path, their intent to obstruct clear.

Yet they made no aggressive move, nor did they seem to wish to be enemies of Tang Luo and company.

Therefore, their purpose was likely not to kill Tang Luo and the three, but to seek cooperation.

Before cooperation, demonstrating strength to seize the initiative is basic procedure.

But this maneuver failed for them; instead, others pulled it off, leaving them feeling utterly vexed.

"Good, good." The black-robed person said "good" twice, "Indeed, I haven't mistaken the person."

Lose the man but not the formation—even if our side is in disarray, we must still put on the air of "I have won."

"Hahaha!" Jingang laughed loudly without restraint, striking at the other's confidence.

The black-robed person's head tilted slightly, turning to look at Jingang.

Jingang's laughter cut off abruptly; he leapt down from the horse, eyeing the black-robed person warily.

After being stared at by the black-robed person, Jingang suddenly felt a prickling danger on his back, proving this person was no easy opponent.

The reason they appeared so disheveled before Tang Luo was because Master Xuanzang was strong.

Just that glance sweeping over them made Jingang faintly feel he was no match.

"Hmph!"

The black-robed person snorted coldly; one could see the face beneath the hood lift, having regained a bit of face, and could sense this person's smugness.

Jingang's side, however, looked less pleased.

"What exactly is the reason you block the road, benefactor?" Tang Luo said.

"You three are from the Great Yin, correct?" the black-robed person asked.

"Yes."

"Then you came here to obstruct the emergence of the Great Witch of the Northern Wilds?" the black-robed person asked again.

"Indeed." There was nothing to deny.

"Very well, since that's the case, we have a basis for cooperation." The black-robed person said, lowering the hood; the face and voice matched—a young woman, quite pretty, with a pair of striking eyes, thick and heroic brows above them, "I am the witch of the Wujin Tribe, Wu Yang. The immortal masters of the Great Yin, join me in stopping the Great Witch's emergence—how about it?"

"Oh?"

Tang Luo raised an eyebrow slightly.

The expressions of the other two also shifted somewhat.

When Wu Yang spoke those words, all three simultaneously received a mission—assist Wu Yang, prevent the Great Witch from manifesting.

"A two-five simp?" Jingang blinked.

Among the Six Greatest Witches of the Northern Wilds, one with thick brows and big eyes turned out to be a two-five simp—quite interesting.

"Good." Tang Luo said.

We were originally going to stop the Great Witch's emergence; now someone brings a pillow and even a mission—what a boon, why would I refuse?

"Come with me; if you just keep riding straight to the Fusang Tribe like this, you're courting death." Wu Yang said, turning and walking off.

Tang Luo and the others followed on horseback.

Finding a secluded spot, they dismounted; Jingang asked, "Since you're from the Northern Wilds, why do you obstruct the Great Witch's emergence?"

Tang Luo could remain utterly unfazed, not caring at all about Wu Yang's purpose or motive; Jingang couldn't, and couldn't help but ask.

"Because I don't like it." Wu Yang said.

"Don't like it?" Jingang blinked, what kind of reason is that.

"I don't like war; I think the Northern Wilds' status quo is fine." Wu Yang said with a somewhat offhand tone, "War is exhausting; I became a witch not to serve others' ambitions."

"Excellent idea!" Jingang gave a thumbs-up.

Tang Yuhan also nodded slightly.

This reason sounds absurd, but is actually quite normal.

Now, how high are the Six Witches' standings in the Northern Wilds? Basically, they can stand shoulder to shoulder with the leaders of the Five Great Tribes; their power may not match, but their status is not inferior, and their enjoyment is no less.

Others may think what they will, but Wu Yang before us clearly does not want a Great Witch to loom over their head.

With a Great Witch, could the united Northern Wilds tribes easily crush the Great Yin?

Impossible; even with a Great Witch, if the Northern Wilds tribes united, truly taking down the Great Yin would still be difficult, inevitably involving heavy casualties.

Wu Yang holds high status, yet cannot fully guarantee that casualties won't fall on their own head.

Better to nip the "danger" in the bud now than to regret it later.

To the Five Great Tribes of the Northern Wilds, Wu Yang's actions are tantamount to betrayal.

But for Tang Luo and company, we must sincerely say: "The two-five simp is truly awesome!"

"If you're not the Great Witch, then does the Great Witch truly come from the Fusang Tribe?" Tang Yuhan asked; it's time to clarify the Great Witch's intelligence.

"Yes, I just don't know exactly who it is." Wuyang said.

