Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 624 - 389 The War of Xilu Soldiers, Halfway Through, The Strange Qi Huang of the Spirit Medicine Kingdom, Has the World Fallen Ill? Taoist Trembles with Fear_2

Upon the wilderness, Ming Yue hung in the sky like a platter.

The tall soldier looked at the handsome young man's back before him, his mouth slightly open but unsure how to begin.

"Uncle has come to be a mediator, hasn't he?" The supreme commander of the military power turned around, gazing at the pillar that had supported him all this way, now the strongest among the soldiers, the deputy marshal, with a trace of fatigue on his face.

"Marshal."

"Uncle, please call me Aksa the Protean Armament Warrior."

"Without the 'Soldier's Soul Slaying Canon,' does the Aksa clan still exist among the soldiers, Protean Armament Warrior?" the tall soldier said in a low voice.

"Uncle, ever since my father sacrificed his life to open the passage to the Human Realm, we could not turn back. I do not know the future of the Aksa clan without the 'Soldier's Soul Slaying Canon.' However, I have been cultivating the 'Supreme Army Celestial Technique' at an incredible pace and I keenly feel the premonition of a looming catastrophe."

"Among the three lands of the Human Realm, We, the soldiers, can't even conquer the entirety of Xilu territory. If we continue to hoard our treasures without change, the problem will no longer be about the existence of the Aksa clan but rather whether soldiers will have a future at all."

"Uncle, why do you think our soldiers were the first to integrate with the Human Realm? With father's strength back then, was it really just a lucky find that led to the weakest spot in space?"

"Or rather, was that weak spot in space deliberately created by someone, or did it naturally form…" The deep voice of the supreme military commander drifted over, the moonlight casting upon his back making his visage somewhat obscure.

"Are you saying..."

"Uncle, I am afraid, afraid that someone is using our soldier race as their blade!"

"The Human Race is not to be trusted, and the other realms even less so. Uncle, despite our current dominance over nearly half of Xilu's land and our apparent prosperity, I am merely fighting a desperate struggle for survival."

"The fate of the soldiers must be in our own hands. If there are no soldiers left, what use are precious ores and miraculous methods?"

"Is a Monkey King with a pile of rotten bananas truly a king? Distribute the bananas, uncle. Heavenly Dao does not favor the Human Race or even our soldiers. We can only strengthen ourselves by all means, growing strong at a speed beyond others' imagination."

"Uncle, my father entrusted the fate of our race into my hands, and I am willing to make any sacrifice. I hope my uncles won't make this difficult for me."

Mercy does not command troops; at this point, the supreme military commander's intent to kill was fully revealed!

Being of the same race, like passengers in the same boat, instead of dying together in the future, it's better to send them off now and perhaps seize an opportunity.

The stronger the soldiers, the stronger I, the supreme military commander, will become. Gathering the masses to break through the stalemate is the path I have chosen, for myself and more so for the soldiers.

"Soldiers, to ultimate victory!"

The tall soldier knelt on one knee, placing his hand over his chest.

"War God, I will stand behind you and take care of everything. There are some things that are more convenient for me to handle."

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"It's best not to dirty your hands, especially with the blood of our own people."

"Uncle." The supreme commander's voice came out hoarse, and even with his mental fortitude, he could not help but reveal a touch of emotion.

"On the battlefield, there are no fathers and sons, let alone uncles. Aksa the Protean Armament Warrior, this is the last time I will address you as such. From this day forth, you are the war god of our soldier race!"

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"Miao Zi, go to the nearby Bear Cave to fetch some more honey. Remember, don't take it all at once, leave some behind."

"Hehe, dad, rest assured, this is what you taught me; to fish in a sustainable way without disrupting the stability of the bear population, right? I know. Once I'm back, let's hit them again."

Miao Zi stood upright, thumped his chest, and then leapt, his figure disappearing into the shadows cast by the tree canopy.

It had been more than ten days since Yi Chen had left Sea Dragon City, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened on the road, except for some petty thieves lurking about.

Now, halfway through their journey, Lin Luo decided to rest for the night and hold a small meeting with the team. Yi Chen naturally had no objections; he welcomed such an opportunity to relax. He went to a nearby hilltop, planning to indulge in some honey-glazed chicken wings.

The setting sun cast a golden glow, dyeing the clouds on the horizon red.

"Grilled chicken wings, oh how I love them~"

"Bear Cave honey as the honey sauce~"

"Loyal Leopard, get some more pine wood, Daoist Lin Luo will be arriving soon, and we're running short of wood."

