[Fantasy] Toothless Zombie (Complete) - 35

Episode 10: Ten Thousand Virtues

Synopsis

To defeat Dijiang, Lanling devises a plan to incite conflict between the Demon Alliance and cultivators of the Eastern Continent! Like the snipe and the clam fighting, the fisherman benefits; Lanling not only gains the upper hand but also discovers another astonishing story about the Divine Tomb Cauldron!

Jiang Chen's millennia-long scheme was all for one person! However, despite his meticulous planning, he failed to foresee that the seemingly insignificant toothless zombie would become the sole flaw in his plan! In the final showdown between the Zombie King and the toothless zombie, can Lanling once again turn the tide and win the hearts of all the women?

Chapter 1: Temptation

The demonic aura draws ever closer, the condensing clouds churn, and dense, fine lightning flashes within them.

Just as Lanling predicted, Dijiang has arrived.

Frankly, given Dijiang's status as a demon god, the appearance of the Heavenly Demon is nothing to fear. However, the other demons in the Demon Alliance are different. The appearance of the Heavenly Demon means a change of leadership in the alliance. A world cannot have two rulers; they are eagerly awaiting to see who will ultimately dominate them.

Will it be the current mysterious and powerful alliance leader or the Heavenly Demon?

Since the descent of the Heavenly Demon, the Demon Alliance has been in chaos, with some filled with excitement and anticipation, while others are filled with unease.

Under these circumstances, Dijiang can no longer afford to remain passive, or her prestige, built up over countless years, will slowly vanish.

Dijiang is not afraid of the Heavenly Demon; she awaits its arrival to weigh whether she, the demon god, or the descending Heavenly Demon is more powerful.

However, her waiting is seen as cowardice by many demons in the Demon Alliance. A rumor even circulates within the alliance that infuriates Dijiang: "It seems the Alliance Leader is afraid of the Heavenly Demon. What's coming will come eventually. When the Heavenly Demon comes knocking, he'll probably flee at the mere sight of it..."

The dignity of a demon god cannot be desecrated in any way!

Moreover, Dijiang does not want to lose her position as Alliance Leader. In this world, the Demon Alliance is her foundation. Although she doesn't fully understand Jiang Chen's true intentions, she is certain that Jiang Chen harbors a significant conspiracy. If Jiang Chen makes any move, Dijiang will spare no effort to stop him.

Dijiang understood that with only a wisp of her divine soul remaining within the Divine Tomb Cauldron, her strength was likely no match for Jiang Chen. The Demon Alliance could obviously provide her with significant assistance.

Although the demons in the Demon Alliance were weaker than Jiang Chen and herself, as the saying goes, "many ants can kill an elephant," and "even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake." In this world, Dijiang had clearly already achieved the status of a "local snake."

To test the mysterious leader's intentions, the demons in the Demon Alliance, without Dijiang's command, had already scattered, using various methods to locate the Heavenly Demon.

Just as they were killing the mutated werewolves in the dungeon, Foxie inadvertently released a trace of the Heavenly Demon's aura, which these diligently searching demons immediately detected.

Lanling estimated that it would take at least half an hour for the demons to arrive and see through the castle's invisible protective shield. What should he do during this half hour?

"Damn it, let it all be chaotic, I'll be the fisherman who profits from this mess!"

Lanling's expression turned cold, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Meiniang,"

Lanling called out, turning his head.

Meiniang had also sensed the powerful demonic energy and made an excuse to leave the room. She happened to be standing not far behind Lanling when she heard his call and quickly moved closer to him.

"Go and warn those True Martial Artists and Cultivators who like to exorcise demons that the Demon Alliance is here... Heh..."

Lanling said with a cold laugh.

Meiniang paused, then nodded. Fox demons are inherently cunning and skilled in strategy. Hearing Lanling's order, she quickly devised a plan.

"Go,"

Lanling said, waving his hand.

In a flash of smoke, Meiniang had vanished.

In the Westin Hotel in the British capital.

Although Su Jianghe had already warned everyone to stay in their rooms and not wander around, his words had a restraining effect on True Martial Artists but little on Cultivators.

The older cultivators were alright; they understood the seriousness of the situation. Having chosen to cooperate with the True Martial Artists, they were obligated to act accordingly, and thus cooperated fully in everything.

However, the younger elite cultivators ignored Su Jianghe's words. For years, cultivators had held True Martial Artists in contempt, and the young people, influenced by this, were inherently arrogant and disrespectful, naturally even less likely to submit to Su Jianghe. They even harbored resentment towards their elders who ordered them to obey Su Jianghe.

Young people naturally have a playful nature, and having cultivated deep in the mountains for so long, they had longed for the outside world's allure. Now, finally having the opportunity—not only leaving the monotonous mountains but also arriving in the world's most prosperous capital, the British Empire—how could they possibly control themselves?

