[Wuxia] Long Hui's Male Concubine (Complete) - 31

Chapter Six: Demonic Aura and Evil Shadows.

Lu Mingluan was quite satisfied with luring and killing the pursuers. He led his army to wait behind the forest. Just then, the sound of a snake's tongue was heard, and a beautiful, alluring woman emerged, carrying the corpse of a celestial being. This woman was none other than Teng Ji.

Lu Mingluan personally responded, praising, "Under heaven, only you, Teng Ji, can utilize the Heaven-Mending Assassination Technique to such a level."

Teng Ji tossed the corpse to the ground, saying indifferently, "You flatter me."

Lu Mingluan glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Cut off this wretch's head and hang it on the city wall for all to see!" Chi Shi responded with a "Yes," and, wielding his large ring-bladed sword, grabbed the celestial being's head by the hair and held it in his hand.

Just as the head was severed, a cold wind swept in, accompanied by eerie laughter. A strange figure appeared, with small cheeks, red shoulders, and eyes flashing with a sinister light.

Lu Mingluan's brows furrowed slightly with displeasure. She snorted, "Night Wanderer, what brings you here?"

The strange man was none other than Night Wanderer, one of the Ten Great Ghost Kings of the Fiend Domain. He smiled and said, "I have come on my lord's orders to fulfill our agreement with the Dragonscale Army."

Long Hui had already informed her of the agreement before leaving, so Lu Mingluan wasn't surprised. However, she didn't want him to take advantage of her, so she said, "I can give you the corpses, but I have already issued a decapitation order. You cannot have their heads!"

Lu Mingluan had lived in the Fiend Domain for a long time and was very familiar with their method of creating corpse soldiers. The weakness of corpse soldiers was their heads. Once the heads of the corpses were cut off, the corpse soldiers could no longer be created.

Night Wanderer smiled insincerely and said, "Military orders are like mountains. Your Highness Lu has her own difficulties. I will take the corpses below. As for the corpses of the Western Region soldiers in the forest... I will take care of them for Your Highness."

Lu Mingluan's jade-like face darkened. She turned around, flicked her sleeves, and led her men away.

Back in Jinling, Lu Mingluan went directly to see Luo Qingyan and recounted the battle in detail. Luo Qingyan

beamed with joy, clapping her hands in praise, "Junior sister, you are truly skilled! If it weren't for you, I would have been in a complete mess." Lu Mingluan smiled and said, "Sister, you're too kind. If it weren't for your strategic planning, I wouldn't have had the chance to show my abilities."

Luo Qingyan affectionately pulled her to sit beside her, saying, "Sister's tactics are decisive and ruthless. With you by my side, the demon race's strength can be fully unleashed."

Last night's battle, although it didn't fundamentally damage Cangcheng, severely damaged morale. The south wall was destroyed, the elite troops were defeated, and the fierce general was killed, filling the command tent with a heavy atmosphere.

Sitting in the main seat of the command tent was a military officer, none other than the deputy commander of the Western Regions army and the deputy leader of the Haotian Sect, Cang Shihai.

Zhang Huanyu suffered internal injuries in the battle with Su Ming, so this battle was entirely in Cang Shihai's charge, or rather, Cang Shihai was beginning to transfer military power to his relatives.

Besides the commander's seat, the various generals and officials were already seated, including Jin Ziyi and Yin Fangxi.

Cang Shihai frowned deeply, his face ashen, and asked his subordinates, "What were our casualties in last night's battle? Report back quickly!"

The general replied, "The enemy who launched the surprise attack last night numbered about three thousand. Our losses were mainly outside the city, totaling thirty-six thousand."

Cang Shihai's eyes flashed with venomous fire, and he sneered, "Well, well, our army has once again been defeated by the enemy with fewer troops. You generals are truly capable."

The general swallowed hard and said, "Reporting to the deputy commander, besides those killed by the enemy, many of our soldiers were crushed, blown up, or burned to death..."

"Enough!"

Cang Shihai shouted, "Are you trying to annoy me enough?!"

The general immediately fell silent.

Yin Fangxi and Jin Ziyi's eyes flashed with disdain, seemingly looking down on the deputy commander who was taking his anger out on his subordinates.

Cang Shihai seemed to notice their gazes as well, cursing inwardly, "Two pedantic scholars! My brother will wipe out the Confucian school sooner or later, let's see how long you can be so arrogant!"

Jin Ziyi said calmly, "If the deputy commander has nothing else, I'll go and take care of my duties!"

With that, she turned and left the command tent without looking back. Yin Fangxi said goodbye and left as well. Cang Shihai felt his cheeks burning, his chest almost bursting with rage.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

Cang Shihai slammed his fist on the table and roared, driving all the generals out of the tent.

Looking at the empty command tent, his mood calmed down slightly, but a hint of resentment arose in his heart: "What exactly is my elder brother up to? Why not attack Muzhou? Why insist on taking on this tough nut of Jinling?"

Before his doubts subsided, he heard footsteps coming from outside. Cang Shihai said rather unhappily, "Didn't I tell you not to bother me if there's nothing wrong!"

Before he finished speaking, a soft laugh rang out: "The deputy commander is quite hot-tempered."

Upon hearing this voice, Cang Shihai trembled and hurriedly got up to greet him. He saw a Taoist with his hands behind his back slowly stepping into the tent. It was none other than Cang Shitian's avatar—Shen Yuan.

Cang Shihai cupped his hands and said, "I was rude, please forgive me, elder brother."

Shen Yuan said, "I know you suffered a defeat, and I'm afraid you have some complaints about my decisions."

Cang Shihai lowered his head and said, "I dare not."

Shen Yuan laughed and said, "We are brothers by blood, how could I, as your elder brother, possibly misunderstand what you're thinking?"

Cang Shihai felt his hands and feet turn icy cold, and cold sweat poured down his back.

Shen Yuan sighed and said, "The reason I stationed troops at Cangling was to take swift and decisive action against Jinling."

Cang Shihai said, "But... Jinling is still protected by an array."

Shen Yuan revealed a strange look and said, "Do you remember the spell Yun Zong mentioned before his death, called the Gathering Yin and Reversing Yang Array?"

Cang Shihai nodded and said, "Back then, the demon race tried to break through the Heavenly Net Array with the Six Yin Ferocious Yuan, but they were outmaneuvered by this array within an array, and almost suffered annihilation." (Broadcast break: Still relying on your own hands? How can that be satisfying?) Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Shen Yuan revealed a sinister smile and said, "Shi Hai, do you think I sacrificed an avatar to infiltrate Jinling just to get a few words out of that brat surnamed Long?"

Cang Shi Hai suddenly realized and couldn't help but praise, "Your Majesty is indeed a brilliant strategist, I admire you."

Shen Yuan laughed, "Now that you know, then cheer up, revitalize the army, wipe out Jinling, and annihilate the rebels!"

Wuyuan is rich in water and grass, with flat and vast terrain, making it a good place for grazing horses. On the vast grassland stands a towering mountain called Jueying Mountain, a hundred feet high, easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is where Tianma Manor is located.

The vast grasslands at the foot of Jueying Mountain were bustling with activity. Cattle and horses grazed, and the roads were laden with wine, meat, and musical instruments. Many men and women, dressed in bright clothes, chatted and laughed, walking in small groups towards Tianma Manor.

