: Dice Bone Demigod, What's Wrong With You?

Author: Gu Zhenren

2025-02-10

: Dice Bone Demigod, What's Wrong With You?

"I killed Wulan!" Ning Zhuo's spirits lifted.

He was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, yet on the battlefield, he had forcefully slain a cultivator at the Golden Core level.

In terms of actual combat power, Wulan was no ordinary Golden Core; he was definitely among the elite within Golden Core cultivators!

"The Hundred Arts of Cultivation are like levers, continuously amplifying one's original power."

"Through mechanisms and battle formations, I consolidate military strength, empower myself—so killing a Golden Core-level expert isn't really that strange."

Ning Zhuo quickly calmed down.

"How much military merit is one Golden Core expert worth?"

"It's no big deal."

"What I should think about is how to kill more Golden Core cultivators, even Nascent Soul-level enemies!"

Tu Ming, who had been present earlier, had already fled.

This Great Shaman of the Hundred Poisons Tribe, after escaping once in the ambush battle, had run away again this time.

"I wonder if Shen Qinghe can catch up to him?"

"Shen Qinghe is a well-known Nascent Soul-level cultivator from the Embroidery Flower Kingdom, specializing in the Clear Spirit Detoxification Sutra, which specifically counters poison cultivators."

"But Tu Ming is a local snake here, familiar with the terrain. It's not impossible he set up a teleportation array in advance."

After a moment's thought, Ning Zhuo immediately pulled back his thoughts and shifted his blazing, battle-intent-filled gaze towards the purple-black poison mist.

Diao Ye, hidden within the poison mist, felt chills run through his entire body!

There were three of them on this mission. Now, the strongest, Tu Ming, had run off; Wulan, who was of similar cultivation, had become a corpse; leaving only him alone.

Truly, one hand cannot clap alone!

"Escape!" Diao Ye roared, wildly channeling his magic power to create over a hundred poison mist clones, scattering in all directions to flee.

These poison mist clones were entirely black and purple. To conceal himself, Diao Ye also wrapped his own body in a layer of purple-black poison mist.

"Where do you think you're going!" Zhang Hei shouted, brandishing his Black Serpent Spear, pouring both magic power and military strength into it, once again executing the military tactic—Overwhelming Army Advance.

A vast tide of soldiers swept forward, submerging most of the poison mist clones.

Innate Talent—Purple Whiskers Startle Swan!

Guan Hong also used his innate talent to immobilize a small portion of the poison mist clones, followed immediately by the blade radiance of his Blood Dragon Saber.

Diao Ye was hiding among them; the disguise of purple-black poison mist covering his body was shattered.

Liu Er, holding the Profound Yellow Sword, immediately charged forward to attack.

Diao Ye glared furiously, his will to fight to the death fully ignited: "If you want my life, at least one of you must stay behind to accompany me in death!"

Poison Technique—Nether Poison Mutual Demise!

Diao Ye's entire body turned purple, transforming into a purple poison man. He turned back and charged directly at Liu Er.

Liu Er was startled and hastily retreated.

But Diao Ye was incredibly fast, quickly closing the distance, on the verge of reaching Liu Er.

At the critical moment, Guan Hong rushed to support.

"Don't hurt my elder brother!"

Guan Hong extended his right arm and struck out powerfully with his palm.

Martial Technique—Right Block.

His right arm erupted with mysterious light, like a shield, intercepting the desperately counterattacking Diao Ye.

Boom.

The next moment, Diao Ye exploded violently.

In the explosion, purple-black shockwaves swept out in all directions. A poison spear shot out from within—only palm-sized, but exceptionally sharp—piercing directly through the mysterious light and into the bone of Guan Hong's right arm.

Even a tough man like Guan Hong couldn't help but let out a low roar from the intense pain.

"Second Brother!" Liu Er rushed over, casting a spell onto the wound on Guan Hong's right arm.

In just a few breaths, the wound had corroded the flesh, leaving only the bone remaining.

