"You? Just one familiar." The Pú Yāo looked at the expectant Zuǒ Mò and struck without hesitation: "Basically, three familiars are needed to advance, little brother, you're still too early."

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel greatly disappointed upon hearing this: "Advancing is so difficult?"

  "Difficult?" Pu Yao sneered: "What's so difficult about this? Good things aren't that easy to come by."

  "That's true." Zuo Mo thought about it and agreed. He still remembered his past experience of cultivating the spiritual plants in the Spirit Planting Grounds. Not to mention the good things, even those techniques that seemed inferior now had taken him a great deal of effort to master back then.

  After meeting Pu Yao, his days started to get better. Although Pu Yao would occasionally cause some trouble, Zuo Mo never took it to heart. Without Pu Yao, he was just an outer sect disciple of the Empty Sword Sect.

  He treats Pu Yao and the mysterious tombstone with a consistent attitude. When it comes to making deals, he can accept anything, as long as he gets good things, he has to pay the price, which is reasonable, and it's a willing transaction. However, if the other party wants to coerce or force him, he would rather not have it.

  "What is this blood bead?"

  "It's nothing, just a pearl formed from your essence."

  Zuo Mo was startled: "My essence blood has solidified? When did this happen? Why didn't I know?" He looked at Pu Yao with a changed gaze, his tone turning sinister. Had this guy played another trick on him?

  "None of your business!" The White Bone Demon rolled her eyes and imitated Zuo Mo's tone: "Your woman did it."

  "Brother has a girlfriend?" Zuo Mo was taken aback: "When did brother have a girlfriend?"

  "Wearing a mask." Pu Yao undoubtedly had a natural talent for being a rogue, and with just a little practice, his playful and irreverent personality emerged. He was indeed a high-ranking rogue with a sense of elegance and laziness. In comparison, Zuo Mo's ferocious face and steel-brush-like hair made him look like a street thug carrying a brick.

  "What is she up to?" Zuo Mo furrowed his brow.

  "Don't be ungrateful." Pu Yao glanced at her carelessly, yawned, and said lazily: "You got a good deal but still want to show off. The demonic body will undergo transformation, hum, you're quite bold, actually using the Blood Explosion Technique. Luckily, someone was kind enough to help you condense into a blood bead, so it wasn't wasted. However, you really are a fierce girl!"

  Zuo Mo's face suddenly became awkward, and he was always filled with caution towards this mysterious woman.

  "What's this thing for?" Lemo quickly pulled the topic back to the Blood Pearl.

  "It's quite useful, and if you're cultivating a Blood Evil type of magic, it's even more of a rare treasure. As for now, I just can't think of anything." The Pú Yāo said irresponsibly.

  Just as he emerged from the sea of consciousness, Zu Mo happened to see the female cultivator. He didn't know if it was because of Pu Yao's influence or not, but suddenly she looked much more pleasing to his eyes.

  "Thanks." He nodded at the blood pearl and thanked the female cultivator.

  He knew that the female cultivator would definitely not react, so he thanked her and turned around to continue working on building the city.

  Zuo Mo didn't know that when he turned around, a pair of eyes behind the mask flashed with purple light.

  Gongsun Zan gazed intently at the changing situation on the battlefield, constantly trying out new tactics. Any tactic, from seeing to familiarizing oneself with it, and then mastering it, requires a great deal of mental effort. What's important, however, is practice and experimentation.

  In the game of Go, Puyou showed Gong Sun many tactics, each with its own ingenuity. However, not every tactic can be used like the three-segment wave-style charge, which can be slightly modified and applied. This involves personnel composition, team structure, and so on.

  In the game of chess, most are demons. To say nothing of others, the way demons and cultivators fight is vastly different, so it's clearly not feasible to simply copy and paste.

  However, being constantly ravaged and ravaged by various tactics, Gong Sun's vision is unknown how much it has increased. No one told him what to do. He can only keep trying through various attempts, allowing himself to last longer under Pu Yao's hands.

  Imitation, summary, attempt.

  If it were an ordinary person, having tasted the sweetness of the three-section wave-style charge being unmatched in ferocity, they would naturally regard it as a golden rule and supreme sharp weapon. However, Gong Sun Zan was constantly trying out different tactics. Because it was difficult to find jade-like battle arrays, he even sought guidance from Zuo Mo, hoping to find more abundant battle arrays.

  Unconsciously, he walked onto a path beyond everyone's imagination.

  Twenty miles away from them, two cultivators were patrolling and observing the changes on the battlefield from a distance. Gong Sun didn't take them seriously, as every battle would encounter such scouts from other forces. These scouts were extremely skilled in flight, only observing from afar, and if things didn't go their way, they would ride their swords and flee far away, leaving no choice but to give up.

  So even if these scouts were discovered, Gong Sun Zan would not bother to deal with them. Apart from necessary vigilance, the main thing was to prevent these scouts from joining the battle.

  This time, however, the two distant observers were not all scouts. Jiang Wei was a leader of a force, and he had not noticed Gong Sun Zan before, until Gong Sun Zan consecutively pulled out several forces, then he immediately became alert.

