[Urban] The Legend of Sword and Fairy: A Romantic Prequel (Complete) - 6

In the second volume, "The Witch Queen Chapter 2,"

Wu Molong has now defeated Chu Bayu, and the two can finally meet openly!

Wu Molong doesn't like this kind of flattery, but the young emperor is different.

He uses the strongest martial arts of the Imperial Dynasty! He uses

the emperor's ultimate technique, as if he were the emperor's only disciple!

Wu Molong wants to kill the dragon, so he must break his martial arts!!

'Imperial Fist' is elusive and unpredictable;

'Sword Control' has sword energy like a rainbow, as powerful as a flying immortal;

'Holy Blade' is supreme and domineering.

He has fought the emperor several times, and no matter which martial art he uses, he cannot break it.

The Imperial Fist is elusive, its attacks seem to appear and disappear, feinting and diverting, making it truly difficult to counter.

The speed of the Sword Control is probably unparalleled in the world, except for the Immortal Sword Technique of the Immortal Sword Sect, even the Lin Family Swordplay cannot compare.

The Holy Blade is the most terrifying of the three martial arts! Each time Wu Molong drew his sword, he instantly lost either a hand or a leg. Once, his entire chest was cleaved open, leaving him teetering on the brink of collapse, nearly torn apart.

However, after numerous exchanges with Ba Tian, Wu Molong began to understand the weaknesses of the three martial arts techniques.

Since the Imperial Fist was unbreakable, there was no need to try to break it; its power was limited anyway. If he used his own moves against his own, he might be able to put up a fight.

The Sword Control Technique was difficult to discern with the naked eye, but Wu Molong's previous experience told him that with his extraordinary beastly intuition, he could still intercept that terrifyingly fast sword.

Each time the Holy Blade was drawn, the Emperor would stop fighting. Wu Molong deduced that this move must consume a great deal of true qi and internal energy; as long as he could withstand the first strike, he could break it.

Damn it! Easier said than done!!

Even the young prince Ba Tian might not be able to withstand half the power of the Holy Blade, so how could he withstand a strike from the Emperor, whose power was superior to his own?

Who didn't know that the faster and stronger a martial art was, the greater the chance of victory?

The more his martial arts improved, the more Wu Molong realized the distance between himself and the emperor—just one step away, yet one step he could never take.

At this moment, he felt a pang of despair, so he entrusted the matters of the expedition to the defeated general's subordinates.

After all, he didn't understand; the preparations for war by the Han people were very different from those of the Miao people. Even a junior Han general might do a better job than him. Wu Molong always avoided anything he lacked confidence in.

"Brother Yu, how confident do you think we are in attacking the Black Miao this time?"

This was the emperor's assignment to Ba Tian, requiring him to analyze the situation of the battle and, if necessary, consult any three high-ranking military officers.

Without hesitation, Ba Tian hoped that the defeated general, Chu Ba Yu, could assist him.

This decision surprised the emperor. Besides himself, only a few of the defeated generals and the Shenwu he had fought knew Wu Molong's true identity, and Ba Tian knew to seek advice from Chu Ba Yu, who had once served as a warrior among the Black Miao.

This proved that Ba Tian's intelligence network was definitely not weak, at least more powerful than the emperor had estimated.

Originally, the Emperor had designated three individuals as candidates for the young prince's selection: General Shenwu, the leader of the expedition; Wen Hanlin, the historian; and Zhou Ruixiang, the Emperor's military advisor and Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Because of this, the three had prepared some opinions, including intelligence and terrain analysis. However, all of this was unnecessary.

Ba Tian already knew Wu Molong's true identity and believed that only he could provide unexpected advice that would impress the Emperor! This

was the nature of Ba Tian's relationship with the Emperor.

This was also the Emperor's method of training Prince Ba Tian; he believed it was very effective, at least that's how he had been trained by the previous generation.

Wu Molong patiently analyzed everything he knew—history of the Black Miao tribe, mythology, the deeds of modern heroes, etc.—

but nothing could provide Ba Tian with a breakthrough clue…

"Crown Prince, it's already the second day, haven't you found a suitable answer yet?"

"The answer came early this morning, but it's not what I want; it's what Father Emperor wants."

This answer was quite amusing. It was a teacher's instruction, a student's response—generally, the teacher poses the question, and the teacher naturally has the answer they believe the student should give.

But in this world, there is a type of unruly student. Is it because their thinking is insightful, or because they deliberately try to contradict their teachers? Their answers always surpass the teacher's expectations, yet it's impossible to determine whether their answers are right or wrong.

The young prince is precisely this kind of student…

“So you must continue.”

“I never give up.”

Before this, the father and son had become accustomed to playing this table game whenever important national decisions were made.

Each time, it greatly pleased the emperor and surprised the court officials, yet none of the answers exceeded the emperor's expectations.

It wasn't that Ba Tian was too weak; it was that the emperor was too strong!

The emperor always believed that Ba Tian could surpass him before the age of twenty, whether in wisdom or martial arts, but for Ba Tian, that wasn't enough!

Both were born with the destiny of a king, but Ba Tian disliked the feeling of being subordinate to others.

"Your Highness... to be honest, I know pretty much everything. Even though I was a warrior when I was with the Black Miao, my knowledge was still limited."

"Then forget it... how about you tell me about the White Miao?"

"Oh!? Okay..."

Since he couldn't find the information he wanted from the target's friend, he would deduce the target's situation from the enemy's. Ba Tian said 'forget it,' but he still wouldn't give up!

As a result, the two talked until late at night. For the Central Plains, the White Miao were neither enemies nor friends.

The White Miao's location in Dali City was too remote, and unlike the Black Miao, they didn't wage war for profit.

Ten days ago, an urgent message arrived from the post station, stating that the Black Miao had encountered a flood disaster rarely seen in a century.

The emperor thus saw this as a good opportunity. They didn't need a grand pretext for war; what they wanted was a golden opportunity to capture Nanzhao City!

However, despite his great ambition, he repeatedly ordered the army not to harm the White Miao people.

The emperor seemed to be paying special attention to the Bai Miao people...

The Miao people are skilled in magic, magical beasts, and illusion spells. The former are incredibly powerful, and the latter can annihilate an entire army in an instant!

Imagine on the battlefield, when every soldier is controlled by illusions, treating every comrade as an enemy.

In less than half a day, the army would be reduced to a state of utter carnage...

Now, the Hei Miao have been swallowed by floods, and the people are living in famine. With food shortages, the soldiers are quickly showing signs of defeat.

More importantly, shamans are extremely superstitious. When disaster strikes suddenly, they will assume it's the wrath of the earth's spirits. Fearing to anger the gods again, no one will dare use large-scale magic at this time.

During his conversation with Wu Molong, Ba Tian suddenly overheard something

—information he hadn't expected to hear!

