The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1403: The Arrival of the Granduncle

The war drums thundered, roaring like lightning.

A fireworks display shot up into the sky, signaling the simultaneous siege at the gates of the four walls.

This world is slightly different from the outside world; most soldiers have cultivation levels.

Whether it’s the Foundation Establishment Realm or the Enlightenment Realm, they’re decidedly stronger than ordinary people.

The walls are a hundred meters high, but in non-war conditions, these soldiers can climb them bare-handed.

The moat is useless to them.

With focused strength, their Essential Qi radiating outward, they can walk on the water’s surface.

The only use is to delay their movements.

The heavy machine guns on the walls were the first to spew fire.

A shrill rotating sound followed by a relentless thunderous burst of gunfire erupted.

Da-da-da, da-da-da.

Bullets fell like hail, pouring down below.

The soldiers, unaware of their depth, gathered together to attack, akin to live targets.

The sweep of bullets instantly covered a wide area.

The soldiers at the front fell one after another.

The bullets pierced their Essential Qi barriers, penetrated their armor, and exploded inside their bodies.

Poof, poof, a series of dull sounds.

Blood sprayed from their bodies; roaring, wailing, struggling as they rolled into pools of blood.

One group rushed forward; another fell.

Soon, outside the western gate lay three to four thousand soldiers.

Wei Guoliang, foolish as he may be, would not squander his troops’ lives like this.

He ordered the retreat, halting actions three thousand meters away.

On the walls, the City Defense Camp soldiers cheered; they were initially tense.

Seeing how simple the battle could be, they breathed a sigh of relief.

One even brandished a broadsword, shouting at the battlement, "Rebels of the Army at the Rear, listen up. Grandpa’s here; if you have the guts, come attack!"

Wei Guoliang ground his teeth in frustration, realizing that the Prefecture Princess Mansion acquired new weapons and surprised by their power.

It slaughtered people like autumn winds sweeping fallen leaves.

The bullets tore through Enlightenment Realm soldiers, leaving them riddled with holes.

He discussed with his generals, realizing they needed a different strategy.

At this moment, Sima Yan entered the tent, excitedly exclaiming, "Uncle Wei, I’m here to lend you a hand."

Wei Guoliang didn’t even look up, murmured in frustration, "What are you doing here causing trouble?"

His son Wei Xuanang coughed dryly, promptly reminding.

Wei Guoliang raised his head and saw a white-bearded Daoist following Sima Yan.

"Who is this?"

Seeing the Daoist’s extraordinary presence, he immediately rose to greet him.

Sima Yan proudly introduced, "This is my grand uncle, Sima Qingcang. He’s been cultivating on Mount Heng and upon hearing of our family’s plight, he specially came to offer us aid."

"So it’s a senior from the Mount Heng Sect; my apologies for not welcoming you sooner."

Upon hearing, Wei Guoliang immediately clasped his hands respectfully.

Sima Qingcang was very satisfied, raised one hand upright and intoned, "Infinite Celestial Venerable, I’ve cultivated on Mount Heng in Xiangzhou for a thousand years, always staying out of worldly affairs. But unexpectedly, the Imperial Court produced such a treacherous villain, daring to defy the court’s orders and kill the generals privately. That Sima Yuan, after all, is of my direct lineage. Their actions are clearly an insult to our Sima family’s honor and must be punished!"

Wei Guoliang said, "Indeed, Long Fei this scoundrel is audacious beyond measure. He instigated the princess, wreaked havoc in the South Yangtze Prefecture, even killed General Sima. Unless this villain is removed, peace in the Great Xia Country cannot be achieved."

Sima Qingcang nodded and instructed, "That’s precisely needed. I shall aid you in opening the gate!"

"Excellent, excellent!"

Wei Guoliang joyfully agreed as if fortune had fallen from the sky, promptly invited him and a group of generals to the frontline.

On the battlefield, though it was nighttime, it was pitch black.

