: Yang Three-Eyes Looking Down on Everyone

2025-06-20 Author: Gu Zhenren

: Yang Three-Eyes Looking Down on Everyone

A fierce yin wind howled, thick with ghostly shadows.

Dense yin energy enveloped the city defenses, severely disrupting the spiritual senses and vision of the defending cultivators, limiting their sight to just three zhang around themselves.

Big-Head Ghosts, Small-Head Ghosts, Hanged Ghosts, Soul-Snatching Geckos, and more either flew up with the wind or scaled the walls, continuously assaulting the battlements.

"Hold the line! Hold it!"

"Father!!"

"Go to hell!"

"Don't charge too far ahead!"

"Form up! Form the formation!"

"Ah—!"

Shouts, commands, screams, and cries of grief and fury intertwined, weaving into a hymn of the living defending their homeland.

The endless, cruel, numb tide of ghosts clashed with the courage, tragic heroism, and sacrifice of the living. Two invisible forces wrestled through flesh and ghostly forms, locked in a struggle of life and death.

Tie Guzheng, as the city guard commander, oversaw the entire city's defenses.

Reports from various sections of the frontline kept coming in, turning his expression as hard as iron.

This ghost tide rivaled the final stages of past invasions, reaching a scale recorded in history. Had it not been for the White Paper City Lord's previous hefty bounties that recruited almost all able fighters from the surrounding towns and villages, White Paper Immortal City would have already fallen.

"Even so, our casualties are skyrocketing..."

"Worse yet, there's a well-trained, strictly disciplined army of yin soldiers watching from the outskirts of the battlefield!"

"And what about our side?"

Even Tie Guzheng himself and the city guards couldn't be considered a true cultivator army.

The only force that barely qualified in the entire city was the Qingjiao Army.

By this comparison, what the defenders truly relied upon was still White Paper Immortal City itself!

Boom, boom, boom...

The ground trembled. From the depths of the thick yin tide, a shadow darker than the night, as massive as a hill, gradually approached.

It tore through the curtain of yin wind, trampling low-level ghost mists that couldn't dodge in time, and charged towards the city gate with its heavy, burly frame.

"Deathbone Colossus!" Tie Guzheng sprang to his feet, fully alert.

Alarm bells rang urgently throughout White Paper Immortal City!

Innumerable black and dark gray bones interwove and pieced together to form a gigantic monster.

Each bone was thick, sturdy, and weathered, eroded by yin energy and time.

With each step it took, the earth shook as if struck by a heavy hammer, rumbling like thunder.

Its strides were enormous. Though slow-moving, it reached the city wall in just over a dozen steps.

The tall wall didn't even reach its neck.

Cultivators standing on the battlements found themselves level with its mouth and nose.

Boom!

The Deathbone Colossus raised its hand and slapped the city wall.

The once unyielding wall shuddered violently, followed by a tearing sound like paper being ripped. Cracks appeared on the wall surface, spreading rapidly.

Boom, boom.

The Deathbone Colossus delivered two more slaps.

Violent tremors spread along the wall, shaking the defending soldiers off their feet and making them sway wildly.

Nearby ghosts fared even worse; caught between the Deathbone Colossus and the city wall, almost all of them were utterly destroyed.

They couldn't let it continue its rampage.

With determination, Tie Guzheng personally charged out, wielding an iron fan taller than a man, and rushed straight at the Deathbone Colossus's face.

The two engaged in direct combat.

Although the Deathbone Colossus was only at the Golden Core level, within the ghost tide, it exhibited combat power akin to the Nascent Soul stage.

Tie Guzheng was only at the Golden Core stage, but as the city guard commander, his every move could draw upon the power of White Paper Immortal City, giving him the strength to fight.

They exchanged nearly ten rounds with no clear winner.

"We're here!"

"Follow my charge!!!"

The Qingjiao Army made their entrance, with Qing Chi still leading the charge.

This army swept through like a whirlwind, covering almost the entire length of the wall. Wherever they went, ghosts were thrown into disarray and suffered heavy losses.

Qing Chi once again became the center of attention, stealing the spotlight.

She fought with increasing fervor. The military spirit that had elevated to an army type resided within her, allowing her to sense the entire Qingjiao Army's status at all times.

"Paper Armor Technique, Crossing Yin Technique—they're really practical."

"Little Ma is truly impressive, instantly identifying the most suitable path for us."

"The Virility Court is already in name only. When will he return to fight alongside me?"

Amidst the battle, Qing Chi's thoughts raced, and she found herself missing Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo).

The vanguard general of the yin army, watching from afar, grew restless.

The thick yin tide couldn't block his vision.

He saw the entire battlefield clearly: Tie Guzheng held off the Deathbone Colossus, Qing Chi cleared the surroundings, and with the efforts of these two and the army, White Paper Immortal City regained its footing.

This was the fiercest part of the ghost tide!

From here, the ghost tide's offensive would only weaken.