Meng Ke and his companions, disguised as merchants offering birthday greetings, mingled with the crowd. They ascended the man-made stone steps to the mountaintop, where they saw a manor with a grand gate and high walls, surrounded by willow groves, its pink and white walls winding like ribbons.

As they approached, they saw a large crowd gathered before the manor—people from all walks of life, from the underworld and the legitimate world, from martial arts circles to government officials, and from all sorts of social classes. The gatekeepers welcomed all visitors with great hospitality.

Kong Qiu asked in a low voice, "Miss Du, Tianma Manor welcomes all comers. If just anyone comes in to eat for free, wouldn't that be a real eyesore?"

Du Jiao replied, "Tianma Manor is located at the border of the Western Regions and the Northern Frontier, and the population is sparse. Apart from the local people, these guests are guests who have come from the Central Plains. There are only two or three thousand guests in total. The manor can afford to provide a few meals."

Wuyuan is actually a vast region, not just a single city. The residents here live similarly to those on the grasslands. Except for a few places with fertile fields, most people make a living by herding livestock and have no fixed abode. Tianma Manor is located near a vast grassland stretching for thousands of miles. Herdsmen graze their livestock everywhere, and even if they want to come to celebrate a birthday, they have to travel for seven or eight days.

Following the lead servants, the guests entered the Qionghua Garden one after another. A grand banquet was set up in the courtyard, with maids and servants carrying wine and dishes. The scenery in the courtyard was breathtaking, with red flowers and green willows, a clear lake and elegant pavilions, strange rocks and artificial mountains, and everything else imaginable. It was almost comparable to the Imperial Garden.

A servant approached Meng Ke and his entourage, bowed, and said, "Gentlemen, you are unfamiliar faces. May I ask where you come from?"

Meng Ke replied, "My name is Dong Liang, from Hedong. I have a great fondness for fine horses. I came here specifically to attend the birthday celebration of Master Du, hoping to have the opportunity to acquire one of the fine steeds trained by your esteemed estate."

Before coming to the estate, Meng Ke had already discussed with Du Jiao that they would pretend to be merchants who came seeking horses. Since many guests at Tianma Manor's annual birthday banquet came with the intention of acquiring horses, this would be a good way to conceal their identities.

The servant said, "So it's Master Dong. This way, please."

The servant led Meng Ke and the others to the banquet hall on the west side. After everyone was seated, Meng Ke asked Du Jiao in a low voice, "Miss Du, was that servant from the manor?"

Du Jiao nodded slightly and said, "Yes, those bandits took over the manor in a very short time, and the fierce battle took place in the inner courtyard. Many servants didn't know the truth, which is why they weren't in a hurry to silence them."

Murong Xi, understanding her thoughts, completed her sentence: "The bandits who attacked that day were extremely skilled in martial arts. They bypassed the outer disciples and broke into the inner courtyard, Du Manor..." The family of three was having a meal when they were subdued.

Meng Ke whispered, "It seems we need to find a way into the inner courtyard, otherwise it will be difficult to find clues about the master and mistress."

Su Hejun winked at Meng Ke, who followed his wife's gaze and saw a man in a warrior's robe patrolling the tree-lined path not far away. The man had a sallow complexion, sinister eyes, and wore steel protective gear on his hands and feet. This gear was extremely special; the leg guards covered his knees, and the hand guards were very fine, covering his fingers and even the knuckles, as if he had iron hands and feet.

Meng Ke whispered, "This man's aura is tight and long, clearly a master who cultivates both internal and external strength. He would never have such a sickly sallow complexion; he must be wearing a human skin mask."

Su Hejun transmitted her voice, "Sister, does your manor have such a guard?"

Du Jiao shook her head.

Meng Ke said, "Nine times out of ten, he's a henchman planted by the Haotian Sect."

Su Hejun smiled slightly, revealing her pearly white teeth, and said, "Husband, please don't worry, let me test him!"

Meng Ke was reluctant to agree, but meeting his wife's almost pleading gaze, his heart softened: "Alright, just be careful."

Su Hejun nodded slightly, slowly stood up, picked up a pot of wine, and pretended to admire the scenery around her, subtly walking towards the Iron-Handed Man.

The Iron-Handed Man, with his eyes scanning all directions, immediately became alert upon seeing someone approaching.

Su Hejun bowed to the man with the iron hand and said, "This brother has a unique appearance and must be an extraordinary person. I am Liang Wucheng from Hedong. May I ask your name?"

Su Hejun was dressed in a scholar's robe and disguised as a man. She held a folding fan in her left hand and a wine pot in her right. She was naturally beautiful, and now that she was dressed as a man, she had a handsome air about her, comparable to a prince. In addition, her husband was a scholar, and under his influence, she had a refined and elegant demeanor in every move. Even when she was carrying a wine pot, she did not look like a vulgar person, but rather like a romantic and elegant young man who enjoyed flowers and the moon.

Iron Hand glanced at her a few times, secretly admiring her demeanor. He then suppressed his hostility and said, "My humble name is not worth mentioning. I am merely a guard, responsible for protecting the manor. I hope you will forgive any shortcomings in my etiquette, young master."

This man's response was neither humble nor arrogant, showing that he was no ordinary person. Su Hejun became even more determined in her mind.

"Hehe, it was my carelessness, brother, please don't take offense!"

Su Hejun apologized, pretending to drop the wine pot as she spoke. The man with the iron hand reacted extremely quickly, catching the pot in a flash and handing it back to Su Hejun, saying, "Young master, be careful."

Su Hejun gratefully accepted the pot and smiled, "Thank you."

The man with the iron hand said, "The banquet hasn't officially started yet. Young master, you can take a stroll in the Qiong Garden. Although Tianma Manor is remote, the scenery is quite unique."

Su Hejun bowed and then casually walked around the courtyard, thinking to herself, "There are hundreds of guests in Qiong Garden, and people come and go. The Haotian Sect would never imprison someone here. Moreover, they know that Sister Du escaped, so they must have already moved the manor owner and his wife to another place, making it even more difficult to find them."

After circling around, she returned to her seat.

Meng Ke and the others immediately turned to her with questioning gazes. Su Hejun uttered a startling statement: "That man's hands were already severed, so he had a pair of iron hands attached."

Meng Ke frowned and asked, "Hejun, how did you come to this conclusion?"

Su Hejun said, "I deliberately dropped the wine pot just now, and that man caught it. The moment his iron hands touched the wine pot, I heard a very crisp sound from the iron hands, indicating that they were hollow inside."

Meng Ke nodded and said, "That's quite right. It seems that this man's feet are also fake."

Du Jiao asked curiously, "If the iron hands are fake, how did he catch the wine pot?"

Murong Xi said, "Those iron hands are made so realistically that even..." The fingers were so lifelike that if one channeled internal energy into the gaps in the iron hand, it would be indistinguishable from a real hand. Since both hands were severed, the feet must also be fake.

Su Hejun said, "Although they are prosthetics, the iron is hard, so their attack power is actually stronger."

Meng Ke whispered, "There are no two sides to every needle. Although he can control the prosthetic hand with internal energy, it also consumes more energy. When we fight him in the future, we only need to avoid his sharp edge, move around and fight, and it will not be difficult to win."

Just as everyone was discussing, they suddenly heard a servant shout, "The heads of the two great families, the Murong family and the Beicheng family, have arrived!"

Murong Xi and Beicheng Lu's expressions changed drastically, and panic flashed in their eyes.

