The Carefree Little Immortal (Complete) - Chapter 38

"However, many questions remain. The Little Demon Lord is a supreme being of a realm, cruel, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty. Why would he personally intervene to save the world?" Shui Ruo asked. "

Yes! How could such a villain come to save Ze Yang!" Xiao Xuan said indignantly, never expecting his merit to be attributed to the demon who had beaten him half to death.

"What's even more perplexing is that when that mysterious expert left, he also abducted Aunt Fei Luo..." Shui Ruo said, frowning.

Xiao Xuan's lips curled slightly, feeling his smile was enigmatic. He thought, "It's alright, it's alright. That mysterious expert is actually Grandpa Xiao Sheng!"

"To this day, Aunt Fei Luo's whereabouts remain unknown," Shui Ruo continued.

"What?" Xiao Xuan was shocked. "A'Luo... Aunt Fei Luo hasn't returned?"

"Yes, she hasn't come back since she was kidnapped," Shui Ruo said. "We're all guessing what that mysterious master's purpose was in kidnapping her."

Xiao Xuan was filled with doubt and suspicion. "A'Luo has been gone from the Misty Forest for more than half a month. Why hasn't she returned to reunite with Master? She gave me her inner core, which greatly diminished her power. Could she have encountered some danger?"

"Didn't you go looking for her?" Xiao Xuan became anxious.

"We did. Fang Shaolin also sent many people to search, but there were no results," Shui Ruo said. "Sixth Uncle has sent a message back to Phoenix Cliff to report to the Sect Master. I think the people in the sect will search everywhere."

"Where could she have gone?" Xiao Xuan couldn't stay in bed any longer and wanted to get up immediately to find Fei Luo, but he had no idea where to look.

Just then, several roosters crowed in the distance. The two of them looked up together. The spring night was too short. They saw the window slightly white and realized that it was already dawn.

Shui Ruo suddenly panicked and said to Xiao Xuan, "Sixth Uncle is here too, you... hurry up and leave."

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with reluctance.

"Hurry up, Sixth Uncle will catch you!" Shui Ruo urged again, her face full of anxiety.

Xiao Xuan sighed softly and had no choice but to get out of the warm bed and slowly put on his clothes.

Shui Ruo sat up beside him and helped him tidy his clothes and hair. She was a pampered princess, always spoiled and with a carefree personality, but at this moment she was unusually gentle. Her delicate fingers gently smoothed her lover's clothes inch by inch, and combed his hair strand by strand.

They remained silent, their eyes occasionally meeting, inseparable as if glued together.

"I'm leaving," Xiao Xuan said hesitantly, reluctantly stepping off the bed.

Shui Ruo suddenly hugged him tightly from behind, her face trembling against his back. After a moment of desperate resistance, she finally broke down in tears.

Xiao Xuan turned and hugged her tightly, his heart aching.

"Don't come here again during this time. Second Senior Sister said many people want to capture you, and they are all very powerful. She said even my father can't protect you..." Shui Ruo cried.

"Your father?" Xiao Xuan was taken aback.

"I wanted to go to Zhongzhou to find my father, but both Eldest Senior Sister and Second Senior Sister said it was no use..." Shui Ruo said.

Xiao Xuan immediately understood and was extremely grateful. He comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Shui Ruo looked up, her face covered in tears, and said, "Find a secluded place to hide for a while, and don't come out for the time being... Don't come out for the next few years..."

Xiao Xuan nodded, feeling extremely depressed. He had always been clear about right and wrong and hated evil, so how did he suddenly become a descendant of the Xuanhu, whom everyone wanted to kill?

"I know you like excitement, but this time you must wait until things are calm before... wait..." Shui Ruo suddenly choked up, realizing that "calm times" might not come for a long time, and tears streamed down her face again.

"Yes, I'll be careful." Xiao Xuan gazed at her intently, gently wiping away her tears with his fingers.

"Let's go. We've been traveling these past two days, and my master and uncle have all been getting up very early," Shui Ruo sobbed.

Xiao Xuan tossed his head, turned, and walked to the window. Just as he was about to leap out, he suddenly heard Shui Ruo call out from behind, "Wait!"

Xiao Xuan quickly turned around and saw the girl pick up her magic pouch from beside her pillow, rummaging through it. Then she put on her robe, got out of bed, and hurried over to him, handing him a package wrapped in a handkerchief. "Take this," she said. "

What is this?" Xiao Xuan took it, opened it, and saw several pieces of jewelry. They looked quite familiar, and he quickly recognized one of them—a dazzling gold openwork bracelet—as Shui Ruo's favorite, something she only wore during festivals.

"These were given to me by my mother and sisters-in-law every time I came home. I had many, but they were all left on the mountain. I only brought these few with me this time. You'll need money sooner or later while you're away alone. Take these and exchange them when you need them," Shui Ruo said.

"No, no need..." Xiao Xuan said, "I have money."

"Just take it!" Shui Ru glared at him, "How can your little bit of money be enough?"

Xiao Xuan insisted, "I'll earn more when I run out. I have hands and feet, can't I do anything about it? These are your favorite things, I can't..."

"If you push me again, I'll get angry! Use it if you need it, and if you don't need it, just... just keep it for me." Shui Ru's eyes suddenly reddened again, "If you miss me, take it out and look at it."

Xiao Xuan's eyes welled up with tears, so he carefully tied the handkerchief up, put it in his bosom and hid it carefully, then turned around and faced the window.

Shui Ru bit her cherry lips and looked at him, her hands hanging down in front of her stomach, silently and forcefully twisting and bending them, the pain making her heart ache, and tears quietly slid down her cheeks.

Xiao Xuan suddenly turned around, his face wet with tears, and hugged her and kissed her passionately. A deep

kiss.

A long kiss.

Stone steps, an old house, an empty alley.

The wind was cold and the dew was heavy, the small town in the early morning seemed particularly quiet and desolate.

The town was tiny, and Xiao Xuan wandered aimlessly until he reached its edge.

Ahead lay a narrow dirt road, flanked by low hills and thickets stretching endlessly to the horizon.

