Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 379: Ancient Plains Suppression

Liu Yu naturally knew about this situation. He said helplessly, "I know this, but you can't let me break my promise. If I displease Xuan Ling, the market in Forgotten Township may have to change partners."

The chief shopkeeper nodded when he heard this. This possibility was very high. His typical profiteer eyes started to turn and he said thoughtfully, "That's a problem. How about we do this... this..."

"If that happens, we'll bleed a lot."

"Don't worry about this little profit. The market is a treasure trove."

"What the chief manager said is true. The chief manager is wise."

"Nonsense, when have I, your third uncle, not been wise and powerful?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Liu Yu responded quickly.

These uncle and nephew are really shameless.

While the Iron Wolf Cavalry was resting after being injured, the major temples and new villages were preparing to engage in a fierce battle with the wandering ghost beasts.

On the desolate land, there stands a ruined county town.

Although the three characters "Guyuan County" on the city gate are mottled, they still stubbornly show the glory of the past.

The streets under the city wall are now in ruins, with scattered bricks and stones and overgrown weeds. The hustle and bustle of the past has turned into silence.

"Da da da" With the sound of crisp footsteps, an army wearing dark purple soft armor came onto the ruins of the ancient county town.

They were well-equipped, holding strong bows and arrows as sharp as wolf teeth; sharp swords hung on their waists, and shields were as heavy as mountains; long spears were straight like towering pine and cypress trees.

Zi Ling stood at the front of the team. His eyes were firm and his expression was serious, exuding an inviolable aura.

Ahead of them were groups of wandering ghost beasts.

These ghost beasts have strange shapes and hideous faces. They wander on the dilapidated streets, making terrifying roars, rushing out from the ruins and attacking the spirit guards.

"Kill!" Zi Ling shouted loudly and swung the long sword in his hand. The spirit guards quickly deployed a formation and launched an attack on the group of ghost beasts.

The battle process is like a carefully choreographed dance. Every movement is full of power and beauty, yet extremely cruel.

"Swish, swish, swish", the archer's arrows were like meteors in the night sky, cutting through the air, carrying the whistling sound of death, and accurately shot into the group of ghost beasts.

"Boom!" As the arrows exploded, blood and flesh splattered, the roar of the ghost beast stopped abruptly, and the body pierced by the arrows fell down powerlessly, turning into one broken corpse after another on the battlefield.

The sword and shield soldiers were a solid barrier on the battlefield. They worked closely together, and their shields were like a solid wall of steel, blocking the fierce attacks of the ghost beasts.

Under the protection of their shields, they swung the sharp blades in their hands mercilessly, and every blow took away the enemy's vitality.

Amid the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, the flesh and blood of ghost beasts flew everywhere, dyeing the desolate street red.

The spearmen were the commandos on the battlefield. They quickly cut in from the flanks, and their spears pierced straight into the hearts of the ghost beasts like dragons emerging from the sea.

Their attacks were swift and powerful, and every charge could knock a ghost beast to the ground.

Their figures shuttled across the battlefield like messengers of death, bringing the end and death.

Zi Ling was in charge personally. His swordsmanship was extremely sharp. Every swing of the sword was like a thunderbolt, hitting the target accurately.

His figure moved quickly on the battlefield, like a dancer dancing on the stage of death.

His sword flashed, and every strike could take the life of a ghost beast.

Under his leadership, the spirit guards displayed amazing fighting power. They cooperated well with each other, and were capable of both offense and defense, and they defeated the group of ghost beasts.

Their battle was like a carefully choreographed symphony, every note filled with power and passion.

Their figures intertwined on the battlefield, like a huge net, catching all the enemies in one fell swoop.

The battle lasted for a full hour. When the last ghost beast fell, there were no ghost beasts left standing on the street. There was only black blood flowing and corpses lying on the street.

Under the blazing sun, Zi Ling and the spirit guards stood on a street littered with corpses. Their armors were stained with black blood. They looked like demons, emitting an irresistible murderous aura.

The wandering group of ghost beasts were unable to cause any trouble in the face of thousands of spirit guards. Even the Eagle Guards were reduced to cleaning up the battlefield.

This battle of massacre was not the first battle fought by Zi Ling leading the third batch of transformed spirit guards.

They killed their way all the way from the temple, and the spiritual guards' cultivation levels quickly advanced from the second or third grade to the third or fourth grade, with an astonishing speed of improvement.

"Men, it's our turn." Outside the city gate, Li Dali waved to the thousands of search team members who were pushing wheelbarrows behind him.

The convoy moved as planned, with one person pushing the cart and one standing guard, working in perfect harmony.

They followed the spirit guards all the way, searching for supplies and gained a lot.

After Zi Ling was sure that there were no more ghost beast threats in the county town, he led his team eastward. He wanted to lead the spirit guards all the way eastward to the next temple village.

"Haha, old man Li, after you finish searching for supplies in this county, please go back to the temple. I, the God Yu, will follow the team to attack the Qian Temple." Heizi's voice sounded in the air.

"I will follow your orders." Li Dali clasped his fists and accepted the order.

"Lord Shen Yu, please come to Zhaolun Valley more often when you have time." Some soldiers and civilians shouted loudly.

"Haha, got it. Be careful. The Ghost Festival is coming. Don't come out to collect supplies."

"We will follow the instructions of Lord Shen Yu." The soldiers and civilians replied loudly.

People have feelings. After fighting side by side for a year, they have already accumulated deep feelings.

At the Jufeng City Pier, Liu Yu laughed heartily and gave Yi Jiu a warm hug.

"Hehe, Manager Liu, now that we are back in your territory, how are you going to entertain us?" Yijiu said with a laugh.

Liu Yu said with a bitter face: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint Brother Yijiu. The city is overcrowded with people and it's a mixed bag. It's not a good time to enter the city, but a time to leave..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and Yijiu's smile faded. After Liu Yu finished speaking, he couldn't help but look around. In the noisy dock, people were looking at him with obscure eyes from time to time.

"Let's leave now without further delay." Yijiu said in a deep voice.

"I've asked my brothers to notify Chen Jun and the others. Once the last batch of goods arrives, we'll leave."

"Okay." Yifeng nodded and made a subtle gesture to the temple guards on the deck.

Sometimes you want to leave quietly, but someone just doesn't let you do that.

"Hey, this black ship is pretty good, it's worth requisitioning." A frivolous voice suddenly arose.

"Shua, shua, shua" Yi Jiu and others heard the sound and turned their heads to look. What caught their eyes was a team of city guards wearing leather armor, led by a young man, walking towards them arrogantly.

"Hey, isn't this Team Gou's guy? How come he has time to come to the dock today?" Liu Yu smiled and cursed Team Gou's ancestors in his heart.