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Cultivation: Fortune by Lots

Chapter 939 - 349: Celestial Master Lei Vanquishes Demons (13,000-Word Three-in-One - ) (Part 2)
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Chapter 939: Chapter 349: Celestial Master Lei Vanquishes Demons (13,000-Word Three-in-One Chapter) (Part 2)

The officer of the foreign tribe named Duoda nodded slightly: "Very good."

The Solitary Eagle Khanate martial artist under his command sighed lightly: "I heard that in the Southern Song Dynasty, some people can craft treasures capable of carrying multiple people to travel between the two realms. It’s a pity we don’t have any; otherwise, we wouldn’t need to bother for so long."

As he spoke, he glanced toward the distance.

Over there, a few Taoists clad in blue-black Taoist robes and wearing Taoist scarves stood prominently.

"These Taoists from the Three Springs Palace are always prattling about precepts and rules, but right now, they can’t be of much help, only able to assist in maintaining the ’portal.’" The young martial artist snorted: "They can’t even craft those magical treasures that let people pass through the ’portal’."

Duoda didn’t spare a glance at the few Taoists: "Like eagles in the wilderness, we can handle our prey ourselves."

The young foreign martial artist before him stiffened, "Yes."

Duoda looked at the thousands upon thousands of frightened crowds, then at the void gateway: "The Prince will soon have new gains; quickly send these people through the ’portal’ to make room for the newcomers."

"Yes!"

The young foreign martial artist agreed and immediately commanded the others to act.

After surveying the crowd, he then lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, should all of them be classified as lower clans?"

The Solitary Eagle Khanate typically classified conquered or captured people as upper, middle, or lower clans beneath their own national clan.

This young foreign martial artist was asking because a small portion of the captured population was not Han.

Tracing back, their origin was uncertain for several thousand years.

"Treat them as lower clans for now and send them back first."

Duoda didn’t hesitate at all: "Even if their ancestors once had proud bloodlines, they are now weakened to a pathetic state. The future can wait."

The young foreign martial artist remarked: "Speaking of the future... brother, you know I’m never a coward, but the eagle in the wilderness knows how high it can fly.

Having pushed deep with the Prince and without support from the Khanate, we are free to come and go on this land, but conquering it might be beyond our reach."

Duoda: "The Khanate’s westward expansion is nearing its end. We’ll soon crush the kingdom that dares to block our warriors. The Khan King is tireless like the sun in the sky; he’ll soon turn his horse towards us; we just need a little more patience."

Saying this, he pondered for a moment, then instructed: "Two things: First, inform those disguising the ’portal’ locations not to relax and always be ready. Second, tell those outside to stop sending people to us here, to avoid exposing the real ’portal’ location; if they capture anyone else, find a place to keep them first."

The young foreign martial artist: "Yes!"

He was about to leave when he suddenly saw Duoda’s face become solemn and serious.

The Green Dragon Wind Beast beneath Duoda, which had been resting quietly with eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes and stood up.

The giant beast over four zhang long stood, even on all fours, as tall as a house rising from the ground.

The massive head of the exotic beast, along with Duoda on its back, simultaneously turned to look into the distance: "The outer scouts have been attacked, there’s an enemy situation, everyone, be on guard!"

"... How can it be?!"

The young foreign martial artist below was shocked: "There are so many fake ’portals’ and traps set outside, none signaled an alert; could those Han people have found the real ’portal’ location here from the start?"

Duoda casually whipped him with a horsewhip, sending him rolling: "Stop talking nonsense; save the surprise for later; move quickly now!"

The young foreign martial artist scrambled up from the ground, disregarding to speak further, quickly rushing toward the void gateway.

He wasn’t fleeing alone but rushing back to report to the Solitary Eagle Khanate in the Mortal World.

At the same time, other martial artists of the Solitary Eagle Khanate on the Guyun Plains also alerted various places under Duoda’s orders.

But unfortunately, the Great Tang cultivators arrived faster than they anticipated.

The young foreign martial artist had not yet rushed into the void gateway when a bolt of purple thunderous light struck down, as if divine punishment descended, and instantly charred him into a crisp!

Simultaneously, streams of purple, gold, and blue light intertwined and fell from the sky, transforming into an immense, illusory three-tiered Dharma Altar, round on top and square at the bottom with octagonal pillars, appearing ethereal and transparent yet unimaginably solid.

This enormous altar directly enveloped all the people and herders encircled on the Guyun Plains.

The Solitary Eagle Khanate people around, responsible for watching them, were repelled by an invisible force, unable to approach.

Those pressed by the edge of the massive altar met their demise instantly.

Inside the altar, the few Solitary Eagle Khanate martial artists walking among the crowd at that moment were even more terrified and restless than the common people around them.

But before they could take any further action, from the altar’s bottom layer, numerous patches of emerald flames suddenly rose, as if emerging directly from the ground.

Emerald flames in clusters precisely engulfed each Solitary Eagle Khanate martial artist without harming the nearby populace a bit.

Those foreign martial arts practitioners with cultivation, each robust and strong, now were all turned into men of fire devoured by the flames.

The emerald flames burned while also fixing them in place, preventing them from approaching the surrounding people and herders.

The commoners and herders thus avoided witnessing such a horror.

In their vision, they found themselves and those around them enveloped by a gentle light mist.

The foreign martial artists who previously watched them like hawks were nowhere to be seen.

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