Below, hundreds of thousands of Tang soldiers were advancing. "General, the ground looks strange. There are black stains all over the rocks and grass," a commander hurriedly reported to the general. "It could be, but we sent soldiers to scout the area a few days ago, and there were no animals that would produce this much dung. Moreover, it has a very peculiar smell. I’ve never seen animal dung before." "Is it spread all over the field?" "Hmm, never mind that. We must hurry to join Prince Yunyang. If we delay, it could be too late. Even though our numbers are greater, the soldiers of Yan are highly skilled. We cannot afford to be careless." "Understood!" The commander nodded firmly. He had been overly cautious, fearing that Yan might have some trick to ambush them. But this area was not suitable for an ambush. The only place to stage an ambush would be from the high cliff, which could only accommodate a few thousand soldiers. How could a few thousand soldiers be enough for hundreds of thousands of Tang soldiers to kill? Simply surrounding the base of the cliff with cavalry would be enough to eliminate the few thousand soldiers on top. Therefore, this area was not suitable for an ambush, and he had already verified that there were no Yan soldiers lying in wait. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a bright light flash from the top of the cliff, falling to the ground below. With the instinct of a warrior, he drew his sword, but as the light hit the ground and the black substance, it immediately caught fire. In a moment of panic, a large barrel floated above his head. The barrel exploded with a loud noise before the dark brown liquid inside rained down, covering the soldiers and horses below. Everything was stained in black spots. However, more barrels continued to appear. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! At that moment, hundreds of thousands of Tang soldiers fell into chaos. Some battalions even broke troop formation. Thousands of fire arrows then rained down. As soon as they touched the black liquid, they ignited instantly. "Ouch, it’s burning!" The chaos intensified. Horses drenched in crude oil caught fire, causing them to run wild. Some soldiers were trampled by the horses, while others trampled each other. In no time, the field turned into a sea of flames. Screams of agony echoed without pause. Some lucky ones managed to escape, while the unlucky ones became a carpet for others. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers scattered, trying to survive, with no spirit left to fight. Wenlang stood still atop the cliff, looking at the sea of flame with calm eyes before heaving a deep sigh. The world was : the big fish eats the little fish. If you don’t kill others, they will kill you. If the Tang soldiers were not eliminated, it would be the people and soldiers of Yan who would be destroyed. The hardships would fall upon the people of Yan. "Your Highness, the Tang soldiers have fled in all directions.” "Mm, let’s go. How is A’Hao doing?" "He is facing a tough situation. Prince Yunyang sent five great warriors against him, each the gold-tier spirit energy cultivator. One of them is at the formless-tier." "Hmm, does Tang really have a formless-tier spirit energy cultivator?" "Yes, apparently one has recently reached the formless-tier, just like the Young General. He is the most formidable warrior in Tang, highly skilled in martial arts." Meanwhile, Yong Saiweihao was in a tough spot. He was still internally injured, which prevented him from using his full potential. At this moment, he was surrounded by five great warriors, one of whom was at the formless-tier. He looked at the bodies of his guards lying around him. They had all protected their master until their last breath. This was the first time so many of his guards had sacrificed their lives. Luckily, he had sent Monk Xin Gong back to the camp earlier. If the old monk had stayed, he would have become another corpse. He also didn’t need to worry about Zhenzhu, as she should have reached the military camp by now, according to the plan he and the guards had made. "This time, all your guard dogs are dead. Show me if the famed Young General of Yan is as formidable as the rumors say," said Yan Wei. He was the only formless-tier spirit energy cultivator in the Tang Region. At the age of just 40, he had reached the formless-tier, earning the admiration and respect of people across Tang. However, his confidence was shaken when his spies reported that a much younger formless-tier spirit energy cultivator had emerged in Yan. How could a spirit energy cultivator who was this young could achieve the formless-tier? Even he, the one being considered a prodigy from a young age, had to train until the age of 40. Upon verifying it himself, he found the reports to be true. A young man, Yong Saiweihao, had reached the formless-tier in his twenties. This man was well-known among martial arts warriors, he explored the martial world since a young age. His skill was exceptional. This young man with a straight face seemed destined to shatter the pride of men in the realm. So, Yan Wei couldn’t allow Yong Saiweihao to live. So, when Prince Yunyang ordered him to eliminate Yong Saiweihao, the young general of Yan, he accepted immediately, bringing additional reinforcements. However, Yong Saiweihao’s guards were exceptional, costing him four gold-tier spirit energy cultivators and many indigo-tier guards. Those guards had become fertilizer for the grass. Now, it was Yong Saiweihao’s turn to head to the Yellow Springs in the underworld. "I am honored to face the Young General of Yan," Yan Wei said. Yong Saiweihao frowned deeply. This man was General Yan Wei of Tang, a spy reported that he was a formless-tier spirit energy cultivator. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be so concerned, but now, injured and unable to use his full power of spirit energy since using too much of it could cause severe internal damage, which was a risk to his life. However, he had no choice but to face him. "Come," Yong Saiweihao said flatly, readying himself for the attack. A sword energy struck toward him immediately. He dodged and raised his sword to block. The two generals clashed with their sword techniques. Swordsmanship was Yong Saiweihao’s strength, having trained in it since childhood. Now, his swordsmanship had reached the Spirit of the Sword. "Spirit of the Sword!" Yan Wei was stunned. This young man had even achieved the Spirit of the Sword! He really should die! Yong Saiweihao could sense the intensifying murderous intent of Yan Wei, but he still managed to handle the fierce attacks. They took turns to attack and retreat. However, Yong Saiweihao’s injuries began to take their toll. He felt the turmoil in his body and increasing pain in his chest. If this continued, he would surely lose. Stealthily, he retrieved a Spirit and Soul plant from his dimensional item and dropped it to the ground, unnoticed by his opponent. As for Yan Wei, he felt that Yong Saiweihao was toying with him. The young man was only defending, not retaliating as he should. Was he underestimating Yan Wei’s abilities? With this in mind, Yan Wei intensified his attacks, aiming to decapitate this young general. Suddenly, he noticed that Yong Saiweihao was moving faster. "Getting serious now, are you?" "Yes," Yong Saiweihao nodded slowly. At that moment, Yan Wei caught a faint whiff of wildflowers, but he paid it little attention and pressed his attack harder. Yong Saiweihao, however, was no longer just defending. "Now, A’Hao!" came the cute, small voice of Zhanchang Vine. Given Yong Saiweihao’s current condition, he couldn’t kill Yan Wei, but he made a resolute decision: no matter what, he had to eliminate this formidable enemy of his region. Otherwise, Yan would surely face destruction. The young man dodged and switched to another form of spirit energy flow. In an instant, his spirit energy returned to normal. His spirit energy and Spirit of the Sword combined into one, aimed directly at Yan Wei. Yan Wei felt all his spirit energy channels being severed into tiny pieces, as if his energy channels were being stripped from his body. The pain gnawed at him like ants biting. Impossible! Could he be defeated so easily? Yan Wei felt there was a moment when he lost focus because of the wildflower scent, but it was just a fleeting breath. Why had he lost so easily? Both generals coughed up blood simultaneously. One was the victor, the other the defeated, or... perhaps they were both losers. At this moment, it wasn’t just Yan Wei’s body that hurt; Yong Saiweihao was in no better condition. The great warriors of both regions were gravely injured. Yong Saiweihao had used a forbidden art of the Zhao family, a special spirit energy flow that defied normal principles. It granted the cultivator peak spirit energy for a brief moment. This forbidden technique was devised for emergencies where survival was at stake. However, the side effects were severe: the cultivator could no longer cultivate spirit energy for the rest of their life because their energy channels would be too damaged to recover, turning them into worthless ordinary people. The previous injuries combined with this grave new injury left Yong Saiweihao unable to stand. He collapsed to the ground, his breath faltering. At that moment, Yan Wei gathered his last ounce of strength and struck his palm against his enemy’s strong chest. If he were to die, he would take the general of Yan with him! Both generals spat out blood again, their breaths shallow. Finally, the fierce eyes of both men closed. The Zhanchang Vine, not far away, slowly grew leaves to cover Yong Saiweihao’s body. As for Yan Wei’s body, it eventually became fertilizer for the vine. The source of thɪs content is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 "A’Hao, don’t die," a little girl’s voice echoed, but there was no response from the body lying motionless on the ground. The Zhanchang Vine tried to transmit its meager spirit energy to sustain the young man’s last breath, but being only a few years old, its spirit energy was incredibly weak. Nevertheless, it did not give up. Fortunately, it had secretly absorbed a bit of divine power from that stinky-faced turtle, which it used to keep Yong Saiweihao’s breath going. However, if this went on for too long, without enough strength, Yong Saiweihao would slowly die. Time passed, and even the vine itself grew extremely weak, as its spirit energy had been transferred to Yong Saiweihao to keep his faint breath alive. Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest, Wenlang was leading people to search for Yong Saiweihao. When he found the corpses of the guards who had sacrificed their lives, he hurriedly pressed on. He had a bad premonition, an inexplicable sinking feeling. The closer he got, the more corpses he found, both of Yong Saiweihao’s guards and of the enemy. Judging by the number of bodies, the enemy had suffered greater losses. He gradually approached the area where it seemed a fierce battle had occurred, as the surrounding trees were toppled and damaged. However, when he tried to find Yong Saiweihao’s body, it was nowhere to be seen. He saw only the bodies of the guards, but this did not put Wenlang at ease. "Your Highness, we did not find the Young General." "Keep searching! If he’s alive, we must find him. If he’s dead, we must find his body!" He prayed that it would not be a corpse. Yong Saiweihao was his first and only friend. If anything happened to him, Wenlang would have lost his best friend forever. "Your Highness, look over there. Under that vine, there’s someone lying beneath its leaves." The body appeared to be wrapped in the vine’s leaves, barely noticeable. Fortunately, one soldier had stepped aside to relieve himself and stumbled upon the peculiar vine with a body wrapped beneath its leaves. "Should we cut it, Your Highness?" a guard asked, raising his sword to strike, but Wenlang quickly stopped him. How could they cut it? He sensed a strange power. "No! Gently peel it away." Upon receiving the command, the guard tried immediately, but no matter how hard he tried, the leaves wouldn’t budge as they tightly enveloped the body. "It won’t come off, Your Highness." Seeing this, Wenlang bowed his head, looking at it while thinking for a moment before sitting on the ground and gently stroking the vine’s leaves. "Let me see him. He’s not dead, right? If so, I’ll take him for treatment," the young man said in a soft, soothing voice as if consoling a child. Suddenly, the strange vine’s leaves slowly began to unfold. The body everyone saw was that of the pale and bloodless Young General Zhao, leaving everyone astonished. Has the Young General passed away? How could that be possible! Everyone was so stunned they couldn’t move. Soon, sorrow consumed their hearts. The body before them—how could it be General Zhao? He was so formidable. Having him was like having a towering tree that shielded them from the wind and rain, providing shade. No matter how severe the storm was, this tree never fell. They couldn’t believe this was the Young General Zhao. It might be a trick by the enemy. "He’s not dead," Wenlang said as he checked Yong Saiweihao’s pulse. Though he still had a breath, the pulse was extremely faint, so faint that he feared a rough touch could extinguish it. Wenlang carefully transmitted his own spirit energy to sustain his friend’s life. He then sent a courier back to the camp to have the physicians ready. If they delayed any longer, they might not be able to snatch his soul back from the God of Death. A’Hao, don’t leave yet. Hang on. Hang on to see Yan’s victory. The battle you fought so hard for is close to succeeding. The Young General’s body was swiftly sent back to the military camp. The military physicians there had prepared everything. As soon as the Young General’s body arrived, anxiety and sorrow filled the soldiers, fearing for their Young General’s life. Zhenzhu, who was speaking with Monk Xin Gong, turned pale when she heard that Yong Saiweihao was gravely injured. She quickly ran to the makeshift medical tent. How could this be? Were they lying to her? Brother Hao was so skilled. Who could possibly harm him? She had great confidence in Yong Saiweihao’s abilities. He was like a towering mountain, too strong and dignified that it could not be taken down. In her eyes, he was the most formidable person in the Yan Region. She never imagined he could be injured. But how could she forget that he was just a man, capable of being injured or killed? Who could harm him so severely? Did the Tang Region have such a talented individual? The young woman ran to the medical tent where physicians and assistants were rushing in and out with worried faces, making her even more alarmed. Was it that serious? Her steps quickened towards the tent, her heart pounding with fear. But as she reached the entrance, the guards wouldn’t let her in. "Brother, may I go in for a moment? I promise not to disturb the physicians," the young woman pleaded, her voice trembling. "You cannot, Miss. The physicians are treating my master now," one of the guards replied politely. He knew how important this woman was to his master, but at this moment, the physicians were working, no one could be allowed inside. So, Zhenzhu had no choice but to wait outside the tent, filled with worry. Nearby, more wounded soldiers were being brought in, indicating that the battle was reaching its decisive point. But what concerned her most now was the condition of the person inside. The young woman paced anxiously in front of the tent, unable to calm down. "A’Zhu, calm down a bit," Baihu said. "Baihu, I’m... I’m scared," she said, her voice trembling. Why did her heart feel so hollow and frightened? She feared losing Brother Hao. How could that be? The stoic man who always cared for and helped her, though he didn’t speak much like others, showed his concern through his actions. She hadn’t even realized how much this young man had influenced her heart. He Ming, who had followed his younger sister, gently patted her head in comfort. "Younger Sister, don’t worry. The general is very skilled. How could anything happen to him?" "Big Brother, but... but..." But the physicians looked so worried. Look, nearly half the physicians had been called to treat him alone. If his condition weren’t so severe, what could it be? "Don’t worry too much. Let’s wait to hear from the physicians," He Ming said in a soothing tone. After more than four hours had passed, the physicians finally emerged from Yong Saiweihao’s tent with grim expressions. Zhenzhu, who had been waiting in front of the tent, didn’t waste any time and rushed to the physicians immediately. Read ‘Rebirth: This Farmgirl Has Spirit Fish Scales’ before anyone else with more Chapters at https://www.jinovel.com/en