"This parting might be the last..." Xiao Xuan murmured, turning back to find the inn no longer in sight.

The sky darkened slightly, and he looked up to see large, rolling clouds obscuring the dawn.

"Is it going to rain...? Is even the heavens grieving for me?" Xiao Xuan sighed sadly in the wind. Suddenly, a thick dust storm erupted in the distance, engulfing the road and vegetation, rolling towards the town like a tidal wave. Xiao Xuan's heart skipped a beat: "What is that? Why is there such a strange phenomenon out of nowhere?" The dust storm approached rapidly, quickly reaching within tens of feet, where branches were broken,

trees snapped, and sand and stones flew everywhere—a truly terrifying sight. Accompanying this was a deafening chorus of wails and cries, a faint, continuous tide that sent chills down one's spine. Xiao Xuan, filled with doubt and uncertainty, leaped into the air and flashed behind a house. In the blink of an eye, the dust settled, followed by the sounds of tiles being torn off and windows shattering, then screams and cries of terror erupted, turning the once peaceful town into chaos in an instant. Xiao Xuan looked on in astonishment and saw countless shadowy figures wielding strange weapons dancing through the dust, rampaging through houses and alleys, killing anyone in their path. A nauseating, foul stench instantly filled the entire town. "Where did these demons come from?" Xiao Xuan, filled with shock and anger, hastily channeled his inner fire energy. Suddenly, the wooden door of the house opposite opened, and an old man with white hair poked his head out. Xiao Xuan swiftly moved forward, shoved him back into the house, and kicked the door shut. "You…you…" The old man, terrified, stumbled back several steps, collapsing to the ground, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. "Don't go out!" Xiao Xuan hissed, and seeing an old woman huddled on the bed inside, clutching a child, he trembled with fear.

Just then, a sharp "crack" rang out, the window shattered, and a shadow darted in through the window, lunging at the old woman and child on the bed.

Xiao Xuan gave a soft shout, and the Eight-Clawed Fiery Dragon Whip flew out of his sleeve like lightning, instantly enveloping the shadow.

The shadow let out a strange cry, its body leaping up, turning to pounce, a jagged, sickle-shaped blade slashing at its neck.

Xiao Xuan watched coldly, channeling his true energy into his palm, and the Fiery Dragon Whip suddenly spewed forth flames, completely enveloping the bound crimson shadow.

The shadow roared fiercely, leaping and darting wildly, trying to extinguish the flames on its body, but after struggling for only a moment, it collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Xuan withdrew his true energy and then saw clearly that what he had wrapped around was a humanoid monster missing half its head, its clothes tattered like fragments, its face covered with deep and long wounds, yet not a drop of blood seeped out, as horribly resembling a corpse crawling out of a pile of dead bodies.

Xiao Xuan felt nauseous, swung his arm, and threw the monster far away to the corner of the house.

The three people inside were terrified. The old man scrambled to the bedside and hugged the old woman and child tightly.

"Don't go out," Xiao Xuan said in a deep voice. He glanced outside and leaped out of the window.

The scene outside was horrific. Broken walls, shattered limbs, and pools of blood were everywhere. Xiao Xuan was furious. He moved and hid in the smoke and dust, and in a short while, he quietly dealt with several more monsters. He was horrified to find that none of them were intact. Some were missing noses and eyes, some had severed limbs, and some had their bellies ripped open. They were extremely gruesome.

"What kind of monsters are these? Why did they suddenly attack this town?" Xiao Xuan wondered. At this moment, it grew darker and darker. He looked up and saw that the sky was covered by large swaths of black clouds, which were rolling and surging towards one place like a raging torrent.

"Ah! Isn't that the inn where Master and the others are staying?" Xiao Xuan suddenly realized, her heart filled with alarm, and she hurriedly rushed towards the inn.

Dark clouds slowly descended from the sky, seemingly pressing down on her head, making her feel suffocated.

Seeing that the monsters ahead were becoming increasingly numerous, Xiao Xuan did not want to linger any longer. In a flash, she formed a hand seal, using the shape-borrowing technique secretly taught to her by Fei Luo. She lunged forward, instantly transforming into a gray cat, leaping onto the roof of a nearby building, and then leaping over the monsters one after another.

The inn came into view when suddenly a thunderous shout came from the sky: "Hey! Listen up below, hand over Xuanhu immediately, or you may be spared!"

"They're coming for me again!" Xiao Xuan was shocked and angry, but then she heard a sharp reply from the ground: "What kind of evil dares to disturb the peace of the world!" It was Yi Xunyan's voice.

Looking up, Xiao Xuan saw several people standing on the eaves of the inn. He immediately recognized the familiar figures of Cui Caiting and several senior sisters, and his heart pounded with anxiety: "Oh no! Master and the others are trapped!" "

I am the Grand Marshal of the Seven Absolute Realms, ordered by my lord to capture Xuanhu. This place is now heavily surrounded. Do not make any futile struggles!" a voice shouted from the air.

"It's the Seven Evil Realms again!" Xiao Xuan's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt a surge of anger. "To capture me, they actually killed innocent people indiscriminately! This town is probably going to be destroyed..." "

Shut up!" Yi Xunyan shouted sharply. "Even if the evil fox is here, it should be decided by our sect. How can we let you filthy people do whatever you want!"

Xiao Xuan was in pain and angry, and suddenly a lot of questions arose. "Strange! I arrived here last night, and even my master and the others didn't know. How did the people from the Seven Evil Realms find this place?"

He touched his abdomen, wondering. "Yan Huanluo was tied up properly, and it wasn't removed last night..."

"You're courting death!" A thunderous shout suddenly rang out in the air. "Take them all down!"

The area around the inn immediately became abuzz. Countless mutilated monsters rushed up, and large chunks of black clouds descended from above. Hundreds of masked warriors wielding long weapons leaped out of the clouds, roaring angrily as they pounced down with murderous intent.

Cui Caiting took the Dream-Entering Sword from Zhaixia, and the others drew their weapons. A flurry of light and shadow erupted as the two sides clashed, making the inn's rooftop exceptionally crowded. Yi

Xunyan flicked his sleeve, his energy tearing four or five monsters that had lunged at him into countless pieces.

