Chapter 77 Opening the Mountain
Jie looked up during the day and said, "It seems like the weather has changed."
I don't know when it started, but dark clouds began to swirl overhead, accompanied by gusts of wind and continuous thunder.
Yan Shiqun stood ramrod straight with his arms crossed, and even with his eyes closed, he could sense: "There are demonic cultivators nearby."
Jie Zhoujian also sensed the sharp fluctuations and added, "More than that."
Yan Shiqun snapped his fingers, and a small flame ignited in front of him, shooting straight down the ground into the woods ahead.
Jie Zhoujian walked to the other side of Qingjue's drawing array and drew Fulan, looking like a living god or Buddha who could kill anyone who stood in his way.
After the flames rushed into the woods, they burned in a vertical line, forming a wall of fire.
Now that he has decided to lift the seal on Qianlun Mountain, he has nothing left to hide. Not only will he not hide it, but he will also let the world and the demonic cultivators hiding in the human realm know about it.
Although he hadn't really hidden it before.
He, the Demon Lord Yan, has returned from his wanderings; who would dare impersonate him?
The little radish spirit was weak in martial arts and was sent away before the formation started, hiding in the nearby bushes.
He had intended to observe the situation here so as to assist His Majesty's plans at any time, but suddenly he heard that voice again.
There are invaders outside Qianlun Mountain; leave no survivors.
...What does this mean?
Even if the imposter was using the Venerable One's identity, wasn't his goal also to break the seal on Qianlun Mountain?
Now that a master is willing to help, why would he stop him?
Bobo couldn't figure it out and planned to tell Yan Shiqun and the others who were guarding the formation.
But he felt a chill down his spine as a long sword pressed against the back of his neck. The man said, "Don't move... Hmm? It's a demonic cultivator."
The sword was put away again. Bobo slowly turned his head and saw several cultivators who looked like they belonged to a prestigious sect.
"We're all in this together. We'll go straight for it in a bit. Don't look scared. There are so many of us, what can they do even if they're strong..."
Someone recognized the person in front and said, trembling, "The patriarch, that's Immortal Lord Wuqing and his disciple..."
"So what?" The man who sheathed his sword gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred: "I used to respect them and be wary of their strength, but they killed my beloved son, and I will repay them tenfold."
"That Immortal Lord Wuqing is nothing but a hypocrite, I will surely punish him..."
Bobo didn't know, Bobo didn't understand, what was this about loving a son and hypocrites.
Before he could process the amount of information, a gust of wind brushed past his ear—it was a sword.
To dispel the daytime mist.
Bobo was sitting next to him, his mind still racing, when a figure flashed past his eyes.
With a few flashes of sword light, half of the menacing group behind him fell dead, covered in blood.
The whole process was so smooth that I couldn't even see it clearly.
“So it’s Patriarch Fan. I thought you were a demonic cultivator,” Xie Zhoujian said, brandishing his sword and shaking off the blood. “I didn’t hear what you said just now. Could you please repeat it to me?”
The horrifying scene before him completely extinguished the man's imposing aura. Even the innocent Bobo next to him swallowed hard, only to find that he had swallowed nothing but saliva.
With blood splattered on his face, the head of the Fan family's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. Realizing what had happened, he didn't hesitate and began to spout nonsense: "I...I said something wrong! My son was merely bewitched by a demonic cultivator and made a mistake in a moment of confusion. Is it really necessary for you to put him to death...!"
Jie Zhoujian swung his sword again, deflecting a hidden weapon that had flown in from nowhere. The sword energy followed its original trajectory, severing a person's head without him even blinking. He continued, "To murder for money, to target my junior sister's family, is a grave crime. He deserves to die. When we were young, I only regarded him as a mischievous peer. Now, you are going to smear my master for a sinner and obstruct my junior brother. It seems that there is more than one 'mischievous' one among you."
"Isn't your junior brother a weirdo too...!"
A single sword strike to the throat.
Startled by the scene, the servant tried to scramble away, but was stopped in the blink of an eye.
"Who leaked the information to you?"
"...Yes...yes...the Demon Lord...he told us telepathically that Young Master Fan is dead...and that he'll be lying in wait here for the next few days, planning to ambush you while you're setting up your formation...that way..."
After he finished explaining hesitantly, Jie Zhoujian asked again, "Besides the Fan family and the demonic cultivators, are there any others?"
"No, that's all... There are quite a few rumors circulating among the people... but they've all been suppressed by the Qing and Yun families, and no one dares to directly oppose the Immortal Lord... plus, the Yun family is there to vouch for him..."
It seems they did take some action, but only the Fan family, who had lost a son and were ready to give up, came.
Immortal Lord Wu Qing's contributions to the cultivation world over the years are evident to all. He has made great contributions to the people's peaceful and prosperous life. Naturally, it is impossible for them to turn against such a high-ranking person because of a few comments.
“You are just a servant in the Fan family, and you are innocent. I can let you go, but you must take a message back to me and spread it as far as possible.”
"Please speak, Immortal, I will certainly deliver it!"
"Tell all aristocratic families to remember one sentence before doing anything: There must be a reason why the Immortal Lord does this."
Jie Zhoujian sheathed his sword and went back. Bobo was already so frightened that he hid behind his master. Yan Shiqun glanced at him and said, "Why did you let one go?"
