A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 181 Reinforcements Arrive

A talisman wrapped the golden bell, and blood dripped from the fingertip onto the talisman.

The tip of the umbrella quickly formed a magic circle on the ground, and the golden bell landed in the center of the circle, raising the tip of the umbrella high—

"Thunder and lightning strike the heavens and earth, the Dharma Union Sacrifice, break!"

The magic circle shone with golden light, and the tip of the umbrella aimed precisely at the golden bell as it fell with a clang!

The golden bell was instantly pierced and shattered in two.

"Thump—thump...thump..."

One by one, figures landed, and the enemy soldiers, who were like puppets, all fell to the ground, covering the ground in a dark mass.

The gloom and dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moonlight shone through, illuminating the ground. Enemy soldiers lay scattered about, black smoke billowing from their bodies, emitting an extremely foul stench.

Pang Long crouched down, panting, one hand supporting his broadsword as he looked into the distance. The two figures standing there seemed to emit a hazy glow when they came into view.

He forced himself to his feet, exhausted, and with difficulty raised his broadsword. "We've won!"

Cheers erupted in front of the city gate, which, combined with wailing and sobbing, looked quite comical.

Calmness finally returned.

The short man's eyes widened, and he stretched out his severed hand, trying to take back the golden bell, yelling "bitch!"

Xiang He squatted down, picked up the cloth bag he had dropped, and put the broken golden bell inside.

His lowered eyes concealed the anger within, and his words remained indifferent, "Who taught you the Golden Bell Soul Driving Technique?"

Bloodstains from her fingertips stained the gray cloth bag, which Xiang He casually rubbed. "What is your relationship with the Grand Tutor of Yu the Great? This war is related to him."

The short man was still cursing when Xiang He slowly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, his face cold as he raised his foot and stomped on the man's severed arm. "Speak properly."

"Ah!!! Go away, go away!" He slapped with his still-intact hand, "Get away! You wretch! You've ruined my Golden Bell, an unforgivable sin! You will surely be punished by Heaven! Get away!"

Xiang He withdrew her foot, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "You'll be mine soon enough."

Blood dripped from her right cheek, making her appear even more terrifying, especially with her chilling smile.

Xing Ji rushed over, and He Sui'an stopped and came to her side, gently lifting her chin to check her injuries. "Take her back first, your injuries need to be treated."

Her gentle words were tinged with heartache. In the blink of an eye, Xiang He suppressed her anger and smiled faintly, "It's nothing serious, just a disfigurement. You came just in time."

The two turned to look at the main road, which was a dark and overwhelming sight.

He Sui'an took out a handkerchief from his bosom and carefully pressed it against her cheek. "Press it down first."

Xiang He raised her hand to stop her, "Only the two of you arrived?"

"The army arrived quickly. I led a thousand soldiers ahead, and scouts went to investigate. There should be more troops behind."

Her face was burning with pain, but Xiang He didn't care. "Black Crow, fly over and take a look."

"I don't want to go..."

Xiang He held up a large umbrella to him, "I can't sense any yin energy ahead, there should only be people left."

Helpless, the black crow let out a strange cry and flew away. He Suian helped Xiang He walk back. "Judging from the corpses on the ground, there should only be 20,000 troops. The rest are still lying in wait."

Xiang He nodded. "Zhu Nan checked last night and said there are 50,000 troops. We need to make plans early to avoid a sudden attack."

"Don't worry, Ziyue will be here soon."

Zhou Ziyue......

Xiang He frowned and lowered his head, "As expected, they sent General Zhou..."

She had thought before that this really didn't seem like a coincidence.

Sorrow once again filled her heart, and Xiang He felt utterly exhausted. "Let's go back first. Zhu Nan's injuries are serious, and the Four Ghosts also need offerings."

It's unimaginable that this was her first time fighting a war, especially one like this.

He Suian helped her walk back, Xing Ji followed behind with the short man, and the four ghosts floated away without showing their forms.

Pang Long arranged for the wounded soldiers to return, and that night, the city gates were littered with corpses.