Without a guide, they couldn't stray too far from the hotel, but this didn't dampen their spirits. They sneaked out of their rooms in groups of three or two, wandering the hotel lobby and surrounding area, looking around with curiosity. Everything seemed new and exciting, especially the blonde, blue-eyed, voluptuous women from other cultures, which made these hot-blooded young men's blood boil.

At the hotel entrance, three burly young men sat at a roadside music cafe, their eyes glued to the beautiful women passing by. Even the empty drinks and the hollow sound of ice cubes hitting the glass didn't distract them.

These three were disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect in the cultivation world. It was said that thousands of years ago, the Myriad Swords Sect was one of the three major sects in the cultivation world, but now it had fallen into an insignificant sect. Their sect elders had sent these three young men, the most powerful among them, to participate in this operation, hoping to make the cultivation world take notice of the Myriad Swords Sect.

These three young disciples were indeed quite talented. In just a few years, their cultivation had surpassed that of some of their elders. While the effects of various spiritual herbs were partly due to this, their achievements were still remarkable.

Rationally, they had not disappointed their elders' expectations and were determined to revive the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Unfortunately, they were clearly spoiled by their elders within the sect. Even though Su Jianghe had repeatedly warned them, they were the first to leave their room without permission. Their negative example led to other sects' young disciples following suit without organization or discipline.

"Senior brother, why do all the women in the Western Continent look so tall and robust? They're nothing like the girls in the village."

The youngest junior brother's aesthetic sense clearly favored slender girls.

"What do you know? That's called sexy! Look, those big breasts and big butts."

The eldest senior brother glanced at the junior brother, clearly disgusted by his aesthetic sense.

"Yeah, those girls in the village are obviously malnourished. How can they compare to these sexy women?"

the second senior brother agreed.

"The women here are really open-minded, tsk tsk... those skirts are so short, you could see their underwear if they just stepped out of the way."

The eldest senior brother stared at a sexy woman in a miniskirt and swallowed hard.

"Wow, it looks like she's not wearing a bra, you can see her nipples."

the second senior brother exclaimed.

"What a pity, what a pity, we can't communicate, so we can't even strike up a conversation."

the eldest senior brother said with a regretful expression.

The youngest junior brother said, "Exactly, these are foreign women, not of our kind, what's there to see?"

"But...hehe..."

the second senior brother chuckled.

The eldest senior brother asked curiously, "Second junior brother, what are you laughing at?"

"Senior brother, I remember there's a magazine section in the hotel supermarket, tsk tsk...they sell photo albums there! I think I saw a disciple of the Qi Refining Sect buy one. I don't recognize the name, but the cover has a naked beauty on it, even prettier than the woman we just saw..." The second senior

brother said with a sly grin.

The eldest senior brother glared at him fiercely.

The second senior brother's heart skipped a beat. Had he said something wrong and displeased his senior brother?

"Junior brother, there's such a place, and you only just told me now! Where is it? Let's go buy one too!"

The eldest senior brother suddenly stood up and said.

"Let's wait a moment. When we came out, there were a few True Martial Artists buying things inside. We'll go after they leave,"

the second senior brother said hesitantly.

The eldest disciple scoffed and said, "Even if we're going to hide, it's only because we're afraid those elder cultivators will see us and tarnish the reputation of our Ten Thousand Swords Sect. As for True Martial Artists, what's there to be afraid of? They all act so important, especially that Su Jianghe, he's just so annoying! After this matter is over, I'm definitely going to have a good match with Su Jianghe!"

When it comes to women, everyone has different aesthetic standards, but when it comes to their dislike of True Martial Artists, there is clearly a consensus.

The youngest junior brother, still bearing a hint of naiveté, chimed in, "I'll find that big guy, the one who looks like a bear! Does he think being big means being strong? We'll teach him a lesson with the ultimate techniques of our Ten Thousand Swords Sect!"

The eldest brother smiled approvingly, saying, "That's right! Sooner or later they'll know the power of our Ten Thousand Swords Sect. As long as the three of us brothers work together, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will flourish and regain its former glory!"

The second senior brother, also roused to a frenzy, stood up and said, "No, it will be even more glorious than before!"

The three brothers laughed heartily, threw two crumpled banknotes on the table, and hurried across the street.

Unfortunately, their attempt to buy pornographic magazines didn't go smoothly. Just as they approached the hotel supermarket entrance, they saw several old men selecting items inside.

They didn't care about the True Martial Artists, but these old men were cultivators, and friends of their sect elders. If they bought those nude photo albums and these men saw them, they'd likely face a barrage of complaints.

After a moment's hesitation, the eldest brother waved and led his two junior brothers in a large circle to a sofa in a distant corner. He sat down, glancing at the group every now and then, secretly anxious.

"Why aren't they leaving? These old guys aren't buying anything, and they've been wandering around for so long,"

the second brother said, scratching his head.

"Wait a little longer, what's the rush? We have plenty of time,"

the eldest brother said, stretching comfortably on the sofa, his gaze casually sweeping around.

Suddenly

, his eyes froze, staring intently at the hotel not far away.