The Wuji tribe and the Fusang tribe have a good relationship, but that doesn't mean the Wuji tribe's shaman and the Fusang tribe's shaman have a good relationship.

Friendly relations between tribes are not personal friendships, but more of an exchange of interests.

"Are the other shamans and tribal leaders all in favor of the emergence of the Great Shaman?" Tang Yuhan asked.

"Yes." Wuyang nodded, "It's just me opposing; otherwise, why would I seek your help?"

"You're asking us for help, but aren't you afraid of being settled with afterward?" Tang Yuhan looked at Wuyang.

"Heh." Wuyang let out a light laugh, "Who would know? Without clear evidence, who dares to gossip about a shaman?"

Even if other tribes discover some clues afterward, as long as it's not solid evidence, the Wuji tribe will firmly support Wuyang.

It's a joke— a big tribe only has one shaman; the Wuji tribe would have to be foolish to abandon Wuyang after the Great Shaman's emergence fails.

Without Wuyang, the Wuji tribe will only be torn apart by other tribes joining forces.

Just as Wuyang inwardly opposes the emergence of the Great Shaman, he must still consider the bigger picture, holding his nose and outwardly agreeing.

When the situation changes, Wuyang can then have the Wuji tribe hold their noses and consider the bigger picture.

"How do you want us to help you?" Tang Yuhan said.

"It should be me helping you, the Great You people." Wuyang emphasized.

"No, it's us helping you." The two ended up arguing on this point.

"Without me, you'd probably be surrounded and killed to death by a heavenly net and earthly trap as soon as you entered the Fusang tribe." Wuyang said, "This grand competition is a conspiracy; you Great You people dare to come, and not a single one will leave. Moreover, with such a big bait, if I hadn't temporarily failed to find others sneaking in secretly and time wasn't urgent, I wouldn't have sought your cooperation."

Instead, they regarded Tang Luo and the others as a "surface bait," believing the Great You already had other personnel secretly entered the northern plains, waiting for Tang Luo's trio to draw attention before sneaking through.

After all, Tang Luo and the others were too openly bold— along the way, they had crippled several tribes, no different from openly provoking them.

"No, we're stronger than you, so we're helping you." Tang Yuhan said, also glancing at Tang Luo.

Wuyang's face immediately darkened; although he hadn't truly fought, just tested slightly, he could see this white-haired monk's strength was absolutely not inferior to his own.

He might even be stronger, and besides, these two aren't easy to dismiss casually.

In terms of strength, the three of them combined are indeed stronger than her.

"Arguing about this is meaningless; if we have to quibble over such small things, we might as well not cooperate." Wuyang said.

"Cooperation also requires hierarchy." Tang Yuhan said, "We won't just listen to you." She firmly expressed her stance.

"At worst, we'll charge in; even without cooperating with Wuyang, stopping the Great Shaman's emergence will definitely count as success."

Assistance doesn't necessarily require cooperation.

"Alright, alright." Wuyang softened, "Whatever you need, I'll discuss it with you— is that okay?"

Having achieved her goal, Tang Yuhan saw no need to press further and looked toward Tang Luo.

"Donor, what do you plan to do?" Tang Luo asked at the right moment.

"I plan to use your blood for a while." Wuyang said.

"Our blood?" King Kong asked, "What do you mean?"

"I plan to create three fake bodies of yours." Wuyang said, "Then I can create chaos and facilitate my actions."

"Alright." Tang Luo agreed, extending his finger toward the Xiaotian dog.

The Xiaotian dog looked at Tang Luo, confirmed this wasn't the opening line saying "You're already a mature dog, you should XXXX," and opened its mouth to bite.

A drop of fresh blood seeped out from the wound.

"Is that enough?" Tang Luo asked.

"The more, the more lifelike; the more, the harder to spot flaws." Wuyang said, "Even this little bit will do."

"Then let's add a bit more." Tang Luo said, the blood drops on his finger beginning to increase.

"Use this to catch it." Wuyang threw out three small bottles, "Fill them up and it's about right."

The three took them, said nothing more, filled the three opaque small bottles, and returned them to Wuyang.

"Good."

Wuyang, in front of the three, took out three small wooden figures, poured the blood from the small bottles onto each respectively, murmured incantations, and began performing shamanic arts.

The blood poured onto the wooden figures was quickly absorbed, and then three exquisitely lifelike faces appeared on the wooden figures— exactly the faces of Tang Luo and the others.

"Alright." Wuyang said, "Next, you must pretend to be my attendants, so I can conveniently bring you into the Fusang tribe."