Under Liu Er's spell, the bone was barely preserved, not rotting into two pieces.

Guan Hong sheathed his Blood Dragon Saber, holding his right forearm with his left hand, and staggered back into the military formation.

This made Ning Zhuo's heart jump.

"The perils of war!"

"I still need to be cautious."

"Even the mighty Guan Hong was injured like this. If I were in the same situation, my plight would be even worse than his."

"After all, my physical cultivation foundation is far inferior to that of Generals Liu, Guan, and Zhang."

Ning Zhuo now realized that in large-scale battles like this, cultivators with a solid physical cultivation foundation had a significant advantage.

According to the three supreme methods Ning Zhuo cultivated, he had no weaknesses.

But currently, Ning Zhuo was still stronger in spellcasting.

It wasn't due to lazy cultivation or incomplete techniques, but simply because he hadn't been cultivating for long enough.

Ning Zhuo was only sixteen years old now.

Previously, at Medicine King Valley, he had greatly improved his close-combat abilities. But this improvement was relative to his past self. Compared to elite Golden Core cultivators like Liu, Guan, and Zhang, he naturally fell far short.

Cleaning up the battlefield wasn't difficult.

Because this time, the Three Generals Battalion only had three opponents.

Wulan's corpse was collected by Ning Zhuo, while Diao Ye, having self-destructed, didn't even leave his Golden Core behind—essentially vanished without a trace.

The main task for the Three Generals Battalion in cleaning the battlefield was to gather the bodies of their fallen comrades.

Just this task wasn't something ordinary cultivators could accomplish.

Because corpses after poisoning, without proper and thorough methods, posed a poisoning risk even just getting close.

The Three Generals Battalion's foundation was ultimately shallow. Only after Ning Zhuo sacrificed over a dozen mechanism puppets and Liu Er personally took action were they able to temporarily handle the corpses of their comrades and collect them one by one.

In the cultivation world, many demonic path methods were very adept at utilizing such corpses.

Therefore, corpses on the battlefield often had to be recovered.

These corpses would be transported back to their country, most buried in their clan's ancestral lands.

This wasn't just about returning to one's roots; it also benefited their respective families, helping the deceased descend to the underworld and quickly reunite with their ancestors, preventing them from becoming lonely ghosts.

After working for over an hour, the Three Generals Battalion awaited Shen Qinghe's return.

Shen Qinghe's robes were stained with blood and poison, but her expression remained cool and detached.

Seeing Shen Qinghe return empty-handed, Liu Er's heart sank. He cupped his hands and inquired.

Shen Qinghe's gaze was clear; as soon as Liu Er spoke, she discerned his true meaning and cut him off directly: "Tu Ming escaped."

Liu, Guan, Zhang, and Ning all sighed inwardly almost simultaneously.

Tu Ming, as a Nascent Soul True Monarch and the Great Shaman of the Hundred Poisons Tribe, was extraordinary in both combat power and status. If they could have captured him, the Three Generals Battalion's military merits would have been immense.

But since Shen Qinghe had no gains, the Three Generals Battalion's merits were limited to the lives of the two Golden Core-level cultivators, Wulan and Diao Ye.

Liu Er quickly offered comfort, expressing concern for Senior Shen Qinghe and deep gratitude for her timely appearance and assistance.

Shen Qinghe shook her head slightly: "It was Du Tiechuan's arrangement."

"He dispatched four armies and also anticipated the responses from the Thousand Peaks Forest side."

"Looking at it now, his estimations were quite accurate."

"Alright, after this battle, you can return to the army."

Liu, Guan, Zhang, and Ning were very surprised.

For a moment, Liu Er doubted his hearing, until Shen Qinghe produced a jade slip.

The contents of the jade slip were Du Tiechuan's new military order. The stamp he affixed was quickly verified.

Du Tiechuan ordered the Three Generals Battalion to turn back because probing the虚实 of Thousand Peaks Forest had reached a point with clear results.