"Senior brother, how about we get a couple of drinks?"

the second brother suggested.

He didn't hear a reply, so he turned his head curiously and saw his senior brother staring blankly. Following his gaze, he too froze.

The junior apprentice then looked over, muttering in a daze, "Eastern women are still the prettiest. Who says Eastern women don't have big breasts and big butts..."

Not far away, Mei Niang, dressed in a dark blue hotel manager's suit, was slowly walking towards them. The suit was probably found in a hurry and was obviously not very suitable, being a bit too tight.

However, it didn't look bad on Mei Niang at all; on the contrary, it accentuated her curvaceous and sexy figure. Her full breasts, wide hips, slender waist, and shapely, long legs formed an alluring, perfect curve under the suit.

The white shirt inside the suit was unbuttoned up to the third button, and her two high breasts stretched the shirt so much that it seemed as if the fourth button could burst at any moment. With the swaying of her slender waist, the shirt changed slightly, and the glimpses of flesh were irresistible, making one want to bury their head in the shirt and suffocate in that alluring cleavage.

Such an outfit, combined with Mei Niang's sexy body and captivating charm, could be said to be fatally tempting to any man.

However, the situation seemed somewhat strange. None of the men within sight of Mei Niang seemed to notice this sexy beauty. Even those who glanced at her only gave her a fleeting look, not lingering on her. Her allure seemed to only affect these three disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Mei Niang slowly walked into the hotel lobby, her chosen targets being the three dazed men not far ahead.

Compared to the stiff-looking cultivators, these three, with their occasional flirtatious expressions, were clearly easier to seduce.

She had already suppressed her own seductive charm, focusing her allure on these three men, which was why others paid no attention to her, while these three were practically drooling. A fragrant breeze wafted over them. The three brothers were completely unprepared for this beauty to be coming towards them. Looking at the captivating smile before them, they felt as if they were in a dream. "Gentlemen, hello. May I ask if I have disturbed you?" Mei

Niang said with a smile, her alluring eyes fixed on the three men. *Gulp… * The eldest brother quickly swallowed, puffed out his chest, and said, “No, no, you didn’t disturb us.” “That’s good. The three gentlemen must exercise often, right? You have such great figures; men in the Western Continent rarely have such good physiques. Are you models?” Mei Niang said with a smile. Models? What do models do? The three brothers, who lived deep in the mountains, were clearly unfamiliar with this avant-garde profession. They paused, but understood that the beautiful woman was praising them, so they responded with silly grins. “Gentlemen, if I may ask, could you do me a small favor?” Mei Niang asked. “Help? What kind of favor?” the second brother asked instinctively. The eldest brother pinched the second brother hard and laughed, "Of course, no problem. We're men, it's only right for men to help women." Mei Niang said with delight, "That's wonderful! I knew I hadn't chosen the wrong people. I knew you'd be helpful people the moment I saw you." Then, Mei Niang's expression suddenly changed, filled with grievance, and she said, "The supervisor assigned me so many things to do, and now I even have to move some things! Look... my physique... those things are so heavy!" When Mei Niang spoke, her pitiful appearance could arouse any man's protective instincts. Not to mention moving things, even if the sky were to fall, he would unhesitatingly help her. "Where is it? We'll help you," the second brother said, not wanting to be outdone.

Mei Niang blinked quickly, glanced around, and said, "Keep your voice down. If you can help me, I'd be very grateful. But please promise me that when I leave, you'll follow me at a distance and don't let the other staff know. If they find out I asked a customer for help, they'll definitely report me to the supervisor and fire me... This job was hard-won for me."

"No problem! Damn it, these capitalists in the Western Continent are so ruthless. If I get the chance, I'll definitely teach your supervisor a lesson!"

the eldest brother said heroically.

Mei Niang looked at the eldest brother with admiration and said, "You're such a good person... I'm so honored to have met a gentleman like you."

That look and those words immediately made the eldest brother feel flattered, while the second and youngest brothers couldn't help but feel a little envious, thinking that they must be the first to help later and not let the eldest brother have all the credit.

Mei Niang's every turn was alluring. With a twist of her waist, her buttocks, tightly encased in her suit, formed a tempting, rounded curve. "Follow me from a distance,"

she said with a smile, beckoning with her slender, white fingers. That single gesture was incredibly alluring, seemingly bewitching the three men.

At that moment, all thoughts of photo albums and naked women were forgotten. Their eyes were fixed on Mei Niang's back, her shapely buttocks swaying gently, each movement sending shivers down their spines.

The hotel lobby was bustling with people, and no one noticed the three brothers.

Mei Niang's figure swayed in front of them, like a fiery rose, irresistible. The three brothers didn't even know where they were; they only knew they were following…following…

In the hotel's security room, several guards were slumped in a daze. The cameras were on, but the recording function was disabled. On the screen, a woman could be clearly seen walking around a corner and entering a room, followed by three Eastern men.