Xiao Xuan, who had already reached the opposite rooftop, was startled and abruptly stopped.

Yi Xunyan glanced at the women, noticing their flustered movements. His figure blurred as he circled the rooftop, causing monsters to flee in terror. He shouted, "There are many enemies! Each of you face one side, defend yourselves!"

The women, each with exceptional skills, regained their footing and formed a circle around the center.

Just then, armored soldiers swooped down from the sky. The women were about to engage in skirmishes when Yi Xunyan leaped into the air. With a flick of her sleeves, a series of loud bangs echoed as more than ten armored soldiers plummeted to the ground.

"I'll handle the ones above, you all watch your surroundings!" Yi Xunyan shouted, her movements as swift as clouds and mist in the air, sending several more approaching soldiers flying. Her true energy scattered shattered armor and broken weapons across the sky.

"Sixth Senior Uncle is indeed powerful, his attacks are ruthless..." Xiao Xuan watched in terror, his fear of Yi Xunyan growing even stronger.

A large number of creatures surged forward again, attacking the women from all sides.

Xia Xiaowan, wielding a short hammer, struck here and there, managing to repel several enemies before becoming somewhat exhausted. Martial arts were not her forte, and she hadn't fully recovered from last night's drunkenness. She tried to summon the earth spirit for help, reaching for the earth spirit flute at her waist, but a moment's distraction allowed a sharp spear to break through her defenses and strike her neck with lightning speed.

"Ah!" Xia Xiaowan exclaimed in surprise, suddenly seeing a burst of golden light beside her, cleaving the monster that was about to pierce her in two, man and spear in the process.

"What happened?" Xue Han frowned and whispered, her slender arm twisting, and the huge light shield conjured by the Golden Shield slashed out diagonally, splitting another crimson shadow several feet away in two.

Xiaowan broke out in a cold sweat, her voice trembling, "These monsters are so fast!" She picked up the Earth Spirit Flute and began to play it, and suddenly the stone street in front of the inn arched, and one after another, strangely thick earth spirits, each over ten feet tall, crawled out of the overturned soil, immediately attracting the large group of monsters around.

Xue Han stood guard beside her, protecting her.

Xiaowan continued to play, and the number of earth spirits finally reached the limit of her summoning ability. The eight earth spirits, with their extremely strong defense and power, relieved a lot of pressure on the girls.

Because Yi Xunyan was there, Xiao Xuan could only suppress his desire to help, anxiously watching from the rooftop opposite the inn.

"Disgusting! Why are all these monsters missing noses, eyes, limbs, or arms?" Shui Ruo spat, secretly worried, "They're after Pighead again. I wonder if he's gone far enough?" "

These must be the infamous Seven Evil Armies of the Seven Evil Realms, the evil corpses. It's said they were created by refining people tortured to death with evil magic. They are extremely resentful and fierce, not only ferocious and swift, but also insensitive to pain and fear. They are incredibly difficult to deal with. Everyone, please be careful." Li Mengtang said solemnly.

"What are those masked evil spirits in the sky?" Zhaixia looked at the sky worriedly, "There are so many!" "

Those are also part of the Seven Evil Armies, known as Evil Armor. Their direct combat strength is even greater than that of the evil corpses." Li Mengtang said, her clothes fluttering as she stood on the eaves, holding a bow in her left hand and drawing the string in her right. Every time her fingers released the bow, a flash of blue lightning appeared, and monsters, near or far, would fall to the ground.

Xiao Xuan watched, his heart pounding. He thought, "Of the four senior sisters, the eldest sister is the most decisive in her attacks, but in terms of elegance and beauty, the second sister is undoubtedly the best."

His gaze shifted to Cui Caiting. He noticed her sword was still sheathed, her movements were subtle, her gestures simple and casual, yet she could invincible within three steps.

Xiao Xuan stared blankly, a strange feeling suddenly rising within him: "Master's attacks are unremarkable, yet why do they seem so beautiful? Why have I never noticed this before…?"

Yi Xunyan swept through the air like a whirlwind, shattering nearly half of the hundreds of evil armored soldiers in the air in a matter of moments. Suddenly, a furious roar echoed through the sky, its power overwhelming the surrounding armored warriors. Five ferocious-looking demon generals leaped down from the black clouds, one wielding a long-handled broadsword, one a giant mace with wolf fangs, one a giant axe with embroidered patterns, one a six-sided double mace, and one a meteor hammer. All were clad in heavy armor and surrounded him.

Yi Xunyan suddenly felt the pressure increase exponentially, and despite several consecutive attacks, he failed to break through even one of them.

The five generals coordinated their attacks and defenses, subtly forming a battle formation, each of their combat power multiplying.

A general suddenly roared with a sinister laugh, "We are the five vanguard generals under the Grand Marshal: Wrath, Anger, Resentment, Annoyance, and Resentment. We have taken countless enemy heads. You stubborn fool, why don't you surrender now!" Yi

Xunyan's face turned cold, and a sharp glint suddenly appeared in his eyes. With a flick of his sleeve, invisible, immense forces shot out from the air, pressing down on the five generals like a tidal wave.

The five generals were thrown about, all startled, yet they fought with extraordinary ferocity, not retreating an inch, but instead unleashing their full power to fight back.

Higher in the sky, on a huge black cloud, dozens of figures of varying sizes, heights, and even strange shapes stood silently.

At the very front of these figures was a strange carriage, its body carved with intricate and enigmatic patterns. Some resembled eyes, some ears, some noses, some tongues, and others appeared to be internal organs. The carriage's interior was lavishly decorated with brocade and embroidery, creating a stark contrast with its exterior.

Inside the palanquin, a hunched-over man with disheveled hair sat with his head bowed, seemingly exhausted and dozing.

On either side of him stood two women, both stunningly beautiful. The one on the left, with her delicate eyebrows, smoky eyes, wasp waist, and shapely hips, was none other than Qi Ji; the one on the right, alluring and charming, possessed an extremely seductive appearance, but her identity remained unknown.