Wei Guoliang gave an order, the drumbeat thundered, cattle call horns resonated.

The Army at the Rear reassembled, waving flags, preparing to assault the gate.

Sima Qingcang led Sima Yan, Wei Guoliang, Wei Xuanang, and other generals to spearhead the attack, approaching the walls within five hundred meters, standing outside the moat.

On the walls, a group quickly focused their gaze on the old Daoist.

Wang Xun alarmedly reminded Ji Wanrong, "Princess, this old Daoist is extraordinary?"

Ji Wanrong also noticed; when experts appeared, there was always something unusual about them.

He was unstained by worldly dust, naturally emitting a green glow, like an otherworldly immortal.

A loud shout echoed, "The thieves on the wall, listen up. My grand uncle Sima Qingcang especially comes from Mount Heng, to settle with you regarding my father Sima Yuan’s death! Princess Ji Wanrong does not discern right from wrong, heed slanderers’ talk, causing havoc and costing our Vanguard Army tens of thousands of lives. This villain must be punished, and his crime is unforgivable. All of you are wise enough, I urge you, surrender and open the gate now. Otherwise, my grand uncle will display his might, and all present will face obliteration alongside this miscreant."

Wang Xun shouted, "Sima Yan, you rat. Just a stray dog, what gives you the face to bark here? Your grand uncle is a cultivation person; if he meddles in worldly affairs, isn’t he wary of karmic entanglement?"

Sima Yan angrily cursed, "Wang Xun brat, you won’t die a good death. My current predicament is entirely caused by you and your dog brother Long Fei. What my grand uncle wants to do is none of your concern. If you are sensible, surrender quickly. If you persist in resistance, death is the only path."

Sima Qingcang raised his eyebrows, acknowledging the general’s insight.

Cultivators, especially those reaching his level, must avoid large-scale slaughter; otherwise, blood on the Dao root leads to karmic entanglement during ascent. At best, it damages cultivation; at worst, disperses soul during tribulation.

While he couldn’t indulge in mass killing, dispatching some at the Core Formation Stage or Nascent Soul Realm was no problem.

In general, these people had heavy karmic burdens.

Killing those with heavy karma produced little karma.

He stepped forward, softly calling, "Infinite Celestial Venerable, I come only to assist in battle, not to kill."

An aura of Soul Ascension Stage pressure accompanied his steps, shaking the arena.

With each step, the front walls quivered.

A group of City Defense Camp soldiers, with low cultivation, trembled with fear, not daring to face Sima Qingcang directly.

Bzz, bzz, bzz.

A series of vibrations echoed; their hearts raced with the rhythm of footsteps, heads flushed, unable to withstand the pain, many lay down from the strain.

Sima Qingcang didn’t make a move, simply emitting his aura, causing thirty to forty thousand people to prostrate.

Some New Army soldiers frustratingly raised guns to sweep across. Bullets flew out in a crackling storm toward Sima Qingcang.

Sima Qingcang didn’t act; the bullets froze and hovered around him.

Sima Yan behind him was too scared, clinging to his head on the ground.

Seeing Sima Qingcang block the bullets, he excitedly jumped up, shouting, "Did you see, my grand uncle descends to the mortal world, those who follow me thrive, those against perish. If you don’t surrender now, when will you?"

While speaking, Sima Qingcang raised his hand, striking the gate above.

With a loud dull sound, the void in front exploded.

A huge phantom handprint carried all the bullets from the secret realm, striking the gate.

Boom!

The gate shook violently, the thirty-meter-high iron-reinforced redwood gate, which neither elephants nor large beasts could break, shattered with Sima Qingcang’s palm.

Wei Guoliang shouted in excitement behind, "Men, attack!"

Immediately, the drums beat fiercely.

Ten thousand troops of the Army at the Rear, roaring again, holding swords, spears, blades, and clubs with silver-cold glow, charged fiercely at the gate.