The three brothers entered the room, quite surprised. Hadn't the beautiful woman said she was going to help them move their things? But this was clearly a clean and tidy guest room, with nothing heavy to move as mentioned.

"Could you close the door?"

Mei Niang turned around, her expression alluring.

The room, the large bed, the alluring beauty, the three strange men… all put together, even a fool would sense the ambiguity.

The eldest brother felt a sudden jolt in his body, a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen, then spreading throughout his entire body, his lower body stirring with desire. Such temptation was far too strong for him, a virgin, almost causing him to have a nosebleed.

"What are you standing there for? Wouldn't it be better to close the door?"

Mei Niang chuckled, saying, "Actually… I don't have anything heavy to move. I just saw you three handsome men from the Eastern Continent. I wanted to get to know you and chat. I'm also from the Eastern Continent; I've been in the Western Continent for many years…"

The eldest brother secretly nudged his junior brother hard with his hand. The junior brother was startled, and when he looked at his eldest brother, he saw his eldest brother glaring at him, giving him a meaningful look.

The junior brother, quick-witted, hurriedly turned around and closed the door.

A sudden silence fell over the room, broken only by the heavy breathing of the three fellow disciples, an atmosphere thick with ambiguity...

Unbeknownst to them, the moment the door closed, a faint red mist rose from the corner of the floor, spreading along the walls until the entire room was shrouded in it. In the dim light and the atmosphere, who would notice such a thing?

"Handsome guys, don't be so reserved. Come on, sit closer to me."

Mei Niang sat on the bed, the pressure of the mattress seemingly emphasizing the curves of her hips and waist. Her plump, round buttocks, encased in her tight-fitting suit, resembled a steamed bun, making any man appear as if he hadn't eaten for days.

The three disciples suddenly became restrained. While they had been unrestrained in their speech, they couldn't shake their virginity, especially these three who had just come from the mountains. Faced with this unexpected romantic encounter, they were completely at a loss.

The eldest disciple felt he should set an example at this moment, otherwise it would tarnish the glorious image he had cultivated over the years. After hesitating for a moment, his face flushed, he coughed twice, and said in a feignedly generous manner, "Let's sit here and have a good chat with Miss."

With that, he plopped down next to Mei Niang, desire urging him to muster his courage. He realized that if he successfully lost his virginity this time, his two junior brothers would forever admire him.

"Yes, come and sit down, I really need your help with something,"

Mei Niang said with a smile.

"Just say what it is, we're all from the Eastern Continent, we'll help without hesitation if we can,"

the eldest disciple said, patting his chest.

"Can I borrow something from you?"

Mei Niang's eyes were alluring, her captivating gaze sweeping across the three of them, making their hearts race again.

Borrow something?

What did they have that a beautiful woman would lend them?

The eldest disciple subconsciously touched his pockets; the most valuable things he had were probably his sect's magical artifacts.

This delicate beauty wouldn't lend those things, besides, she had no idea he was a cultivator.

"I heard... you're cultivators?"

Mei Niang's sudden question startled her three fellow disciples, their eyes filled with suspicion and wariness as they looked at her.

Mei Niang smiled faintly and said to herself, "It's said that cultivators have abundant vital energy, making them ideal for demons to nourish themselves?"

"You... who exactly are you?!"

The three disciples finally realized the strangeness of the situation, abruptly standing up and looking at Mei Niang warily.

"Why are you so fierce? You were so confident you'd help me... I just want to borrow your vital energy, not much, just enough to take your lives..."

Mei Niang's beautiful face suddenly turned cold, a bloodthirsty light appearing in her eyes.

"Haha... three idiots!"

Mei Niang's body levitated, her fox tail revealed, and the room suddenly became chilling.

"So it's a demon! Brothers, let's exterminate it!"

the eldest brother shouted in a deep voice. In his eyes, they were already among the best in the entire cultivation world, even looking down on other sects, let alone a lowly demon before them.

"You choose the path to heaven but not the path to hell, you cultivators? Ha! Let me tell you, our Demon Alliance has arrived in the Western Continent tonight, ready to wipe you all out."

Mei Niang's ten fingers flicked out sharp nails, her arms waving as if tearing through the air, making a hissing sound.

"Exterminate the demon!"

the eldest brother shouted without further ado, a burst of golden light erupting from his body, three golden flying swords appearing above his head, eager to shoot at Mei Niang.

"You've already reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so young, it's truly remarkable. It's a pity... you've met me."

Mei Niang smiled sinisterly, her sharp fingers moving as if playing a zither.

The zombie aura that had been laid out on the walls suddenly surged, spreading out from the roof, walls, and floor like a giant net.

A flash of red light appeared, and the three brothers, seeing only a blur of red before their eyes, quickly steered their flying swords towards the source of the red light.

Hiss…

As expected of a Nascent Soul stage expert, his flying sword, a treasure of the Myriad Swords Sect, actually managed to carve a crack in the zombie's aura.

"A mere trick, prepare to die!"

The eldest brother, emboldened by his success, spurred his flying sword towards Mei Niang.