Apart from the man in the palanquin, everyone else watched the battle below. Near the palanquin, an elderly man in purple robes leaning on a staff nodded and said, "As expected of the Lone Smoke from Beyond the Heavens who subdued the demon kings of the forty-nine caves; even the Five Vanguards were no match for him."

Qi Ji then said, "This scoundrel's techniques are extremely dangerous. Last time, I fought him for less than ten rounds before my true energy was immediately depleted."

"Oh?" the seductive beauty on the other side said, "So despicable? Then we must kill this scoundrel today—no, no, capture him alive and let my sister vent her anger!"

Qi Ji, however, remained indifferent and did not respond.

The purple-robed elder nodded and said, "Some of the Xuan Sect's techniques really shouldn't remain in this world."

"I wonder if that White-browed Black Rat is also here?" Qi Ji frowned and asked.

"Madam, don't worry. Our realm's experts have all come out this time. If he's here, we'll deal with him as well," the purple-robed elder said calmly.

"Although these two are only at the level of Loose Immortals, their cultivation is comparable to the Taiyi realm. We must not underestimate them," Qi Ji said, then suddenly asked, "Why hasn't my mother arrived yet?"

"The High Priest has arrived and is within a hundred miles," the purple-robed elder smiled.

"Is the little fox here or not?" The person in the carriage suddenly spoke, slowly raising his head to reveal a sickly, pale face. It was none other than the current Supreme Lord of the Seven Absolutes Realm, the Little Demon Lord.

Immediately, a man rushed out from behind the carriage, scrambling to its front and trembling as he said, "Your Majesty, I would never dare to speak nonsense! That little fox is definitely here."

The man's hair was disheveled, his chin covered in sparse stubble, and he looked incredibly haggard and disheveled—it was none other than He Tianpeng.

The Little Demon Lord stared at him coldly; his eyes and cheeks were even more sunken than they had been half a month ago, his skin loose, and wrinkles were faintly visible on his forehead and around his eyes, making him appear much older.

He Tianpeng felt a chill run through him and hurriedly added, "The method of tracking the Deer-like creature is a family secret technique; there's absolutely no way I could be wrong."

"Then, where is he?" the Little Demon Lord asked weakly, his

breath coming in short gasps. "Young Master, don't worry, your health is important." The alluring fox-like beauty quickly bent down and gently massaged his chest.

Qi Ji frowned slightly, giving a subtle, cold smile, remaining motionless.

He Tianpeng said tremblingly, "She must have been hidden. Those people below are all from the Xuan Sect. That white-haired woman is the little fox's master. As long as we capture her and interrogate her, the truth will come out."

The purple-robed old man suddenly said, "In no time, the Five Wrath Generals will be defeated." "

Find the little fox for me quickly!" The Little Demon Lord suddenly roared, which resulted in a frightening gasp, as if he was about to die at any moment, and his face was pale and ugly.

A commotion immediately arose around him. The alluring beauty hurriedly massaged his chest, then said coquettishly to the side, "Young Master is so anxious, Elder Bu, Elder Yin, please think of a solution quickly!"

The purple-robed elder said, "Young Master, rest assured, I will immediately dispatch men to assist Nu Tian. If Xuan Hu is here, he will not be able to escape even if he has wings."

Suddenly, a gray-clad man stepped out from the crowd, his eyes bloodshot. He bowed slightly to the purple-robed elder and said, "Elder Bu, this subordinate is willing to deal with that Lone Smoke from Beyond the Heavens."

The Seven Absolutes Realm was filled with powerful figures, among whom, besides the six elders, there were four priests and seven generals.

This person was none other than General Ao Tian, one of the seven generals, who was renowned for his "Absolute Pride," one of the seven unique evil techniques of the Seven Absolutes Realm, and his Seven Fiend Whip Corpse Pestle.

The purple-robed elder was Bu Musi, the head elder among the six elders, who had experienced countless tribulations and whose cultivation was comparable to that of a Taiyi Daluo.

Elder Bu smiled and said, "General Ling, I think it would be better to send someone else."

Ling Aotian's expression hardened, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

Elder Bu said, "I've heard that the Evil-Repelling True Qi cultivated by this Lone Smoke from Beyond the Heavens is a great technique of the Xuan Sect, specifically designed to counter unorthodox Taoist arts. Your Arrogance is cultivated by gathering the malevolent energy of heaven and earth, which is probably exactly what he's looking for."

Ling Aotian's red eyes suddenly widened, a sharp glint flashing across them, and he said coldly, "Oh, then I, Ling Aotian, must go and meet him to prove that the Grand Elder's words are true." As soon as he finished speaking, his feet suddenly sank, and he disappeared from the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Elder Bu shook his head, sighed, and softly called out, "Priest Wu."

A man in white robes stepped out from the crowd, his head full of silver hair, with large swaths falling down in front, almost obscuring his entire face.

"General Ling is likely no match for the Lone Smoke from Beyond the Heavens. We request the High Priest's assistance," Elder Bu said.

The silver-haired man nodded slightly, reaching forward. Instantly, ripples appeared in the air, and a seven-stringed zither, seemingly sculpted from ice, materialized out of thin air.

"High Priest, do not be careless. The true energy of this Lone Smoke from Beyond the Heavens ranks among the top three in the Xuan Sect. It cannot be obtained without reaching the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm," Elder Bu added.

The silver-haired man remained silent, holding the zither to his chest. His feet began to slowly sink until he disappeared into the clouds.

Elder Bu looked down and saw Li Mengtang, dressed in a green robe, firing arrows in rapid succession, sending the evil corpse soldiers flying. She stood out among the beauties.

"Devouring Heaven," Elder Bu suddenly called out again.

"Here." A deep, booming voice responded, and a colossal monster, the size of a small mountain, emerged from the crowd. It had beady eyes, a lion's nose, a gaping maw, and an entirely indigo body. A chillingly long, bladed claw sheath adorned its left wrist. Its bare upper body was muscular and bulging, and its chest and abdomen were tattooed with a colorful, ferocious beast—the ancient mythical beast, the Taotie.