“Speaking of the Bai Miao, one must mention their chieftain. From the chieftain to the elders, almost all of them are beautiful women. Throughout history, they have been a society where women are superior to men.”

Ba Tian: “So what kind of person is this generation’s Bai Miao chieftain?”

"Chieftain? I've never seen her, but I've heard from some veterans that when they were young and before they became Bai Miao chieftains, they often went to the battlefield. Some old generals even decided to never marry after seeing her once, worshipping her like a female Grim Reaper."

"Was she beautiful?"

"Well... I think she was breathtakingly beautiful. My captain said he ejaculated when he first saw the Bai Miao chieftain as a child."

Could there really be such a beautiful woman in the world?

Wu Molong and Ba Tian didn't know. They just found it funny, so they poured themselves a drink and laughed as they drank.

"The chieftain's husband must be a very important person, right?"

"Husband? He..."

Wu Molong scratched his head a few times, thinking about information about the Bai Miao chieftain's husband.

"Well? Is he a general? Or a hero? Do beautiful women all like to mess with animals like you who aren't very bright?"

"Get lost!!"

"Then tell me quickly!"

Wu Molong tried his best to remember, but he had no recollection of the chieftain's husband at all. "

I can't recall a single thing, let alone seen it.

" "I think the White Miao chieftain probably doesn't have a husband."

"What!?"

The little prince almost thought he'd misheard. Every woman has a lover, right?

"Could this White Miao chieftain be gay?"

"Very likely..."

Upon hearing this, Ba Tian almost spat out the wine in his mouth.

"Hahahaha!!!!! This story is getting more and more interesting! Come, come, continue!"

"The current Black Miao queen is actually the high priestess of the White Miao!"

Ten years later, the Black and White Miao tribes fought over water resources due to a drought, eventually leading to war.

But ten years ago today, the Black and White Miao tribes did not go to war because of the drought, and thanks to the curse of the goddess Nuwa, the two tribes lived in peace without conflict. In fact, intermarriage between tribes was quite common!

Among them, the Witch Queen is a good example. She married the Black Miao King and became his queen. Everyone called her the Witch Queen. Whether in Dali or Nanzhao, she has repeatedly used her power to save both tribes from disasters.

Because she was established as the Black Miao Queen as a witch, everyone called her the Witch Queen.

"So, could it be that the White Miao chieftain likes this Witch Queen?"

Ba Tian asked with great interest. Perhaps he had drunk too much today, and even he himself thought his words were a little incoherent, but Wu Molong's answer still surprised him.

"I only know that the Witch Queen and the Black Miao Witch King are good friends. The Witch Queen is a bit older than the chieftain, so she should be considered the older sister, right? But I heard that more than ten years ago, the White Miao chieftain traveled alone from Dali to Nanzhao to find the Witch Queen."

"Why?"

"Probably because the younger sister was afraid that the older sister would be harmed by a bad man? Strangely, the chieftain disappeared for a while in the Sacred Tree Forest of Lingshan Mountain at that time."

As he spoke, Wu Molong raised his cup again, showing an expression of confusion and disbelief. It's said that half of the Bai Miao people were searching the Sacred Tree Forest. Dali City is closer to the Sacred Tree Forest than Nanzhao, and the Bai Miao have a tradition of worshipping the Golden-Winged Phoenix, so their understanding of the Sacred Tree Forest is unparalleled. Yet, they still couldn't find a single young girl.

"So miraculous? Where did she go?"

"Of course I don't know. The chieftain later returned to Dali... Ah, I remember! I did see the Witch Queen."

"What kind of person was she?"

"I first met her eight years ago, when she married into our Black Miao tribe! At that time, I..."

Suddenly, Wu Molong seemed to remember something, hesitating whether to speak. Ba Tian, thinking this guy was just a lecherous glutton, interrupted, "You didn't ejaculate prematurely from excitement, did you?"

Wu Molong was startled, then angrily said, "No way!"

Ba Tian laughed, "I don't believe you."

"But my manhood has been erect all day."

Saying this, another burst of wild laughter erupted!

"However, it's truly a pity."

Then, Ba Tian downed another glass of strong liquor, looking as if he were truly lamenting the loss of a work of art.

"In what way?"

"That chieftain is so beautiful. If she doesn't have a daughter to carry on the family line, her beauty will be lost forever."

"Oh!? Is our Crown Prince planning to marry the Bai Miao chieftain as his empress? Or does he want to experience the embarrassment of 'shooting on sight'?"

"If there really is such a beautiful woman in the world for me to see, I wouldn't mind such humiliation."

Saying this, Ba Tian poured himself another cup of wine and gulped it down. Everyone has a different style of drinking. He wasn't as heavy-drinking as Wu Molong and the Emperor, nor did he like the feeling of being drunk. He only liked the exhilarating feeling of his head burning. Today, he had already drunk too much.

"You don't need to be disappointed. The Miao Queen has an only daughter."

"Go away! Why didn't you say so earlier?"

In response to Ba Tian's earlier joke, Wu Molong retaliated with a reply: "Shouldn't you be the one asking? Isn't this the correct way to play the game?" The 'game' he was referring to was naturally the game between the Emperor and Ba Tian.

Ba Tian, however, wasn't in the mood for jokes and continued, "What does your daughter look like?"

"Is that all you care about?" Wu Molong retorted, his tone like that of Ba Tian's emperor, carrying a hint of reproach. Of course, he didn't have that right, but in Ba Tian's presence, he was just another 'friend'!

"Don't you care?"

"I'm sorry, I deeply love my beloved wife back home,"

Wu Molong said earnestly, his face showing difficulty as he faced Ba Tian's next question.

"Your beloved wife back home? But you're going to attack your own home tomorrow!"

Reaching his dilemma, Wu Molong shook his head and downed large bowls of wine.

After three bowls, Wu Molong let out a long breath and said,

"All I know is that the child is a wild girl, only six years old now. The Bai Miao chieftain is a beautiful woman, but she has never had a particularly close man by her side, and no one knows how she conceived this daughter!"

"I thought she was adopted." "She

's their biological child. The Bai Miao people are as happy as your father was when you were born. The whole of Dali City is celebrating for the birth of this future leader."

"Was it like that when I was born?" "

When you were born, I was still the wolf chieftain of Black Witch Mountain. How would I know! Ask Shenwu if you want to know."

Apart from the emperor and Shi Jiaolong, the little prince was one of the few who knew Wu Molong's identity as a red wolf. When Wu Molong first stepped into the palace, he was attracted by Ba Tian's words: "Hello! Mr. Wolf." Of course, the emperor did not reveal anything about Wu Molong to Ba Tian. The little prince found out all of this himself, which is why he attracted Wu Molong's attention.

"What?! You've only been a spirit for a little over ten years?"

"You're not going to be so concerned with my past, are you?"

"Fourteen years ago..."

As he spoke, the young prince seemed to recall something important, and he eagerly asked Wu Molong again.