"Flying Spear Ghost General." The vanguard general suddenly spoke.

Immediately, a ghost general stepped out from the ranks to his left.

The ghost general cupped his hands: "Your subordinate is here!"

The vanguard general reached out, selected three command tokens from the brush holder on his desk, and tossed them to the Flying Spear Ghost General.

He ordered: "I grant you three units of military strength. Do your utmost to kill Tie Guzheng; Qing Chi is also an acceptable target."

"Your subordinate obeys."

The Flying Spear Ghost General took the three command tokens in hand, immediately left the general's tent, and emerged onto a high platform in the square outside.

He stood tall, gazed for a moment, then produced a spear magical tool and threw it into the wind!

Whoosh.

The spear was sharp and unstoppable, easily piercing through the狂暴阴风. In the blink of an eye, it shot towards Tie Guzheng's head.

Tie Guzheng glared furiously, mustering all his strength to raise his iron fan.

Clang!

Sparks and golden light burst forth simultaneously. The piercing sound of metal clashing made nearby cultivators frown tightly.

The spear pierced through the fan's ribs. Tie Guzheng tumbled backward, rolling three times before scrambling to his feet, narrowly escaping death.

The Flying Spear Ghost General, seeing Tie Guzheng was now on guard, sighed inwardly in regret, then took out another spear magical tool.

He channeled his Golden Core power and consumed a second command token. Empowered by the military strength, he threw the spear with full force once more.

This time, the target wasn't Tie Guzheng, but Qing Chi.

Tie Guzheng sensed great danger, thinking: "Damn, this flying spear is powerful and insidiously treacherous. I only detected it when it was right in front of me."

"If there's a second one, how will the others defend against it?"

Thinking this, Tie Guzheng immediately ordered: "Quick, tell the Qingjiao Army to retreat from the wall!"

But it was too late.

The second flying spear had already crossed several li and was about to reach the wall, aimed at Qing Chi's head.

Qing Chi, completely unaware, was in the thick of battle!

Just as her life hung by a thread, a gray-white bone staff appeared out of nowhere, striking the side of the flying spear.

The spear was knocked off course. By the time it reached the wall, it had veered significantly, shooting past White Paper Immortal City and disappearing into the horizon.

The collision between the staff and spear was so violent it exploded the surrounding yin energy. The huge commotion drew the attention of many nearby cultivators.

Qing Chi, however, remained focused on her slaughter.

Qing Yan, who had been protecting her all along, nervously looked up and around.

The Flying Spear Ghost General's pupils contracted. He immediately used his last command token, channeling its power into a third flying spear.

His throwing motion was faster than the previous two times.

This time, the target was still Qing Chi!

However, before the third spear had even traveled one li, it mysteriously vanished mid-air.

As if it had never existed!

The Flying Spear Ghost General showed an expression of disbelief and shock.

Having failed to kill the enemy with three spears, he had no choice but to return to the main camp with a troubled heart and report.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was different from before.

The vanguard general, however, did not blame the Flying Spear Ghost General. His expression was cold: "White Paper Immortal City has received powerful reinforcements. This time, I pardon your failure."

He dismissed the Flying Spear Ghost General back to the ranks, his attention敷衍, mainly focused on the spot where the third spear had mysteriously disappeared.

The appearance of the bone staff was one thing; what concerned the vanguard general most was the reason behind the third spear's disappearance.

Because it happened so quickly, even the vanguard general couldn't discern the details.

The Deathbone Colossus opened its mouth and unleashed a wave of death energy.

Tie Guzheng spread his iron fan, creating a gale of steel.

The two collided. The death energy wave was weakened by eighty percent but still surged over the battlements.

Tie Guzheng was struck by the death energy wave, sent flying over a dozen steps, and crashed into the city gate tower.

Freed from entanglement, the Deathbone Colossus suddenly bent over and charged, ramming the city wall with its shoulder.

The White Paper wall couldn't hold, buckling like a stack of thick paper severely twisted, bulging inward into the city for a large section.

This sight filled every cultivator who saw it with terror.

The Deathbone Colossus pulled back, preparing for a second charge.

"No!" The cultivators sensed the danger. Many attacked frantically, but their strikes were weak against the Deathbone Colossus and had little effect.

At the critical moment, a calligraphy scroll appeared out of thin air, floating above the Deathbone Colossus. It fully unfurled, revealing a large character: "Suppress."

The character "Suppress" detached from the scroll, flew directly to the center of the Deathbone Colossus's forehead, and imprinted itself deeply there.

The Deathbone Colossus's aura, combat power, and speed plummeted as if the giant were shouldering a great mountain. Its threat level dropped drastically.

Then, the bone staff that had appeared earlier flew behind the Deathbone Colossus.

The bone staff suddenly enlarged. In the blink of an eye, it became taller than the city wall and thicker than a pillar.

Bang, bang, bang.

