Infinite Professions

Chapter 349 - 182: Magician

The sinister wind howled, and dark currents surged.

But the realm of the land formed a golden barrier, keeping the evil spirits of the mountain away.

"Want to rely on the power of the mortal world to hold out?"

"Hmph!"

Wang Po saw this and was not surprised, merely sneered coldly, looking at her surrounding followers.

Tens of riders nodded and then charged out. Midway through, they leaped in the air, soaring over the high city walls, demonstrating abilities nearly equal to Liang Erjiang, the True Qi master.

These were the followers of the "Five Immortals Gang" from years past.

Back then, Wang Po led the Five Immortals Gang across the border, rampaging across the Northern and Southern lands of the river, plundering the populace. At its peak, there were a hundred followers, three hundred affiliates, all empowered with the "Five Immortals" power. Although they couldn’t besiege cities and plunder counties easily, ordinary towns and villages could not withstand them.

The Baixi Town from fifty years ago is such an example. The community of over two thousand people, though having a dock fortress tower for protection, was still overrun, plundered, massacred, even the Land God devoured by the Five Immortals.

After committing such a great crime, they were then besieged by the heavy forces of Jinyang Prefecture’s Human Gods, with only ten remaining out of the initial hundred followers and three hundred affiliates. Yet they easily claimed Black Cloud Village, establishing themselves for decades on Little Yellow Mountain.

Their immense strength is evident!

The dozen Five Immortals followers flew up, each wearing the Northern barbarian garb, oblivious to the Southern heat, with peculiar grimaces, looking neither entirely human nor not. Although they hadn’t cultivated True Qi, they could leap over the high wall in a single bound.

They were indeed among the magician’s ranks!

In this world, there exist ghosts, gods, monsters, and demons, along with people from Daoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and Legalism - three religions, and nine schools.

Magicians belong to the nine schools, their devotion often to Evil gods and profane rituals, monsters, and evil spirits.

This Five Immortals Gang is no exception; the Five Immortal gods they worship, named the Five Immortals, are in fact the Five Poisons.

They wield the power of Five Poisons, equating to possession by the Divine Strike. Over the years, their flesh transformed, achieving a half living half dead, half human half ghost, half demon half monster form, capable of wielding many evil techniques.

They flew over the wall, landing in the courtyard.

"Kill!!"

A Yellow Turban Strongman charged, spear in hand, swift as lightning, fiercely thrusting at one’s chest.

As a result...

"Clang!!!"

Upon hearing a metallic sound, sparks flew out, yet the mighty and forceful spear strike onto the magician’s body was completely unharmed, merely tearing the outer garment.

"Hmph!"

Seeing this, the magician sneered coldly, swung the long blade, slashing at the strongman’s neck, as the Five Poisons power counteracted the Divine Strike technique, blood splattered instantly, the Yellow Turban Strongman fell with a wail.

"Aqiang!"

Witnessing such a situation, Song Wu flew into a rage, quickly rushing forward to engage the magician in battle.

After the Song family moved to Little Huang Village, they were tutored by Shen Hex from youth, thriving in martial arts training. Though limited by their talent, progress had been slow, but after several years, they cultivated their Inner Strength. Now with Protective Divine Power, even facing True Qi masters, they could fight for a while.

Currently, Song Ying led a few Yellow Turban Strongmen, entangling the True Qi skilled and experienced Liang Erjiang.

But these magicians are even harder to deal with than True Qi masters, for the True Qi martial artists, no matter how strong, have the flesh and blood bodies, inevitably cautious against the blades and spears of the Yellow Turban Strongmen.

These magicians differ as they’re half living half dead, half human half ghost, like the Yellow Turban Strongmen empowered by Divine Strike, both undaunted by usual weapons, capable of using the Five Immortals Technique to dispel the Protective Divine Power of the Yellow Turban Strongmen.

Thus, when more than ten Five Immortal sorcerers entered the fray, the situation tilted, even as Song Wu valiantly tangled with two, the remaining pressed the strongmen hard, forcing retreat after retreat.

Moreover, as they struggled, the Three Strongholds Bandits climbed the city walls, hundreds gathering densely, leaving Song Wu and the dozen strongmen in a dire position.

"Retreat!"

"Fall back to the Land God Temple!"

Seeing circumstances tilting against them, Song Wu decisively called out to lead the troops in retreat.

"Kill!!"

Beyond the high walls, Wang Po perceiving this smiled sinisterly, sprang like a dark crow over the walls, leading the Three Strongholds followers in pursuit, splitting many to attack the towers at the corners.

Defeat collapsed like a mountain!

Wang Po was unsurprised by this outcome.

Little Huang Village’s land indeed had some means, not only building a dock fortress but also cultivating thirty to forty Daoist soldiers with the Divine Strike technique. If regular bandits like the Black Wind Village hit them, they would face grave misfortune.

But unfortunately, today’s invaders included, besides the Black Wind Village, her Black Cloud Village and the Five Immortals Gang.

These dozen Five Immortals magicians were companions from her past adventures across the river, plundering the north and south lands, how could mere recent Daoist soldiers withstand them?

"Kill!"

"Break into the Land God Temple!"

Wang Po led the charge, followed by the dozen Five Immortals sorcerers, with Liang Erjiang and the hundreds of Black Cloud bandits chanting along, pursuing Song Wu, Song Ying, and the strongmen.

Although they had Protective Divine Power, facing such formidable foes, some were sporadically obstructed, eventually only a dozen Yellow Turban Strongmen retreated in front of the inner fort, casualties severe and morale severely diminished.

"There’s still an inner fort?"

Seeing the Land God Temple surrounded by the inner fort, Wang Po’s eyes narrowed, yet she proceeded fearlessly, leading the crowd to assault.

Unexpectedly...

"Clang clang clang!"

Drums sounded fiercely, torches flaring from all directions, illuminating the village inside and out, bright as daylight.

"Kill!!!"

The tower doors abruptly opened, numerous young men flooded out, the leaders were Yellow Turban Strongmen, each bare-chested, a yellow scarf tied around their heads.

Dozens of strongmen, hundreds of young men, all fearless of death, stormed out of the tower, lining up upon the four walls.