Next to a bonfire made of pine logs, each as thick as two fingers, several iron skewers each pierced through seven or eight chicken wings; Yi Chen was using a wolf-hair brush to coat them with honey glaze.

The Loyal Leopard, salivating at the side, instantly disappeared behind the hillside upon hearing Yi Chen's words.

As time went on, a rich aroma spread with the evening breeze under the licking flames of the burning pine wood, signaling that the chicken wings were almost ready.

Just then, a faint singing voice suddenly came from afar.

"Wasted half a lifetime, only to learn four words, 'dedicated to healing others.'

"Birth, aging, sickness, death, fame, and gain, are but extraneous matters."

"Treating the poor and the rich alike, aspiring only for a clear conscience, as the egret sings at dusk, returning home!"

"Pouring a pot of wine, chanting as the twilight fades, healing the weak Qi and bones, saving those with impaired sight...."

"Eh, that's the scent of chicken wings, and the fragrance of Bear Cave honey, too."

"These chicken wings are perfectly scored, their tendons softened yet not mushy by the masterful shaking of a true expert's internal strength, not bad at all."

The singing voice grew closer, and all of a sudden, a traveling physician appeared before Yi Chen, his head wrapped in a blue cloth and feet shod in straw sandals.

This man held a banner in his left hand that read "Dedicated to Healing Others," while in his right, he grasped a greasy yellow gourd to his mouth. His eyes lit up at the sight of Yi Chen's roasted chicken wings, and his figure flickered rapidly.

"Dammit, Old... Elder, you are a true connoisseur!"

Yi Chen swung his hand to stop the traveling physician from snatching the chicken wings, but grasped at thin air as the man's figure turned ethereal, as if he was made of nothing, and when he reappeared, he was already holding an iron skewer in his hand.

Looking at the scene unfolding before him, Yi Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with caution.

Dammit, could this be a master sent by Emperor Qin Ying Si in response to the matter of his visit to Dragon Tiger Mountain?

Damn it, Ying Si, you're offering so little money, do you even have a conscience?

With this money, I might at most be able to flee with Daoist Lin Luo, but I definitely won't be able to save the others, even if I wanted to increase the price.

One can discern the master by his first move.

To snatch food from the mouth of Yi Chengzi, he was not just an old practitioner, but probably an old senior. Yi Chen gave a sheepish laugh, deciding to follow the procedure and gauge the situation first.

"Elder, who exactly are you, honored sir? Yi Chengzi, at your service!"

"Isn't it written clearly here, 'Dedicated to Healing Others,' a traveling physician from the realm of wanderers,

Tsk tsk, impressive cultivation you have there, young man. I almost fell for your trick, but luckily this old man still has a cutting edge." As a black mole the size of a soybean on the nose of the traveling physician trembled, he proudly bit into one of the golden chicken wings from the skewer,

"Heh~ indeed, they are the wings of a spiritual bird, the Fire Phoenix. It seems this bird has been specially bred to enhance its wings, making the meat even more elastic and smooth, impressive indeed. And this Fire Phoenix was actually fed with the spiritual herb 'Fire-Suppressing Grass.' I didn't expect the young Taoist to be so wealthy."

Yi Chen: "....." Meeting a connoisseur, he could describe the spiritual materials given by King Jing's consort in such detail.

"The elder is indeed an experienced gourmet. Yi Chengzi admires your discernment, please, take a seat."

Seeing that the mysterious elder did not seem intent on aggression, Yi Chen was no longer inclined to continue hostilities.

What's the point of risking life and limb for Emperor Qin Ying Si's empty promises? It's not worth it. Might as well see what this person is really up to.

"Come, drink! Elder, in your endeavor to heal the world, what diseases do you specialize in treating, and with what medicines?" Yi Chen promptly took out fine wine and dishes from his storage ring and, after sharing a few drinks with the elder, began to draw out his secrets.

"Eh, you're not being honest, young Taoist. I've wasted my life and achieved nothing."

"The Human Realm in ruins, loyal bones buried beneath the green hills, where in this world could one find the art of resurrection, to break through the Heavenly Dao and cycle back."

"Wasting half my life, I finally understand that although the best medicine is bitter, the lack of medicine in this world is the most bitter of all."

"Young Taoist, people can take medicine when they are sick, but when the world is sick, it needs to consume people, you see~"