Standing at the city gate, Xiang He glanced back and said, "These are all dead soldiers. I never thought they would still be driven after death. They are not human."

He Sui paused for a moment, then said, "Those four ghosts..."

Xiang He glared at him irritably and nudged him in the waist with her elbow. "That was their own choice. I didn't force them."

"Yes, yes, be careful not to tear your wound."

Zhu Nan was seriously injured, and Xiang He also had many small wounds on his body, his white clothes already stained with blood.

"Sister!"

Xiang Yang stood unharmed before her, and Xiang He smiled, "So brave."

Seemingly pleased with the praise, Xiangyang's earlier fear vanished, her cheeks flushed, "Sister is amazing too!"

"Of course."

The group chatted and laughed as they returned to the city. The wounded soldier sat down on the ground, and everyone helped treat his wounds.

They went up to the city wall and chanted a hemostatic incantation to He Kou. The bleeding on their faces stopped, and He Sui'an took out a palm mirror, saying, "Let the mirror flower and water moon appear."

The Mirror Flower floated out from the mirror, and upon seeing the wound on Xiang He's face, it panicked.

"Young lady, your injuries are so severe!"

Jinghua hurriedly searched for a medicine bottle in the basket beside her. "We need to apply the medicine quickly. You'll have to bear the pain, young lady."

Xiang He didn't want to move at all, and just lay there limply, letting the two of them do whatever they wanted to her.

He Suian and Xiang Yang faced the outside of the city when a dark shadow flew over, flapped its wings, and landed on He Suian's hand. "There are still tens of thousands of people ten miles away, all of them alive."

"Is there any movement?"

Black Crow ruffled its feathers. "No, the general up ahead seems to be waiting for news."

“It seems the news has spread quickly,” he said, glancing sideways at Xiangyang. “Go and inform General Pang, and then have Zhu Zhen come to me.”

Upon receiving the order, Xiangyang clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied, "Yes!"

"You know how to use people."

He Suian did not turn around. Xiang He's clothes were torn open at the wound site, revealing flesh and blood.

"I am now General Zhou's deputy general. Xiao Yang is a soldier, so naturally he must obey my orders."

"What an imposing official presence!"

The two laughed at the same time, relaxing their minds and bodies in the dull night.

"Ouch! Shuiyue, be gentle..."

Shuiyue paused for a moment with her bandaged hand, then quickly leaned over and blew on it. "The young lady didn't take us with her, we were so worried!"

"Isn't it here now?"

Xiang He looked up at the night sky. The waning moon was very bright, but it also had a touch of desolation in it.

"Fortunately, you were able to set off in a couple of days. On the way, we met Fourth Aunt and the girl's parents, who were also very kind and sent people to escort them to the capital."

Upon hearing the news from her parents, Xiang He's gaze fell on He Suian's back. He stood straight with his hands behind his back, his upright spine appearing very composed.

I stared for a long time before the pain in my leg brought me back to my senses.

"Thank you."

The figure stiffened slightly for a moment, then relaxed his shoulders, saying, "There's no need for thanks."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the wounds didn't hurt much. Xiang He looked down at her injuries, which were now completely wrapped in gauze.

"Sir, all right."

He Sui'an took off his outer robe and gave it to Xiang He to wear, saying, "Go check on Zhu Nan's injuries."

"Wait a minute," Xiang He picked up a medicine bottle from the side, "your wound needs to be bandaged too."

He Suian's wound was deep, and Xiang He wanted to use a needle and thread, but unfortunately, she didn't have any.

"If only we had a needle and thread, it would be so bad, the bone is almost showing, it will take a long time to heal."

"Why weren't you muttering about needle and thread just now?"

Xiang He gestured with her lip, "Without anesthesia, it still hurts a lot as the needles go through you one by one."

At this moment, a small wooden box appeared in Jinghua's hand. "Miss, Jinghua has needles and thread here."

The two stared blankly at the needle and thread in her hands. Xiang He smiled and said, "Want to try?"

With a look of tenderness and helplessness in her eyes, He Sui sat on the ground with her eyes closed. "Come on."