"Brother Yu! Tell me more, tell me about your life before you came of age! ...Also, could you tell me some details about the Miao people's clothing?"

"You've thought of something important?"

"I'm not sure...Don't you want to talk about it?"

In fact, Wu Molong didn't necessarily dislike others discussing his past.

But it was, after all, the reason for his rift with his master, Elder Shi, and if it could be avoided, he preferred not to talk about it.

However, in the end, when the young prince, as the emperor, pressed him, Wu Molong had no choice but to admit it.

So, he recounted how he, a wolf, witnessed Li Sansi's affair with the mysterious woman, and how he himself came to be an adult...

"Crown Prince... Hey, Crown Prince...!!!"

"Huh!? What's wrong..."

After saying that, Ba Tian sat motionless in front of Wu Molong, seemingly lost in thought or asleep.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Nothing... I was thinking about something."

"Come on, you never seem so focused when you're thinking about anything. You've had too much to drink today, and you've heard enough stories. Tomorrow you have to see your father at court, prepare your answers, and then go to sleep."

"Answers?... I've already prepared them."

Ba Tian seemed confident. Wu Molong found this strange. Although they had chatted all night, it had all been about women, beautiful women, other people's wives, and other people's beautiful wives...

Could there be some important clue that Wu Molong didn't know about?

"Never mind, using my brain has never been my job anyway." Wu Molong sighed, stretched his limbs, and returned to his place.

However, the place he truly belonged to was to be mercilessly trampled by tens of thousands of iron cavalry tomorrow…

This was something he had been avoiding, and even until the moment he could no longer escape it, he didn't want to face it. Damn it, if only Long'er were here now!

The next day at the morning court.

The five defeated generals, led by Chu Ba Yu (Wu Mo Long), all had their faces covered with black cloth. To do so in front of the emperor in the main hall was a grave offense.

But the defeated generals were exceptions!

Besides themselves, each of the five had a mark on the clothing of the other two or three. Each of the five defeated generals had a different code on their clothing!

This was to prevent anyone from impersonating a defeated general, and also to prevent the court officials from knowing the true faces of these most favored generals of the emperor.

After some routine review,

everyone in the court had to propose a military strategy that would help win this battle. For nearly a hundred years, the court had not mobilized such a massive military force.

Before reviewing any military campaign, five things must be examined:

'the Way, Heaven, Earth, the General, and the Law.'

The Way refers to the Way of the King. A general who embodies the Way of the King commands the people to live and die with the Emperor, without fear of danger.

For many years, the Black Miao people have used various pretexts to invade the Central Plains, which has long been a source of resentment among the common people. Sending troops to the Miao region now is in accordance with the people's wishes.

Heaven refers to the opportune time.

The Miao people are currently suffering from floods; the Dynasty can use this opportunity to attack them, which will undoubtedly be twice as effective.

Earth refers to the terrain.

The Miao people are traditionally nomadic, and their ability to fight in water is naturally inferior to that of the Han people. Now, fighting with their backs to the river, the situation is extremely dangerous.

The General refers to the commander.

A first-rank general in the court is renowned for his martial prowess and has never been defeated. With such an invincible commander leading the troops, the morale of the soldiers will be greatly boosted!

The Law refers to the legal system.

For many years, the imperial court has not launched a large-scale military campaign. Now, with a thousand chariots, a thousand war wagons, and a hundred thousand armored soldiers, with provisions transported a thousand miles, the daily expenses for both internal and external affairs, and the maintenance of the chariots and armor, amount to a thousand gold pieces. With such a hundred thousand troops mobilized, how could they not be victorious in battle?

All five of these factors are well-known; those who understand them will prevail, those who do not will not.

Now that all five are in place, victory is assured for most of

the Central Plains. After the meeting concluded, the emperor stood before the army, handing the command flag to the Divine Martial General. Then, the massive army of 80,000 men emerged from the city gates and headed north.

Before departing, the last of the defeated troops, a masked man in black, waved to Ba Tian.

Without a doubt, this man was Wu Molong!

"My son, have you thought of your answer?"

After the morning court session, the emperor asked Ba Tian the question he needed to answer. At this time, only Tong Ruixiang was by his side.

"I've thought it through, Father!"

"Then, my son, what are your thoughts on this battle?"

"Father, the outcome of this war is beyond question. The defeated army led by Chu Ba Yu will definitely march straight into Nanzhao City and bring back the Miao King's head!"

"Good."

Indeed, it was good, because this was the answer the Emperor had anticipated. It

was also the best outcome. Although others might think it was too simple and easy, when no one knew that the Emperor had spent several years preparing for this attack on the Black Miao, gathering talent and resources, and now he had all the advantages of timing, location, and popular support, how could anyone believe that victory was inevitable?

From the moment Wu Molong agreed to attack the Black Miao tribe for the Emperor, he had foreseen this outcome.

Of course, this wasn't the only answer, but it was the one with the highest chance of success among many predictions! However, just as the Emperor was feeling smug, Ba Tian revealed the next part.

"Then Father will die."

"What did you say?!?!?!"

He was furious! The reason was simple! Because Ba Tian had given an answer the Emperor didn't want to hear.

An answer he hadn't anticipated!

His anger stemmed partly from his surprise; he hadn't anticipated that Ba Tian's wisdom had already deduced his relationship with Chu Ba Yu.

And with such unerring accuracy.

Indeed, the Emperor and Chu Ba Yu were friends who mutually exploited each other, and Chu Ba Yu had even predicted that one day, when he had a sufficient advantage, he would strike, kill the Emperor, and seize everything! Tong Ruixiang, completely unaware of this, immediately lamented his blindness, wondering how he could have let him be the leader of the defeated forces.

"This is not the answer I wanted."

Yes!

Everything had gone very smoothly today, and the Emperor never resisted a smooth day.

"Because Father could never have imagined it."

However, the truth was that smooth sailing was an illusion, unreliable.

The young prince made the Emperor reconsider this principle.

"You think Chu Ba Yu will kill me after he returns?"

"Yes!"

"What a joke! He returned from Miao territory, even if victorious, exhausted and wounded. How could he possibly defeat me?"

"He feigns inability when he is capable, feigns inactivity when he is active, feigns distance when he is near, and feigns nearness when he is far. It is precisely because Father could not foresee this that he will strike."

That's a section from Sun Tzu's Art of War, meaning that so-called stratagems involve deceiving each other, pretending what's useful is useless, and pretending what's achievable is impossible.

In fact, the Emperor hadn't been unaware of this possibility, hence his desire to send Shenwu to lead the army, hoping to control Wu Molong's actions from afar!

If necessary, Shenwu could use the opportunity to abandon Wu Molong, then return to rescue him, thus severely weakening Wu Molong and creating an image of Shenwu as both righteous and brave.

"So you think he can definitely do it?"

"Unless he doesn't act, he will definitely strike when he's confident."