Meng Ke asked, "Why are you two so surprised?"

Murong Xi exclaimed, "Ah... it's a long story."

Seeing his evasive words, Kong Qiu asked, "Young Master Murong, you didn't tell your father the whole story, did you?"

Murong Xi sighed, "That day, Little Chili came to see me secretly. As soon as I heard about this, I immediately took her to find Long Hui. I didn't have time to tell the old man."

Bei Cheng Lu also smiled bitterly, "Although Third Young Master told me the truth, he asked me to keep it a secret, so I didn't tell my mother either."

Meng Ke suddenly realized and whispered, "I finally understand why that imposter held the birthday banquet as usual. It turns out he wanted to lure Murong and Bei Cheng to Wuyuan and then annex both families!"

Murong Xi and Bei Cheng Lu's faces suddenly stiffened, and they were about to block their way, but Su He Jun stopped them: "Gentlemen, calm down! Since they dared to hold a birthday banquet while Miss Du has escaped, and even invited the heads of the two families, they must have made thorough preparations. Rushing out so rashly will only lead you into a trap!"

Murong Xi and Bei Chenglu calmed down and turned their gazes to Meng Ke, after all, he was their leader. Meng Ke pondered for a moment, thinking to himself, "What a clever scheme by Cang Shitian! This net is incredibly wide. First, he seized Tianma Manor, then used the birthday banquet as a pretext to lure in the heads of the two great families. Once he controls them, he can further seize their businesses, increasing his strength and planting a hidden hand in the rear of the Dragon Scale Army… This insidious plan is truly meticulously crafted!"

At this moment, Du Jiao bit her lip and said, "I can't watch Uncle Murong and Aunt Bei Cheng go into danger! I'll expose them right now!"

Confucius smiled wryly, "Please calm down, young lady. There is currently no evidence to prove that Tianma Manor has changed hands. Even if you, Miss Du, show yourself, they can deny it outright, claiming you are a fake created by demonic illusion, and then seize you without giving you any chance to speak."

Meng Ke said, "Junior brother is quite right. Ever since the Haotian Sect took over Tianma Manor, they have been in an absolute advantage. Whether the Murong and Beicheng families come to this birthday banquet or not, they are guaranteed to profit."

The manor has changed hands, the birthday banquet is fraught with danger, and then there's Cang Shi... Holding absolute power, Tian could handle any situation with ease. If the two families learned the truth from Du Jiao, they would either refuse to come to offer their birthday greetings or expose his conspiracy. In the first case, he would suffer no loss. If they chose the second, he could go with the flow, ordering the fake lord to rebuke them and then accuse them of conspiring with traitors, thus legitimately seizing the peripheral assets of the two great families. If the two families did not learn the truth, they would surely come to offer their birthday greetings, making things even simpler.

Because the two families remained neutral and forbade their own children from participating in the turmoil, Murong Xi and Bei Chenglu were unable to tell their parents, thus backfiring and giving the Haotian Sect an unexpected windfall.

Two birthday celebration processions entered from outside the garden, accompanied by gongs and drums, carrying loads and boxes. Leading them were a man and a woman. The man, around forty years old, was handsome and strikingly similar to Murong Xi, bearing a five-point resemblance to Murong Xiaohan, the head of the Murong family. The woman, around thirty-seven or thirty-eight, was mature, dignified, and elegant, exuding a noble air. She was Yao Qingru, the matriarch of the Beicheng family.

"The presence of the two patriarchs is an honor to my humble abode. I, Du Jiao, am deeply humbled. Please forgive any shortcomings in my hospitality!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in fine clothes approached.

Upon seeing this man, Du Jiao's eyes blazed with fury; she wished she could tear him to pieces.

Murong Xiaohan returned the greeting, saying, "Master Du, you are too kind.

Murong Xiaohan offers this small gift to wish you boundless happiness and longevity!" Yao Qingru also nodded, saying, "I came in haste and could not be entirely proper in my etiquette. Please forgive me, Master Du!"

The fake Du Tianyun smiled and said, "Jiangnan is currently in the midst of war. You two have braved the flames of war to travel thousands of miles to my cold and desolate land. I am deeply grateful!"

He then extended his arm, gesturing for the two to enter the banquet and personally leading them to their seats at the head of the table. With

the two heads of the family in the manor, the banquet began immediately. Servants served dishes, maids poured wine, and the guests drank heartily.

The fake Du Tianyun went from table to table toasting, and everyone rose to greet him, offering birthday wishes incessantly. The fake master of the manor smiled broadly, his manners impeccable.

When he reached Meng Ke's table, if Murong Xi hadn't used telepathy to reassure Du Jiao, she probably would have already overturned the table and fought that imposter.

After a round of toasts, the fake owner returned to the main hall to drink with Murong Xiaohan and Yao Qingru, while Meng Ke and the others had lost their appetite and were extremely anxious.

After the banquet, the manor arranged for the guests to stay in the side rooms. The Beicheng and Murong families stayed in the VIP rooms on the east side, while the other guests stayed in the side rooms on the west side.

In order not to attract attention, Meng Ke and his group complied with the manor's arrangement and stayed in the side rooms on the west side.

Meng Ke's group consisted of six people, and they were divided into two rooms. Meng Ke shared a room with Kong Qiu, while Murong Xi and Beicheng Lu were already engaged, so they also shared a room. Although Du Jiao was in love with Murong, she was not engaged, so she shared a room with Su Hejun.

As midnight approached, Bei Chenglu, deeply worried about her mother, said to Murong Xi, "Third Young Master, I need to see my mother. Will you come with me?"

Murong Xi thought for a moment and said, "I'm also worried about my old man. Let's go out together."

Bei Chenglu said, "Yes, let's be careful and not alert anyone."

So the two changed into night clothes and, under the cover of darkness, sneaked into the east wing.

They used their lightness skills to leap over the wall, but saw figures moving in the distance. They immediately hid in the bushes.

Peeking out slightly, they saw that the approaching person was the Iron Hand Strange Man.

Beside the Iron Hand Strange Man stood a tall, slender man. Judging from his gait and breathing, he was also a master.

The Iron Hand Strange Man and the tall, slender man exchanged a glance, secretly conveying their thoughts, and then walked towards them.

With each step they took, their inner strength increased, a sign of being ready to fight at any moment.

Murong Xi and Bei Chenglu's hearts tightened, and they clenched their fists, ready to strike with lightning speed as the enemy approached. Although there was the risk of their whereabouts being exposed, they couldn't afford to worry about that now.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps, five steps... The enemy was getting closer and closer. Murong Xi could even clearly hear the enemy's breathing, steady, deep, and precise—clearly the breath of a master with a high level of internal energy cultivation.

Murong Xi and Bei Chenglu's pores suddenly closed, gathering their inner strength, ready to strike. But unexpectedly, a black shadow flashed past behind the Iron Hand Man, so fast that it appeared out of nowhere.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Murong Xi would have been unable to believe their eyes; such swift movement was unbelievable.

The flying figure seemed to be deliberately provoking the Iron Hand Man and the tall man. What should have been a silent attack was instead accompanied by a deliberately loud movement. The two immediately turned around and shouted, "Who!"

The black shadow instantly rushed out of the east wing courtyard, and they immediately gave chase.

Murong Xi and Bei Chenglu breathed a sigh of relief, hesitating whether to go see their parents.