Mei Niang chuckled, remaining completely still in the face of the flying sword.

"Not good!"

the eldest brother cried out, instinctively sensing danger.

Unfortunately, it was too late…

They felt a chill on their feet; a cold aura rose from the ground, breaching their protective true energy and entering their bodies.

This cold aura was highly corrosive and spread rapidly, its power overwhelming their cultivated true energy, sweeping away everything in its path. The aura surged towards their most vital part—the spiritual palace where their Nascent Soul resided.

Mei Niang grabbed at the flying swords, which had lost their masters' power, easily catching them. With a flick of her wrist, the golden swords turned blood-red and dull, before she casually tucked them into her bosom.

The three brothers were now in a desperate situation. They had no ability to resist the invasion of the zombie aura. Using their inner vision, they could only watch helplessly as their newly formed nascent souls were trapped by a red net, unable to move, and all their magical power vanished...

Chapter Two: An Arrow Pierces the Sky

"Just now, it seemed like you were the most lustful..."

Mei Niang said with a smile, pointing at her pale-faced eldest brother. Then, her voice became sharp: "You actually dared to look at me like that... How could I forgive you?"

She had already given her heart to Lan Ling, considering herself to belong to him. She was willing to do anything for Lan Ling, but she would never allow another man to defile her... Clearly, she had used her seductive arts to tempt someone, yet now she had become someone else's death sentence. Her eldest brother was truly wronged. A

murderous intent appeared on Mei Niang's beautiful face. Her sharp fingers grabbed at the air, and her eldest brother screamed in agony, feeling his nascent soul being torn apart by a powerful force, and he had no ability to resist at all.

The nascent soul, radiating a faint golden aura, was forcefully pulled from the eldest brother's body by Mei Niang. With a sudden clench of her fingers, the eldest brother coughed up blood and collapsed limply to the ground, lifeless. The nascent soul, scattered by Mei Niang, transformed into a chaotic golden aura which she absorbed into her mouth.

Seeing their senior brother's soul dissipate, without even a chance to fight back, the second and youngest brothers turned deathly pale, their teeth chattering, their bodies trembling.

They had never imagined that a demon could be so powerful, leaving them utterly defenseless.

Now they realized that their narrow-mindedness and contempt had killed them. They had not only looked down on cultivators but had also underestimated demons. Looking down on cultivators was one thing, but demons were their mortal enemies, and underestimating an enemy only led to one path: death!

During their cultivation, they had undertaken demon-slaying missions under the guidance of their elders. The ease of those missions instilled in them a deep-seated contempt for demons. If they had used their sect's combined attack from the very first encounter, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out so badly…

"Now it's your turn,"

Mei Niang said, pointing at her second senior brother.

"Granny Demon, please spare me!"

the second senior brother wailed, begging for mercy. Then, a crackling sound rang out, and a stench filled the room. The second senior brother was so terrified he wet himself.

Mei Niang frowned, coldly snorting, "Disgusting thing, you should be killed first!"

With that, she grabbed, pulled, and squeezed again, and the second senior brother collapsed into the filth he had created, his soul scattered and he died.

Only the junior brother remained, completely stunned.

Mei Niang's eyes flickered, deliberately releasing her own demonic energy to completely conceal the zombie aura that masked it.

As soon as the demonic energy was released, Mei Niang immediately sensed several energies rushing towards her at incredible speed.

Mei Niang smiled faintly, her delicate body moving swiftly. A flash of red light, reminiscent of zombie energy, and she vanished from the room.

No sooner had she disappeared than several people appeared in the room, some appearing inexplicably from within the walls, others bursting through the door.

These nearby cultivators were most sensitive to demonic energy; sensing it, they immediately dropped what they were doing and rushed over, only to be met with a gruesome scene.

Cultivators valued their Nascent Souls even more than their own lives; when they saw the two dissipated corpses on the ground, they were both astonished and filled with immense anger.

Before long, more than ten cultivators had arrived in the room. Su Jianghe followed, and when he saw the corpses and was told by the cultivators that the two had been completely destroyed, he was also extremely shocked.

Their opponent had actually killed two cultivators right under their noses; an opponent with such power was truly formidable.

Especially when other cultivators told Su Jianghe that they arrived almost the instant they sensed the demonic energy, the scene was already like this. This could only mean that the opponent's strength far exceeded that of the three disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect. Only an opponent several levels above them could easily kill the disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect.

"The Myriad Swords Sect is completely destroyed this time."

A cultivator familiar with the Myriad Swords Sect sighed and said, "To be able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age not only involved the entire effort of the sect's elders, but also almost all the spiritual herbs in the entire Myriad Swords Sect were used up, but now... sigh..."

"No wonder they were so arrogant. It's a pity, so what if they cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage? They still died first..."

A young disciple from another sect, obviously disliking the usual arrogance of the three disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect, couldn't help but gloat and mutter under his breath.

