Chapter 142: Must Take Responsibility

The three of them discussed the attack strategy briefly, then waited a short while longer. Estimating that Zhang Sheng would arrive soon, they flew into the sky one after another.

Wei Yuan took the lead, flying directly above the Shaman tribe's main camp. The camp was immediately in an uproar; some had already spotted Wei Yuan, and several Dao Foundation warriors soared into the air to meet him.

Wei Yuan didn't even look at them. In an instant, he manifested the Myriad Miles of Heshan, and at the same time, that tender sprout appeared above his head.

The manifestation range of the Myriad Miles of Heshan expanded instantly to five hundred zhang, barely covering half the camp. Several Shaman warriors who had just flown into the air screamed in unison, and two of them fell back down. The military camp was in complete chaos; countless warriors kept scratching their bodies as they rushed out of their barracks.

At this moment, the Exquisite Treasure Tree appeared above Wei Yuan's head, merging with that tender sprout. The manifestation range of the Myriad Miles of Heshan suddenly expanded to two thousand zhang, and the five hundred zhang surrounding Wei Yuan became a Pure Domain of the Human World!

The Shaman camp was filled with cries of alarm, mixed with countless screams. Many warriors who rushed out collapsed headfirst, rolling back and forth in agony, wisps of green smoke beginning to rise from their bodies.

Layers of green Qi surged within the camp, while strands of pure Qi fell continuously from the Pure Domain of the Human World in the sky. Every strand of pure Qi that fell ignited a large area of green Qi. Within this range, Shaman warriors with insufficient strength even had their entire bodies smoke and turn charred black as they died!

This was only the prelude to Wei Yuan's attack. He pointed a finger into the air, and the Yushan manifested, smashing directly toward the altar in the center of the camp!

A chorus of shouts and curses erupted in the camp. Dozens of Dao Foundation warriors rose into the air, joining forces to attack the Yushan in the sky. Watching the group of somewhat frantic Shaman powerhouses, Wei Yuan remained expressionless, merely channeling his Dao power to smash the Yushan down with all his might!

Dozens of colorful streams of light collided fiercely with the Yushan, exploding one after another. A ring of light rippled out in the sky, expanding far and wide until it reached a thousand zhang.

Many Shaman powerhouses were sent flying back, while a few with formidable strength only sank slightly. However, three or five warriors froze in mid-air, motionless. A moment later, countless blood arrows shot out from their bodies, and they plummeted headfirst to the ground, having been shaken to death on the spot.

The Yushan tumbled back to a high altitude, its light dimming. Wei Yuan let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Having clashed head-on with dozens of opponents of the same realm, Wei Yuan was not having an easy time either.

Yet, as if he hadn't noticed, he retracted the Yushan, then raised a finger. A new Yushan appeared in the sky, smashing down again with incomparable ferocity!

The Shaman warriors had no time to dodge; some screamed, some roared, forced to strike again to protect the altar.

The Yushan smashed into the streams of light once more, shattering half of them in one blow. The resulting ring of light was even more brilliant and reached even further than the last!

This time, the Yushan bounced back into mid-air, and before Wei Yuan could retract it, it disintegrated and vanished. Wei Yuan's face turned pale, and the blood at the corner of his mouth became more prominent.

The Shamans hadn't fared any better; two of the weakest Dao Foundation warriors had their bodies explode and died, and five others were shaken to death on the spot, falling from the sky.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath. His Dao power, far exceeding that of his peers, poured down like a flood, and yet another Yushan manifested in the sky!

One of the oldest Shamans among them, with the deepest cultivation, roared something loudly. Consequently, more than a dozen Shaman priests gathered from various places toward the altar, protecting it together.

Their status was far more noble than the warriors, so they usually hid among the soldiers to launch sneak attacks, calling it "main offense." The bitter work of charging at the front and fighting head-on was all done by the warriors. But now that the altar was in danger, and the altar still contained the blood sacrifice power prepared for the Great Shaman's curse, they couldn't hide in the back and had to come out to protect it together.

At this moment, no one cared about attacking Wei Yuan; they could only do their best to resist the Yushan. Otherwise, if the Yushan smashed down like this, the altar would surely be completely destroyed.

The Yushan fell for the third time, and five Shaman priests vomited blood and died.

Wei Yuan's Dao power flowed like a flood, and the fourth and fifth Jade Mountains manifested.

By the time the sixth Yushan whistled down from the high sky, the surviving Shaman priests finally couldn't withstand the pressure and fear. Screaming, they fled in all directions, and many warriors followed suit. In an instant, only three Shaman warriors remained above the altar!

The Yushan whistled through, leaving three blood mists in its wake.

Immediately after, the earth shook, and the entire military camp seemed to jump. The soil around the altar was kicked up more than ten zhang high, and a wave on the ground spread in all directions.

A moment later, the smoke and dust cleared. A large pit appeared in the center of the military camp, with blood plasma constantly surging from the bottom. The altar was nowhere to be seen.

Wei Yuan finally couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, his mission was already accomplished, and he retreated immediately.

Ji Liuli glanced at Wei Yuan, her eyes quite complex. Unknowingly, had that little guy already grown to this point?

The Yushan was fierce and peerless, truly the ultimate weapon for breaking formations and attacking cities. After the Yushan smashed down a few times in a row, even Ji Liuli herself was unwilling to take it head-on.

In the camp below, the Shamans were still in chaos, and a giant tower manifested in the sky, suppressing the entire military camp!