Bei Chenglu frowned and pondered for a moment, unable to let go of her mother-daughter bond, and said, "Third Young Master, I'll go find my mother."

Murong Xi sighed and said, "Alright, I'll go with you. After seeing your aunt, I also need to see my father." After

they reached an agreement, they were about to get up when they heard a whooshing sound behind them. Murong Xi immediately turned around, reached in, and grabbed a piece of paper.

Bei Chenglu was also puzzled, so she asked him to open it. The paper read: "Poison was hidden at the main banquet. Both families were captured. A substitution was made. Do not investigate further. Please be cautious!"

The two were even more shocked. Murong Xi pondered for a moment and sighed, "This person doesn't seem to have any ill intentions. Sixth Sister, it's best to be careful in this situation."

Bei Chenglu closed her eyes and thought for a moment, ultimately deciding to remain still.

Back in their room, the two immediately told Meng Ke what had happened.

Meng Ke said, "If I'm not mistaken, there are at least two of them. One deliberately lured away the two experts, while the other threw out a warning note."

Kong Qiu said, "Although the person who gave the warning didn't show any malice, we must still be careful. We need to be even more cautious at tomorrow's famous horse appraisal event. Third Young Master Murong, is everything ready?"

Murong Xi patted his bundle and said, "Don't worry, everything is ready."

Meng Ke said, "Only by exposing the fake master's face can we save the Murong and Beicheng family heads."

After leaving Jinling, Long Hui and Yu Xiuting traveled day and night, traversing the Blood Mist Forest and standing at the Gate of the Demon Realm.

Long Hui glanced at this ancient and eerie gate, calmed his mind, and tried to sense the location of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword. However, the overlapping space behind the gate made it difficult for him to obtain the aura of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.

With a flick of her sleeve, Yu Xiuting raised her voice, "Yu Xiuting of Heavenly Sword Valley has something to ask the Demon Lord. I hope you will grant me an audience!"

Her clear, sharp voice, like a blade cutting through ice and snow, contained supreme sword intent, directly piercing through the superimposed space behind the Demon Gate and reaching the depths of the Demon Realm.

As soon as her voice fell, a surge of demonic energy erupted, followed by a great earthquake, and the Demon Gate opened.

As the door slowly opened, Long Hui felt a powerful and imposing aura. Looking up, he saw a group of soldiers dressed in crimson battle robes, their ranks impeccable, their weapons like a forest of swords and spears—the valiant and skilled warriors of the Demon Realm.

Before coming to the Demon Realm, Long Hui had heard Luo Qingyan mention its general situation. The Demon Realm's military was formidable, consisting of seven major legions. These eight legions were respectively commanded by the Five Yuan Demon Lords, the Yin-Yang Twin Demons, and the Demon Lord. The White Armor, Azure Pivot, Black Armor, Crimson Robe, and Yellow Wind legions represented the five major Demon Lords of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, respectively. The Skeleton and Dark Sun legions were under the command of the Yin-Yang Twin Demons, while the Nightmare Army were the Demon Lord's personal guards and possessed the strongest combat power.

Seeing the group of demon soldiers clad in crimson robes before him, Long Hui already knew what was going on: "The Crimson Robe Army. It seems the Crimson Fire Demon Lord is guarding the gate at this hour."

The leading demon general roared, "The Valley Master of Heavenly Sword dares to demonstrate at the gates of my Demon Realm! This is intolerable!"

With that, he brandished his halberd, and the demon soldiers swarmed forward, intending to capture and kill Long Hui and Yu Xiuting.

Long Hui sarcastically remarked, "We have come with courtesy, and you treat us like this? Demon Lord, you have quite the manners!"

With that, he raised his hand, unleashing a surge of primordial energy, and with a powerful palm strike, he scattered the surrounding demon soldiers.

Yu Xiuting's sword heart stirred instantly, her sword intent spreading out, and the weapons in the demon soldiers' hands immediately became uncontrollable, trembling restlessly.

At this moment, Long Hui also unleashed his Myriad Lifetimes Weapon Spirit. The weapon's soul converged into the sword's heart, and a mysterious, yellow energy enveloped it. The demon soldiers felt a sudden heat in their hands, and their weapons vanished, hovering in mid-air, threatening to turn against their masters at any moment. They were all dumbfounded, afraid to move.

Long Hui's sword-like eyebrows twitched, and the weapon in mid-air immediately shot back, whistling down and embedding itself upside down in front of the demon soldiers. He declared with overwhelming power, "I'll spare you to return and report. I await your leader here."

Despite their numerical advantage, the demon soldiers dared not defy the emperor's authority and hastily spurred their horses to report to their superiors.

Sure enough, a moment later, a demon wielding fiery red robes swiftly arrived—it was none other than the Crimson Fire Demon Lord, Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo bowed to Long Hui and Yu Xiuting, saying, "Honored guests, I, Yan Zhuo, have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me!"

He then stepped aside, making way for them, and extended his palm in a gesture of invitation.

Yu Xiuting returned the greeting, saying, "Thank you for your trouble!"

With that, she moved her jade-like feet and headed towards the Demon Gate, Long Hui following closely behind. The two of them stepped into the Demon Realm's territory together.

The Demon Realm was divided into seven major territories, each guarded by one of the Seven Demons of Yin Yang and Five Elements. These seven territories would automatically shift and rotate every certain time, taking turns guarding the Demon Realm's gate.

Last time, the Ice and Snow Twin Beauties entered the territory of the White Bone Yin Demon, and now Long Hui and Yu Xiuting were stepping into the Blazing Sulfur City. They felt the sky was crimson, even the horizon was shrouded in fiery clouds, and the soil and sand beneath their feet were also red, as if they were walking on a volcano.

Yan Zhuo ordered his men to prepare carriages and horses, and bowed, saying, "Distinguished guests, the Demon Lord is waiting for you in the Central Yuan Domain. Please board the carriage, and my soldiers will escort you there."

The cavalrymen escorting the carriage wore fiery red armor robes, and at midday, the crimson sunlight poured onto their armor, making it shine brightly. Even Long Hui couldn't help but admire their formidable soldiers! The luxurious carriage, surrounded by guards, stood out even more, its extravagance almost excessive. Perhaps it shouldn't be called a carriage anymore; it was practically a mobile miniature palace.

The carriage itself was about ten feet high and forty feet long, and the carriage frame was almost like a real house, with eighteen wide, thick wheels covered in thick leather.

Long Hui glanced around, then he and Yu Xiuting boarded the carriage with an air of superiority. Long Hui went first into the carriage, respectfully lifting the curtain and opening the door for Yu Xiuting. This gesture served both as a sign of junior respect and as a way to assess the surroundings and ensure safety.

After confirming everything was in order, he gave Yu Xiuting a wink, and she nodded, lifting her skirt slightly as she boarded the carriage.

Long Hui stepped aside to let her enter first, then crawled in himself.

The carriage was practically a small room, complete with a tea table, cushions, potted plants, fresh flowers, a soft couch, and brocade quilts. After boarding, Yu Xiuting sat cross-legged, closing her eyes and remaining silent. Long Hui knew she was using this opportunity to cultivate her inner energy, as the Demon Lord's intentions were unclear, and a confrontation was not out of the question.

Long Hui also calmed himself and sat down to meditate. Mother and son-in-law sat cross-legged facing each other, the carriage quiet and still, save for the silent gathering of their inner energy.

