Chapter 5 of the Wind and Moon Continent: Reincarnation of the Demon God

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The night was quiet and peaceful, with a bright moon and few stars.

Just after eight o'clock, a curfew was imposed throughout Esnia. The gates of every district were closed, and apart from squads of fully armed city guards patrolling, there were no pedestrians to be seen on the streets; even stray cats and dogs sought shelter.

However, the scene outside the three blocks of the East District was completely different. This was Esnia's most famous red-light district, filled with taverns and entertainment venues open all night. Curfews and anything else seemed irrelevant here; people came to seek pleasure.

Although the flames of war were spreading across the Fast Empire, and even border regions of Esnia were engulfed in conflict, the number of people coming here only increased. Perhaps people, seeing the emptiness and brevity of life, were eager to seize the moment and enjoy themselves. As soon as darkness fell

, the Golden Garden Tavern on the south bank of the East River was packed with patrons. The Donghe River was originally connected to the Yudai River, but after centuries of dumping garbage and debris by residents on both sides, it has become a dead-end river. Fortunately, the water isn't too smelly; otherwise, those who feast and enjoy themselves by the river would be repulsed by its stench.

Upstairs, a row of dining tables overlooks the river. From the bright windows, the river below is brightly lit, and on both banks, various ornate painted boats are adorned with colorful lanterns, their graceful figures and melodious music

filling the air—truly befitting a thousand-year-old imperial capital of extravagance and decadence. Feihua Tower, ranked third among the ten famous towers of the Outer Three Quarters, is actually a complex of buildings covering eighteen acres. With pavilions, terraces, and abundant flowers, it is indeed very grand. Even the gatehouse is more spacious and luxurious than the rooms in ordinary homes.

At 9:30, a young master arrived at Feihua Tower, wearing a flowing robe with a belt made of purple jade and gold thread. His simple attire exuded an imposing nobility, and his gait was powerful and commanding.

"Young Master, greetings!"

Two well-dressed waiters rushed out from the gatehouse of Fei Hua Lou. These men were sharp-eyed; one look at the man and they knew he was no ordinary person, so they naturally treated him with utmost courtesy.

"Courtyard No. 3, Earth." The young master didn't waste any words with the waiters and stated his purpose for coming very directly.

Courtyard No. 3, Earth, was a VIP-level luxury place, so the two waiters naturally dared not neglect him. One of them quickly led the way, respectfully guiding the young master to the place he specified.

In Courtyard No. 3, where melodious music filled the air, a middle-aged guest was already waiting at the gate. Seeing the waiter lead the young master over, he hurried forward to greet him.

Before the man could speak, the young master shook his head in acknowledgment, waved away the waiter beside him, and then said in a deep voice, "Are they still there?"

"Yes, they haven't come out since this afternoon," the middle-aged guest replied respectfully with his hands at his sides.

"Very good, very good." The young master nodded gently.

"Your Majesty, why did you come in person?"

The middle-aged guest's question undoubtedly revealed the young master's identity; he was Ye Tianlong, who was about to officially take over the throne of Fast from Princess Qian.

"Since you, Rutu, have come personally as my spy, of course I must

personally take action." After a joke, a sinister killing intent flashed in Ye Tianlong's eyes: "I must personally deal with the people of the Wind Temple."

Sensing the killing intent in Ye Tianlong's words, Rutu's heart trembled inexplicably. For some reason, after yesterday's conversation, he now felt a faint sense of dread and fear towards Ye Tianlong.

Normally, a high-ranking Iceblood Ghost like him, with a firm will, would never feel fear towards anyone, but Ye Tianlong's transformation in aura made him feel both respect and trepidation.

"How many people are inside?" Ye Tianlong began to walk towards the adjacent courtyard, casually asking Rutu.

"Ah... twenty-six experts." Suppressing his inexplicable thoughts, Rutu hurriedly followed behind Ye Tianlong, speaking respectfully.

"They are all members of the Secret Hall under the Elder Council of the Wind God. The leader is said to be Haina, a fellow disciple of Eileenbis. She is also one of the three Secret Hall Priests of the Elder Council. Because she ranks second, her subordinates call her 'Second Miss.'"

"Second Miss?"

A cold glint flashed in Ye Tianlong's eyes. This title reminded him of the ambush he encountered on his return to the capital. In the chaos, he vaguely seemed to have heard someone call her "Second Miss.