"You go too," Elder Bu said, squinting. "Eat that little girl with the bow."

"Huh…" The monster gaped its blood-red maw, gazing downwards. Saliva overflowed from its terrifying teeth, dripping down its chin and soaking its chest and abdomen.

"Watch out for her bow," Elder Bu added.

"Howl!" The monster let out a deafening roar, its massive body suddenly rising from the clouds, leaping a great distance with astonishing speed, disappearing into a cluster of dark clouds higher above. Chapter

Three: The Seven Demon Generals

Yi Xunyan fought five opponents alone, yet maintained a firm advantage. His sleeves billowed, his speed decreasing, and the five enemy generals' movements involuntarily slowed as well, as if they were sinking into an invisible quagmire.

On the surface, the five angry generals remained menacing, but inwardly they were all secretly shocked.

They had all cultivated one of the seven unique evil arts of the Seven Absolute Realms—the Absolute of Wrath—and had all reached the fourth level. Not only could they greatly enhance their combat power with "rage," but they could also use "rage" to dispel pain and fear, entering a berserk and powerful state. However, at this moment, all of this was useless. Their several-fold increase in combat power vanished like a stone thrown into the sea, and their fearless will began to waver. A terrifying thought of imminent destruction rose uncontrollably in each of their hearts.

Even more deadly was that the tacit understanding they had honed through countless battles was rapidly collapsing, and their well-established formation was beginning to crumble.

"Get out of the way!" the angry general roared, his long-handled broadsword nearly striking the enraged general.

The angry general dodged in a flustered manner, only to be drenched in cold sweat. He roared, "What are you doing!"

"Who knows where you ran off to!" the angry general shouted. "Why aren't you following the directions?"

"Damn it, everything's a mess! Everything's a mess!" The angry general, wielding double maces, was furious. Several times he was about to attack when his vision was inexplicably blocked by his companions.

"I'll chop you down!" the annoyed general suddenly roared. He pushed his strength to the limit, raised his giant wolf-tooth mace, and slammed it down on Yi Xunyan's head. However, inexplicably, it struck the angry general on the head. The angry general quickly raised his Xuanhua giant axe to block it, but with a loud "clang," the two were thrown back, their arms feeling numb.

"Fuck your mother! Why are you all messing with me!" the angry general cursed.

The angry general beside him kept his eyes fixed on Yi Xunyan, watching him drift away like smoke from the angry general's side. With a flick of his wrist, the enemy's meteor hammer shot after him like a venomous dragon.

In that instant, the angry general suddenly saw a blur before his eyes, and the enemy's figure appeared right in front of him. He hastily raised his longsword to block, but his wrist tightened and went numb, and the longsword flew out of his hand. He saw the enemy's figure move to the side, and before he could understand what was happening, the meteor hammer that had come flying through the air struck his face. Instantly, his face was covered in blood, and as the world spun, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. Both of his arms were torn off.

The angry general was greatly alarmed and hastily retracted his chain hammer, only to see a fleeting afterimage. Yi Xunyan appeared as if following the hammer like a shadow, causing the general to be terrified. Just as he was about to strike with the other hammer on the chain to block the attack, the enemy was already in his arms. His dantian suddenly trembled, and all his internal energy instantly shut down.

Immediately afterward, a sharp pain shot through his shoulders, and his arms were torn from his body as if they were made of paper and mud. Yi Xunyan's figure solidified, and with a flick of her sleeves, two arms severed at the shoulders fell out, tumbling towards the ground.

The angry general roared and rolled through the air, while the furious general not far away, dragging his blood-splattered shoulders, fell limply headfirst from the sky.

The remaining three generals were terrified and could not understand what had just happened.

Xiao Xuan below was dumbfounded. Unlike the three generals, he clearly saw everything that happened in the air: Yi Xunyan's fluid escape from the pincer attack, followed by the seamless luring and attack, the seizure of troops... and finally, the severe injury to two demon generals.

He had fought Yi Xunyan twice before, losing inexplicably. He only knew that this senior master's cultivation was extremely high, but as to where and how high it was, it was all a mystery. Perhaps because of his recent rapid progress, this time he finally glimpsed the realm and level of Yi Xunyan's cultivation.

"Sixth Martial Uncle is so ruthless..." Xiao Xuan gasped, then thought, "I only knew his true energy was among the top three in the sect, but I never imagined his martial arts were so powerful... Ah! Legend has it that Wu Pianzhong is the number one martial artist in the sect, isn't that even above Sixth Martial Uncle? That's terrifying..."

Then, recalling the day he encountered Wu Pianzhong, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear: "Luckily, I had the Love-Sickness Talisman to escape. Next time I see E'yan, even if she makes fun of me, I'll still ask for a few more."

Yi Xunyan raised her eyes, her cold gaze falling on the three demon generals.

The three demon generals felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They were the ones who had always slaughtered others, but this enemy seemed even more ruthless and cruel than them.

Yi Xunyan's figure suddenly became ethereal again, and the three demon generals hurriedly defended themselves, each using the cold light of their weapons to completely envelop themselves as quickly as possible.

However, Yi Xunyan easily pierced their defenses. Two sleeves, brimming with terrifying destructive power, swung towards the back of the heads of the three demon generals, Anger and Resentment. At that moment, the pressure suddenly intensified, slowing Yi Xunyan's movements and causing the three demon generals to almost drop their weapons. Yi Xunyan's heart tightened. He decisively

abandoned offense and switched to defense, using his sleeves to block upwards. A muffled thud resounded, and he plummeted more than ten feet downwards. Looking up, he saw that his opponent had also been knocked back and flown higher into the sky.

"Is that all!" the man roared, his body sinking as he quickly descended again. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wielded a strangely shaped, multicolored giant pestle, its surface covered with dense patterns of fierce ghosts and demons. It was none other than General Ling Aotian. Yi Xunyan remained silent. He

gathered his true energy, and like a wisp of smoke, he floated upwards. The two clashed instantly, engaging in a fierce battle of dozens of rounds, neither gaining the upper hand.