The journey from Blazing Sulfur City to the center of the Demon Realm took a long time, a full two days and two nights. During this time, although the accompanying demon soldiers offered them food, Long Hui and Yu Xiuting did not taste it. For them, even going without food for a month or two would not have a significant impact. Rather than risking poisoning, they preferred to take the opportunity to replenish their energy.

The Central Yuan Domain was the center of the Demon Realm, and its spiritual energy far surpassed that of the other seven territories. It was covered with lush plants and various strange insects and beasts.

Long Hui thought to himself, "Sister Luo is right. The creatures in the Demon Realm are truly bizarre. Not to mention these insects and monsters, even these plants are full of strangeness."

Yu Xiuting glanced outside through the window and saw a monster the size of a cat or dog trying to dart into the bushes to avoid the convoy. Unexpectedly, a huge, strange flower suddenly emerged from the bushes, its stamens blooming to reveal suckers covered in barbs. The flower swallowed the monster whole.

The monster struggled incessantly, but the barbs within its suckers contained venom, which seeped into its flesh and blood. The monster quickly became powerless to resist and was devoured by the strange flower.

The crimson-robed demon soldier exuded a heavy demonic aura, deterring these aggressive plants from their advances. After passing through a narrow valley, the scenery suddenly changed, revealing magnificent palaces and imposing structures—the Ancestral Demon Palace, the highest authority in the demon realm.

Stepping off the carriage, they saw elite demon soldiers lined up ahead, seemingly welcoming them, or perhaps displaying their power, or both.

Following the demon envoy, the two entered the main hall of the demon palace. The hall was splendidly decorated, and although empty and unguarded, it exuded an invisible pressure. On a high platform sat the demon king, his gaze arrogant and domineering, displaying the imperial majesty of a ruler of a realm.

"Haha, what rare guests!"

A powerful and steady voice rang out, "The arrival of two distinguished guests brings great honor to our Demon Realm!"

As the laughter subsided, a figure slowly descended, none other than Demon Lord Duanmu Hou.

Long Hui bowed and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Demon Lord. I inquire after your well-being."

The Demon Lord chuckled, then turned his gaze to Yu Xiuting, saying, "The Valley Master's personal presence has truly surprised and delighted Duanmu."

Yu Xiuting said calmly, "The fact that the Demon Lord did not send troops to kill us has made me even more overjoyed."

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Valley Master is too kind. The war was half a year ago, but times have changed. If Tianjian Valley and the Demon Realm were to continue their conflict, it would be tantamount to suicide."

Long Hui smiled and said, "The Demon Lord has excellent eyesight. I have a letter from the Demon Queen herself. I hope the Demon Lord will not hesitate to read it."

The Demon Lord nodded and smiled, "Since it is the Demon Queen's letter, how could I be negligent?"

He then reached out to take it and opened it. After carefully reading the letter for a few moments, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "What a wicked queen! How amusing!"

Long Hui smiled mysteriously and said, "After reading this letter, I wonder what the Demon Lord's thoughts are?"

The Demon Lord said, "The Queen has already stated clearly in the letter that now that Cang Shitian has ascended to the throne, the Dragon Scale Army is the first target to be taken out. If Jiangnan falls, then these hundreds of thousands of troops will take advantage of the momentum of their great victory and march north, first breaking through Tianjian Valley, and then pacifying the Demon Realm. We are currently in the same boat."

Long Hui said, "Then what are the Demon Lord's intentions?"

The Demon Lord said, "If I wanted to oppose you, I would have already taken advantage of your fierce battle in Jiangnan to attack Tianjian Valley. However, I do not want the Cang traitor to gain such an advantage, so I have strictly ordered my subordinates not to invade Tianjian Valley."

Long Hui laughed, "The Demon Lord is indeed insightful, his judgment of the situation is remarkably accurate!"

The Demon Lord said, "This is merely a means of self-preservation. To be honest, Cang Shitian's ancestor was an outcast of the Demon Realm. Back then, when Duanmu and the Cang Clan fought for the Demon Lord's throne, the Cang Clan was defeated and banished from the Demon Realm. Cang Shitian has long harbored hatred towards me. If I were to clash with Tianjian Valley at this time, wouldn't that be giving Cang Shitian a free ride?" The Demon Lord waved the letter in his hand and said, "The Demon Queen has already informed you of the purpose of your trip. The Valley Master's request is not difficult. A mere antique from many years ago can exchange for a chance for both of us to survive. It's truly a win-win situation!"

Hearing the Demon Lord's straightforwardness, Yu Xiuting and Long Hui were somewhat doubtful.

The Demon Lord abruptly changed the subject, saying, "However, it seems that it's not conducive to the stability of our cooperation if only I unilaterally express my sincerity. I wonder how you two can demonstrate your sincerity to me?" Long Hui,

from the Seventh Desert Gobi,

countered, "Then what price does the Demon Lord expect us to pay?"

The Demon Lord smiled, "Simply ask the Valley Master to let me see the sword manuals of the three great swords of Heavenly Sword Valley."

Long Hui's anger instantly surged, and he coldly said, "Demon Lord, your request is a bit excessive! You want to exchange a mere antique for the ultimate sword techniques of Heavenly Sword Valley? You've got quite the scheme!"

The Demon Lord replied, "Not at all, not at all. This is a mutually beneficial arrangement, not a one-sided gain for me! The Heavenly Pot's Dripping Marrow, to put it nicely, is a relic of the Primordial Era; to put it bluntly, it's a completely useless antique. At least it's useless to me, but for the Valley Master, it's a lifesaver..." "This is a precious treasure, and the Demon Realm suffered heavy casualties because of this sword technique. My actions are merely to provide a guarantee for the future."

Long Hui sneered, "What a guarantee! Demon Lord, you are truly eloquent, turning black into white!"

The Demon Lord sighed, "General Long, you are a powerful figure commanding thousands of troops. You should know the difficulties of those in power. To govern, one must win the hearts of one's subjects. Although I know that we should put aside our grudges with Heavenly Sword Valley, not the entire Demon Realm can think that far ahead. In their eyes, Heavenly Sword Valley will always be an enemy. Only by requesting the Valley Master to lend the sword manual can we appease them."

The Demon Lord's words seemed sincere, but to Long Hui, they were nothing short of a veiled threat. He was about to lash out when Yu Xiuting said calmly, "Getting the sword manual is no problem. I will give it to you!"

With that, she took out a jade box from her bosom and tossed it to the Demon Lord.

"The jade box contains the secret manuals of the three great sword techniques. Would the Demon Lord like to confirm them?"

The Demon Lord took the jade box and smiled, "A sword immortal's word is as good as gold. I trust Valley Master Wu Ge!"

Long Hui transmitted his voice, "Valley Master, you're being too hasty. Even if you're handing over the sword manuals, you don't need to give him all three." Yu Xiuting smiled and replied via voice transmission, "The Heavenly Pot's Essence is an ancient relic, and this Heavenly Sword Valley sword manual was also written by our predecessors. In a sense, it's also an ancient relic. Our Heavenly Sword Valley has existed for many years, and the three supreme sword techniques passed down by our ancestor have always been the highest martial arts of Heavenly Sword Valley. Later generations have relied too much on the swordsmanship of Ancestor Mo Yang and have never thought of surpassing it. Since the Demon Lord is borrowing the sword manuals, isn't this an opportunity for Heavenly Sword Valley? I will hand over the sword manuals to the Demon Lord and wait..." "This is a disguised encouragement for Tianjian Valley to break free from the shackles of its predecessors and forge a new path in swordsmanship!"