" "They are clever. They didn't actually leave Esnia, but hid in a place like this."

"Yes, at the time, our people couldn't find any trace of them leaving Esnia. I suspected they hadn't left, but were creating a diversion, launching a surprise attack, and hiding in Esnia." Rutu lagged half a step behind Ye Tianlong, speaking to him.

"Your Majesty, aren't you going to wait for the others?" Seeing Ye Tianlong approaching the courtyard where the Wind God Temple personnel were hiding, Lu Tuxian finally couldn't help but remind him, "There are twenty-six people here. If even one escapes, our previous plan will be..."

"I know." Ye Tianlong stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, his hands behind his back, looking around with interest. "The outer perimeter of this area has been sealed off, and Yuzhu and Cynthia are already in place. I will not let anyone escape."

Suddenly, two burly men in blue robes walked out of the courtyard gate. They were tall and fierce, and just seeing their thick arms and big fists would naturally make those who lacked courage feel a chill.

One of the burly men in blue robes shouted, "Hey, you two, don't go to the wrong place."

"Let's see what the people inside are doing." Ye Tianlong smiled wickedly, pointing rudely at the courtyard. "Tell me, with so many men and women together, are you having a raunchy party in there?"

"Damn bastard..." the two men in blue robes roared in unison, charging forward menacingly, their four massive iron fists raised high, as if to devour Ye Tianlong whole.

"You're asking for death!"

The cold voice still echoed in the two men's ears when Ye Tianlong had already lightning-fast closed in on them, his hands behind his back striking their chests.

With a "whoosh," the two men in blue robes flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall, spitting blood as they landed, clearly beyond saving.

"Let's go in!" At the same time as he struck the two men, Ye Tianlong shouted to Lu Tu, and leaped into the courtyard.

Figures flashed by, and soon more than ten people stood at the entrance.

Standing below the steps, Ye Tianlong coldly stared at the entrance, saying nothing. Behind him, Lu Tuxian remained silent, his face ashen like a stone statue.

"Who are you?" a man in black standing in the crowd finally couldn't help but shout.

"Bring out your second young lady." Seeing that Ye Tianlong showed no reaction, Lu Tuxian stepped forward from the side, his voice chilling.

"Good heavens, you've come knocking on our door. Just who are you?"

The sound of swords being drawn echoed as the man in black gripped his sword, his courage slightly bolstered. After all, being exposed so easily in Esnia had instilled a sense of unease in each of them.

"Are you truly blind? Can't you even recognize Ye Tianlong?"

A clear, melodious voice rang out from behind the crowd. Those standing at the entrance stirred slightly before parting to the sides, revealing a beautiful and aloof young woman in a white dress. A dozen or so figures then appeared on either side of Ye Tianlong and Lu Tuxian.

An encirclement was formed, but Ye Tianlong and Lu Tuxian remained unmoved, seemingly unconcerned about their enemies.

"Good eyesight. I won't waste any more words with you."

Ye Tianlong waved his hand, revealing his true form. Beside him, Lu Tuxian also revealed his original appearance.

"Now, kneel down, and I might consider sparing your lives."

Hearing Ye Tianlong's arrogant words, the people of the Wind Temple were in an uproar. The initial fear of being discovered was quickly dispelled by anger.

They had never seen anyone dare to speak so arrogantly in front of so many experts. Although they had witnessed Ye Tianlong's astonishing martial arts in the small village, hadn't he ultimately been chased and forced to flee?

"Summon all your helpers!" The woman in white, Haina, raised a delicate, fair hand. The crowd fell silent, and only her voice echoed throughout the courtyard: "Since you've discovered us, then we have no choice but to fight to the death."

"What help do I need to deal with you cowards hiding in the shadows?" Ye Tianlong roared imposingly, "I alone am enough to send you on your way."

"What an arrogant brat!" An old man holding an iron cane descended from the hall, his old eyes flashing with a sharp light, each step steady and powerful.

"Hasn't that cane lesson you enough?"

"Guest Master Xu, be careful."

It was Haina who spoke. She knew the entire plan of the Temple of Wind and was naturally very aware of the ambush in the Palace of No Worries. Clearly, the mysterious disappearance of the group of people who were lying in wait to ambush Ye Tianlong in the Palace of No Worries was related to Ye Tianlong.