His words had barely left his lips when he was slapped hard across the face by his elder: "Fool! How could you say such a thing? You should know the saying 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'!"

His words sounded an alarm bell in everyone's minds. Yes, today there were disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but what about tomorrow? Would others suffer the same fate?

Three Nascent Soul stage experts, two were instantly killed, their souls scattered, and the third, though he survived by chance, was now muttering to himself, his eyes lifeless, seemingly traumatized.

Among all the cultivators present, apart from a few well-known semi-immortal-like figures, everyone else felt a sense of unease, a dark cloud hanging over their hearts.

"How did they end up in this room?"

Su Jianghe asked, frowning.

The hotel rooms were all booked by True Martial Artists, all on floors above the 25th, yet these three cultivators had inexplicably died in a room that didn't belong to them.

"Could it be that our opponents lured them to this room and then killed them?"

Su Jianghe said in a low voice. "It's too unbelievable..."

"Definitely not. Our Celestial Masters Sect is most sensitive to demonic energy. We arrive the moment it appears. If a demon had captured them and brought them to this room, given their abilities, no demon could conceal its demonic energy so well when capturing them..."

said a short, elderly man who had appeared from the wall.

From their conversation, the situation was not only terrifying but also added a touch of the bizarre, causing some timid people to secretly hesitate.

Su Jianghe raised an eyebrow and said, "What I'm most curious about is that our target this time is the Holy Court and the Dark Church of the Western Continent, but as you said, it was a demon that killed these two brothers... How could a demon come to the Western Continent? And why did it attack us..."

A highly perceptive cultivator exclaimed in alarm, "Could it be...could it be that those demons are secretly colluding with the cultivators of the Western Continent?"

Su Jianghe's face darkened. If that were the case, then they had fallen into a huge conspiracy, and their trip to the Western Continent had been a trap.

"Those despicable demons, actually colluding with outsiders!"

a cultivator cursed angrily.

Su Jianghe waved his hand to stop his cursing, saying, "The matter is not yet settled; this is only our judgment. We need to discuss it carefully. Like I said, it's best to stay in your rooms. No one should leave until we have a solution. The True Martial Artists will be responsible for outside security. My fellow cultivators, use your magic power and knowledge of formations to set up formations within our area. Ideally, you should set up a formation that covers the entire hotel. The formation should primarily be for alarm purposes, targeting anyone above the average level. To prevent further trouble, even if it's a bit inconvenient, it's necessary."

Su Jianghe's ability to organize everything so efficiently even in the face of a serious incident greatly impressed those who secretly resented the True Martial Artists. Besides, after what just happened, even if they were still resentful, they had to cooperate for their own sake.

Under Su Jianghe's orders, the True Martial Artists, skilled in direct combat, took on the role of patrol and guard, while the cultivator sects, adept at formations, deployed their most treasured techniques.

Inside Su Jianghe's room...

Su Jianghe and several other grandmasters of the cultivation world sat together. A cultivator skilled in repairing the primordial spirit used his magic to mend the terrified primordial spirit of his junior brother.

After a moment, the junior brother finally stopped trembling. After a scream, he clutched his head and said, "Don't kill me, I... I didn't see you..."

A cultivator beside him quickly drew a calming spell on his hand and channeled his magic into the junior brother's body. The junior brother's body shuddered, and he finally regained consciousness.

He stared blankly at everyone, then bit his hand hard, finally confirming that he was alive and had escaped the clutches of that female demon. Overwhelmed by the fear and the excitement of escaping danger, he burst into tears.

"What are you crying for! You're a disgrace to your master! Tell us what happened!"

a somewhat short-tempered cultivator shouted angrily.

The junior brother wiped away his tears and described what had happened...

"What did that female demon look like?"

a cultivator from the Celestial Master Sect asked.

The junior brother shook his head in confusion. He himself found it strange that he couldn't even recall the height, weight, or build of the female demon, let alone the seven tails of the alluring woman. This was the bewitching effect of the seductive arts.

"Did that female demon really say that?"

Su Jianghe asked.

The junior brother said, "Absolutely. I would never forget what she said. We...we seem to have fallen into a trap..."

At the same time

, in the ancient castle, the alluring woman appeared beside Lanling: "Master, it's done."

Lanling nodded, his face solemn as he looked at the demonic aura that was already within a thousand miles. He sneered, "Did you think you could conceal your demonic aura by using dark clouds? Let me help you."

With that, Lanling took out Hou Yi's Demon God Fang and placed it in his mouth. Possessing Hou Yi's demonic energy, he opened his arms, and a blood-red longbow appeared in his hands. An arrow formed from the zombie aura was shot out silently. After being shot, it did not directly attack the dark clouds, but instead circled around in a huge arc, suddenly exerting force from another direction, shooting into the dark clouds like a blood-red lightning bolt.

Boom!

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, echoed as the giant arrow imbued with the divine power of the demon god Hou Yi exploded like an atomic bomb within the thick clouds.

A massive hole was torn open in the clouds, releasing the demonic energy that now covered the sky.

