The fisherman reaps the benefits
Amidst the clash of swords and the shadows of war on the border, Rong Yan was no match for thousands of men, his wrists and back covered in wounds.
Yun Shang sat on his horse, watching Rong Yan struggle desperately, and gave a cold, mocking smile.
"Wenweijun, you must hold on!" Blood-Clad Silkworm kept urging himself on. His strength was limited; he had exhausted all his cultivation, but he could only tear open a hole the size of a bowl.
Exhausted and drenched in sweat, the strong smell of blood wafted towards him, and Blood-Clad Silkworm's mind began to wander.
"Slap—" Blood-Clad Silkworm slapped himself, cursing himself for still thinking about these things at a time like this.
A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and the Blood-Clad Silkworm cried out, "It's enough, it's enough!"
Rong Yan noticed the commotion and prepared to retreat, holding the Crying Wolf, and retreated to the border.
"Wenwei, hurry!"
The torn rift is slowly closing.
"Kill them all, not a single one shall live!" Yun Shang ordered, and a massive wave of soldiers charged into battle.
Once Rong Yan returned to the Blood-Clad Silkworm's side, the two grabbed hands and escaped through the crack.
"Chase him! He must die today!"
Yun Shang's men coerced the border guards into opening the barrier and led their troops in pursuit of Rong Yan.
The two of them, along with Lin Yueyao, escaped from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect and arrived at the border between the demon race and the immortal sect.
This place is not under anyone's jurisdiction; it is an unclaimed territory.
Having escaped, Blood-Clad Silkworm saw that he was covered in wounds and still bleeding. Smelling the blood, he lost his composure and made a suggestion.
"Wen Weijun is injured, why don't you sit down and rest for a while?"
Rong Yan is holding on only because of his unwavering belief, and he nods weakly.
Leaning against a big tree, looking at the place shrouded in celestial energy ahead, and walking further ahead, you'll reach the direction where the Misty Sect is located.
Going back there wouldn't be much better than staying in the Demon Palace. Even though going back meant certain death, he was willing to do anything for his senior sister.
He is willing to go back and accept the sect's punishment.
After resting for a short while, the Blood-Clad Silkworm treated his wounds.
The sky gradually darkened; what was clearly a bright sunny day was now shrouded in dark clouds.
Rong Yan had a bad feeling. Just as he was about to pay attention, the ground shook, and the pursuers behind him caught up without him noticing.
Strange, he had tried to conceal his escape route all the way, so why was his trail discovered so quickly?
His gaze fell on the loyal Blood-Clad Silkworm, who was carefully healing his wounds; there was no reason for it to do so.
"My good nephew, where are you going?" Yun Shang led his army to surround the area, his face contorted with a fake smile, his heart set on taking his life.
“Yun Shang—you leave no room for maneuver in your actions and have done all sorts of bad things. My miserable state today is your fate tomorrow.”
Yun Shang laughed instead of getting angry, dismissing his disdain, "You're about to die and you still have so much nonsense to say."
"Don't worry, after you die I will burn incense and pray before your spirit every day, praying that you will have a peaceful home in the future."
"Don't be so disgusting. If it weren't for you, Master Benben wouldn't have died at all." Rong Yan accused bitterly, his healed wounds reopening due to his anger.
"If it weren't for you, none of this would be what it is today."
"Good nephew, don't blame me. It's just that you were born to be my elder brother's son, which means we are destined to be enemies for life." Yun Shang said without any regard for sentiment, not wanting to say anything more, and ordered his men to take action with a swift stroke of his knife.
From the army that came from all directions, a female demon appeared and teased Rong Yan as she circled around him.
Having played enough tricks, they launched a sneak attack from behind.
Blood-Clad Silkworm was in a hurry. Ignoring the unconscious Moon Fairy beside him, he put her down on the ground and rushed into the encircled territory where they were locked in a standoff.
Silkworm threads sprouted wildly from the ground, binding the demoness's hands and feet. The two joined forces, beating the demoness until she repeatedly coughed up blood, rendering her powerless to resist.
Yun Shang remained as still as a rock. Before he could even utter a word, a strange monster, half-human, half-beast, half-immortal, and half-demon, volunteered to fight.
After several rounds of fighting, Rong Yan's stamina gradually gave out, his wounds worsened, and he could no longer hold on, so he knelt down on the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Blood-Clad Silkworm wasn't much better off; it was injured and collapsed, unable to get up.
"You are already at your last gasp, why linger on?" At this point, Yun Shang softened, but this softening was far too insignificant compared to the throne, to the point that it was dispensable.
"Considering our relationship as uncle and nephew, I will end my own life so that you can have a whole body."
Rong Yan knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one hand as he wept bitterly, refusing to die.
Yun Shang was getting anxious and spoke to someone remotely, "Now is the perfect time for you to take revenge, why won't you wake up?"
Before Rong Yan could understand, a cold sword was already pressed against his shoulder.
He turned around stiffly, his sharply defined brow bone filled with astonishment, and murmured, "Senior Sister?"
When did you wake up?
Or was she conscious from beginning to end, and deliberately left traces to join forces with Yun Shang to kill him here?
"Don't call me that." Lin Yueyao looked at him coldly, repeating the painful truth, "You are not worthy to die by my sword."
The phoenix mark between her brows emitted a scorching light, creating a strange resonance with the mark on his forehead.
At the same time, the paper crane carrying the message traveled thousands of miles away.
Since she refused to take action, Yun Shang, who couldn't wait any longer, decided to find out for himself.
He leaped off his horse, sword in hand, and strode over to Rong Yan's disheveled state.
"Uncle will see you off on your journey to the underworld. Don't blame your uncle for being heartless."