"What method? What means?"

"I don't know. There are very few things in the world capable of killing Father Emperor. It's difficult outside the capital, and even more difficult inside the Forbidden City."

Carefully considering these words, the Emperor stood up thoughtfully, looking at the child…

"Then what do I have to fear?"

Batian had been waiting for this question!!

"I'm afraid you're too confident! Father is just too strong. The only one who can kill Father is yourself! If you don't make a move, others will attack your weakness of confidence. Father's only weakness is that he's too strong. If a threat doesn't threaten you, it won't be considered a threat."

Yes, for a long time, no matter how meticulous the assassins or strategies, they couldn't break through the emperor's indestructible body and the vast land. Because the stronger the threat, the more vigilant the emperor became. So ironically, only some foolish and cowardly assassins had ever managed to stab the emperor in the chest with a dagger, but unfortunately, they failed because they lacked the skill to break through the emperor's protective aura.

"Then as long as I don't leave the capital, no one can hurt me, right?"

Yesterday, the emperor only saw Wu Molong as a threat for tomorrow. Before that day came, the emperor hoped to truly treat Wu Molong as a real friend...

But because of Ba Tian's words, the emperor's mind had to change! Because he couldn't lose, and he couldn't accept defeat.

Even the slightest threat, if perceived as such, would be eliminated!

"Father, please consider this carefully. I'll take my leave."

Not wanting to disturb the emperor's thoughts, Ba Tian tactfully departed. The emperor didn't try to stop him, turning his back to Ba Tian and waving his sleeve to signal his departure.

He needed to calmly devise a strategy alone; the stronger the enemy, the calmer he needed to be.

Especially when it required killing a friend who understood him…

Ba Tian left the emperor's room.

He smiled, not the smile from before, nor the maniacal laughter of last night, but a genuine smile from the heart! A satisfied smile spread across his handsome face. In a sense, he had surpassed his father today! It was a successful beginning, but not a guaranteed ending.

Like graduating from his Go teacher's instruction and facing a teacher who showed no mercy for the first time. Starting with white stones, even with the current advantage, he couldn't afford to be careless.

His smile was his limit; he absolutely couldn't laugh out loud, for that would mean defeat!

This was a life-or-death game… to win, he had to remain calm.

Especially when the enemy is someone who knows their own father!!

In Nanshao City of the Black Miao tribe, nestled in the center against the backdrop of mountains and forests, stands the palace of the Moon Worship Cult.

The Moon Worship Cult is a shamanistic religion believed by the Black Miao people, and its status is so noble that, apart from the tribe leader and the Miao King, the Moon Worship Cult Leader is the most revered! Besides the

Moon Worship Cult Leader, who wears a black robe embroidered with the moon, the most powerful figures in the Moon Worship Cult are the four guardian elders, dressed in red, yellow, blue, and purple. Each of the four elders possesses extraordinary skills, with the red-robed Elder Shi holding the most power and the highest level of skill. His martial arts cultivation is second only to the cult leader in the entire Black Miao tribe.

Under Elder Shi's command are the yellow-robed Elder Po, skilled in formations; the blue-robed Elder Tian, skilled in magic; and the purple-robed Elder Jing, skilled in medicine and poison!

The four elders, 'Shi, Po, Tian, and Jing,' each possess their own strengths, and when combined with the cult leader, they are invincible.

It is said that even the Sword Saint Dugu was once utterly defeated by the Five Poisons Witch Armor Formation, a defensive formation of the Moon Worship Cult, which is hailed as surpassing even the Qimen Dunjia and the Eight Trigrams Formation!

The so-called impregnability of Nanshao City is certainly due to its strategic location, but more importantly, it is protected by the five top masters of the Moon Worship Cult. Even the strongest siege hammer might not be able to harm it in the slightest.

Meanwhile, beneath the Black Moon Altar, in a dark, secluded basement, came the seductive moans of a beautiful

woman… “No… I don’t want this… Ah… I’m so ashamed… Don’t… Don’t put it in… Mmm… Hmm… Mmm… Ugh…”

A tender and lovely woman was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by countless slippery, sticky fleshy roots wrapped around her body. Her clothes had long been torn apart by the slippery and powerful roots, which we will call tentacles.

Two or three tentacles, each as thick as a child's hand or buttocks, had already penetrated the girl's moist bud, thrusting wildly, causing a blush to rise on her lovely face. Besides her vagina, her anus had also been invaded, the tingling sensation leaving her lower body weak and powerless. Judging from the tattered white linen cloth draped over her body, adorned with beads and feathers, this girl was likely a member of the Bai Miao tribe.

How could this be?

In an era when the Black Miao and Bai Miao tribes were still at peace, how could such an absurd and outrageous thing happen within the Black Miao's sphere of influence?

Especially within the headquarters of the Moon Worship Cult, where powerful figures gathered, how could a demonic beast have dared to violate a Bai Miao girl?

At this moment, a side door opened, and an old man entered.

The old man was over fifty years old, his muscular physique almost making him appear as a battle-hardened general, but from the golden-handled cane he carried, we knew his identity was that of a shaman of the Moon Worship Cult.

He wore a black robe with a crescent moon embroidered on the back. Unlike those in the Central Plains, the Moon Worship Cult believed that the crescent moon was the time when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was at its peak.

However, if the crescent moon represented the highest symbol of the Moon Worship Cult, then who held this honor was...

the Moon Worship Cult Leader!?

At the same time, three women walked out from behind him. They

wore yellow, blue, and purple robes, with crescent moon totems embroidered on their backs pointing downwards, to the left, and to the right respectively...

Were they the three elders of the Moon Worship Cult?

It was unknown; all that was known was that the three of them began to undress...

Unfastening their belts, revealing their flawless, fragrant skin, they slowly removed their upper garments, displaying their smooth, jade-like shoulders, their alluring eyes carrying a faint, embarrassed smile, and a heavy breathing sound came from the lurking, peeping gaze...

The girl in blue, receiving a response, simply removed her upper garment completely, the soft silk brushing against her smooth, jade-like back, the virgin fragrance hidden beneath her clothes wafting through the air.

The girl took two more steps forward, her large, bulging breasts, encased in a small red bodice, swaying rhythmically with each step. Sensing the unseen gaze and the whispers of admiration, a rosy blush spread across her face. Then, from beneath her small underpants, her vulva began to gush forth nectar, moistening her lower body.

The two girls beside her also stepped forward, removing their clothes and generously displaying their beautiful bodies. Each of the three girls possessed a unique charm: the girl in blue had large breasts, the girl in yellow had smooth, jade-like skin, and the girl in purple had a slender, graceful waist and a high, rounded bottom.