"It's that red-eyed demon again!" Xiao Xuan immediately recognized him, still shaken and terrified from his defeat in just two moves last time.

"Hmph!" Ling Aotian roared, unleashing his evil power. A vast expanse of eerie, malevolent energy emanated from his pestle, pressing down on Yi Xunyan with an overwhelming force. Yi

Xunyan felt a chill run down his spine and hurriedly divided his energy to resist, forcing him back several steps.

"Not good, Sixth Uncle seems to be struggling to hold on!" Xiao Xuan watched anxiously.

"Heavenly Lone Smoke, show me your true skills and let me see your Evil-Repelling True Qi!" Ling Aotian shouted fiercely, swiftly raising his Arrogant Absolute power, swinging his demon pestle like thunderbolts at his enemy.

Although Yi Xunyan was a rogue immortal, his cultivation was already close to the Taiyi realm. He had already sensed that there were still many powerful enemies in Zhaoyun, so he had secretly held back his strength. However, seeing that the enemy before him was already so powerful, he felt secretly anxious. After fighting for a while, he felt that he could not use his moves. Suddenly, he shouted, "Ignorant and filthy, I will let you see the Demon-Slaying Divine Power of my sect!"

He took a deep breath, spun his sleeves inward, and suddenly shot them outward. A roar like a dragon's cry was heard, and a huge, faint white gas spewed out, which actually had scales, whiskers, and claws, just like a flying dragon.

Ling Aotian's red eyes widened, and he suddenly felt fear. He unconsciously retreated, but the gas dragon was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him. He could only block it with his bare hands. Suddenly, his skin and hair stood on end, his internal organs shifted, and his whole body felt strangely uncomfortable.

"Again!" Yi Xunyan shouted. As he spun his sleeves, white gas gathered, and another white dragon slowly formed.

Ling Aotian sensed something was wrong and quickly circulated his true energy throughout his body. He suddenly realized his true essence was depleted, and that years of effort had likely vanished. This shock was immense. Then, he saw the qi dragon roar and pounce, and hastily dodged to the side. But the qi dragon twisted in mid-air, following him precisely, and struck him again in an instant. Blood spurted from his mouth from where his chest and abdomen had gone numb.

"How dare you destroy my true essence! I will tear you to pieces and smash you into mincemeat!" Ling Aotian staggered back, his furious roar echoing through the sky.

Yi Xunyan stared coldly at him, a third qi dragon faintly appearing between her sleeves.

"What kind of divine power is this?" Xiao Xuan below gaped, his mouth agape: He turned the tide in an instant!

The beauties on the roof of the inn were also drawn up by the dragon's roar above. Xue Han stared at the sky, hesitatingly saying, "Could this be..." Li Mengtang next to her nodded and said, "

It's Dragon Qi, it must be the ultimate divine power of the Evil-Repelling True Qi, Dragon Qi."

Suddenly, a loud "crash" was heard, and dust and rubble flew everywhere from the eaves, causing the beauties to lose their balance.

"Watch your step!" Cui Caiting shouted, and she was the first to fly up.

The other women leaped up hastily, but Li Mengtang felt a sudden tightness in her ankle, as if she were being dragged downwards by a tremendous force. Reacting swiftly, she drew several bows amidst the dizzying spin, firing them in all directions. A fierce howl erupted as she was struck, sending her flying and crashing heavily into something hard.

Her body felt like it was about to shatter, yet she still gripped the wooden bow tightly. As she staggered to her feet from the rubble, a gigantic shadow flashed from the dust, its pillar-like leg rising to deliver a thunderous kick to her abdomen.

The kick was incredibly heavy and powerful, the force downwards causing Li Mengtang to shudder and collapse silently to the ground.

Just as the giant shadow was about to strike, a burst of golden light erupted from above, and the monster roared in fury, its fists flying upwards in a flash, unleashing hundreds of lightning-fast blows.

Xuehan sprang from the collapsed area, landing with a somersault on the crumbling eaves, her slender arm, draped with the Golden Shield, trembling uncontrollably.

"What was that?" Cui Caiting tapped the Dream-Entering Void a few times, and several evil corpses that had been lunging at Xuehan were instantly sent flying, plummeting to the ground below.

"A...a giant monster...extremely strong...the Golden Shield doesn't seem to be able to hurt it..." Xuehan gasped, suddenly collapsing and coughing up blood.

Xiao Xuan, unaware of what had happened at the inn, saw that Li Mengtang seemed to be missing from the dust and panicked. He disregarded everything else and leaped from the rooftop.

Shui Ruo rushed to Xuehan's side, her voice trembling, "How is Second Senior Sister?" Xuehan

shook her head: "I don't know, I haven't seen her..."

Shui Ruo's face was ashen. She and Li Mengtang were very close; whenever she felt wronged or unhappy, she would confide in this most caring senior sister. Now, in her anxiety, she was about to jump down to save her.

Cui Caiting swiftly arrived, grabbing her and whispering, "Don't move, you stay here, I'm going down."

A shadow flashed before their eyes, and they heard a low shout, "Too many enemies, let's go!"

The newcomer was Yi Xunyan. Seeing the sudden change in the situation below, he had abandoned his pursuit of Ling Aotian and flown back to provide support.

Cui Caiting shook her head, drawing her Dream-Entering Sword with a clang.

"Go quickly! Use Dream-Entering Sword! They still have experts!" Yi Xunyan raised his voice slightly.

"Tang'er is down there!" Cui Caiting cried.

"I'll go rescue her! I promise to return her to you!" Yi Xunyan immediately said.

Cui Caiting stared at him.

Yi Xunyan smiled, a hint of loneliness creeping onto his thin face.

"Senior Brother..." Cui Caiting called softly, suddenly noticing a few gray hairs at his temples.

"Let's go." Yi Xunyan looked up, his face grave as he gazed at a massive, lowering black cloud on the horizon.