The bone staff struck the Deathbone Colossus's back. Each blow shattered large amounts of death bones. The third strike directly smashed its spine, causing the Deathbone Colossus to fold in half and collapse on the spot.

Tie Guzheng and the others who witnessed this were overjoyed, knowing powerful reinforcements had arrived.

The next moment, the bone staff shrank and landed in the hand of a gray-robed cultivator.

He wore a white bone mask, with deep eye sockets lacking pupils—only two faint blue ghost fires. This was Bone Tomb Daoist of the Soul Devourer Sect.

Near the blank scroll, another cultivator appeared.

He had a thin face, three long strands of beard, and eyes sharp like lightning, exuding an aura of scholarly purity. This was Zhou Wenyan, a Confucian cultivator from the Complete Book Pavilion.

The last one appeared directly beside Qing Chi.

He wore a dark blue daoist robe, stood as straight as a pine tree, hands clasped behind his back, proudly positioned on the city wall.

"Evil spirits and demons, how dare you invade our immortal city!"

His face was handsome like jade, with a vertical mark between his eyebrows tightly closed. His eyes held undisguised contempt and anger.

Top-tier Talent—Looking Down on Everyone!

The next moment, the vertical mark on his brow suddenly split open, revealing a vertical eye.

The eye radiated a pure, forceful, and majestic white light.

Wherever the white gaze shone, everything was erased, vanishing on the spot. No ghost could escape this fate; the only difference was that those with higher cultivation could resist for a few breaths before disappearing into thin air!

With one sweep of this three-eyed cultivator's vertical eye, all the ghosts on this section of the wall dissipated into smoke.

He turned his gaze and swept it across the defensive line on the left side of the wall; all ghosts and yin wind there vanished.

"Yang Three-Eyes of the Myriad Phenomena Sect, Evil-Slaying Hall, is here." The young cultivator spoke abruptly, his voice cold and filled with arrogance.

All the cultivators on the wall turned their eyes to him—surprised, shocked, and admiring. Morale skyrocketed instantly!

Qing Chi also stared at Yang Three-Eyes, who was close by, her gaze curious.

In the distance, the vanguard general of the yin army pondered for a moment, sighed, and ordered: "Retreat."

These three cultivators were astonishingly powerful, each at the Golden Core level. And Yang Three-Eyes was even more exaggerated, displaying combat power directly at the Nascent Soul level!

Yang Three-Eyes closed his vertical eye. He turned slightly, extended his right hand, and without a word, reached for Qing Chi.

Qing Chi's hair stood on end. Instinctively, she burst backward, trying to create distance.

But the next moment, Yang Three-Eyes's hand locked onto her shoulder.

"Little ghost girl, don't run around!"

Qing Yan was greatly alarmed, quickly dropping to one knee in a bow, indicating they were on the same side.

Yang Three-Eyes snorted coldly: "If that weren't the case, you'd already be dead. My brother mentioned you in his letter, and one called Jiao Ma."

"He told me he had pledged allegiance to Jiao Ma."

"Now he's dead!"

"How did Jiao Ma protect my brother? You're closely related to him. Go and summon him. He must bear heavy responsibility for my brother's death!"

Qing Chi struggled, but in an instant, she was completely suppressed by Yang Three-Eyes.

Qing Chi's eyes widened in disbelief because, despite being empowered by the army's strength, she was utterly unable to resist Yang Three-Eyes!

Qing Yan had no choice but to grit his teeth: "Please wait a moment, sir. I will immediately bring Young Master Jiao Ma here."

"Make him come and pay his respects to me quickly." Yang Three-Eyes grabbed Qing Chi and left.

He was tall, Qing Chi petite; he held her as if carrying a small cat.

Yang Three-Eyes went to the city gate tower, directly chased away the stationed cultivators, sat grandly in the main seat, and casually tossed Qing Chi to the floor by his feet.

He took no further action, while Zhou Wenyan of the Complete Book Pavilion and Bone Tomb Daoist of the Soul Devourer Sect continued to clear the remaining ghosts.

Seeing the battle situation stabilize, Tie Guzheng thanked Zhou Wenyan and Bone Tomb Daoist, then went to pay his respects to Yang Three-Eyes.

"Incompetent fool, go properly manage the city defenses. Don't bother me." Yang Three-Eyes refused to see him.

Right now, the only person he wanted to see was Jiao Ma.

Soon, led by Qing Yan, Ning Zhuo arrived at the city gate tower.

Qing Yan didn't forget to send a mental message, earnestly reminding: "Jiao Ma, watch your attitude. Yang Three-Eyes is from the Myriad Phenomena Sect; his strength and status are extraordinary. More importantly, Qing Chi is still in his hands."

"Humph, so you're Jiao Ma? For me..." Yang Three-Eyes snorted, but before he could finish.

Boom!

The next moment, Ning Zhuo pushed out with both palms and directly blew the city gate tower apart.

(End of )