The three women each walked to a triangle, displaying their most seductive and alluring poses. Dozens of tentacles emerged from the central pool, groping the women's bodies…

The three women not only did not resist, but diligently licked and caressed the tentacles with their tongues and fingers, stimulating their most sensitive areas. The lubricated tentacles entangled and caressed their bodies, deftly removing their undergarments and panties. The Miao girl, suspended in mid-air, was aroused even more intensely by the increasingly excited tentacles. With a shudder, a white, cloudy liquid flowed from her vagina, mouth, and anus. The tentacles ejaculated inside her; because the quantity was so great, thick semen flowed from her mouth to her nose. Unable to control herself, her vaginal fluids flowed even more, and she had reached several orgasms…

As the tentacles experienced their ejaculation pleasure, a large head emerged from the pool!

It was a green, human-faced water snake with crimson hair on its head. The snake opened its gaping maw and swallowed the lower half of the Miao girl whole!

Its sharp, razor-sharp fangs, like giant blades, mercilessly and brutally pierced the Miao girl's body, tearing apart her beautiful, fair skin and ripping her upper and lower body apart. The sudden, excruciating pain shot directly into the Miao girl's mind! Transforming into immense agony, she immediately screamed in agony…

“Waaah! It hurts so much… Help… My… my body… is separated… Mother… it hurts so much… I… I… don't want… to die…”

After a violent struggle, the Miao girl screamed and wailed in agony for half an hour. Her innocent face was contorted with pain, veiled by sorrow, misery, and a deathly pale expression.

Her eyes, originally filled with the agony of being torn apart, were now swollen with tears, her clear black and white pupils now filled with sobs

. Yet, even with her tears, she couldn't wash away or suppress the pain for even a moment, nor could she stop the excruciating agony. Gradually, her consciousness began to blur, her eyes couldn't focus, her pupils lost focus, her breathing ceased, and her heartbeat slowed…

"Save me… please…"

Before she could finish speaking, the human-faced snake swallowed the remaining upper half of the Miao girl whole. Upon

closer inspection, it was another human-faced snake!! Another human-faced snake with yellow hair…

The three women, seeing the two snakes, showed expressions of satisfaction. Even with the blood everywhere, they weren't afraid; instead, they worked even harder, using their bodies to please the tentacles, and began to have intercourse.

"Great… I finally succeeded! The Water Demon Beast has finally truly resurrected!" At this moment, the old man in black robes embroidered with a crescent moon spoke; he was the Moon Worship Cult Leader of the Black Miao tribe.

This human-faced water snake is actually the Water Demon Beast. Legend has it that the Water Demon Beast was one of the demonic beasts summoned by the wicked Chi You, or some say it was a monstrous beast sealed in the Yellow River by Yu the Great. In any case, the Water Demon Beast is a harbinger of disaster.

The leader of the Moon Worship Cult always knew that his status made it difficult to become a true king, so he consulted ancient texts, hoping to find an effective alternative to an army. Finally, he found records of the Demon Beast. When Chi You left Miao territory, he led the Demon Beast to conquer the Central Plains. Although Nuwa had subdued the Water Demon Beast beforehand, the other demonic beasts Chi You brought had already greatly troubled the Yellow Emperor. The Yellow Emperor ultimately had to summon the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden to defeat the army. But what if the Demon Beast were to return to this land?

A thousand years have passed, and now no one knows how to subdue demonic beasts, nor have any records of controlling them been found. But the Moon Worship Cult Leader did not give up. He spent decades researching and creating all sorts of strange and monstrous demonic beasts. Gradually, he found an Earth Demonic Beast. Although the ritual to resurrect it failed, the Earth Demonic Beast lost its legs, right eye, and left hand; its right hand was twisted into a sharp blade. It was perpetually hungry, yearning to devour flesh and blood, hoping to become its own remains—but this was impossible. Therefore, it could never fill its stomach, nor satisfy its carnal and gluttonous desires…

Yet, the Moon Worship Cult Leader still managed to control it.

This success fueled his research even more madly. Besides using condemned prisoners, captives, and wild beasts as living sacrifices, he later began using commoners, young girls, and even witches and spirit beasts to sacrifice to the demonic beasts!

Today, he captured a Bai Miao girl, a Bai Miao priestess, who followed the high priest in worshipping the golden-winged phoenix of the sacred forest. The girl got separated from the main group and was captured by the warriors of the Moon Worship Cult. She was taken to the underground altar, where she was first sexually assaulted by the Water Demon Beast, and then her spirit body was devoured. Now, the Water Demon Beast is almost fully awakened, and its seven snake heads are fully mobile.

Every time it awakens, a flood comes; with each awakening head, the floodwaters rise again. This time, another torrential rain fell in Nanzhao.

The Nanzhao Imperial City is built on a high hill, and at this moment, the water level has just covered the rooftops, rising to almost touching the palace. If this continues, the entire Nanzhao will be submerged...

The three girls, dressed in yellow, blue, and purple, are struggling to swallow the thick tentacles. Even with their cherry-like mouths stuffed full, their tongues still relentlessly lick the glans!

Her delicate little hands grasped the thick tentacles and inserted them into her private parts. The hot heat of the penis rushed directly to her

head through her uterus. Even with her mouth stuffed with tentacles, she could still clearly hear the wanton moans of lust... Watching the young girl's lewd cries and the lustful scene, the old man, the Moon Worship Cult Leader, also got an erection. This old man's treasure was not only still working, but also not weak at all. Overwhelmed by desire, he couldn't help but take out his big penis and masturbate it.

The three women, in perfect unison, quickened their pace, their hips swaying more violently, each thrust pushing the tentacles deeper. Every inch of their skin, breasts, armpits, thighs—you can imagine—gently enveloped and played with each tentacle. Their mouths and tongues carefully licked along the edges of the glans. Under such sudden stimulation, each tentacle slowly became engorged with blood, turning crimson red, and then almost simultaneously, one after another, they reached orgasm, gushing out a torrent of turbid, white, obscene semen…

“Wow…so much…so much came out…”

The girl in blue raised her proud breasts, which were covered in semen. As the girl in blue licked the semen that had been shot onto her chest, a little bit of milk dripped from her hardened nipples. Upon seeing this, the other two women immediately opened their mouths and swallowed the semen along with the milk, savoring it.

"It tastes so good... Here, have some too..."

The girl in yellow unceremoniously kneaded the girl in blue's large breasts, forcefully pushing her nipples upwards so the girl in blue could taste the mixture of her milk and semen.

Only the girl in purple ignored them. Being the youngest and most petite, she climbed onto the Moon Worship Cult Leader's crotch and began to perform oral sex on him...

The girl in purple's method of oral sex was somewhat peculiar; she wrapped her cascading long hair around the Moon Worship Cult Leader's enormous penis, then grasped and licked it. The smooth, fragrant hair rubbing against his penis was a sensation the Moon Worship Cult Leader loved. Of the three women, the girl in purple was the youngest, but her technique and body were top-notch!