Long Hui was slightly taken aback and sighed, "The Valley Master's magnanimity is truly beyond compare, but forging a new path in swordsmanship is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Yu Xiuting gazed at him for a moment with her beautiful eyes, then gently parted her lips and said, "Isn't there you? That day, when we debated swordsmanship in the snow, I created the Void Sword Path. As long as you are willing to help, what difficulty is there in reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship again!"

Long Hui felt a surge of heat in his chest, and his blood and qi instantly boiled. A surge of heroic spirit welled up within him, and he thought to himself, "That's right. In my previous life, the True Dragon was able to train a Mo Yang, and in this life, Long Hui will surely be able to help Tianjian Valley restart the Heavenly Path of Swordsmanship!"

The Demon Lord summoned his personal guards and said, "Quickly go to the treasury and find the Heavenly Pot's Essence!"

The guards responded with a "Yes," and went to carry out the order.

Long Hui's eyes darted around, and he said, "Demon Lord, since we've both shown goodwill, please return the Immortal Slaughtering Sword to me!"

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "The Immortal Slaughtering Sword was taken from the Haotian Sect by me. Why do you claim it as mine, General?"

Long Hui said, "The Haotian Sect wiped out my entire Long family, and they stole this Immortal Slaughtering Sword from them!"

The Demon Lord said with an "Oh," and laughed, "So the Immortal Slaughtering Sword hides such a secret. This is the first time I've heard of it."

Long Hui said, "Not having heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. This sword is an heirloom of my grandfather, and it holds great significance for me. I beg the Demon Lord to grant my request."

The Demon Lord smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case, then I dare not presume to possess it..."

Suddenly, he changed the subject, "But the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was lost due to some unforeseen events."

Long Hui asked, "What kind of unforeseen events occurred?"

The Demon Lord's expression darkened. With a smile, he said, "Your Excellency is now the dual-ranking prince consort of the demon race and the new Demon Emperor, so you should be aware of the current predicament of the Demon Realm."

Long Hui nodded and said, "I have already heard my wife mention that the Demon Realm's ley lines were damaged by the seal, causing the earth's energy to continuously leak away." The Demon Lord said, "I searched for these four immortal swords precisely to find the Myriad Demon Stone to repair the earth's ley line energy. Since coming into contact with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword and the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, I have roughly deduced the location of the stone—this stone is sealed in a peculiar space, and the four immortal swords are the keys to opening that space. A few days ago, I tried to open this otherworldly space with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, but unexpectedly, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was sucked into the otherworld and could not be retrieved!"

Saying this, the Demon Lord personally led the way, guiding the two to the backyard of the Demon Palace. As soon as they entered, they felt the air currents were chaotic and the air pressure was sometimes heavy and sometimes light. If one's cultivation was insufficient, one might not even be able to stand steadily.

Long Hui looked up and saw a gap floating in mid-air, from which violent air currents were blown out.

The Demon Lord pointed to the gap and said, "Please look, this is the entrance to the other world. When I opened my realm with demonic energy, the Immortal Slayer Sword was sucked inside."

Long Hui asked, "Does the Demon Lord know what it's like inside?"

The Demon Lord sighed, "I've sent many experts in to investigate, but they all went and never returned. Finally, I went myself. It seems there's extremely strong profound energy protecting this other world. Even when I entered, I only had a third of my cultivation left, and the deeper I went, the faster my true essence was depleted. After only three or five miles, I lost all my power and had to give up."

Long Hui asked, "What's so special about this other world?"

The Demon Lord said, "This other world is a boundless desert, filled with fierce winds and sandstorms. The environment is extremely harsh. Even someone with a fully developed cultivation can hardly move an inch, let alone someone whose cultivation is suppressed by profound energy. My subordinates all died because of this."

Although the other party didn't say it explicitly, Long Hui immediately understood his meaning—the Immortal Slayer Sword is inside; go and get it yourself! "Outrageous! This Demon Lord is truly cunning and shameless, actually using this opportunity to try and get me to find the Myriad Demon Stone for him!"

Long Hui cursed inwardly. Even if they failed to find the stone, the Demon Lord could still obtain more information about the Gobi Desert and formulate a countermeasure.

Since the other party was so cunning, Long Hui wouldn't pretend to be a gentleman and said, "In that case, I will go in myself and retrieve my grandfather's belongings. If I happen to find the Myriad Demon Stone, I will retrieve it for the Demon Lord."

The Demon Lord clapped his hands and laughed, "Then I will trouble General Long!"

Long Hui sighed, "But the Dragonscale Army is currently locked in a stalemate with the Cang Bandits, and as the commander-in-chief, I am unable to spare the time. If trouble breaks out in the army, it will be troublesome."

The Demon Lord smiled without saying a word.

Old fox, let's see how long you can keep laughing! Long Hui cursed under his breath and continued, "The Longlin Army was already far inferior to Cang Shitian's million-strong army, and now I can't get back on time. If something really happens to me... alas, Jiangnan is in grave danger. Once Cang Shitian has pacified Jiangnan and then heads north, Yanzhou will become his first target. Tianjian Valley is doomed!"

Upon hearing that Heavenly Sword Valley was in grave danger, Long Hui stopped speaking, but the deeper meaning was clear—if Heavenly Sword Valley falls, let's see how the Demon Realm survives. Cang Shitian's ancestor was driven out of the Demon Realm by your family. Anyone can surrender and live, but your Duanmu clan cannot! The Demon Lord's eyes narrowed, flashing with a vicious, cold light, and he chuckled coldly.

Long Hui said, "I wonder if the Demon Lord would be willing to lend a hand to my Dragon Scale Army?"

The Demon Lord asked, "General Long, how does the Demon Realm intend to assist?"

Long Hui said, "Yanzhou borders Jinling. I request that the Demon Lord send troops to contain them, and together with my army, we can attack the Cang bandit army." The Demon Lord pondered for a moment and said, "The Demon Realm's army will appear at the appropriate time. General, you can rest assured."

He spoke very tactfully, neither making a definitive statement nor failing to reveal his true intentions.

At this moment, Yu Xiuting spoke up, "Long Hui, I will accompany you to search for the Immortal Slaughtering Sword."

Long Hui was slightly taken aback and shook his head, saying, "Valley Master, this is absolutely impossible!"

Yu Xiuting said, "Although the Immortal Slaughtering Sword is an ancient artifact from the Primordial Era, it is of the same lineage as the Immortal Slaughtering Sword. I grew up in Sword Valley since childhood and am very familiar with the aura of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword. In addition, my sword heart is already perfected, and I can sense the location of the sword."

Long Hui frowned and said, "But Jianming is still waiting for the Heavenly Pot's Essence to save his life."

Yu Xiuting smiled faintly, gently turned her head away, and stared at the Demon Lord, saying, "My son's life depends on the Heavenly Pot's Essence. I beg the Demon Lord to send the Heavenly Pot's Essence back to Jinling for me!"

The Demon Lord's expression changed drastically. Yu Xiuting's move completely disrupted his subordinates.