  These forces were not unfamiliar to him, and they had come and gone. Although Gong Sun Chi was still some distance away from them, he felt uneasy in his heart. So he followed his subordinates, pretending to be a scout, to take a closer look at this mysterious team.

  "The boss, it's them." The subordinate pointed at Gong Sun Che and his group in the distance.

  Jiang Wei nodded slightly, but his eyes widened in shock and his face changed color. The battlefield seemed chaotic and stuck, but as Jiang Wei was the leader, he must have had some insight.

  This mysterious group has clearly taken absolute control and is now just playing with the opponent, like a cat teasing a mouse.

  But then he looked again and was suddenly shocked.

  No! Not playing around!

  The chaotic battlefield gradually became clear as this group of people's team began to become more organized, with a bit more order and clearer signs.

  The more he looked at Jiang Wei's face, the paler it became, and his heart sank further. The discipline and tactics of this group far exceeded his imagination. This group was testing new tactics! The chaos wasn't caused by the enemy, but by themselves. And as they began to get familiar with the new tactics, the battlefield quickly transitioned from chaos to clarity.

  On the other side of the fierce battle, he knew it was Wang Hu Zi. Wang Hu Zi's style is extremely bold and daring, brave in battle, with a group of desperate men gathered under him. When they meet, they also shout "Brother Wang".

  He was as fierce as a wolf, but was actually used by the enemy to test their tactics! He struggled in vain!

  Watching Wang Hu-zi lead his men in a left and right charge, but as if trapped in the marshes, at a dead end, Jiang Wei couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow.

  This group of people is too strong!

  Their coordination was really too tacit, not because their tactics looked smooth and gorgeous. In fact, he could see the awkwardness of their tactical coordination at a glance, which should be an untested tactic for them. Wang Hu Zi was also a capable person, grabbing the loopholes of this group several times. But every time the situation was about to be reversed, they would switch to another tactic again.

  That was their usual, familiar tactic, sharp to the point of being terrifying. Wang Hu Zi launched a desperate counterattack, cutting them down in an instant, leaving them scattered and fragmented.

  And then they would switch to their unfamiliar new tactics, awkwardly seeking coordination.

  So it goes on and on.

  "How frightening!" Jiang Wei muttered to himself.

  Some of his subordinates didn't understand why the boss would say that they were terrible. In their view, after fighting for so long, this group had just gained an advantage, and was far from being as formidable as rumored.

  Jiang Wei did not explain, he was secretly rejoicing in his heart, today's trip was worthwhile.

  Gongsun Zan's mouth finally had a hint of a smile, and the cultivators below him began to find their rhythm with his new tactics. Any tactic, no matter how well-trained, would be greatly discounted if it hadn't been tested in actual combat. After all, the situation on the battlefield was ever-changing, completely different from training, and rigidly applying what they had learned was useless.

  The Taoist priests around him saw that Xiaoniang had finally smiled and a stone in their hearts was lifted.

  The battle ended quickly, with about 150 monks captured.

  Looking at the dense crowd of cultivators beside him, he couldn't help but rub his temples: "How many cultivators have we captured now?"

  "1,115 people." The subordinate gave an exact figure.

  Gongsun Zhi thought for a moment and ordered: "Take them back. It's not safe to bring them along every time we fight, send a squad to escort them."

  Zuo Mo was not present, so he couldn't give these prisoners a seal, and could only confiscate all their magic treasures and have someone guard them. There were also some cultivators who were directly incorporated into the troops, including those symbol cultivators, as well as three sword cultivators who had comprehended sword intent, with Wang Hu Zi among them.

  These prisoners were very honest.

  In two or three days, they witnessed how Gong Sun defeated a powerful force, and naturally everyone became honest. They looked at the more than 300 cultivators with reverence, although their number exceeded that of Xiaoniang's group by three times, yet no one dared to be slightly disobedient.

  Before this, they had never thought that there would be such a terrifying team. Of course, those who had witnessed the demon army would refute that the demon army was truly formidable. But even these people couldn't help but admit that this team was the most formidable one they had ever seen, aside from the demon army.

  His subordinates had suggested capturing Xiaoniang and sending her back earlier.

  More than a hundred men escorted over a thousand prisoners of war, and no one felt that there were too few troops.

  This task fell on Wei Ran again, and the little girl thought that although Wei Ran's personal strength was average, he had a good head on his shoulders, was calm, and was worth cultivating. In fact, Wei Ran was not very willing to do so, as they were in the midst of a fierce battle, and escorting prisoners back would put him behind others. The new tactics had just begun to make sense to him.

  Alas, he did not dare disobey the young lady's orders, so he had to lead his men to escort the captives back in a sullen and depressed manner.

  Watching a group of captives being escorted by a large number of cultivators, he was taken aback at first, but then quickly understood. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly, thinking that if these prisoners were incorporated into the team, it would actually reduce the combat effectiveness of this terrifying team. With these three hundred people, where can they not go?

  Maybe others have different ideas, Jiang Wei thought to himself, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

  A bold idea emerged.