Lanling, satisfied, sheathed the Demon God's Fang and chuckled, "Su Jianghe, you're not a zombie, so you couldn't see through the demonic energy's concealment. I've done you a huge favor."

That arrow was earth-shattering!

Dozens of demons around the divine arrow were instantly pulverized, their dust scattering in the air.

The remaining demons were dumbfounded. Such a powerful attack… heavens… who could have caused this? They couldn't imagine it, and in their panic, the thick clouds churned.

Di Jiang was particularly shocked. She could clearly sense the fluctuations of divine power—it was Hou Yi's condensed divine arrow…

Hou Yi?

Hou Yi's condensed divine arrow?

Di Jiang couldn't believe it, yet it was undeniably before her eyes. When is the most painful time? It's like having the facts right in front of you, yet still having to tell yourself it's all fake, impossible.

Dijiang couldn't explain it, couldn't understand it at all!

Faced with such a dramatic change, yet the Alliance Leader remained silent, the demons lost their composure and became even more panicked.

Could this be an attack from the Heavenly Demon?

Good heavens, if the Heavenly Demon is already this powerful… Many demons began to feel weak in the knees and their hearts pounded with fear. No matter who became the Alliance Leader, they would only be foot soldiers; who would risk their lives for this? Those demons who had actively sought out the Heavenly Demon began to regret it. Initially, they only wanted to know who would ultimately claim the Alliance Leader's throne, because for countless generations, wars had only occurred between the old and new Alliance Leaders, with them all merely bystanders.

Who wouldn't want to be a bystander?

But this attack was completely indiscriminate; it seemed the Heavenly Demon had taken its anger out on them, treating them all as enemies.

Damn it, what was the point of all this…

Even more chaotic things were yet to come. That arrow had blasted a hole in the dark clouds concealing demonic energy, causing the demonic energy to inevitably spill out. While True Martial Artists and cultivators didn't possess Lanling's ability to discern the whereabouts of demons, there was no reason they wouldn't detect such an overwhelming and obvious demonic aura.

Moreover, this time it was almost the entire Demon Alliance mobilized, and the sheer volume of demonic energy was astonishing.

Su Jianghe and the others sensed the incredibly dense demonic energy, and recalling what their junior brother had relayed about the female demon's plan to wipe them all out, they couldn't help but believe it.

"What do we do?"

a cultivator asked, his face paling.

Su Jianghe's sharply defined face grew increasingly cold, gradually becoming like a block of steel.

Things had come to this point; there was absolutely no room for retreat!

Faced with such a massive conspiracy, the only strategy was—to fight!

Su Jianghe quickly turned around, his expression grave, and offered his opinion. His suggestion received unanimous approval. Was another great battle against demons about to begin?

Even in death, their spirit tablets would enter the sect's main hall, and their stories would be told by all future disciples.

Material possessions like money couldn't attract cultivators, but fame was something they craved. Even the most timid would choose to fight without hesitation, willing to die in such a massive demon-slaying war.

Moments later, throughout the entire continent, regardless of location, every resident looking at the sky was astonished: So many shooting stars tonight? A meteor shower? But why hadn't the observatory reported it?

At this moment, all cultivators and martial artists capable of flight no longer hesitated to conceal their tracks. Various sects received distress signals, and all their experts flew across the sky, heading towards the British capital at top speed.

"Heavens, what are those things?"

At several military bases, soldiers gasped in surprise upon seeing the strange objects displayed on their radar screens. Then, the screens shook violently, and suddenly, no image was displayed.

The sudden malfunction of the military bases' radar systems was enough to cause panic in any country, but not the entire world, not a single nation, was spared. In that instant, all radars failed.

The two most renowned sects in the cultivation world, skilled in formations—the Five Elements Sect and the Qimen Sect—mobilized all their elders, rushing across the entire continent at top speed. A massive formation encompassing the entire world was formed. This formation not only gathered spiritual energy, allowing cultivators within it to quickly absorb it for combat, but also amplified the power of their spells. Most importantly, the spiritual energy could interfere with all radio waves, blocking what ordinary people considered high technology.

Tonight belonged to all "non-humans"...

The fluctuations in spiritual energy also caused commotion within the Holy See and the Dark Church.

All the Holy Knights and high-ranking clergy of the Court of Light, fully equipped, gathered in the Temple of Light, awaiting the Pope's command.

In the Dark Church, all the non-human warriors they controlled, along with various experimental monsters, necromancers, and black magicians, were also gathered, awaiting their leader's orders.

"Strange, this doesn't seem to be targeting us,"

the Pope said, sensing the energy fluctuations.

"Wait a little longer,"

the Pope ordered.

Similarly, Bruman, the leader of the Dark Church, also noticed the strange energy fluctuations and, like the Pope, adopted a wait-and-see attitude.

Cultivation in the Western Continent was far less developed than in the Eastern Continent. Not to mention the numerous sects and millennia-old cultivation sects, just consider the large number of True Martial Arts Academies that have sprung up in recent years, producing hundreds of thousands of True Martial Arts practitioners.