Originally, the Demon Lord had only casually agreed to Long Hui's request to send troops, but he could still remain in a wait-and-see position. However, Yu Xiuting's move made it impossible for him to stay out of it. Since both Yu Xiuting and Long Hui had entered the other world, if he didn't send the Heavenly Elixir, Wei Jianming would die, and if Yu Xiuting and Long Hui came out of the other world, the situation would be even more serious. If the two couldn't come out, Luo Qingyan and the others would definitely think he had killed them, and the Demon Realm would also be in turmoil. The only way now was to send the Heavenly Elixir to Jinling as a gesture of goodwill. Even if Long Hui and Yu Xiuting died in the other world, he could still give Luo Qingyan an explanation. However, doing so would be tantamount to jumping out and confronting Cang Shitian head-on.

The Demon Lord knew that he was already in the game and could not extricate himself, so he could only say helplessly, "Since the Valley Master has spoken, how could I refuse?" After

saying that, he ordered people to bring water bags and food to prepare for their entry into the Gobi Desert.

Yu Xiuting took the supplies, smiled and thanked him, then winked at Long Hui and jumped into the other world first.

Long Hui wanted to stop her, but it was too late, and he could only follow her in.

As the Demon Lord had said, the other world was a boundless Gobi Desert, vast and endless, with a dry climate. A strong wind would blow up clouds of yellow dust.

As soon as Long Hui stepped in, he felt his true energy inexplicably depleted. He immediately activated the Yin-Yang and Five Elements chapters of the Yanwu Heavenly Book. Since the area was dominated by sand and dust, the earth energy was heavy. Long Hui absorbed the earth energy and converted it into earth-defense true energy to replenish his own energy, which finally helped him withstand the depletion of his true energy.

However, Yu Xiuting did not have this kind of profound skill. After taking only a few steps, she was panting heavily and sweating profusely.

Long Hui quickly supported her, supporting her arm with his right hand and pressing his left hand on her back to channel his true energy.

With Long Hui's true energy replenishing her, Yu Xiuting finally caught her breath and gave him a grateful smile.

Long Hui said, "Valley Master, why are you doing this? Jianming is currently in a sickbed. If you don't go back soon, I'm afraid..."

Yu Xiuting sighed, "It's alright. You accompanied me into the Demon Realm, how can I abandon you and go back alone? Besides, a son-in-law is like half a son, how can a mother abandon her own child?"

Long Hui couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Yu Xiuting opened her lips to speak, her two jade-like lips opening and closing like rosy flower buds, her breath exuding a sandalwood fragrance that made one's mind slightly intoxicated. Long Hui was supporting her and couldn't help but glance at this beautiful woman. Her face was as beautiful as a flower, her nose was straight and delicate, and her appearance was very similar to Xue Xin's. If it weren't for that elegant and composed mature charm, Long Hui would almost have mistaken the person beside him for Xue Xin's obedient daughter. Upon closer inspection, he realized that there were still some differences between the mother and daughter. Xue Xin's eyebrows were curved like the moon, exuding a bit of gentleness, while Yu Xiuting's eyebrows were delicate and straight, just like two sharp swords, wielded from her brow arch and inserted into her cloud-like hair.

He touched Yu Xiuting with both hands simultaneously. Compared to Xue Xin, Yu Xiuting's arms were more voluptuous, but unlike Luo Qingyan's soft, watery arms, they were full of firm, plump flesh, containing boundless explosive power. Only in this way could she unleash that earth-shattering swordsmanship. Her pink back was also voluptuous and firm, but her skin was smooth and warm, and even through several layers of clothing, one could feel its smoothness.

When he got here, Long Hui took a few more glances. The dark green robe looked extremely elegant and appropriate on her, and she exuded an inexplicable sense of majesty and otherworldly grace. The robe was stretched into a full, elegant arc by her full breasts, and her plump waist was round and firm, not bloated but rather showing a rare nobility and maturity. Her hips were full and taut, not at all like a woman who had raised two children, but more like a vibrant young woman.

A mature and gentle fragrance wafted into Long Hui's nose, causing him to feel a fleeting moment of pleasure, but he instantly banished the infatuation, thinking, "How could I do this to Xue Xin?

" "Valley Master, are you alright?"

Long Hui asked respectfully, having dismissed the inappropriate thought.

Yu Xiuting sighed, "This place is truly strange; my cultivation has been weakened by at least 20%. Never mind, let's find the Immortal-Slaying Sword quickly and return as soon as possible."

Long Hui nodded and said, "I'll try to sense the location of the Immortal-Slaying Sword first." He

then slowly closed his eyes, beginning to meditate, trying to recall the appearance of the Immortal-Slaying Sword. A flash of inspiration crossed his mind, but it vanished in an instant, difficult to grasp.

"Concentrate!"

Suddenly, an elegant celestial voice rang in his ears, and Long Hui immediately felt a warm sensation on his back, like warm jade against his skin, followed by gentle true energy.

True energy flowed into Long Hui's meridians, transforming into wisps of sharp light—the very sword energy emanating from Yu Xiuting. She controlled the sword energy with exceptional skill, allowing it to circulate within Long Hui's body without damaging his meridians.

Yu Xiuting had previously helped Long Hui regain his soul and possessed a deep understanding of his cultivation. She slowly guided the sword energy, channeling it from the eight extraordinary meridians into his crown chakra, and then condensing it in Long Hui's Niwan Palace, merging it with his primordial spirit.

Long Hui's spirit trembled, and he activated the Myriad Weapons Technique, merging the weapon's essence with his sword's heart. The two mysterious spiritual energies complemented each other perfectly, and their spiritual consciousness instantly spread, engulfing the entire Gobi Desert.

Suddenly, a sharp sword intent surged from the depths of the Gobi Desert, echoing Long Hui and Yu Xiuting. Long Hui was overjoyed: "Excellent! The Immortal Slayer Sword is right here!"

Yu Xiuting also sensed the sword's location and nodded, saying, "It's about three hundred miles from here, but that place is a mix of reality and illusion, and there's a raging storm outside, making it difficult to approach."

Long Hui laughed, "No problem, as long as we know its location, everything will be easy."

With that, he leaped into the air, letting out a loud shout as dragon energy burst forth from his body, transforming into a giant purple-gold dragon that coiled high in the sky.

Seeing this, Yu Xiuting also took to her own sword, riding the Dragon Thunder Sword into the sky. The two flew towards their destination against the fierce wind.

The wind and waves were raging, but Long Hui was skilled at harnessing the power of the heavens and possessed a secret wind-controlling technique. No matter how fierce the wind was, he was still at ease. His purple-gold dragon energy grew even stronger, like a dragon soaring into the clouds, flying through the nine heavens.

Protected by Long Hui's true essence, Yu Xiuting was unaffected by the formation, her stamina remaining normal. The otherworldly profound energy that had defeated the demons posed no threat to her. The Yan Ting Sword beneath her feet, sensing the location of the Immortal-Slaying Sword, seemed to ignite a competitive spirit, unleashing a powerful sword aura that transformed into a crimson dragon, creating a spectacular sight of a fairy riding a dragon.

The two giant dragons coiled together, their flight breaking through layers of wind and sweeping away the strange profound energy, reaching their destination.

The two flew for two full days, entering the eye of the storm, where the surrounding winds subsided and gradually dissipated.

Within the eye of the storm lay an oasis, from which emanated the sword intent of the Immortal-Slaying Sword, causing the Yan Ting Sword to hum.

Yu Xiuting calmly said, "This is the place!"

With that, she dispersed her sword energy and descended slowly like an immortal.

