Chapter 803: Chapter 268: Jade Bell True Array

The Yin soldiers advanced silently.

On a chariot in the procession, Sun Lingtong was filled with questions: “Why was I so arrogant?”

The one mocking him continued: “You immediately clashed with Lord Silent; it’s just that Lord Silent is magnanimous and broad-minded, he didn’t take issue with you, a mere Foundation Establishment ghost cultivator!”

Sun Lingtong understood at once: “I see. I purposely got on this chariot, likely to gather intelligence about them for Little Zhuo.”

“So, relying on having Luo Si’s token, I deliberately provoked them, resulting in poor relations.”

“But I just lost my memory, causing me to lose my composure and fail. Provoking them for so long, only to suddenly lose memory and then asking those I provoked, how ridiculous, like a clown.”

Having crawled his way up from the bottom of society, Sun Lingtong didn’t feel any shame or anger.

Embarrassment was still better than losing his life.

And losing his life wasn’t a big deal either, it depended on for whom he was losing it.

For Ning Zhuo, he would absolutely do it willingly!

“Little Zhuo, Little Zhuo…” Sun Lingtong called out secretly, but Life Hanging Thread gave no response.

Sun Lingtong’s heart sank as he contemplated the current situation: “The waters of the River of Oblivion didn’t wear away my memory, but Luo Si did it effortlessly. His methods suppressed the Empty Seal, more powerful than I imagined!”

“Now I can’t contact Little Zhuo, it’s likely due to the Yin soldiers’ march, already employing powerful secretive methods. The connection between me and Little Zhuo has also been restrained by these military techniques.”

This was quite normal.

In today’s Cultivation World, with its splendid variety, various methods and schools flourish like a hundred flowers blooming. The Military Family’s art of marching is the same, reaching very high standards. Stealthy marching is mainstream; such forceful tactics like Iron Flowing and Leveling are exceptions.

If a state’s army from the Netherworld, similar to the cult kingdoms of the Mortal World, were easily broken by Sun Ning and others, it would be quite incredible.

After all, the cultivation levels of Sun Ning and others were just at the Foundation Establishment Stage, far from displaying Divine Skills’ prowess.

Sun Lingtong’s thoughts flashed like lightning, within mere moments understanding everything.

He chuckled coldly, continuing his provocation: “You laugh nicely, hope you can laugh so well in the future. This time you’re assaulting the city, will you return?”

“For those destined to perish, I won’t argue with you!”

Even if he did provoke them just now, any information he gleaned was forgotten.

It was very likely he gained nothing.

Because as Sun Lingtong scanned himself with his Divine Sense, he didn’t find anything like a Jade Slip for recording.

To gather intelligence, Sun Lingtong once again took risks, using his status as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator to provoke Golden Core level beings, antagonizing six at once!

Of course, he wasn’t purely reckless either.

Sun Lingtong looked outside the chariot, observing that the Yin soldiers moved with strict discipline and order. It was clear at a glance that these were elite soldiers from the Netherworld housing fine generals.

Like gentlemen who believe in integrity, Sun Lingtong also deduced that on the eve of a great battle, internal fighting among comrades was strictly prohibited – any transgression would be severely punished.

Sure enough, upon his provocation, three Golden Core ghost generals couldn’t remain indifferent.

Among them, a ghost general with a bone club growled: “What audacity! A mere little Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet so brazen. Hmph!”

He took out a bone club, pointing it at Sun Lingtong.

Bang, bang, bang.

With three consecutive dull thuds, Sun Lingtong immediately kneeled on the floor of the battlefield.

Attempting to struggle, Sun Lingtong found himself unable to move, every joint wracked with sharp pain!

The bone club ghost general laughed coldly: “My bone club specializes in striking joints, little Foundation Establishment, does it hurt?”

“If it hurts…”

As he spoke, he again pointed with his bone club.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three more dull thuds, Sun Lingtong was struck again, gasping for breath, pain penetrating to his bones, nearly fainting from the agony.

Sun Lingtong stubbornly refrained from uttering a single cry, instead glaring provocatively: “Come on, come on, beat me to death if you dare!”

The bone club ghost general, infuriated, raised his club high, only to be stopped by the red-haired ghost general beside him.

The red-haired ghost general shouted loudly: “Old Bone, I know you have the younger generation’s welfare in mind, wanting to loosen his bones, but your good intentions backfired, people don’t appreciate it at all.”

“Take a look at my method.”

Saying this, the red-haired ghost general exhaled a breath of fire, igniting Sun Lingtong’s entire body.

The burning reached Sun Lingtong’s very soul, shaking his entire being, causing unbearable pain, but he bit down and endured.

The red-haired ghost general squinted and smiled: “Does it feel good? My Netherworld Ghost Fire can burn directly to the soul, bringing you warmth.”

Another ghost general with a green face then acted, causing corpse moss to appear on Sun Lingtong’s body.

The third kind of pain applied to Sun Lingtong broke through his limits of endurance.

Unable to resist, he could only activate the Empty Seal at the base of his soul. He poured all his excruciating sensations into the seal, allowing those feelings to dissipate greatly.

Although the pain was intense and overwhelming, having a channel to dissipate and vent, it was certainly better than before.

Sun Lingtong was able to hold out once more.

Seeing him never utter a cry of pain left the ghost generals, who had acted, all looking at one another, feeling a bit at a loss.

Just as a fourth ghost general was about to act, the Silent Ghost General slowly raised his palm.

The Silent Ghost General was the leader of this mission, and although all were Golden Core level, there was no doubt that his combat power was the highest and his prestige the greatest.

So, when he raised his hand, the other ghost generals immediately ceased their actions.

No longer tormented, Sun Lingtong caught his breath, nearly collapsing and fainting on the spot from the sudden relief of pressure.