All the bells on the eaves of the Nine-Fold Tower vibrated in unison. Countless soul fires drifted in the camp, and one soul after another was forcibly extracted, flying into the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Above the pagoda, the Seven-Marvelous Treasure Tree appeared again, countless silk ribbons hanging down, wrapping the camp within. Although the military camp was too large to completely isolate it from heaven and earth, only a small amount of the blood Qi, resentment, and soul power soaring into the sky from the camp could leak out. Subsequently, a wild wind rose within the camp, and countless flying sands in the wind turned one Shaman after another into piles of sand.

Many Shamans were originally struggling to resist the soul extraction of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, but after being blown by the wind and sand, they could no longer hold their souls together. One soul after another left their bodies, and they fell in swathes.

After a short rest, Wei Yuan had already returned the Yushan to its place and returned once more.

He charged into the military camp alone, casually grabbing a long spear and moving back and forth. Wherever there were many enemies, he would charge over and scatter them. Once a Dao Foundation Shaman was exposed, even if he had to kill through many interceptions, Wei Yuan would go over to behead them.

After going back and forth like this several times, those Shaman warriors and priests didn't dare to show their heads again. But they soon realized they were wrong. Even as Dao Foundation cultivators, they couldn't last long under the steel sand and suppression, but by the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

With double suppression above their heads and the manifested Myriad Miles of Heshan within the camp, any gathering would be forcibly broken up by Wei Yuan. In less than a quarter of an hour, the military camp was completely silent.

Zhang Sheng arrived at some point, silently watching the devastated camp, and only said one sentence: "It's done, let's go." Ji Liuli and Behind Bao Yun retracted their Dao Foundations, and the group didn't have time to check for any spoils of war in the camp before flying back. The altar in the camp had been destroyed, and the Great Shaman within a certain range would inevitably sense it. They might not be able to arrive in person, but the follow-up means of remote retaliation would soon arrive.

On the return journey, for some reason, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn.

Ji Liuli suddenly stopped and said, "There are still some tribes nearby, how should we handle them?"

Zhang Sheng stood in the sky, looking into the distance, without speaking. Behind Bao Yun also remained silent, only looking at Wei Yuan.

At this very moment, Wei Yuan suddenly understood the true meaning of the Immortal Lord's three questions that day.

Some things, right or wrong are not important, good or evil are not important; what is important is that someone must do it and take on this karma.

Wei Yuan suppressed all emotions in his heart and said, "Surprise attack. Limit it to half a stick of incense; kill as many as we can. It would be best to kill until they dare not come again."

Behind Bao Yun said, "Half a stick of incense is a bit long, let's make it two minutes. Leave some time for other tribes; there are several other small tribes around."

Behind Bao Yun now liked to use the time of the world where Xu Wenwu was, as it was more precise and accurate.

"Good." Wei Yuan nodded, then was the first to fly toward the Shaman tribe.

A moment later, a village appeared in front of Wei Yuan.

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In front, at the confluence of two rivers, stood a large village in the center, with about ten thousand people living there. Scattered around were more than a dozen villages of varying sizes.

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a numbness and itch in his nose and mouth, and the surrounding air became somewhat choking. He activated the Qi-Observing Technique, and the villages in his field of vision were constantly emitting green Qi. The larger the village, the thicker the green Qi, which then constantly spread and expanded to the surroundings, slowly changing the environment of heaven and earth.

On a hill in the distance, there were strips of green alternating in thickness. Those were the terraced fields built by the human race, now abandoned, covered by shrubs, vines, and weeds, looking like alternating colors from afar.

The meat and rice needed by the Shaman tribe were mostly planted or raised in water; for them, hills and slopes were basically useless land.

And the Shaman domain's swamps and water lands were useless to humans; nothing could grow in these waters full of toxins. Therefore, at the beginning, they all opened up slopes for fields, and then waited for the heaven and earth to slowly change and the accumulated water on the ground to recede before they could start opening up fields.

The fields at the beginning of opening were full of mud, and poisonous water would gush out from underground from time to time. It often took more than ten years of repeated cultivation for the original swamp to become qualified farmland. To turn it into fertile land, it would probably take decades.

The layers of terraced fields on the hills were recorded in the local gazetteer, and Wei Yuan had specifically read the relevant materials before heading west.

That was the territory of Jiao County, established two hundred years ago, originally a county near the border of Ningxi Prefecture. By the time Xu Zhijie took over as Prefect, the population in the county had grown to one hundred and ten thousand. Those terraced fields on the hills should have been cultivated for more than two hundred years, long since turned into fertile land, supporting the one hundred thousand people of the county. But now, after being abandoned for only two or three years, hundreds of years of effort were completely destroyed.

"Prepare to act, I'll go first!" Wei Yuan said, taking the lead and flying toward the largest village.

In the village, some Shamans could be seen kneeling in the open space of the village, praying to the statue in the center, densely packed, at least a thousand people at a glance.

This was the custom of the Shaman people: to worship the gods and heaven and earth in the early morning, and then most of the Shamans would go to rest, only waking up near dusk to prepare for the night's labor.

Wei Yuan still had a trace of hesitation, then pointed to the sky above the village and manifested the Yushan. Once the Yushan fell, none of the Shamans in the square could escape.

A patch of hazy rain suddenly flew out from Wei Yuan's side, drifting and falling among the Shamans praying in the square. Countless Shaman people only had time to let out a scream before falling to the ground and dying.

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw that strands of green sword Qi were shooting out from the center of Zhang Sheng's brow, turning into rain and falling toward the village.

Seeing Wei Yuan look over, Zhang Sheng said indifferently, "I have done this many times as a master, so this time I will start."

Heaven and earth had long had rules for such things; whoever started first bore the greatest karma.

Wei Yuan no longer hesitated, manifested the Yushan, and smashed it down fiercely.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 143 =====