He demanded that the Three Generals Battalion speed up their movement to the designated location to participate in the major battle.

Moreover, he warned in the letter that if the Three Generals Battalion showed any actual delay or tendency to delay, they would face strict清算 after the war.

Liu Er's expression was complex; he couldn't help but develop a new understanding of Du Tiechuan. He sighed, "Marshal Du... truly lives up to being the commander dispatched by the Two Pillars Kingdom."

Ning Zhuo's thoughts, however, weren't focused here.

He was using divine sense to communicate with Sun Lingtong: "Boss, judging by this, Du Tiechuan probably arranged reinforcements for the other three routes as well."

Sun Lingtong strongly agreed with this conjecture: "Little Zhuo, I think so too. You don't have any more chances to earn merits in the Three Generals Battalion. Why not try your luck on the other routes? You might be able to grab more military merits!"

Sun Lingtong was indeed Ning Zhuo's best brother; before Ning Zhuo could even voice his idea, he had already said it.

Ning Zhuo nodded: "In that case, I'll head to the Red Flower Battalion first."

The other three routes were the Red Flower Battalion, the Savage Demon Battalion, and the Golden Halberd Army.

Ning Zhuo's relationship with Sun Gan of the Golden Halberd Army wasn't good, and as one of the Imperial Guards, the Golden Halberd Army was the most powerful. Ning Zhuo felt that if he went there, he'd likely be sidelined or seen as trying to steal merits.

He wasn't familiar with Xu Dali of the Savage Demon Battalion either. Moreover, this person was single-minded and inflexible; Ning Zhuo also felt it would be troublesome to deal with him.

The real first choice was the Red Flower Battalion.

The Red Flower Battalion's commander, Mu Lan, was an old acquaintance of Ning Zhuo—so old that they were even husband and wife.

Another key point was that Mu Lan had once given Ning Zhuo a talisman and instructed him: in a critical moment, he could crush it to teleport to the Red Flower Battalion.

If it was beyond the teleportation range, it could still send him partway correctly.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhuo bid farewell to Liu, Guan, and Zhang.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hei immediately exclaimed: "Great, Military Advisor! If you're thinking of going to the other side to grab merits, take me with you. Fighting these three poison users was not satisfying at all!"

Guan Hong stroked his beard, also showing interest. But the next moment, he frowned slightly, as the intense pain from the injury on his right arm reminded him that what he really needed was rest and recovery.

When Liu Er heard that Ning Zhuo wanted to leave and join the Red Flower Battalion, he felt extremely disgusted and resentful.

Suppressing these negative emotions, he expressed concern for Ning Zhuo: "How can that be?"

"Military Advisor, you just experienced a fierce battle and suffered heavy losses to your mechanism puppets."

"Moreover, you're only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and we're still in enemy territory, surrounded by dangers. It's too risky for you, Military Advisor, to act alone away from the army."

Hearing this, Ning Zhuo chuckled: "General Liu, you may not know, but before leaving Wood Wheel Town, General Mu Lan secretly gave me a life-saving talisman..."

Ning Zhuo briefly explained the talisman's abilities to those present.

Even in severe pain, Guan Hong's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "With such a method, Military Advisor can indeed reduce many dangers. It's very secure."

Zhang Hei, however, sighed with regret: "In that case, I can't accompany you, Military Advisor."

Saying this, he still wasn't willing to give up and looked at Liu Er: "Eldest Brother, how about I act alone? Let the Military Advisor go first, and I'll follow later, catch up to the Red Flower Battalion, and aid our allies!"

Liu Er's eye twitched upon hearing about the life-saving talisman. Hearing that Zhang Hei also wanted to follow Ning Zhuo filled him with displeasure.

He glared at Zhang Hei: "Third Brother, stop this nonsense!"

He was about to continue persuading Ning Zhuo.

But Ning Zhuo wasn't someone who changed his mind easily. He directly cupped his hands: "Three Generals, let's find an opportunity to reunite later. I'll take my leave now, aiming to go early and return early."

