Chapter 8

"Find a place to hide first, forget it, just keep moving forward, I'll deal with the friends behind."

Jiakedao looked around; there were no wheat fields or forests here, only a wilderness covered in wild grass. It was hard to find a place to hide, so he had no choice but to let Rosene continue forward to avoid becoming a burden in the upcoming battle.

Jiakedao had already come to terms with the fact that fighting was inevitable if he wanted to integrate into this world.

Rosene was very obedient and quickened her pace, leaning on her thin sword.

Jiakedao took out a yellow paper, put his right index finger in his mouth, and bit down hard, drawing blood. He then used his left hand as a table and his right hand as a pen, taking a minute to draw a talisman.

This talisman was a Lishi Talisman, which could summon a Yellow Turban Lishi to enhance his own strength.

To use this talisman, one had to worship the Yellow Turban Lishi once a year to summon it, and drawing it with one's own blood made it even more powerful.

Jiakedao had never thought of using this thing in battle before, so he hadn't prepared. After drawing the Lishi Talisman with his blood this time, his cultivation would likely be affected.

The Yellow Turban Lishi was a spirit formed from the elite souls of the Yellow Turban Army who died during the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Later, it became one of the guardian deities of Taoism.

The most critical point was that Jiakedao had never successfully used this Lishi Talisman before, as the spiritual energy on Earth was insufficient to support such a talisman.

Now that he had come to this world with abundant spiritual energy, he didn't know if the Yellow Turban Lishi could be summoned, as this was a different world.

However, with pursuers behind him, Jiakedao could only take a chance, as this was the only offensive talisman he knew.

As the sound of hooves striking the ground grew louder, a group of about ten cavalrymen appeared in the distance on the wilderness.

This made Jiakedao frown slightly. These pursuers had come so quickly, which suggested they had some way of tracking him. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to catch up so easily after he had escaped so far.

"Disciple Mingyang, I hereby appeal to the Heavenly Court, I respectfully invite the revered deity, the Yellow Turban Lishi. By the command of the Supreme Being, I command you to protect my Daoist heart, as ordered!"

The cavalrymen were approaching aggressively, and Jiakedao didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless. Of course, if the talisman didn't work, he would have to fight the cavalrymen with his woodcutting knife.

Jiakedao held the Lishi Talisman between his right thumb and index finger, muttered some incantations, and then gently shook it. A ball of fire enveloped the talisman, and in a moment, it turned into a yellow gas that spread in all directions.

Hmm, something seems off?

Jiakedao could sense that the yellow gas emitted by the talisman didn't rise into the sky but sank to the ground around him, which was different from his previous practice with the Lishi Talisman.

Jiakedao's heart sank. Clearly, there was no Heavenly Court in this world. If there were, the yellow gas would have risen into the sky.

At this thought, Jiakedao gripped his woodcutting knife tightly. It seemed he really had to fight to the death.

At that moment, the surrounding spiritual energy changed, becoming much colder, and a mist formed. Then, grayish-white human-shaped shadows emerged from the ground and gathered in the air.

In a short while, there were over a hundred of these grayish-white human-shaped shadows.

"Ghost souls?" Jiakedao was a bit stunned. These were clearly ghost souls.

These ghost souls began to merge rapidly. In a few seconds, a grayish-white figure about two meters tall appeared in front of Jiakedao, making him feel a bit amused. This world didn't have the Yellow Turban Lishi, so the Lishi Talisman had used ghost souls to form a Lishi for him.

It was a perfect replica of the Yellow Turban Lishi, with a bare upper body and bulging muscles, and a lower body made of mist. The only difference was the color; otherwise, there was little difference. Of course, the authentic Yellow Turban Lishi was about three meters tall, while this grayish Lishi was a bit smaller, just over two meters, and carried a lot of malevolent energy.

It was easy to imagine that the ghost souls forming the grayish Lishi had suffered a lot before they died; otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

"Fine, fine! Possess me!"

At this point, Jiakedao couldn't really fight the enemies with just a woodcutting knife. He would have to use this grayish Lishi.

With a loud shout, the grayish Lishi pounced and quickly merged into Jiakedao's body.

Jiakedao's muscles swelled, his joints cracked, and his body grew, tearing his clothes and pants to shreds, leaving only a red fire-patterned underwear to cover his modesty.

"Ah!" Jiakedao shouted again, his eyes opening, now completely grayish-white, indicating that he had been affected by the grayish Lishi.

Rosene, who had been moving forward with her thin sword, turned around and was stunned by the scene. A dense aura of the undead surrounded Jiakedao.

Of course, Rosene considered this reasonable. Alchemists sometimes used necromantic elixirs to enhance their strength, which was perfectly normal. Alchemists were the least understood of all extraordinary professions.

However, Rosene had never seen such a muscular and violent man, which was naturally shocking.

In Rosene's view, as long as this elixir wasn't used in front of the Dawn Priest, there shouldn't be a problem.

However, her respect for Jiakedao had increased even more. Just looking at the effect of this elixir, it was clear that the berserker transformation of the Northern Barbarian Warriors was far inferior.

If she could recruit this alchemist to her father's service, her father's Lion City wouldn't have to worry about the invasion of the Desert Church.

The cavalrymen, about two hundred meters away, spurred their horses to charge. This was a suitable distance for a charge; too far would waste the horses' strength, and too close would mean the cavalry wouldn't have enough time to build up speed.

Jiakedao pushed off the ground with his legs, and his body shot forward like an arrow, leaving two deep footprints in the ground.

Jiakedao's speed was not slow, like a galloping horse, disrupting the cavalry's plan.

The cavalry needed more than two hundred meters to reach their maximum speed. With Jiakedao's sudden charge, the distance between them shortened rapidly, forcing the cavalry to abandon the idea of throwing javelins and instead raise their curved swords, preparing to use the horses' speed to kill the enemy.

After all, hitting a fast-moving target with a javelin at such high speed was too difficult, while using a curved sword with the speed of the horse could easily cut the enemy in half.

As the distance between them shortened to a hundred meters, Jiakedao roared and leaped high into the air, then accelerated and crashed down into the middle of the cavalry.