Those who participated in the Wushao Palace ambush were all far more powerful than those around her, yet now that group had all mysteriously disappeared, while their target, Ye Tianlong, had come knocking on their door. This showed that Ye Tianlong's strength was not to be underestimated.

Haina's words only fueled Xu Keqing's rage. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he extended his iron crutch, unleashing a torrent of hidden power and a fierce wind, as he strode towards Ye Tianlong.

Seeing Ye Tianlong's calm expression, seemingly unconcerned with him, Xu Keqing's face instantly changed several times. He suddenly slowed his pace and cautiously approached Ye Tianlong from behind.

Ye Tianlong stood firm as a mountain, even Lu Tuxian standing beside him remained unmoved.

Xu Keqing dared not circle in front of Ye Tianlong. After a slight pause, he suddenly took a step forward, his crutch flashing like lightning as it struck Ye Tianlong's knee.

Ye Tianlong's figure swayed slightly, his silhouette flashing. No one saw the change clearly, but everyone witnessed the shocking scene that followed.

Xu Keqing knelt at Ye Tianlong's feet, the iron cane in his hand now in Ye Tianlong's grasp, pressed against Xu's shoulder.

"You despicable old bastard, countless people have died because of your schemes, so die now!"

"Wait!"

Haina shouted, but before her words could even finish, Ye Tianlong swung the iron cane violently.

A column of blood shot into the sky, Xu Keqing's head flying into the air. Ye Tianlong had actually used the iron cane to chop off Xu Keqing's head, the blood spurting from the severed head covering an area of eight feet.

The merciless strike was swift and decisive, like lightning; almost instantly, life and death were decided, so fast that no one else had time to think.

Casually tossing aside the iron cane stained with its master's blood, Ye Tianlong turned to look at Haina, whose face had paled drastically.

"Now it's your turn."

With every gesture, Ye Tianlong exuded a powerful aura that instilled a chilling fear in everyone in the Wind Temple.

At this moment, Ye Tianlong before them was filled with overwhelming power, a power that could shake their minds, make their limbs weak, and quicken their heartbeats.

Standing beside Ye Tianlong, Lu Tu suddenly leaped away from the Wind Temple's encirclement. He knew he was no longer needed; Ye Tianlong, having fully unleashed his demonic power, was unstoppable.

"We'll fight!"

Under the immense pressure, Haina, at the forefront, tragically raised her longsword and stepped down the steps. The others standing at the entrance followed her down, and those flanking Ye Tianlong raised their weapons, pressing towards him.

The closer they got to Ye Tianlong, the greater the fear in Haina's heart became—a feeling she had never experienced before.

Looking around, Haina realized that none of her men were without a chill in their hearts. Although they outwardly held an absolute advantage, Ye Tianlong, standing among them, was like a towering mountain, an insurmountable obstacle.

Taking a deep breath, Haina suddenly discovered that her hands were covered in sweat.

Sweat on her sword-wielding hands? This was absolutely impossible. As a rigorously trained magic swordsman, gripping the sword firmly was the most normal thing in the world. If her hands were sweaty, her grip would be weak, and in severe cases, she might even slip and lose control of the sword.

Feeling guilty, Haina looked at Ye Tianlong, only to see a scene that utterly unbelievable—dim ripples emanated from Ye Tianlong's body, spreading outwards from between his brows. A faint black aura permeated the air, and a chilling aura wafted through the air, this aura from the depths of the void even carrying a faint, strange fragrance.

"Demon God Reincarnation... Demon God Reincarnation..."

Haina screamed inwardly. She had seen such records in the ancient texts of the Temple of Wind, and she never imagined she would have the chance to witness it firsthand. Perhaps it truly was an impending calamity.

Just as the encirclement was formed, and the people of the Temple of Wind hesitated whether to attack, Ye Tianlong suddenly produced the terrifying Heavenly Demon Holy Sword.

Its black blade and fiery red sword energy swirled, swirled, swallowed, swept, and howled like a powerful tornado suddenly sweeping across the earth.

Sword energy soared and blade light danced in the courtyard. A scream, a frenzy ensued. Amidst the blurring figures, bodies fell, swords flew, and the courtyard echoed with wails and howls. People and weapons lay scattered everywhere.

Rutu stood at the courtyard gate, leaning against the wall, watching the tornado created by Ye Tianlong's Heavenly Demon Holy Sword sweep away and destroy everything. A mixture of excitement and a chilling feeling welled up within him.