Not only was it soft and smooth, but it also possessed a captivating magic. The feeling of the purple-clad girl's hair entwining around the penis was pleasurable, yet it didn't cause excessive excitement. Even the fastest-ejaculating man would persevere under her hair, as if unwilling to let go of that gentle, alluring touch, wanting to enjoy that pleasure forever!

Then, the purple-clad girl's body began to heat up. Even someone as knowledgeable as the Moon Worship Cult Leader couldn't help but marvel at this phenomenon.

Every time the purple-clad girl's body entered a state of desire, her body would first heat up, burning like her soul was on fire, and then she would emit a natural, seductive fragrance that would instantly ignite a burning desire in anyone who smelled it, regardless of gender.

Moreover, the purple-clad girl's honeypot was also incredibly beautiful. The Moon Worship Cult Leader had played with countless women throughout the land, but only the wet, tender little hole of this purple-clad girl captivated him, never tiring of it.

The yellow-clad and blue-clad girls also smelled the violet-like fragrance, their entire bodies heating up. Their already erect nipples became even more prominent, and both girls lost control of their bladders. The yellow-clad girl couldn't suppress the urges in her lower body and released golden holy water. Even the lewd yellow-clad girl felt embarrassed to urinate in front of so many people, yet she enjoyed the pleasure that transformed from shame.

At the same time, the blue-clad girl's large breasts also sprayed out a large amount of smooth, sweet milk, as if she had lost control. Even without rubbing them, milk continued to gush out uncontrollably. After a while, the amount of milk decreased, but the delicious human milk that one wanted to devour in one gulp continued to flow endlessly…

The Moon Worship Cult Leader watched all this.

No one knew what he was planning, but he felt very satisfied!

But this wasn't enough! Even with the most beautiful woman he had ever known, the military power of the most powerful nation, and ferocious mythical beasts, he still hadn't conquered the world. His martial arts, though astonishing, weren't world-shaking!

He wanted to make his power so great that the entire earth would submit to him. He wanted to achieve greater things than Qin Shi Huang, have a stronger body than Chi You, and possess power that even the heavens would fear.

And... he wanted to be with the most beautiful woman in the world!!

A woman who, in his heart, was the most beautiful, radiant, and alluring, yet holy, noble, and otherworldly.

Yes!

He had fallen in love with the Witch Queen, just as Chi You had fallen in love with the goddess Nuwa.

However, the Moon Worship Cult Leader's love was a little different from ours. He didn't want to protect her, cherish her, or pamper her; he only longed to drag this perfect woman into the abyss of lust. He enjoyed watching a beauty who was originally sacred and inviolable become a promiscuous woman, a feeling that excited him and gave him wicked pleasure.

Just imagining her saintly appearance mixed with a lewd expression, begging for his large penis and gulping down his foul-smelling semen—the image was incredibly arousing!

The mere thought was enough to make him ejaculate. The unprepared girl in purple was almost overwhelmed by the sudden surge of semen. But her reaction was swift; she immediately drank every last drop, deliberately leaving a small amount to slowly dribble from the corner of her mouth…

“Cough…too much, I can’t take it…”

Pretending to choke on the excessive semen in her mouth, coupled with her alluring expression, would give a man a false sense of superiority, a greedy and demanding sense of superiority regarding his sexual prowess. More than martial arts or power, sexual ability is one of the skills men pursue throughout their lives. However, this is something that cannot be forced. Therefore, a woman who knows how to showcase a man's sexual prowess at the right time will always be popular with men.

"Bite it, don't waste it."

Not wanting to waste a single drop of semen, the other two women kissed the purple-clad girl's entire body, feasting on her smooth, youthful flesh like dew.

The purple-clad girl felt a little strange; under the magic of her hair, any man could fully enjoy himself, but never reach orgasm so quickly and suddenly...

During the kisses and caresses of his penis, the purple-clad girl worked especially hard, because she knew her master was thinking of another woman. A beautiful woman whose mere thought could excite her to the point of being unable to resist her undefeated hair magic, a stunningly beautiful woman!

There might only be one such person in the world...

They wouldn't allow anyone to steal their master's heart. Since that's the case...

'Then let's make our master so happy that he can't find other women!' The three women simultaneously made this decision, and disrespectfully pushed the Moon Worship Cult Leader down, riding on his body for pleasure.

Don't worry! The night is still long, as long as our master doesn't think about that damned slut, my hair won't let you off so easily!

Watching the three women's actions, the cult leader felt displeased, yet also gratified.

He had managed to imbue them with their own will, while simultaneously keeping them under his control! This meant his puppet spell could achieve the same effect even without the mind-controlling poison.

At this moment, the deadly scent of violets assaulted his nostrils again, and the cult leader's lower body hardened once more.

"Hahahaha, good! I'll play with you for a bit, but don't play too long. I need to save my energy to deal with the Great King!"

The cult leader's target was actually the Witch King!?

The three women playfully said, "Master doesn't need to use even a fraction of his power to deal with the Great King. Why don't you play with us?"

Leaning against the cult leader's strong body, the three women affectionately kissed their master.

At the same time, they revealed lewd smiles like little devils... ( The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate text fragment: "

Blushing red, trapped in a purple boat, a wolf entering a dangerous gate, disaster is imminent.

Three Wood Water Prison Flame Array, burning head flames kill instantly!")

After the five defeated generals, General Shenwu, and his thousand disciples departed from the capital, the emperor simultaneously sent messages by carrier pigeon to various regions, ordering their armies to assemble at the passes in Sichuan. As the saying goes, "the army arrives before the supplies," and by this time, batches of military provisions had already been stockpiled within the passes.

The journey from the capital to the passes would take approximately three days, but on the second day, the five defeated generals, who did not need to lead troops, had already arrived at the passes a day earlier to count the arriving soldiers and supplies.

Two of the defeated generals received orders from the emperor to ride their warhorses south to inspect the area southwest of the Central Plains, encompassing Sichuan and Yunnan. Lingshan was located west of Sichuan, beyond which lay the territory of the Bai Miao people. Wu Molong observed the two for a while and noticed that they were particularly close, likely friends or brothers.

Two days later, except for Shenwu, all the armies from various regions had assembled in Sichuan.

Shenwu began to assign manpower, especially emphasizing the need for extreme caution among the generals and soldiers left to guard Sichuan. Shenwu naturally wanted to entrust this task to Wumolong, whom he loathed.

He certainly didn't care about the position of the defeated general; Wumolong had been loyal from the previous emperor to the present, already a general second only to the emperor. Shenwu was a content man, and it was this very nature that allowed the emperor to be at ease with the person closest to him. And it was precisely for this reason that the emperor needed an enemy to threaten him.

However, when the young Wumolong could fight the aged Shenwu to a draw, Shenwu knew perfectly well…

his position was no longer secure.

Even if he didn't covet power, Shenwu couldn't allow this treacherous person to gain merit and elevate his own status! But his wishful thinking still didn't work out.

