The fat on Qian Fushang's face trembled. He looked at the dust scattering everywhere in disbelief and stammered as he turned to his side.

"Sword Cultivator, what... what's going on?"

Before the words were finished, a figure leaped out from the depths of the forest and landed steadily in front of everyone.

The newcomer wore a blue Taoist robe, held a long sword, and had an arrogant expression.

Without even guessing, you know it's the powerful swordsman that the wealthy merchant mentioned.

He looked at the scene before him, his brows furrowed, and then he let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, it's nothing but a trivial trick!"

He raised his chin, glancing sideways at the group of trembling little demons, his eyes full of disdain.

"That was just a slip-up by me, a warm-up."

"When I strike again, I will make you beasts vanish into thin air and obediently offer up your bodies!"

With that, he flicked his wrist, and the longsword hummed.

"Behold my Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

With a loud shout, countless sword blades, even sharper than before, appeared out of thin air, densely packed, flashing with cold light, and carrying a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, once again overwhelming the little demons!

A greedy smile returned to the wealthy businessman's face.

However, before the smile could fully unfold, it froze again.

That faint golden light appeared out of nowhere once again.

It drifted leisurely towards the rain of swords, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Ding ding dong...

The crisp sounds rang out again in quick succession.

Those thousands of sword blades that seemed capable of destroying everything were as fragile as tofu in the face of that golden light.

It shatters at the slightest touch and crumbles at the slightest impact.

In the blink of an eye, another grand spectacle of ashes scattered.

"..."

The swordsman's stance, with his longsword held high, froze in mid-air, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"Pfft!"

A butcher nearby couldn't help but laugh.

"Sword Cultivator, are you... joking?"

"Yeah, this 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' is like fireworks, all you hear is the sound."

"Mr. Qian, is the person you've invited a fraudster who's just trying to gain fame and fortune?"

The butchers and hunters around them were talking amongst themselves, their laughter undisguised.

The swordsman's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He stared intently at the group of lesser demons, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!

He racked his brains, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He turned around abruptly and said to the wealthy merchant Qian with a serious expression, "Mr. Qian! The situation has changed!"

"This place...this place must be hiding a powerful demon with extraordinary cultivation!"

"This demon is highly skilled and far beyond my ability to defeat alone! We must retreat immediately!"

He paused, then emphasized, "Go to the desolate mountains! Summon the most powerful demon hunters under the Mountain Goddess's command, only then can we wipe out this scoundrel in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Fushang also agreed, still shaken by the two fireworks displays.

He nodded repeatedly, glaring fiercely at the little demons.

"Yes! That's how it should be!"

"All the demons in this Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain should be wiped out!"

He spat, his face full of self-righteousness.

“I’m skinning them and selling their skins for money, that’s giving them face! Otherwise, how could these little beasts ever be worth that much?”

After saying that, the group of people surrounded the sweating swordsman and fled in a panic, cursing and swearing.

…

As the group of people gradually disappeared into the distance, the little demons behind Yu Luo finally dared to let out cries of relief.

"Waaaaah, they're finally gone..."

The little squirrel collapsed to the ground, patting its chest in lingering fear.

"But, but they're going to the remote mountains to ask for help..."

As soon as it finished speaking, the atmosphere around it instantly became heavy again.

"It's over, it's all over now," the little fox with the broken leg wailed.

"When the mountain goddess from the desolate mountains arrives, all of us demons will die!"

“That’s right!” another little rabbit spirit chimed in. “That mountain goddess is a wicked deity! She loves to catch us little demons!”

"I heard that all the demons she captured were forced to mine! They don't even get a hot meal for twelve hours a day!"

"It's not just mining!" A crow spirit flapped its wings and landed. "My second uncle's neighbor's cousin was captured. They said they were going to build some kind of temple for the Mountain Goddess. He's been carrying stones all day long, and he's almost bald from exhaustion!"

"That's terrifying! I heard that the Mountain Goddess killed our leader because she wanted to capture all the demons of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain and stew them into soup!"

"Make soup with it?!"

All the little demons gasped in shock and huddled together in fear.

"That's terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"

Yu Luo: "???"

She tilted her fluffy head, her amber cat eyes filled with confusion.

What happened?

Why did she feel that this mountain goddess didn't sound like an evil deity?

It looks more like they're doing infrastructure construction?

At this moment, the group of little demons started discussing again.

"But speaking of which, who exactly saved us just now?"

"Could it be... could it be that our boss is back?"

The little squirrel immediately shook its head, its face serious.

"Impossible! Even if the boss comes back, he absolutely cannot deal with that sword cultivator! That person's sword aura is too terrifying!"

The group of lesser demons were immediately plunged into even deeper confusion.

Just as they were racking their brains trying to figure it out, a soft, gentle voice with a hint of indifference rang out from behind them.

Is there any possibility...?

All the little demons turned around in unison.

The dirty little orange cat was slowly licking its paws, looking up at them with its eyelids raised.

"...Was it me who made the move?"

The air fell silent for a second.

"puff!"

The little squirrel was the first to laugh out loud.

"Little Orange, you must be joking!"

“That’s right,” the little fox said, dragging its broken leg, unable to suppress a laugh, “How long have you been born? You’re still just a little kitten who can barely walk!”

"What abilities do you have? Are you going to use your cuteness to kill them? Hahaha!"

The surrounding demons all let out good-natured laughter.

The fear and tension from before were largely dispelled by the laughter.

Yu Luo: "..."