With a clang, Lin Yueyao, standing behind Rong Yan, flicked his sword away. Yun Shang was furious, "What are you doing?!"
"You are even less worthy to kill him." Originally, she doubted the real cause of her master's death, but today, she is even more convinced that there was another reason for her master's death.
"The Fourth Prince has some tricks up his sleeve. He has harmed many of my fellow disciples and driven Rong Yan to the brink of despair."
"What, do you want revenge?" Yun Shang said dismissively. "Don't forget what time it is now."
Lin Yueyao, not to be outdone, reminded him, "You're not the only one with help."
"Qinglian of the Misty Sect is here. Why don't you all come here at once—"
After three shouts, the various sects located a hundred miles away responded and came to the scene.
Different figures appeared in mid-air, on treetops, and on the ground; these people all came from the Immortal Sect.
"Yun Shang, you trespassed on Mount Futu and killed many of my disciples. Today, you will pay with your life." An elderly woman from Mount Futu spoke, her long hair flowing, as she bent down and landed from the clouds.
The two groups then started fighting. Rong Yan was seriously injured, and it was Lin Yueyao's turn to hold him.
She put the Blood-Clad Silkworm, which had revealed its true form, into her spirit pouch, carried the person, and fought her way through to meet up with the people from the sect.
"Are you alright?" The person who came to meet them was Yin Lanxin, who had received the news and led her disciples to the scene.
She noticed the change in their foreheads, proving that they were of one mind and had completed the hand seal.
By entering into a contract, she becomes a member of the Hehuan Sect and receives its protection.
Qi Chengyan was also by Yin Lanxin's side.
All the elders of the sects had arrived. No matter how powerful Yun Shang's army was, it was still no match for the combined attack of the major immortal sects.
With the two sides locked in a stalemate, Yun Shang suffered repeated defeats.
The immortal sect had come prepared. Knowing that they had fallen into Lin Yueyao's trap, Yun Shang turned around and left.
"Trying to run? You'll have to get past my sword first!" The elder from the minor sect shouted sternly, leaping forward to block his path.
The people providing cover and the pursuers fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.
Yun Shang was only chasing Rong Yan and didn't want to be caught off guard. His forces were insufficient and he was on the verge of death.
Seeing that there was nowhere to retreat, fleeing in panic was not the way Yun Shang should act.
Just as they were about to fight to the death, the Demon Palace's army arrived to provide support.
A massive, gray army appeared before Yun Shang with the force of a thousand horses galloping like thunder. In the center of the procession, the leader rode in on horseback, his nine-section whip particularly eye-catching.
At that moment, Yun Shang's soul flew to the heavens.
"Yun Shang, how dare you!" the Holy Venerable rebuked.
Yun Shang was frozen in place, unable to move an inch. The person who had died right before his eyes had suddenly come back to life.
"Your petty tricks can't fool me." The Holy Venerable snorted coldly.
Now he finally understood everything. He understood why Rong Yan could enter and leave the prison so easily and arrange everything so smoothly.
It turns out that all of this was tacitly approved by the Holy Venerable. He knew what Rong Yan wanted to do and had always known that he harbored ulterior motives.
They were imprisoned, but no suitable reason could be found.
Now, outside the Demon Palace's main hall, he has personally killed his own father; there is nothing more heinous than patricide.
Knowing there was no hope, Yun Shang knelt on the ground, too ashamed to look up at him.
The Holy Venerable passed by him, and the guards behind him raised their knives and brought them down, Yun Shang's head rolling to the ground.
Blood splattered, staining a large area of open ground.
"The Immortal Sect is far too audacious to try and take away my grandson." Yun Shang forcibly opened the border barrier, and tens of thousands of demon criminals escaped, injuring people everywhere.
The Immortal Sect suffered a loss of vitality in its confrontation with Yun Shang, and when faced with the attacking Holy Venerable, its momentum was at a disadvantage.
Lin Yueyao handed Rong Yan over to the people in the sect, then stood up and confronted him alone, saying, "Your good grandson is from the Misty Sect. He was raised and taught by my master little by little."
"You're only bound by blood ties, what does it have to do with you?" Lin Yueyao retorted coldly. "How he is dealt with is up to the Misty Sect."
"What a sharp tongue!" the Holy Venerable exclaimed, his face filled with disdain. "A reputable sect has resorted to underhanded tactics, imprisoning my grandson for years, and now they want to forcibly abduct him. I hereby swear that the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and the Immortal Sects will be irreconcilable enemies from this day forward—"
May Your Majesty live a long and prosperous life, with boundless longevity!
May your reign last a thousand years, and may you live ten thousand years!
The echoes of agreement came from all directions, which was very encouraging.
The people from various sects of the immortal sects looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Everyone present today shall be wiped out!!"
Upon the Holy Lord's decree, the entire army was mobilized.
Yunliu sat watching the show from thousands of miles away, while Yunque mingled into the battlefield, killing people everywhere. When he had his fill of killing, he greedily licked the blood from his fingertips.
In the chaos, Yin Lanxin held the two women on either side, while Lin Yueyao struggled and resisted.
"It's too dangerous, come with me—"
Qi Chengyan was responsible for drawing fire.
Upon seeing this, Yunliu called out, "Third Brother—"
Yin Lanxin led her people to escape, and Yun Liu and Yun Que suddenly appeared.
"So it was you." Yunliu said with a grin, not letting her leave.
He knew her when his elder brother was still alive, but their social statuses were too different for him to reminisce.
Yun Que took the initiative to make a move, and Yin Lanxin, as a member of a sect, was a force to be reckoned with.
But even against two opponents, he was still outmatched.
Lin Yueyao had no choice but to join in, which caused Rong Yan to drop from mid-air into the battlefield.
He fell heavily to the ground and died completely.
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