Demon soldiers raid
The stone chamber was cold and damp, and the cold wind chilled us to the bone.
A person was lying on the stone bed in the middle; it was chilly, and they had been woken up by the cold.
"Cough cough cough."
The clumsy creature, curled up on the ground, perked up its ears, raised its head, rolled its eyes, and transformed back into its original form.
"Quickly, Master is awake!" The Blood-Clad Silkworm, who had been dozing, was awakened.
Benben lay on the edge of the stone bed, guarding it closely, asking, "Is Master alright?"
Rong Yan propped himself up and sat up. The stone chamber was chilly, his body was stiff, and he had no strength. His hands and feet were numb as he rested on the edge of the stone bed.
Where is this?
"This is Blackwater City. It was the Crown Prince's master who saved you," Benben explained patiently.
He looked around. He remembered that he and Benben had once trespassed into the Crystal Palace, and this place must be somewhere within it.
He raised his hand to look at the lines on his palm. His spiritual meridians were flowing smoothly, the surging spiritual power in his body was stabilizing, and the demonic power had dissipated.
Why is that?
At this moment, the Blood-Clad Silkworm returned, following behind a person.
The newcomer wore a Nuo opera mask and a robe, and spoke in a stiff tone, "Wenwei-jun, we meet again."
There's nothing more to say to Rong Yan. This man's strength is unfathomable, even surpassing his master's. Continuing to entangle with him will only lead to no good.
"What does the city chief want me to do?" It's impossible for him to help him for no reason. Rong Yan knew that his life was in someone else's hands, so he lost his confidence and could only think about it.
“Wenwei is very smart, I really can’t help you for nothing.”
Qi Chengyan slowly walked to his side, and seeing his tense expression, he couldn't help but smile. "Relax, I won't let you kill anyone."
He reached out and put his hand on Rong Yan's shoulder, giving him a symbolic pat. "I'm not one to do good deeds, so I saved you. How are you going to repay me?"
The implication is that the choice is being given to him.
If you don't want to kill anyone, then what do you want? Rong Yan was puzzled. "I don't understand."
Qi Chengyan patiently and gently said, "I've put in a lot of effort for Wenweijun. Even if I haven't achieved anything, I've still put in a lot of hard work."
"I'm not greedy. If Wenwei gives me anything, consider it payment."
Rong Yan was surprised that he was so easy to talk to, and as he pondered this, he took out his spirit pouch.
His spirit pouch was full of trinkets given to him by his senior sister, which he wouldn't give away. He touched them all and found the cold, hard cooking utensils.
That's probably not a good idea. The city lord has plenty of basic necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
Continuing their search, they caught a fresh grass carp.
This doesn't seem like what the city lord needs.
Although the city lord said it was fine, he couldn't really be so casual.
After searching for a while, Benben got sleepy and yawned, the last sound of which was drawn out.
The city lord was very patient. Although he was wearing a mask, you could tell from his tone that he was a calm and peaceful person.
"It doesn't matter, anything that belongs to Wenwei Jun personally is fine."
Speaking of this, Rong Yan remembered something that had been with him for many years, but he no longer needed it.
"Since the city lord doesn't mind, then take it." He took off the jade pendant with his name engraved on it from around his neck and handed it to the person.
The city lord accepted it and put it into his bosom.
Although I don't know what the jade token is for, since the city lord wants it, I might as well give it away.
Rong Yan once hoped to find his parents with this jade pendant. However, he later learned that given his current physical condition, his parents were probably not ordinary people, and knowing too much about certain things could be detrimental.
He was still thinking about his senior sister, wondering if she had returned.
Now that another person knows his identity, Rong Yan is uneasy and hesitates.
Qi Chengyan saw through his thoughts and said understandingly, "Wenwei, don't worry. Since I've helped you, I know what I'm doing."
Hearing this, Rong Yan felt even more that the city lord was a good person, not as crazy as he had appeared before.
Before leaving, he still had a question: "May I ask the city lord, what do you mean by 'it took a lot of effort' to resolve the demonic power within me?"
“Well, Wen Weijun is a half-demon.” He pointed at Rong Yan, “meaning that the demonic power within Wen Weijun cannot be neutralized, only suppressed.”
"How do we suppress them?" Rong Yan asked urgently.
"It's very simple. As long as a cultivator's spiritual root is above Wen Weijun's, they can suppress the demonic energy."
Every cultivator knows how precious spiritual roots are. Moreover, the scarcity of spiritual roots is not as simple as buying vegetables, especially for those with cultivation levels above them, making it extremely difficult to obtain.
He knew that the city lord was incredibly powerful and would trample the entire Blackwater City under his feet.
His mere spiritual root is no problem; if his senior sister knew he was associating with demons and evil spirits, she would definitely be angry with him.
Not to mention the origins of spiritual roots, most of which are not honorable.
Even if he had no other choice at the moment, he could only think of another way.
Benben felt despair for him, but the next moment he smiled and encouraged him, "It's okay, Master, we'll definitely find a way."
The city lord watched them leave.
"Cave Master, they've gone far away." Blood-Clad Silkworm stared blankly as the master and servant departed.
"Luckily you told me." Qi Chengyan took off his mask, revealing his handsome appearance. His eyes were smiling, no wonder Yin Lanxin had been thinking about him for so many years.
He had been worried about not being able to find Rong Yan's weakness, and now that he had this opportunity, Qi Chengyan smiled.
"Keep following, but make sure you are not discovered."
The silkworm in blood-red robes obeyed the order and left immediately.