Cui Caiting glanced at the sky, seemingly making a decision. She immediately chanted an incantation and threw the Dream-Entering Illumination into the air. Instantly, a brilliant light shone, and the Dream-Entering Illumination rapidly grew larger, reaching the size of a boat in a short time…

At this moment, Xiao Xuan, transformed into a wildcat, slipped away from the attacking evil corpse monsters and quietly entered the inn. Seeing large sections of the inn collapsed, filled with broken beams, rubble, and pervasive dust, he didn't know where to go. Suddenly, he heard a series of strange laughs ahead and hurriedly followed the sound.

In the dim light, a giant monster bent down, grabbed and coiled Li Mengtang's hair, who was clutching her stomach, and brought it to its nose to sniff.

Half-conscious, Li Mengtang felt a sharp pain in her head, then smelled a strong, foul stench. She shuddered, groggily opening her eyes, and was instantly terrified. Right in front of her was an incredibly hideous and grotesque giant face.

"Huh... I smell spiritual energy..." the giant monster grumbled, a foul-smelling saliva constantly dripping from the corners of its mouth.

Li Mengtang trembled all over. She was born with a photographic memory, and because of her participation in compiling the "Zhou Tian Zhu Ling Bang" (List of Spirits of the Heavens), she had access to a vast amount of information collected by the Heavenly Dao Pavilion over thousands of years. Her breadth of knowledge ranked among the top ten in the world. The giant monster's gaping maw and indigo skin had already filled her with suspicion, but when she saw the Taotie (a mythical beast) tattooed on its chest and abdomen, she finally realized who the monster in front of her was, and she was so frightened that she almost fainted again.

It turned out that this monster was the Devouring Heaven General, one of the Seven Great Generals of the Seven Absolute Realms. Not only did he have a body of copper and iron and the strength to uproot mountains, but what was most terrifying was his huge mouth full of sharp teeth, which was said to be able to tear apart gold and iron, and had devoured countless immortals and demons.

"Such abundant spiritual energy... it must be a very delicious little thing..." the Devouring Heaven General licked his lips.

Startled, Xiao Xuan quickly withdrew his mystic power and reverted to human form. Just as he was about to leap out, a deep shout rang out: "Put her down!"

The Devouring Heaven General whirled around, glaring fiercely at the source of the voice.

Yi Xunyan's figure slowly emerged from the dust, her gaze as cold as a blade.

Xiao Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily retreated, concealing himself in the shadows.

"Seeking death!" the Devouring Heaven General roared, tossing the girl aside and charging forward with the force of thunder.

Dust and sand flew everywhere, and large beams occasionally flew up, creating a terrifying spectacle.

"I wonder if Sixth Uncle can handle this monster?" Xiao Xuan wondered anxiously, but he still couldn't see the battle clearly.

A loud roar suddenly erupted, and a massive white mist appeared, churning and surging through the dust like a dragon or python. A deafening roar followed, and the Devouring Heaven General stumbled out of the dust, smashing a nearly half-collapsed wall to pieces.

The thick white mist vanished in a flash, and Yi Xunyan emerged from the dust, still airborne, with another dragon of energy slowly moving between her sleeves.

The Devouring Heaven General's beady eyes widened, and it roared angrily. The patterns etched on its chest and abdomen suddenly became vivid, and then a clear, illusory image appeared above it—a colossal creature resembling a gluttonous beast, growling softly, as if it might pounce and devour someone at any moment.

"The Devouring Heaven and Earth Great Technique," Yi Xunyan's gaze grew colder, and she said coldly, "So it's this evil technique. No wonder it keeps eating people!"

"How dare you damage my true essence! The Demon Clan will surely devour you today!" the Devouring Heaven General roared.

Yi Xunyan flicked her sleeves outwards, and the wandering qi dragon suddenly grew exponentially, lunging straight at the Devouring Heaven General.

The Devouring Heaven General straightened his chest and thrust out, the Taotie on top of him also slamming out fiercely, the force of which even lifted a huge, leaning beam into the air, smashing down several crumbling walls.

Then, with a deafening roar, the qi dragon and the Taotie clashed amidst the violent tremor. The Taotie lunged forward for more than ten feet, its form suddenly shattering into pieces, becoming several streaks of blue light before reaching Yi Xunyan. Even so, Yi Xunyan's robes were torn in several places.

The qi dragon, however, only lost a portion of its length and continued its unstoppable momentum forward. The Devouring Heaven General, attacking with all his might, was momentarily stunned and instantly struck by the qi dragon. His massive body was slammed off the ground and crashed into a pile of rubble. Yi Xunyan

glanced at the body, and a sudden murderous aura appeared on her face. She swept her sleeves inward, and a dragon of energy several feet away instantly spun rapidly in the air, like a tornado burrowing into the rubble, turning everything in its path to dust.

The Devouring Heaven General staggered to his feet from the rubble, his blood churning. Before he could recover, he suddenly saw the dragon of energy swooping down from above, and his soul nearly left his body.

In that split second, Yi Xunyan seemed to hear a melody. Almost simultaneously, his heart felt as if it had been gently squeezed, and his entire body went numb, collapsing limply to the ground.

The dragon of energy that was about to strike the Devouring Heaven General slowed down, faded, then dissipated completely.

General Devourer felt relieved, but then he noticed a figure in the darkness. The figure was dressed in white with silver hair and was vaguely visible. He exclaimed with joy, "Thank you for your help, High Priest!"

The white-clad figure remained silent. A seven-stringed zither, resembling an ice sculpture, floated in front of him, and the figure was gently plucking the strings with both hands.

Yi Xunyan slowly sat cross-legged in the dust, his two simple movements carrying immense weight. Suddenly, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin and dripping onto his clothes.

"What happened?" Xiao Xuan, hiding in the shadows, exclaimed in surprise, "When did Sixth Uncle get injured?" "

How are you feeling? Our High Priest's zither music was quite beautiful, wasn't it?" The Devouring Heaven General sneered, stepping towards Yi Xunyan. Yi

Xunyan lowered his eyes, focusing on his nose, his mind, remaining motionless.