It's no exaggeration to say that if cultivators from the Eastern Continent truly wanted to destroy the Western Continent, their sheer numbers could exhaust them.

The arrogance of the Holy Light Society, which requires its members to be nobles, limits its numbers.

The Dark Church, an organization operating in the shadows, grows even more slowly; were it not for the rapid reproduction of werewolves and other non-human warriors, they would likely be outnumbered by the Holy Light Society.

Both sides are prepared for defense. In their strongholds—the temples or church castles—they utilize their knowledge of the terrain to devise deadly traps, intending to inflict casualties on their opponents first. Therefore, they are all waiting, unwilling to launch a preemptive attack.

This means that Su Jianghe's ground-based defenses against any potential Holy Light Society and Dark Church cultivators and martial artists are somewhat redundant.

Unless they attack first, the Holy Light Society and Dark Church will not appear. In other words, this night belongs to the cultivators and martial artists in their slaying of demons…

To avoid harming innocent civilians, the cultivators and martial artists have gone so far as to use ancient, top-tier magical artifacts to create an incredibly powerful defensive layer less than a hundred meters above the ground.

With everything prepared, numerous cultivators and martial artists soared into the sky, their target the thick cloud layer!

The approach of the martial artists and cultivators further alarmed the already panicked demon alliance. Could that terrifyingly powerful attack have been launched by martial artists or cultivators?

In fact, the reason the demon alliance chose to act today was because they had previously gathered intelligence and knew that cultivators and martial artists seemed to be up to something. They wouldn't have bothered to hinder them, but now it seemed they had walked right into the line of fire.

Everything in the world has its counterpart; cultivating demons using materials is inherently defying the natural order. Therefore, the energy of cultivators and martial artists naturally counters theirs. In a battle between equals, the demons will inevitably lose.

Before Di Jiang could recover from his shock, he was intercepted by the cultivators and martial artists.

Originally an ancient demon god, she possessed a special compassion for ascetic cultivators and martial artists. Furthermore, her attribute fell under the category of Demon King. Therefore, since she took control of the Demon Alliance, the conflict between the two sides had diminished considerably over the past century, and it was she who facilitated the agreement.

Faced with the fierce onslaught of cultivators and martial artists, Di Jiang had to temporarily set aside her previous doubts about Hou Yi's divine arrow and prepare to appear and inquire, hoping to avert this conflict. Her primary opponents were not these cultivators, whom she considered insignificant; in fact, she had never considered them adversaries.

The Demon Alliance's ranks parted to create a path, and Di Jiang slowly drifted to the front of the ranks amidst swirling gray mist.

What puzzled her was the deep-seated hatred these cultivators and martial artists seemed to harbor towards the Demon Alliance. Their clenched teeth suggested they were targeting the Demon Alliance, and it seemed they wouldn't rest until they were all killed.

Di Jiang pondered carefully. Under her control over the years, no demon in the Demon Alliance had violated the agreement. Even those demons who needed to be drained of their life force hid among humans, but their actions were always measured and hadn't resulted in any deaths. Even if some deaths did occur, cultivators and martial artists wouldn't go to such lengths for an ordinary person, would they?

"Where is Wu Di?"

Di Jiang's voice was devoid of emotion, uttered flatly.

Her almost dismissive gesture clearly angered the already furious cultivators and martial artists, but everyone held back, demonstrating their resolve to unite and awaiting their leader's command to fight.

Su Jianghe glanced at the cultivators; the senior cultivators nodded slightly, indicating that he could now represent the cultivators.

"I want to speak with Wu Di,"

Di Jiang said again.

The Wu Di she wanted to see was the most outstanding figure among the martial artists, the undisputed leader of the contemporary martial arts world. The previous agreement was facilitated by Wu Di, who had helped her contact the cultivation world and worked tirelessly to achieve it.

Su Jianghe let out a long sigh. Facing the mysterious demon leader, he felt immense pressure.

"Dean Wu Di is in seclusion. I can represent you here,"

Su Jianghe said in a deep voice.

"Your name is Su Jianghe, right? I've heard you're a rather outstanding figure after Wu Di. Then let me ask you, why are you blocking our way? Don't you know about our agreement? Breaking an agreement, how many lives do you have to bear the consequences!"

Di Jiang sneered.

Her status as an ancient demon god had long been accustomed to this condescending, reprimanding tone. No one could tolerate this attitude, especially these cultivators and martial artists who already considered the demon alliance their greatest enemy.

"An agreement?"

Su Jianghe sneered. He understood that his position was extremely important at this moment, and even if he died, he couldn't lose face: "You even know about an agreement!"

At this moment, in the hidden ancient castle in the distance, Lanling watched this scene with half-closed eyes.

"Why so much nonsense?"

Lanling muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Let's go all the way..."

Lanling chuckled coldly, then pulled out Hou Yi's Demon God's Fang once more...

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