On the morning of the seventh day, the emperor issued an urgent order, demanding that the defeated general be the vanguard in attacking the second city of the Black Miao, 'Black Wind Town'!

On the battlefield, the frontline troops usually didn't survive, but they also gained the greatest merit!

Therefore, when the soldiers on the front lines survive, almost all the credit goes to one person.

In terms of martial arts, Wu Molong was able to fight Shenwu to a draw back then, and now he has been personally instructed in martial arts by the emperor. His strength is beyond doubt. Even if his military strategy is not as good as Shenwu's decades of experience in commanding troops, he can still survive in the chaos of war.

More importantly, Shenwu had led his troops to attack the Demon Stronghold. On that day, his soldiers were utterly defeated by Shi Jiaolong's schemes. Shenwu was unaware that Shi Jiaolong was his strategist, believing it was all Wu Molong's doing. Wu Molong, of course, wouldn't easily reveal these trump cards. Even the people of the Demon Stronghold only knew that he had a beautiful confidante by his side, and that during meetings, the stronghold leader was always with this woman. They didn't know that all the plans were secretly told to Wu Molong by this beautiful young woman, who then relayed them to him. Even the emperor and his son only knew that Wu Molong had placed a curse on Shi Jiaolong, and that these trivial matters required a Dragon Blood Pill to break the curse.

Wu Molong knew that his greatest advantage wasn't martial arts, but the woman who had always been by his side.

But now, this woman was gone…

or perhaps she was on the enemy's side. What should he do?

If he encountered her, even if he could win, could he defeat her strategies?

What had always been his most powerful weapon was now being used against him, a feeling that was extremely unpleasant. Did Wu Molong have any weapons to counter this?

Yes!

Although Shi Jiaolong was Wu Molong's brain, it didn't mean he couldn't think.

On the contrary, he enjoyed thinking about such things, but he simply couldn't keep up with Shi Jiaolong. Before Shi Jiaolong was afflicted by the Bewitching Gu, the two had argued over differing opinions.

Of course, after being afflicted by the Bewitching Gu, Wu Molong became completely obedient to her.

It was simple: whatever his opinion, Shi Jiaolong would immediately agree. This didn't mean Wu Molong's thinking was brilliant; it was simply the effect of the spell. Wu Molong wasn't stupid; of course, he wouldn't put his subordinates at risk.

After receiving this second military order, he pondered in his tent.

He thought about the many battles he and Shi Jiaolong had fought together, how they used troops, and their strategies!

The tactics of the past could certainly be deciphered now, but what about on the ever-changing battlefield? Wu Molong struggled to gain an advantage in this war by sifting through a mountain of information, but to no avail...

This battle was different from previous ones. The Black Miao tribe was now engulfed by a great flood, and all of Wu Molong's previous battles had been land-based. Although the Black Miao were also not adept at naval warfare, Wu Molong didn't want to let go of this golden opportunity to win.

So, he made a decision.

He consulted with General Shenwu. After decades of warfare, Shenwu was most skilled in naval warfare, which was why he was still fighting at the age of sixty.

This surprised even Shenwu.

He had always thought Wu Molong was arrogant and conceited, and while Shenwu wasn't intolerant, he also didn't want Wu Molong to win. He had only casually pointed out a few key points!

Why ask someone who disliked him for advice?

Wu Molong didn't think Shenwu would reveal all his insights, but if Shenwu wanted him to die, he could simply do the opposite of what Shenwu suggested. He

just hadn't expected... that things would become even more complicated.

The next day.

The army had already prepared ships for their march across the Sichuan waterways.

If all went smoothly, they would reach Black Sand Town

in just one day! That very night,

Wu Molong was jolted awake by a deafening roar!

"Lieutenant General! What happened?"

"Master, it's an enemy attack!"

Wu Molong immediately went to the deck. The vanguard consisted of five ships, each commanded by a defeated general, with Chu Ba Yu's ship at the forefront.

Looking ahead, there was only a small warship with dozens of Black Miao warriors lined up, and behind them stood three shamans.

"Damn it! It's Black Miao shamans! All soldiers, listen up! Hold on to what you have!"

A bright red light flashed in the sky, and hundreds of fireballs rained down, as if the end of the world had arrived. Each fireball burned intensely red-hot, and a sudden gust of wind made the soldiers feel unbearably hot; the temperature of the fireballs was unimaginable.

Most of the soldiers had never seen such a mystical art before.

They completely ignored Wu Molong's words, either standing still or jumping into the water to desert. However, as soon as they entered the water, they were bitten and poisoned by strange fish, venomous snakes, and other strange creatures.

"Lieutenant General!"

"Yes...yes!!"

"Pass down the order, tell the helmsman to turn back, retreat three miles, and send a messenger by carrier pigeon to order him to rejoin the main army at Chiligong Town."

"Yes!! Pass the order..."

Before the vice general could turn around, Wu Molong shouted.

"Defeated generals, listen to my command!!"

A voice came from all four ships at the same time: "Yes!!"

"I am Chu Bayu. From now on, the troops on the five ships will be led by the defeated generals of the second ship, and everything must be done according to his orders."

A powerful voice came from the right: "Understood! Master, what are you going to do?"

"I'll hold them off!!"

Hold them off!?

The soldiers all thought they had misheard. Under such divine power and strange abilities, who could hold them off!?

Little did they know, Chu Ba Yu was also a follower of the same path, leaping forward to face hundreds of fireballs...

"Playing with fire? In the entire Black Miao region, perhaps only my master is better at playing with fire than me!!"

With that, he channeled his inner energy, which surged forth from his hands, rapidly transforming into two blazing flames. Even the captains of the two ships had never seen such domineering fire-based martial arts in the Central Plains.

Wu Molong then raised both hands to the sky, gathering energy in mid-air before thrusting out with both palms!

A deafening roar erupted, and five fire dragons flew from Wu Molong's palms, swirling and thrashing about, baring their fangs and claws, opening their blood-red maws and swallowing the fireballs one by one!

"Ah..."

This was the strongest level of Elder Shi's most powerful martial art, the Fire Dragon Palm, known as the 'Blazing Dragon Spitting Flames Palm.' It consisted of nine levels, each capable of unleashing a sky-devouring fire dragon. Aside from Elder Shi, almost every warrior qualified to become a Moon Worship Hall warrior was eligible to practice it. The reason Wu Molong rose to the top of the warrior ranks in such a short time was because he mastered this move to the fifth level within three years.

Now, his strongest trump card should be the seventh level Fire Dragon Palm.

After being instructed in martial arts by the Emperor, Wu Molong had indeed made great progress, even enhancing his original martial arts, breaking through to the seventh level with this move, but he had never used it, not even when facing the Emperor! To conceal his final strength, he had only used it up to the sixth level at most.