"Something seems amiss. Could there be something strange about that zither music..." Xiao Xuan looked at the man in white, seeing his silver hair obscuring his face, his long sleeves covering his hands, only a few fingers visible as he plucked the strings. The music was melodious, gentle, and subtle, nothing out of the ordinary except for its beauty. The Devouring Heaven

General approached step by step, now within a few feet of Yi Xunyan. Yi

Xunyan remained seated, eyes lowered, completely still.

His surface was calm as still water, but in reality, he was in grave danger. The music played by the white-robed man flowed into his ears like water, yet it seemed to resonate in his chest, like a thin thread binding his heart, pulling and tugging at it relentlessly.

Yi Xunyan had no choice but to fight back with all his might, his heart filled with shock and anger. The musician's skill was not only bizarre and unparalleled, but the timing of his attacks was also extremely precise and exquisite. He had not only seized upon the weakest moment in Yi Xunyan's defense, but the follow-up attacks were also relentless, keeping him locked in a tight grip from beginning to end, giving him no chance to counterattack or break free.

"What should we do? Sixth Uncle seems unable to move..." Xiao Xuan cried out anxiously.

"Die!" the Devouring Heaven General roared, his left arm, clad in sharp claws, swung out and stabbed towards Yi Xunyan's chest with lightning speed.

Yi Xunyan suddenly looked up and flicked his sleeve.

The Devouring Heaven General felt a tremendous force slap his chest, and his massive body was sent flying for the third time. However, this time he was not as disheveled as the previous two times. He actually rolled in mid-air and landed on the ground with a loud "boom".

Yi Xunyan groaned, struggling to stand up. Another energy dragon swam through her sleeve, but its image was faint and its edges trembled, as if it might disintegrate and vanish at any moment.

The man in white seemed somewhat surprised, his gestures changed, and the sound of his zither became low and suppressed.

Yi Xunyan's face was pale, and the energy dragon in her sleeve trembled even more violently, clearly indicating extreme strain.

"Bu Yu!" Xiao Xuan's mind raced: "Never mind, I'll help first. Sixth Uncle might not have time to capture me right now." He quickly gathered his True Qi of Li Huo, and suddenly a thought struck him. After a moment's hesitation, he resolutely reached for the Ruyi Pouch behind his waist...

The Devouring Heaven General stood frozen in place, enduring for a long time before finally spitting out a mouthful of blood mist, and couldn't help but fly into a rage: "The Demon Clan will definitely tear you to pieces!" He was about to pounce again. "

His technique counters yours. If you continue to be stubborn, you will only waste your True Qi." The man in white finally spoke, his voice as cold as ice.

The Devouring Heaven General suddenly realized something and abruptly stopped his charge.

"Leave this to me," the man in white said casually.

"Wu Shi?" Yi Xunyan suddenly asked.

The man in white did not answer.

"Is this the Nine Netherworld Lament that made Cao Jingxiu abandon Ban Juechen and Lan Caihe weep uncontrollably?" Yi Xunyan asked again.

"No," the man in white said slowly, "The Nine Netherworld Lament has been sealed away for many years; this is a new work."

"Oh." Yi Xunyan took a deep breath. This answer was tantamount to confirming his judgment.

It turned out that this person was Wu Shi, the Lament Demon, one of the four high priests of the Seven Realms. He was unparalleled in the world with his demonic zither and his demonic music. His reputation was no less than that of the Thousand-Armed Yuan Sheng. It was said that he once fought Cao Guojiu and Lan Caihe, two of the Eight Immortals. Some say the battle was undecided, while others say he won a great victory over the two immortals.

"May I ask the name of this piece?" Yi Xunyan asked with difficulty.

"It shares the same name as my zither, but only one character," Wu Shi said. "Hate."

The moment the word "Hate" was uttered, the zither's melody suddenly became long and drawn out, like an endless stream of water, like an unending stream of hatred. Yi Xunyan immediately sat back down, the dragon of energy in her sleeve finally dissipating.

The Devouring Heaven General, filled with rage, suddenly turned and walked towards Li Mengtang, who lay among the rubble.

"My darling," the Devouring Heaven General touched his abdomen, where a patch of moist, emerald-green flesh still clung, its edges jagged and irregular, stretching eerily far. He snarled, "You just shot me here, it hurts so much…"

Li Mengtang, pale-faced, looked at Yi Xunyan in panic.

But Yi Xunyan was focused on resisting Wu Shi's soul-stealing demonic sound and had no time to pay attention.

Li Mengtang's expression was sorrowful, her eyes growing increasingly dim.

"I need you to replenish me now… little thing, you cultivate the Purifying Elixir Method, don't you?" The Devouring Heaven General drew closer, his saliva dripping down his face.

Li Mengtang trembled slightly, her eyes snapped shut, and she grabbed the wooden bow, thrusting it forcefully towards her chest. But her momentum abruptly halted; the bow's tip stopped abruptly just inches from her heart.

She opened her eyes in surprise and saw a figure standing before her, a shield in his left arm, a chain wrapped around his right, and a mask covering his nose. The mask was the color of pale ink, with streaks of blue lightning occasionally flashing across it. Seven strangely shaped horns protruded from his forehead, and the bow's handle was firmly gripped by this person.

"You?" Li Mengtang immediately recognized the uninvited guest as the mysterious figure who had suddenly appeared during the Battle of Zeyang.

Yi Xunyan was nearby, and Xiao Xuan dared not speak, only gently pressing down the bow's tip against her heart.

"Hu! Who else has come to die?" The Devouring Heaven General roared, his massive body leaping forward like a mountain crashing down.

Xiao Xuan whirled around, his Soul-Slaying Shield lashing out with lightning speed from his left arm.

With a deafening roar, the Devouring General's two massive arms slammed into the shield. A searing pain shot through his skin, followed by a strange power coursing through his arms, exploding within him like thunder and fire.

Xiao Xuan growled, his voice hoarse and beast-like. With a flick of his right wrist, the Soul-Binding Chains shot out like lightning, striking the Devouring General squarely in the chest and abdomen with a resounding crack. The

Devouring General screamed, his body convulsing, and he plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily into the stunned Li Mengtang.

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