"He was just a servant who was forcibly brought in. He didn't even have a Golden Core. He didn't kill the innocent, but he didn't spare anyone with cultivation."
“You are really frank,” Yan Shiqun said. “But I am not so magnanimous in this regard. Whether it is those who escaped back then or those who were tricked into cultivating demonic arts by false words, it is all the same.”
After he finished speaking, he leaped up and with a wave of his hand, burned all the birds and beasts around him to ashes.
"Why don't you open your dog eyes and see who your superior is?"
In an instant, the surrounding vegetation turned to ashes, and those hiding under the cover had nowhere to hide.
Incidentally, in that instant, more than half of the demonic cultivators were also burned to ashes.
Yan Shiqun burned everything that Jie had done while he was away during the day, leaving nothing behind: "I don't need blind subordinates."
Those who hadn't dared to go up immediately froze, not daring to move an inch.
"It's burning fire, it really is burning fire... the legendary burning fire that can burn things without leaving a trace or ash!"
"Wasn't it said that only the Demon Lord learned it? Could it be that he really is the Demon Lord? But who was the person who relayed the message to us...?"
"I've never been to Qianlun Mountain before, and I've only been cultivating demonic arts for a little over ten years. How would I know? What do we do now? It looks like we can't win... Maybe we should just run!"
"Actually, I had heard some rumors before, but I never believed them. I never expected this..."
Jie looked up and said, "This area is all burned bare. Doesn't it look a bit ugly?"
He was trying his best not to cut down any plants.
Yan Shiqun Hui: "Anyway, the entire Qianlun Mountain has to be rebuilt, so it's good that the weeds outside can grow back."
Ruan Linglai relayed her message, saying that they had also discovered quite a few demonic cultivators on their side. Although they were no match for them, they suddenly stopped attacking and captured a prisoner who claimed that the Venerable One inside had ordered them to do so.
Bobo nodded repeatedly beside Jie Zhoujian: "I heard it too, but I didn't have a chance to say anything."
“It seems he can communicate not only during the Mid-Autumn Festival,” Xie Zhoujian said, “but most likely he knows about our plans through you.”
"Huh? But I really didn't tell him, how could I have the guts..."
“Whether you tell him or not is irrelevant, but if you know, it’s the same as him knowing,” Xie Zhoujian raised his voice for the second half of his sentence: “Everyone who cultivates demonic arts outside is his spy and pawn. You went through all sorts of hardships, hiding in aristocratic families, barely surviving, but he clearly doesn’t value your lives and still sends you here to die, overestimating yourselves.”
The wild goose, separated from its flock, echoed him from mid-air: "Don't treat just anyone as a substitute for my character! What's hiding inside? Does it even deserve to be called one?"
Jie Zhou then said, “You no longer need to follow him or obey his commands. If he has a clear conscience, he would not have arranged for you to come and launch a sneak attack. Instead, he would wait until the seal is broken and fight us openly. Of course, if any not-so-bright people insist on coming, Ayan and I have no objection.”
After a few seconds of silence, someone took the lead, and everyone bowed down in submission.
"Greetings, Your Excellency! Welcome back, Demon Lord!"
The wild goose, separated from its flock, landed on the ground. It hadn't been treated like this in a long time, and it was still a little unaccustomed to it.
"My first task for you is to quickly relay this message. The people traveling with me are all my friends. Although you may not have the ability, you must convey my orders and not let a single hair on their heads be harmed."
The dozen or so people who remained dared not utter a word of dissent, for uttering a single dissent would surely mean certain death. They all worked together to complete the task as quickly as possible.
The next second, a beam of light nearly blinded everyone present.
The seal on Qianlun Mountain has been broken.
In an instant, the clouds in the sky grew even darker, smoke filled the air around the mountain, and an unbearable heat emanated from the area, a heat that even those who cultivated demonic arts might not be able to suppress.
The wild goose, separated from its flock, turned back to look at the familiar place it had been away from for many years.
After many years, he has returned to Qianlun Mountain.
The person who committed the crime is long dead, and he was just looking for a way to vent his anger.
He needs to carefully examine who is so blind as to impersonate him.
The gate of Qianlun Mountain gradually came into view, facing Qingjue. Qingjue got up, and Jie Zhoujian quickly came over to help him.
"Is Master feeling unwell?"
"No problem, the process went quite smoothly, and it was completed in sync with Tianyu. You did a great job."
Only then were they able to see the true face of Qianlun Mountain, which had been shrouded in mist.
"This is... Qianlun Mountain."
“Qianlun Mountain is not high. It is surrounded by three small mountains of different shapes. The concave three-pronged shape in the middle is the territory of the Demonic Sect. My palace is located at the midpoint of the intersection of the three lines,” Yan Shiqun introduced, and then easily opened the gate between the two mountains: “This is the Lower Gate, the closest one to the palace. Hei Xinyan and the others are in the Upper Gate. Tell them to meet at the midpoint after they go in.”
"Black-hearted?" Qingjue asked with a smile, "Then what was the nickname you gave Linglai Aju?"
Yan Shiqun snorted again and replied, "Spoiled brat and brat."
"Your naming skills aren't much better than mine, Little Goose."
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