Chapter 190 Nether Aid Scripture (2/2)
Both of Daoist Wujian and Daoist Youjian were the Path Master of the Path of Hell. Unfortunately, Daoist Youjian's attainment in cultivation could not match up to that of Daoist Wujian. The former sneaked into the human realm and got himself in trouble. He ended up returning with serious injuries that he had never recovered from.
The Huangquan Demon army should by right obey the instructions of the three Path Masters. In reality, they were segregated into three groups by the three Path Masters, and each Path Master was entitled to their own army. This was an unspoken rule that was never made public. However, when Daoist Youjian got badly injured, he could no longer keep some of the strong Generals under him in check. A lot of his soldiers had gone on to join the other two Path Masters or to remain neutral without flocking to any of the Path Masters.
In fact, a few very powerful Generals had the intention of replacing Daoist Youjian altogether, and become the new Path Master.
Actually, if the two Path Masters set their mind to it, they could have easily taken over the Demon army under the Path of Hell. However, those two still cared about their past relationship with Daoist Wujian and did not think of taking over the Demon army. They did not give it many thoughts.
This created the current predicament faced by the Demon army under the Path of Hell. After all, not all of the Generals wanted to flock to other Path Masters. They valued the freedom they had now, without being under anyone. After all, the two Path Masters had not done anything with him yet, which was why he pretended to not know anything.
He thought he would give it his best if he were to receive any instruction from any Path Master. As long as the river water will never dry up, the source of Demon army would be safe and he had nothing to lose.
Despite that, the Demon army was birthed from the resentful spirits in the netherworld, but the soldiers would still die. Otherwise, the Huangquan Demon army would have filled the entire river bank by now.
The General of this camp was one of those who took a neutral stance.
The presence of Huangquan Token did not send him into waves of panic. He wanted to see which Path Master was the person under before deciding on his next course of action. The Huangquan Token was made by the Sect Master of Huangquan Sect back when they still had a Sect Master. Until the last Sect Master transcended beyond the mortal world and left without leaving behind the foundational martial exercise, ”Nether Aid Scripture”, the sect lost all sense of directions. As it did not have a leader, the three Path Masters took over temporarily. The cohesion force was lost, and they were constantly suppressed by the Buddhist sects on Yin Mountain.
”My Master is Daoist Youjian. This camp would be under my command from now on,” the youth replied calmly.
”We have always been under the command of the Path Master. Since you are a disciple of the Path Master, we would not mind being under your command. May I know how should I address you?” The ghost mask commander replied.
The youth stared at him and replied gently, ”My real name is Ye Liuyun, but my Master gave me a Daoist name, ”Ming He”. However, I don't really like the name. So, you can address me as ”Honored Master”. Perhaps you did not understand what I meant, I'm saying that all of you can only listen to my command from now on.”
”I am afraid that this won't do. We have always been a part of the Huangquan Demon Sect, and we will never be under the command of a single person only,” the ghost mask commander replied with a sterner tone.
Despite how good he made it sound like, the real reason was because Ye Liuyun was merely Daoist Youjian's disciple. Right now, Daoist Youjian's cultivation deteriorated significantly, and most of the Generals did not bother themselves with him. Even his most trusted aides had either left or betrayed him. Why would he bother flaming the cold stove that was Daoist Youjian then?
”That's a shame. I shall send you to meet your death,” Ye Liuyun sighed.
He waved his sleeve and there was a blood-colored ray that flashed past. The ghost face commander did not have time to react. The blood-colored ray circled his neck like a thread, and there was a solid thud as his head fell to the ground. A wisp of green smoke emerged from his body. That was his spirit. However, it merely struggled for a while before it exploded. The blood-colored ray rolled it up and returned to Ye Liuyun's sleeve.
The ghost face commander was someone akin to a Huandan cultivator, and yet he was defeated by Ye Liuyun so easily.
If Shen Lian was here, he would have realized that the breath within Ye Liuyun's blood-colored ray was similar to the sword will created by his Grandmaster Yuanqing.