As the stone chamber grew quiet, Qi Chengyan took out the warm, smooth jade pendant and stroked the raised characters with his fingertips.
Jade can nourish people, but it can also harm them. Wearing it for many years allows blood and energy to seep into the jade, making it more translucent.
It was like living flesh and blood, imbued with human consciousness.
Holding the jade, Qi Chengyan cast a spell and formed a hand seal, channeling his spiritual power into it. Under his blessing, the cold stone transformed into an exact replica of Rong Yan.
With a feigned calm and indifferent expression, she walked towards a mirror, seemingly finding something to rely on.
That was the Dust Demon Mirror. The fake Rong Yan stood in front of the mirror, reflecting the woman's appearance.
It was Lin Yueyao.
It was her! Qi Chengyan never expected it to be her.
He waved his hand, and the fake Rong Yan turned to ashes. After the figures dispersed, there was a jade pendant lying on the ground.
Qi Chengyan picked it up and put it back into his sleeve.
Wan Yao Zhai, Liu Xu Gong.
Before a giant crystal ball, the high priest respectfully presented it with both hands, and demonic power flowed out continuously, being absorbed by the crystal ball.
The sphere was surrounded by a thick demonic power, like being shrouded in mist.
The high priest chanted incantations, and the light from the crystal ball grew fainter and fainter until it went out.
Fourth Prince Yun Shang snapped, "Enough!"
All these years, the father still refused to give up on the child's whereabouts, even though the hope was as slim as nothing.
"It's been so many years, how could we possibly find them?!" Even if Rong Nianci gave birth to the child, how could there still be no news of her after all these years?
"Fourth Prince, please calm your anger." The High Priest bowed and quietly withdrew.
The Holy One commanded her to find the whereabouts of the Prince, and she has been waiting for this for many years, losing count of the days and nights.
Yun Shang burst out of the Six Void Palace and stormed into the Demon Palace where the Holy Venerable resided. Ignoring the demon soldiers' attempts to stop him, he cried out, "Father—"
"Why won't you give up even though your elder brother has been dead for so many years?"
The old demon king's hair was frosty white, and his face bore the marks of time, yet his tone was deep and resonant, "Yun Shang, is this how you speak to your father?"
He knelt down to admit his mistake, but he was still unconvinced. "Father, I admit that I am not as good as my eldest brother, but my second brother is idle and lazy, my third brother has no intention of reviving the demon clan's foundation, my fifth brother is weak, and my sixth sister still needs my mother to take care of her. In terms of both sentiment and reason, I am the best heir!"
"Why are you so worried about me? Is your son really so unbearable to you?"
The old demon king took a deep breath, walked towards him, and said earnestly, "You are too impetuous. The leadership of the demon race is really not suitable for you." He turned his back, lonely and ruthless.
Yun Shang knelt on the ground, still trying to fight for himself.
His demon soldiers stormed into the demon palace, kneeling on one knee. "Holy Lord, urgent report—"
"read--"
"The scouts discovered a few days ago that cultivators were arresting demon people on a large scale within the territory, and had already taken away thousands of people."
"The Immortal Sect is outrageous!" Yun Shang roared. This was his chance to make a name for himself. He wriggled his legs and pleaded, "Father, these cultivators are truly arrogant. Ten years ago, for the sake of our people's livelihood and the peace of the demon race, we endured without making a move. But the Immortal Sect has tested us in every way, letting them become so ignorant of their own limitations!"
"My son has volunteered to attack the immortal sects and avenge the abducted demon soldiers!"
The old demon king remained silent, pondering a solution.
Yun Shang was anxious, and his words were heart-wrenching: "Father, we can't hesitate any longer—"
"Do you remember how your elder brother died?!"
“I remember, you don’t need to remind me.” The old demon king turned around.
The father and son were locked in a stalemate when, just then, the High Priest, who had never stepped out of the Six Void Palace, brought some thrilling good news—
"Your Majesty, I have found the whereabouts of the Prince!!!"
The old demon king suddenly turned around, and Yun Shang was shocked and pale.
The day of the Hundred Schools Trial is drawing closer, and Lin Yueyao's name is on the list of those to be selected. If she doesn't go, she won't be able to explain it to her master.
After hiding in the sect for these past few days, I have finally forgotten the absurd scenes that have been lingering in my mind.
If she sees Rong Yan again, she will definitely avoid him like the plague.
With that thought in mind, the day of departure arrived.
Song Qingyun agreed to set off with her, and the two packed their belongings and left the sect.
Flying on his sword, Wen Qing was overcome by a strong demonic aura and had to stop.
They landed at the foot of a mountain and searched the area, finding traces left by evil spirits.
Thinking it was just an ordinary little demon, Song Qingyun found a scale in a clump of grass.
His expression was grave, and he frowned as he said, "These are scales from the armor; demon soldiers have passed by."
Demon soldiers... Song Qingyun recalled the great war between the two races more than a decade ago. He was too young to go to the battlefield to help his sect, but he witnessed the sky turning blood red day and night.
At that time, Lin Yueyao was still at home in Bajun City and was unaware of the situation.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yueyao realized the seriousness of the situation.
"No one has died here, so the demon soldiers must have come prepared."
Song Qingyun cried out in alarm, "We must notify the disciples of all sects on Mount Futu before the demon soldiers attack the sect!"
The Hundred Schools Trial is just around the corner. If the various continents far away in Penglai are attacked by demon soldiers, they will be isolated and helpless!
The two flew on their swords and split into two groups. One flew to Mount Futu to deliver the message, while the other returned to inform the disciples of another sect who were halfway there.
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