After a long silence, Liuli turned around in confusion and saw Ge Yiyuan standing frozen at the doorway. She frowned and called out softly, "Ge Yiyuan."

"Uh...yes!" Ge Yiyuan came to his senses, hurriedly walked to Liuli, handed her the three medicine bottles, and said, "Miss, the Poison Master has examined this poison and antidote, and he said there are no problems."

"Okay." Liuli took the three medicine bottles and put them into her storage ring, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Ge Yiyuan. Go and rest."

Ge Yiyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "There's one more thing, young lady."

"What?" Liuli turned to look at the fallen leaves outside the window and asked calmly.

Ge Yiyuan replied, "When I returned to the Demon Realm, I passed by the Martial Arts Training Ground. Today happens to be the anniversary of the Xuanjia Army's formation. Do you know about the Xuanjia Army, young lady?"

Liuli was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I've heard some of it. Why?"

Ge Yiyuan said, "His Majesty gave those two thousand Xuanjia soldiers to Young Master's command, but the Xuanjia soldiers are not obedient to Young Master. When I came out, Young Master was fighting with them, as if he wanted to subdue them."

"Oh," Liuli responded indifferently, as if she didn't care at all.

Seeing this, Ge Yiyuan said no more. He bowed slightly and said, "Then I will take my leave. Please rest, young lady."

Liuli did not answer. After a moment's pause, Ge Yiyuan turned and walked away silently.

He quickly walked out the door, and as he turned back to close it, Liuli's voice suddenly came from inside. Her emotions were unreadable as she said, "Li Molin is fighting two thousand people by himself. Given his physical condition... can he handle it?"

"No," Ge Yiyuan replied. "No one can beat the young master. Right now, everyone in the clan is praising the young master's prowess. Besides, there probably won't be two thousand people fighting the young master. His Majesty is watching from the sidelines."

There was a long silence in the room. After waiting for a while, Ge Yiyuan gently closed the door with both hands.

When the door was almost completely closed, leaving only a crack, accompanied by a creaking sound, Liuli's voice could be faintly heard from inside the room again, somewhat indistinct, saying, "It must have been hard for him..."

Ge Yiyuan paused for a moment, then closed the door, shook his head, and turned to leave.

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By mid-autumn in August, the weather had cooled down, and more leaves had fallen, piling up in a thick layer on the ground.

On the first day of August, Liuli and the others finally left the Xiankelai Restaurant where they had stayed for more than ten days. They found an uninhabited wilderness in Jiangyuzhou. After she released the flying crane made of cyan spiritual energy, she waited quietly.

The autumn wind howled, sweeping across the gravel and pebbles of the wilderness, and fluttering the robes of Liuli and the other two demons. The three demons sat in a circle under a large tree, silent and without uttering a word.

After hearing Liuli's plan, Yu Xin and the others knew what Liuli was waiting for. After a long silence, Yu Xin couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Miss, will Liang Yihan really bring the bald Buddhist monk here?"

"Yes, I will," Liuli replied calmly.

Yu Xin asked in confusion, "Miss, why is Liang Yihan helping us?"

Liuli shook her head and said calmly, "He's not helping me; he's using me as a tool to wear down the Buddhist forces."

Yu Xin hesitated for a moment, then said, "A struggle over the orthodox lineage?"

“Not bad,” Liuli nodded.

Yu Xin gave a mocking smile and said, "This Liang Yihan... in order to wear down the power of Buddhism, he actually joined forces with our demon race, ha."

Lingxi, half-reclining on Langyuan's shoulder, listened quietly to Yu Xin's words, her lowered eyes flickering slightly.

Suddenly, a dozen or so beams of light of various colors, leading more than three hundred golden beams, flew rapidly from the distant horizon. Liuli's eyes turned cold, and she said, "Don't look at the sky. Pretend to rest."

She then took out a medicine bottle, poured out six pills and distributed them to Yu Xin and the others, saying calmly, "Take these."

Yu Xin and the others knew this was the antidote, so they took the pills and ate them one after another. Liu Li also put a pill in her mouth and swallowed it.

In the sky, Liang Yihan led the more than three hundred Buddhist disciples who had gathered to search for and kill Liuli. After seeing Liuli and the others in the distance, he approached a leader from Jinyuan Temple and said loudly, "Master Yuanqing, the fox demon is over there. This is a feud between your Buddhist sects, and we can't be of much help, so we won't go over there. Please be careful."

Yuan Qing said with great gratitude, "Very well, thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Liang, for telling us the whereabouts of the evil fox. Our Buddhist sect will surely repay you handsomely in the future!"

Liang Yihan smiled, beckoned his fellow disciples to stop, and watched as the Buddhist disciples disappeared in an instant. Soon after, he landed and surrounded Liuli and the other two demons.

A young Taoist priest standing next to Liang Yihan asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Liang, what about us?"

Liang Yihan gave a strange smile and said, "Step back a bit and observe from a distance."

So Liang Yihan and a dozen other disciples of the Yuandao Sect retreated a bit, remaining in the air where they could barely see the Buddhist disciples and Liuli and the others, watching from afar.

Before the Bodhi Temple was afflicted by the ant-poison curse, the three sects had discussed assembling elite disciples specifically to hunt down Liuli. The day after the ant-poison curse, these more than three hundred disciples were dispatched. Jin Yuan Temple and Pu Du Nunnery sent more disciples, while Bodhi Temple, having suffered heavy casualties after the curse, sent fewer. To this day, Yuan Qing and the other three hundred elite disciples from the three Buddhist sects have been searching for Liuli for over ten days, scouring almost the entire Central Plains. They only found her trail after "coincidentally" encountering Liang Yihan and receiving his guidance.

After the arrival of more than 300 Buddhist monks, Liuli and the other two demons slowly stood up. Liuli looked around at the monks and gave a cold smile.

The more than three hundred monks looked at Liuli with extreme hatred, especially the disciples of Bodhi Temple, who were filled with utter loathing. The three leaders of the three factions exchanged glances, and Yuan Qing raised his voice: "Today, we must kill this vile fox! Attack!"

More than three hundred monks, united in their hatred, shouted in unison, "Kill the vile fox!"

Liuli laughed wildly, her laughter echoing across the sky. After the laugh, she lowered her head, her gaze turning icy as she stared at Yuan Qing and the other two leaders. She sneered, "Today, I'll see whether you kill me, or I, Liuli, wipe you all out!"

As she recited the incantation, a golden light flashed beneath her feet, and the nine-colored lotus platform appeared beneath her. Under her control, the lotus platform suddenly moved and flew into the air.

Yuanqing and the other monks thought Liuli was trying to escape, so they all tried to fly up.

The nine-colored lotus platform beneath Liuli's feet was faster, and in the blink of an eye, the monks had barely moved when Liuli flew out of the encirclement and reached the breezy spot. She gripped a medicine bottle tightly in her left hand, yanked off the stopper, and scattered the contents with the wind.

"call!"

A gust of wind, carrying colorless and odorless medicinal powder, swept towards the more than three hundred monks and Yu Xin and the others who were surrounded by them.

The monks felt a gust of wind sweep over them, and within a few breaths, all three hundred-plus of them went limp, their spiritual energy rapidly draining away. The rate of spiritual energy loss was extremely fast; after only a moment, the monks could barely lift their weapons.

The faces of the more than three hundred monks turned pale.