Ning Zhuo quickly left the Three Generals Battalion and arrived at a wilderness area.

He first dispatched a large number of mechanism puppets, actively sacrificing them to empower himself.

After boosting himself to the Golden Core level, he then took out the talisman Mu Lan had given him and decisively crushed it.

The next moment, space rippled, forming intense fluctuations that swallowed Ning Zhuo.

Crescent Hook Giant Wood Mountain.

In the deep night, a third red flower manifestation had hooked onto the high-hanging crescent moon.

The entire Red Flower Battalion was huddled together, exhausted and solely on defense.

Their opponents were the rain of arrows falling from the sky.

Each arrow was composed of moonlight, dazzling yet containing lethal killing intent.

Meanwhile, Di Lu, as a Nascent Soul-level barbarian cultivator skilled in close combat, was engaged in a fierce battle with Mu Lan, the fight intensifying with neither gaining the upper hand.

"Dammit!"

"Without being able to form the Red Flower Manifestation, our army is truly in danger."

The Red Flower Battalion primarily cultivated the Red Flower Battle Formation.

In such a disadvantaged situation, only the Red Flower Battle Formation could stabilize their footing.

Mu Lan, a seasoned veteran, knew this all too well.

Therefore, she spared no military strength, attempting a third time to form the formation, but it still failed.

Di Lu snorted coldly: "Mu Lan, don't struggle in vain. This is your burial ground!"

The sight of Mu Lan and the Red Flower Battalion fighting bitterly fell into the eyes of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

On the Nascent Soul cultivator's shoulder perched a myna.

The myna also exuded a Nascent Soul-level aura and was currently communicating via divine sense: "Master, if we don't act soon, this army will truly suffer heavy losses."

The Nascent Soul cultivator nodded slightly: "The Red Flower Battalion is indeed an elite force. It would be a pity to lose them. But the order I received is exactly this: to deliberately delay, stand by and watch the Red Flower Battalion suffer heavy losses, even allow them to be wiped out."

"As long as Mu Lan's life is ultimately preserved."

The myna was stunned: "More court scheming! Hmph, how disappointing."

The man and bird fell silent, no longer speaking, just quietly observing the battle.

If nothing unexpected happened, the battle would unfold according to their expectations.

But the excitement of reality lies in the unexpected always arriving unannounced.

"Ning Zhuo used the life-saving talisman I gave him?" Mu Lan hesitated for a moment.

Gritting her teeth, she不惜损耗大量军力 to pull Ning Zhuo through.

The next moment, space trembled, and a person appeared out of thin air in the center of the battlefield.

This person wore white robes, had a youthful appearance, and a slightly large head.

Who else could it be but Ning Zhuo?

"Who is this?"

"Just a Golden Core?"

"No, he's not even Golden Core, merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

The Pale Moon Ancient God presiding over the domain was startled at first, then relaxed.

But Di Lu communicated via divine sense, warning Him to be careful of Ning Zhuo, as Ning Zhuo had performed remarkably well in the previous ambush battle.

"No matter how strong, he's only at the Golden Core level." The Pale Moon Ancient God, having been a deity高高在上 for too long, still didn't take Ning Zhuo seriously.

Ning Zhuo quickly scanned the battlefield, suppressing his surprise at the night scene, and said, "So it's a domain again."

"Heh, we have one too."

"Old Dice, come out!"

"Yes, Master." The next moment, the Dice Bone Demigod manifested in its true form, making a formidable entrance.

The Dice Bone Domain also immediately spread out, rapidly侵蚀 a portion of space, standing opposed to the Pale Moon Domain.

The Pale Moon Ancient God's face instantly changed, exclaiming in shock, "Dice Bone Demigod! What's wrong with you?!"

Dice Bone Demigod: "Pale Moon God, it's not too late to abandon the darkness and join the light."

The Pale Moon Ancient God was momentarily speechless with anger: "I... you..."

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