The figures reappeared, and the riot ended.

The battle began quickly and ended just as quickly; in a mere quarter of an hour, twenty-one of the twenty-six experts from the Temple of Wind were killed.

The remaining four experts from the Temple of Wind seized the opportunity and fled swiftly. Ye Tianlong did not pursue them; instead, he and Haina stood face to face amidst the pile of corpses, his Heavenly Demon Holy Sword pointing towards Haina's chest, its immense sword energy completely controlling her.

Of the twenty-one corpses, a quarter were still struggling in pools of blood, while the rest were reduced to mangled pieces—a scene that would haunt even those accustomed to death.

"You actually killed so many of my people..." Haina cried, tears welling in her eyes, the secret magic sword of the Temple of Wind in her hand already broken into several pieces.

"I won't let you go until I've killed you all," Ye Tianlong roared. "This is what you've always wanted; I'm merely fulfilling your wish."

Before he finished speaking, as if to confirm his words, four tall, beautiful blonde women appeared on the courtyard wall. Their specially made brown breastplates couldn't completely conceal their astonishingly large breasts, revealing translucent, snow-white flesh with delicate textures that shimmered in the moonlight.

But what chilled Haina most was that the four beautiful blondes held javelins in their hands, each wielded by one of the four escaped rascals. Clearly, none of them had escaped alive; they had been killed by these blonde beauties halfway there.

With a flick of their javelins, the four corpses fell onto the pile of bodies. The four blonde beauties moved in unison, bowing to Ye Tianlong before leaping away.

"Bring the entire clan of the owner here!"

Ye Tianlong shouted to Lu Tu without turning his head. The latter immediately responded and left the courtyard to relay the orders.

Taking advantage of Ye Tianlong's distraction, Haina tried to escape, but the moment she made a move, Ye Tianlong sealed all her meridians with a single sword strike.

Weakened, Haina swayed and collapsed into the pile of corpses.

※ ※ ※

He carried Haina into the hall and threw her heavily to the ground. Watching the pitiful priestess struggle helplessly on the bluestone floor, black flames ignited in Ye Tianlong's eyes.

"You... what are you going to do..."

Seeing the strange light in the man's eyes, Haina instinctively shrank back, stammering.

As a priestess who valued purity and diligently cultivated spiritual enlightenment, Haina had grown up in the Temple of the Wind and had no experience or feelings between men and women. However, her female intuition and instincts made her terrified of the man before her.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

Ye Tianlong, hands behind his back, slowly walked towards Haina. The priestess, sitting on the ground and constantly backing away, was flustered and anxious. It wasn't until her back hit the table leg that she suddenly came to her senses and realized that her true power hadn't been suppressed. With

a sharp cry, she leaped up from the ground, arms and legs outstretched, like a cat baring its teeth and claws.

Swift as lightning, the two were only two steps apart, and Haina was in front of Ye Tianlong in a single leap, her hands and feet already attacking his sides.

Her hands formed claws, fingers like hooks, grabbing towards his head, while her feet attacked Ye Tianlong's waist and hips.

Just as they were about to touch, Haina suddenly saw a strange smile flash across Ye Tianlong's face, and her heart sank, an ominous feeling spreading throughout her body.

Her claws and feet missed their mark. Just as they were about to hit her, Ye Tianlong spun around, appearing behind Haina like lightning, his hands coming together to grab her slender waist, and with a twist, he spun her around.

"Ah..."

The force of her forward charge was transformed into a rotational force by Ye Tianlong. Combined with Ye Tianlong's original rotational force, Haina spun several times in mid-air. The strength of this rotational force made Haina feel all the blood rush to her brain, her vision blurred, and she couldn't even scream.

With a loud thud, she was thrown to the ground by Ye Tianlong, and Haina felt as if all the bones in her body were about to shatter.

The subsequent blows were extremely fierce. Haina felt like she had become a training sandbag, grabbed and thrown down, punched, palm-chopping, elbow-attacking, kicking, tripping, throwing, twisting, slamming...

At first, Haina's protective inner strength could still instinctively resist, but each of Ye Tianlong's blows was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the boundless latent force directly shook her mind and consciousness. After enduring seven or eight blows, her energy dissipated, and in her hazy consciousness, Haina felt like an anvil under a blacksmith's hammer, receiving the blows of a thousand-pound hammer.

