Chapter 119: How to Get Your Own Ten Thousand Souls Banner

What’s up, brother? Can I still trigger the hidden plot without following the main storyline?
Chen Lang was slightly stunned and said, "You say."

The short-haired man explained, "Actually, if you behave well, you don't have to die tomorrow."

"Oh, then you don't have to say it."

I thought it was no big deal, as long as it didn't affect my performance tomorrow.

"No, I mean it. You don't have to be so desperate."

The short-haired man wiped away his tears and continued:
"Tomorrow you fight seriously and try your best to cooperate, but don't have any killing intent. Just stop when you have done enough.

They need an expert to act as their whetstone, and if you serve as that stone, you can save your life.

I have seen your strength today. As long as you cooperate well enough, they will keep you and treat you well.

They don’t take trials very often, only once a year at most, and they just keep themselves alive on weekdays. In this way, it won’t be a problem for them to live a stable life for a year or two.”

Then, the short-haired man took out a ring from his arms and handed it to Chen Lang:

“I can’t get out. If you are lucky enough to leave someday, please help me bring it back to Tianjian Sect and give it to a disciple named Han Shuang. Then tell her that I am sorry for her and have not made a name for myself after leaving the sect.

If you can’t find it, then bury it in the Tianjian Sect.”

"it is good."

Chen Lang took the ring and asked, "Where's the reward?"

"Reward?" The short-haired man was stunned.

He scratched his head and thought for a while. He had been in there for so long, but he had nothing on him. Where would he get anything as a reward?

How much is this worth?
"I really don't have anything on me, so how about I tell you a secret as a reward?" He said after thinking for a while.

Without waiting for Chen Lang to refuse, the short-haired man said:
"In the Pingtian Sect, are you the flag bearer or one of the thugs?"

"The banner bearer."

"What level? How many souls can you control at most?"

"I don't know." Chen Lang thought about it.

"Didn't I test you?" The short-haired man thought that if he didn't take it seriously, then he must be at Bai Fan's level. But it didn't matter. He continued:

"I know a way to erase the soul imprint left by the Queen on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, so that the banner will be completely yours."

Chen Lang paused for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"explain."

The short-haired man lowered his voice:

“This principle is a little complicated to explain. First of all, you have to know that each Ten Thousand Souls Banner has two layers of insurance, namely the Soul Control Technique and the Goddess’s Soul Brand.

The soul-controlling power is the key. If the banner falls into the hands of an outsider, it cannot be controlled without the key. The soul-branding is the right of control, which prevents insiders from rebelling and taking the banner away.

Needless to say, you should have the Soul Control Technique since you are raising a banner, and the strength of the soul imprint that the Empress places on each banner is the same, so there is room for maneuver."

"Yes." Chen Lang nodded. This was the information he obtained from his research. In the Pingtian Sect, touching the mark was a taboo and would be regarded as rebellion and could be detected at any time.

He had only done this once or twice, and it was specifically used to summon the Empress to appear.

“But you have to understand that the Queen has branded at least 800 Ten Thousand Soul Banners, scattered in various places. It is impossible for her to control the status of each one at all times. She can only sense when the soul brand changes, such as when it is suddenly erased.

But what if several or dozens of banners were destroyed at the same time? She couldn't be everywhere at the same time, so she would definitely miss some, and she would probably only focus on banners with more dead souls, such as blood banners.

Then you can get some white banners without any marks, and they will truly belong to you. "

That's great. You're really a genius.

If you have a chance, you can try it. Chen Lang thought for a moment, "How did you know?"

The short-haired man was a little embarrassed. "Guess how I got in?"

He explained that he had done it when he had the chance, but was eventually discovered and hunted by the Pingtian Sect. He was captured by the Qingmu Sect while fleeing.

Who doesn’t want to have a Ten Thousand Souls Banner of their own?

Then he summed up his experience and concluded that there were too few banners that were damaged at the same time. If there were more, the trace of his own banner would definitely be covered up.

……

The next day.

The jailer provided another full meal, then escorted all the prisoners out of the dark and damp cages, walked along a solid road, and entered the round marble building through the side door.

The deacon took them to a side room. There was a door in front of them that was half open. Through the crack in the door, they could see the scene inside a huge circular building, which looked very much like a gymnasium, with a large area of ​​sand in the middle and many spectators sitting around it.

"Just wait here. Remember your numbers. When I call you, don't delay and come out to fight immediately."

After the deacon finished speaking, six more guards came with swords, taking charge of the guarding. All of them were at the middle stage of foundation building, and they kept an eye on the place at all times.

Then the door opened and a hot breath rushed into the room.

Many prisoners felt unwell, and the iron chains on their feet made rattling sounds. However, the short-haired elder brother from the Tianjian Sect was calm, looking straight ahead, and seemed composed.

Later they will go into battle and die amid cheers.

Chen Lang pressed the bracelet on his waist and silently counted the number of spectators around him.

He noticed that at the front of the audience seats, there were many young people sitting there, no less than three to five hundred in number, with a very imposing manner. They must be the inner disciples waiting for training.

He was waiting for the opportunity. He could take action now. Even though his cultivation was sealed, his control of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was not affected. Killing these disciples was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

The problem is that there are definitely Jindan-level elders around, and there are also some hidden powerful auras in the audience stands, so he must ensure that he is in good condition.

An old man appeared on the sandy ground. He took a deep breath, faced the audience, and spoke loudly:
"Everyone, your opponents have been brought here and are waiting in the side pavilion. I believe you have made sufficient preparations, but before that, I must remind you of a few things.

Most of these people came from the Pingtian Sect, and a few were roaming lunatics, but they had one thing in common, which was that their cultivation was strong enough, and they were not the alchemists you usually see.

You are all talented people, and I believe you have mastered the theoretical methods, but the real battle is cruel. The enemy will not hold back and will not care what family you come from or what background you have.

There is no fairness on the battlefield, only life and death. Any negligence is enough to cost you your life."

Then, he glanced at the audience and said:
“Since the ancient times, the emperor’s light has ascended, the heaven and earth have dried up, and rituals and music have collapsed. Now the world is in chaos, and there are countless alchemists and refugees, like locusts passing through the border, and there are foreign lands lurking in the dark, watching covetously.

Sometimes sects were massacred, sometimes big cities were slaughtered, and the Pingtian Sect committed many evil things, but it was only a microcosm of this continent, not the whole thing.

This is an extremely harsh and complex test for any family. In troubled times, if you want to protect your relatives, inheritance, and heritage, make the incense prosperous, and keep your relatives and friends healthy, you need strong strength and masters to take charge.

Your parents will eventually grow old, and the responsibility of guarding the family and defending peace will eventually fall on you.

We all have a heart that yearns for peace, Taoism and immortality, but the responsibility of killing enemies on the battlefield and quelling chaos is something you cannot shirk. I, Qingmu Zong, can only serve as a guide for you young successors, but the road ahead is very long and you need to explore it on your own.

If someone achieves great power in the future, and perhaps finds immortality, then please don't forget that there is still a piece of pure land in this world that has nurtured you and needs you to guard it."

After he finished his brief speech, he waved his sleeves and more than twenty doors around the circular venue slammed open.

"Your battle, begin!"

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(End of this chapter)