Looking back at the sky, the five fire dragons had already swallowed the fireball. Wu Molong then ordered them to do the rest... He gathered strength in his hands and pressed down on the river. The five fire dragons immediately turned and surged onto the river surface in a powerful, surging motion!

Boom!

The force of the five fire dragons was extraordinary; their impact caused the small river to surge with waves several meters high, pushing the distance between the two boats away from the Martial Demon Dragon.

"Go! Hurry up, don't let them catch up! I'll go and wipe them out!!"

he roared at the fleet, though he himself was also swallowed by the giant wave. Despite this, Wolf and Dog were both natural swimmers, and he moved nimbly like a fish in the water, approaching the Miao boat.

The river, originally teeming with poisonous creatures, had been wiped out by the devastating blow. While lightning strikes are most effective in water, fire was equally effective against aquatic monsters that were not adapted to it!

As Wu Molong swam, he also grabbed one or two large water snakes and bit off their gallbladders.

This protected him from the deadly poison in their flesh and blood, and also allowed him to replenish his internal energy. Then, Wu Molong dove down, found a foothold, and leaped onto the deck of the Miao boat.

Soaked to the bone, Wu Molong instinctively shook his head violently, trying to dry himself off, looking quite like a puppy.

But…

nothing happened as expected.

No one screamed, no one attacked.

No, there was no one here at all!!

Everyone was gone!? Oh

no! We've fallen for their trap!!

Wu Molong observed the warship's paint: a fiery red tinged with purple, its masts and decks a blazing orange, the hull entirely made of wood—wood fueling fire. Flags fluttered at the bow, potted plants surrounded the ship, and the cabins were filled with scrolls, cloth, flowers, grass, and paper—all wood-based materials. Yet, the surrounding waves were raging, trapping him in this place where water extinguishes pure fire. A single match would instantly turn any mortal into a roasted pig.

Just as he was about to turn and escape, he saw three wizards already on the shore chanting incantations. Each wielded an ivory staff, a ghost-headed knife, and a spirit stone bead, using their own magic. In no time, heavenly fire, beacon fire, and thunderous fire rained down, turning the warship into a sea of flames.

"Damn it..."

Wu Molong, though not inherently afraid of fire, felt the unbearable heat. Without thinking, he mustered all his strength to break free of the fiery inferno, but as soon as he jumped out of the wall of fire, he regretted it.

Fifteen Wu Clan warriors were scattered in four directions, forming groups of four, each guarding the Zhen (East), Li (South), Dui (West), and Kan (North) positions. Directly above them, a small warrior was being pulled by several large eagles, soaring through the sky.

Fourteen warriors each unleashed fourteen palm strikes, all aimed directly at the fire ship. The fifteenth warrior also unleashed a powerful palm strike from the air!

Fifteen streams of true energy, combined with the four cardinal directions, swirled and shifted, forming a fierce wind that swept towards the warship. The raging dragon-like wind and flames attacked the suspended Martial Demon Dragon.

No weaker than its own fire dragon attack, the Martial Demon Dragon was caught off guard and struck hard, plunging into the sea of fire.

The flames on the ship burned even more fiercely due to the water flow. With all four directions controlled and enemies lying in ambush above, what could be done?

In a short while, within a quarter of an hour, the entire warship was reduced to ashes.

Only a few unidentifiable pieces of charred wood remained. Wu Molong, engulfed in the flames, made no further attempt to escape. Was he destined to burn to death in the inferno?

Of course not!!

Just as several Black Miao warriors were about to board the boat to investigate, a crimson wolf pounced from the water!

"What!?"

"What kind of monster is this!?"

The Black Miao were known for their skill in raising poisonous insects and giant beasts, but they had rarely seen an animal as large as a crimson wolf. Even so, the appearance of the crimson wolf shocked them.

However, unlike the people of the Central Plains, they had more experience dealing with strange beasts and were not surprised. Several of the bolder ones even rushed forward to attack.

Wu Molong, already trapped in the flames and seeing no way to escape in any direction, had a flash of inspiration and devised a plan to escape by water.

In the water, Wu Molong feared other magical beasts, but in this situation, he had no other choice. He forcefully smashed through the deck, attempting to escape through the water...

However, he hadn't expected the Miao boat's hull to be so sturdy. It seemed the boat was designed to set up this fire formation. Regardless of the danger, Wu Molong used his inner strength to relentlessly smash through the hull!

Normally, Wu Molong could shatter a boat with his brute force alone, but this boat was strangely hard. So, disregarding the fact that it would intensify the fire, he charged down with all his might!

Finally, at the last moment, Wu Molong broke free of the boat, escaping the fire. Fortunately, they had overlooked a trap in the water.

However, Wu Molong had just exhausted himself and had held his breath underwater for a long time using the tortoise breathing technique.

Unbeknownst to him, he reverted to his original form, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Then, as the Black Miao warriors approached, Wu Molong pounced ashore and fled towards the river mouth...

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the nearby rocky hill, a man was watching intently.

This man was an old man, but his muscles were bulging and his eyes were piercing—a face Wu Molong recognized very well...

especially his white beard and the eyeband he wore over his left eye.

This one-eyed old man, who else could it be but Elder Shi!?

This shock was immense. Without thinking, Wu Molong turned left and fled towards the stone forest...

Because he rushed too fast, he slipped and fell. Just as he was about to regain his footing, the ground suddenly sank!!!!

A trap!?

Not knowing what sharp object was stuck below, Chi Lang immediately transformed back into human form, intending to use his lightness skill to leap up. He found a foothold in mid-air, but unexpectedly, something like silk threads wrapped around his feet.

Because of the reaction force from being entangled and jumping, Wu Molong was pulled under the silk threads, and something resembling a spider web tightly stuck to him...

"Damn it!! Go to hell!! You think a mere Immortal Binding Rope can trap me, Wu Molong? Old man, you underestimate your disciple!!!"

Now that his identity was exposed, Wu Molong no longer bothered to hide anything, but strangely, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the silk threads binding him.

"What!?"

He exerted his strength again, but this time not only did he fail to break free, Wu Molong also felt a sharp pain!

"Ahhh... ya!!! What... what the hell is this!?"

"Don't struggle, no one can untangle the 'Spider Acid Threads'."

Looking up, he saw Elder Shi sitting at the cave entrance, looking at him, speaking in a female voice.

"You're not Elder Shi!"

"Of course I'm not. Does Elder Shi need all this effort to capture someone?"

With that, she tore off her human skin mask, revealing herself to be a young, beautiful, and resourceful girl…

Wu Molong knew a girl like that.

He constantly thought about her…

Even just now, the girl gave him a familiar feeling, as if she were the same person.

But… it wasn't her!

Wu Molong was somewhat disappointed. He desperately wanted to see the girl he longed for, yet at the same time, he didn't want her to see his current state of disgrace.

Caught in this contradiction, this girl, who seemed so much like Shi Jiaolong, entered his world…

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