Finally, Ye Tianlong stopped. Haina, having suffered enough, lay sprawled on the ground, only uttering weak, exhausted groans of pain. Her clothes were torn and tattered, making her look like a lump of dead flesh. Thankfully, Ye Tianlong hadn't struck her facial features; otherwise, with a bruised and swollen face and bleeding, it would have been even more tragic.

"Little woman, you're just born with a cheap bone in your body," Ye Tianlong yanked Haina up from the ground, pointing a finger at her nose, and said viciously, "If I wasn't confident in controlling you, would I have so easily granted you your freedom?"

"You…you…" The poor priestess wanted to curse, but couldn't utter a sound.

"Still daring to be all coy? Do you want to get beaten up again?" Ye Tianlong roared, slapping Haina's cheeks menacingly. "Now you're just a plaything in my hands. Watch how I manipulate you."

With a tearing sound, her already tattered clothes were ripped apart by Ye Tianlong, along with the flesh-colored embroidered bra she wore underneath, revealing her glistening, perky breasts.

"No...no..."

With another tearing sound, Haina's clothes shattered into pieces in Ye Tianlong's hands, revealing her naked, snow-white body with bruises and red marks, a gruesome sight.

The immense shame made Haina almost cry out. First came the brutal blows, then the torment of body and mind. Even the priestess with her astonishing willpower and mental strength began to weaken, and her once-strong mental defenses began to crumble.

"I'll slowly teach you a lesson, and show those who dare to lay a hand on me what's what!"

Ye Tianlong pressed the completely naked, lamb-like Haina onto the table, his massive hands slapping her alluring, snow-white buttocks with a series of loud cracking sounds, each strike leaving a handprint on her alabaster skin.

"Ouch...ouch..."

Haina screamed and struggled, writhing like a white snake. But her hands were twisted and pressed against her back, her waist and spine suppressed by Ye Tianlong's wrists, making her look like a snake with a boulder pressing down on its back—a truly spectacular sight.

Although the force of the slaps to her buttocks was much less than the previous brutal blows, the psychological impact of being slapped like that by a man was far stronger.

The footsteps of a group of armored knights from the city guards sounded outside, followed by Lu Tuxian's voice, ordering the city guards to clean up the pile of corpses in the entire courtyard.

After a large number of armored knights from the city guards surrounded the entire Fei Hua Building, everyone inside was thoroughly searched.

When these people were released, news also spread that the Wind Temple was using brothels as a cover. This news was undoubtedly a huge blow to the Wind Temple's reputation, which always prided itself on its purity.

However, what troubled the Wind Temple even more was that they had already lost nearly a quarter of their strength in the operation to kill Ye Tianlong, including two elders of the Elder Council. If they suffered further losses, the entire Wind Temple would perish. The

Fei Hua Lou owner and his family, who had been under close surveillance, were quickly brought in one by one. Escorting the Fei Hua Lou owner and his wife and children was a young woman from the Dark Clan. Her

black breastplate and waist armor revealed her graceful curves, and her fair and delicate skin appeared even more pristine against the black armor.

"Take a look, do you recognize them?" Haina, whose meridians were suppressed by dark energy, was pushed forward by Ye Tianlong, facing the Fei Hua Lou owner and his family directly.

"Second Miss..." The owner of Fei Hua Lou exclaimed in surprise upon seeing her. The woman before him, Hai Na, was completely naked, her snow-white skin covered with bruises and red marks, her hair disheveled, and her face streaked with tears. She bore no resemblance to the holiness of a priestess or the dignified authority of an elder of the council.

"What are you going to do... what are you going to do..." Haina, her spirit shattered, could only muster the strength in her voice, her only remaining weapon.

"Kill him!" Ye Tianlong waved his hand, and a city guard standing behind the owner of the Fei Hua Lou restaurant fell with a swift stroke, his head flying off. Screams, cries, and wails erupted from the Fei Hua Lou owner's family.

"Look closely, they've all fallen to this state because of your ambition." Ye Tianlong grabbed Haina's hair, pulled her head towards him, and said viciously, "I'll make you remember, those who oppose me never have a good end."

With that, he ordered the execution of all the men of the Fei Hua Lou owner's clan in front of Haina, and the women reduced to slavery.

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