Han Qianling walked indifferently on the road, followed by a group of demons.
He had been here for more than ten days. This time was neither too long nor too short, but at least enough for him to figure out that he had landed in the Suzaku Realm, one of the Four Symbols Realms.
Among the Four Symbols Realms, the Black Tortoise Realm is the most mysterious, the Azure Dragon Realm is the most elegant, the White Tiger Realm is the most hierarchical, and the Vermillion Bird Realm... This is the only world in the Four Symbols Realm where demons live everywhere, but humans are extremely rare.
Because of this, the customs and habits of the entire Suzaku Realm differ from those of the outside world, making them appear even more barbaric in the eyes of humans. For example, after two demons fight, the winner has the right to dispose of the loser.
It's not so bad when it comes to powerful demons, but if it's a low-level demon that can't even transform completely, the winner will often eat the loser to replenish his own cultivation.
Han Qianling encountered countless demons challenging him along the way. He had no interest in using demons to fill gaps in his teeth. Once a demon was defeated, he would simply toss it to the ground. Those demons, considered "trophies," followed him in dejected dejection, as per the rules. He allowed them to follow. Occasionally, a defeated demon would sneak away, but he did not stop them.
In this way, the team behind him became longer and longer. There were even little demons in the back who, seeing their growing momentum, took the initiative to join the team and seek refuge.
Han Qianling remained silent.
Just when the whispering monsters almost thought that Han Qianling was a dumb monster who would not stop, he suddenly stopped, stretched out his palm and caught a snow-white and beautiful flower blown by the wind.
"Miyuki..." he said softly.
This was the first time in the past ten days that he had made such a clear reaction to the outside world, revealing his likes and dislikes.
A mountain cat demon that had been following him hurriedly approached him with a friendly voice. "It's deep snow, sir. You might not know that there's a vast forest of snowflakes just ahead. When the flowers are in full bloom, just walking into the forest and smelling the fragrance is enough to calm your mind and spirit."
Han Qianling tilted his head slightly, as if taking the words in. After a moment, he pondered, "Whose territory is this?"
The demon race carved out their own territory, and the Suzaku Lord didn't care, sometimes even giving special instructions and rewards to certain factions. This led to the situation where a village in the Suzaku Realm might have three gangs, and a town might have eight sects.
The mountain cat demon was unaware of Han Qianling's thoughts and continued to speak in a state of unconsciousness, "This should be the Yueshan Sect of Master Fanniu. He has reached the third level of the Golden Core, and with a single palm strike he can move mountains and rocks. This master's territory borders Mirror Lake to the east and Hengshan Mountain to the west... Master, do you want to send an invitation and pay a visit?"
"No." Han Qianling lowered his eyelashes. He brought the deep snowflake to his lips and rolled the delicate and beautiful petals into his mouth. The snow-white petals set off his pale pink lips, making them seem even softer than the petals.
"Issue a challenge," Han Qianling ordered briefly. The decisiveness and sharpness of the words uttered from those soft lips were even sharper than the edge of a knife. "The Yueshan Sect will no longer exist. One day, my Shenxue Palace will be built here."
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Luo Jiujiang slowly woke up.
His "One Slash, One Break, One Wind Pavilion" move was unreserved. The spiritual energy accumulated after his recent breakthrough to Foundation Establishment hadn't even completed a full cycle before he unleashed it with all his might. By the time he had split the seventh arrow and restrained Xie Chuncan, his meridians were completely drained, and the fact that he could even utter a single word was a miracle.
He couldn't open his eyes, but his body's senses were gradually awakening. He tried to move his fingertips, feeling the slight chill on his skin. He also felt his heavy and numb legs, and the pain that had been thrown on his chest and abdomen...
Wait, what was thrown at him?
The tragic memories he had developed in the Seven Islands Five Poison Cave immediately surfaced in his mind. Luo Jiujiang raised his eyelids with great effort, trying to make sure that there was not a bumpy toad lying on his belly.
At first, the whole world reflected in his eyes was a blur of colors. He took three full breaths of time before the scene within his sight gradually came into focus. Luo Jiujiang squinted his eyes and looked down, and found that half of his body was loosely buried by the white cedar.
Luo Jiujiang: “…” Did Xie Chuncan misunderstand that he had no hope of survival and really buried him eighteen feet deep?
"Awake?" Xie Chuncan greeted casually.
"Brother Xie?" Luo Jiujiang opened his mouth only to find his throat dry and hoarse, forcing him to clear it twice. In that brief moment, Xie Chuncan paused in his dice roll, opened the lid to look at something, and then flung a handful of snow at him, landing squarely on Luo Jiujiang's chest.
"May I ask what Brother Xie is doing?"
"Didn't I teach you? Roll the dice."
"Is this method of throwing snow on me a unique healing method here?" Luo Jiujiang had a vague guess in his mind, but in the end he still asked with a little hope.
Xie Chuncan stopped shaking the bamboo tube, looked directly at Luo Jiujiang and said seriously, "No, this means you lost to me."
When his guess came true, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but sigh and admire Xie Chuncan's entertainment spirit.
It was obvious: Xie Chuncan had bet big or small in advance and was in control of the dice. Every time he hit a winner, Luo Jiujiang, who was still unconscious, was considered the loser. He would then unceremoniously throw handfuls of snow at him, until he was piled up like this.
Luo Jiujiang struggled a few times to sit up, leaning his back against a snowdrift. He glanced at the clean corner of Xie Chuncan's clothes and questioned, "Brother Xie's gambling skills are truly amazing. He's never lost even once?"
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