Upon entering the oasis, Long Hui sensed that the profound energy had become even more concentrated, as if this were the core of the otherworldly formation. However, this profound energy felt strangely familiar, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Could this formation also have been laid out by the Xuan Tian True Dragon to suppress and seal the Myriad Demon Primordial Stone?"

He glanced at Yu Xiuting again, seeing her holding the sword gracefully, her gait steady, and her expression normal. He knew that the formation had no effect on her, further confirming his assumption: "The Yan Ting Sword in Valley Master Yu's hand is formed from my essence and blood, and I have also infused her with true energy, so the formation has no effect on her."

The Yan Ting Sword trembled incessantly, and Yu Xiuting, aware of the attraction between divine weapons, followed the direction indicated by the sword energy of the Yan Ting Sword.

After walking for more than half an hour, they came across a stone house. Long Hui sensed the intense sword intent of the Immortal Slayer Sword and pointed to the house, saying, "The Immortal Slayer Sword should be inside."

The two focused their minds and carefully pushed open the door, only to find it deserted. The ground was covered in dust, indicating it had been uninhabited for a long time. As they entered, a cloud of dust

billowed up, obscuring their vision. Long Hui swept away the dust with his sleeve and was suddenly startled. Inside, a spherical sculpture stood, its body covered in runes. Beside the sculpture was a disc, emitting wisps of strange light, and the Immortal Slayer Sword hovered above it.

Long Hui glanced at the two objects. The spherical sculpture was very familiar, but the disc was completely unrecognizable. He tried to recall his past life's memories, and for some reason, this place held an inexplicable sense of familiarity, like a bond of blood, clearing his mind. He quickly remembered that the spherical sculpture was called the "Universal Celestial Instrument," the very vessel that the Xuan Tian True Dragon had used to seal the Myriad Demon Stones.

"But what exactly is this disc?"

Long Hui muttered to himself. He had no recollection of this disc; it seemed it wasn't a relic of the Xuan Tian True Dragon at all.

Long Hui was filled with doubt. With the Immortal Slaughtering Sword right in front of him, he dared not make any rash moves, because this disc was far too strange. If he triggered any formation, the consequences would outweigh the gains.

Long Hui carefully scanned the disc and noticed some words written on its edge. He then focused on reading them. The small characters were written in the ancient seal script of the Primordial Era: "After searching for decades, I have finally discovered my father's relics. This desert in another world is my father's creation. I was overjoyed and built a stone house here to wait, hoping to see my parents again. However, a hundred years have passed, and I still have not seen my parents. So I collected celestial river ore and star gold sand to refine this Primordial Jade Tablet. This jade tablet can attract my father's relics. I only hope that my father will return soon."

Long Hui read it incomprehensibly and was extremely puzzled. He thought to himself, "This desert was used by the Xuan Tian True Dragon to seal the Ten Thousand Demon Origin Stone. He kept saying that this place was created by his father. Could he be referring to the Xuan Tian True Dragon? I... I had a son in my previous life?"

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. His mind was in turmoil. He looked around again and found an iron box in the corner, so he opened it.

Inside the iron box were a book, a scroll, and a jade box.

Long Hui opened the book first. The first page read: "Since birth, I have had neither father nor mother, but deep in my memory, my parents left when I was an infant, and I still remember their faces. As I grew up, seeing other children with parents saddened me. Every day, I would squat on the mountaintop looking at the sky, wondering why my parents weren't by my side."

Turning to the next page, it read: "Why did my parents so cruelly abandon me? This question troubled me for a long time, so I resolved to find them and ask them face to face. But after searching for a long time, I found no trace of them. One day, I encountered a group of people attacking a monk. I couldn't stand by and watch, so I intervened to help him. After rescuing the monk, I learned that he was the leader of a Buddhist sect."

Upon reading this, Long Hui became increasingly astonished, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

Yu Xiuting frowned and asked, "Long Hui, what's written in the scroll that made you so distraught?"

Long Hui sighed and translated the contents. Yu Xiuting was also very puzzled and said, "Keep reading, maybe there will be clues later."

Long Hui continued reading as instructed: "I asked the monk why my parents abandoned me. The monk said, 'How can any parent abandon their own child? They must have had unavoidable hardships. The pain they suffered from abandoning you is beyond what ordinary people can endure.' After that, I became good friends with the monk. I also learned that the monk was brutally killed by the demon, monster, and evil races. So I gave him an item my father left me. The monk was shocked when he saw it. He said it was a dragon tooth, the sharp tooth of the Dragon Ancestor. I finally found my father's trace. Then I continued to look for clues about my mother. Later, I discovered that I had phoenix blood in my body. My father was the Dragon Ancestor, so my mother must be a phoenix."

"After searching for over a decade, I finally met the phoenix, but he was male. I was disappointed and asked him if he knew where my mother was, but the phoenix strangely told me that he was the only phoenix in the world and didn't know my mother at all. I was heartbroken. Since I couldn't find them, I searched for things related to them; I was sure I could find more clues. I finally found this piece of Gobi Desert, the place my father built. My father would definitely come back, so I built a house here and waited for him. But I waited for a long time and didn't see my father. I went out to find the monk, who told me that my father was very likely the Xuan Tian True Dragon, but Xuan..." The Heavenly Dragon had long since vanished; I heard he had transcended the mortal realm and was no longer among the world's inhabitants. I lacked the ability to transcend the mortal realm, so I created a treasure to help me soar through the air, determined to find my parents no matter what. After the treasure was created, the monk asked for my help, saying that the three religions were engaged in a final, fierce battle with the three races, and wanted my assistance. However, I had already decided to leave this mortal world, so I could only force out a drop of my heart's blood to create my primordial spirit form to help the monk. As for the final outcome of their battle, I don't know; I'm about to leave anyway.”

After reading the scroll, Long Hui was deeply moved, while Yu Xiuting's almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief, for what was written in the book was simply too incredible.

Long Hui took a breath, rested briefly, then picked up the scroll again, unfurled it, and his expression instantly changed.

The scroll depicted two figures, a man and a woman, embracing each other with loving and happy expressions. One of them was Long Hui himself, and the other woman, dressed in white, possessed a beautiful face and alluring charm, a faint smile playing on her lips—it was Luo Qingyan! The scroll was signed Kunpeng! The unbelievable fact left Long Hui at a loss, and Yu Xiuting was completely dumbfounded. The room fell into a deathly silence.

Long Hui's palms were already drenched in cold sweat. He took a deep breath and hurriedly put the portrait back in its place.

Yu Xiuting sighed and said, "Long Hui, what exactly is going on? Why would the legendary Kunpeng Saint paint you and Sister Luo in his portrait?"

Long Hui smiled bitterly, "I don't know either. This is just too bizarre."

Yu Xiuting's eyes grew even more piercing, like two sharp swords piercing Long Hui's heart, because the two people in the portrait looked exactly like a loving couple. Whether it was real or not, it was undoubtedly an injustice to Xiuting.

Long Hui, already feeling guilty, coughed and said, "The portrait... it might not be me. There are plenty of people in this world who look alike."

Yu Xiuting said calmly, "There's also a jade box. Why don't you open it and take a look?"

Long Hui hummed in agreement and took out the jade box, but after turning it over and over, he couldn't find a single opening.

Yu Xiuting frowned and said, "The material of this box is quite strange. Why don't you try pouring your true energy into it? Maybe you can find some clues."

Long Hui nodded, grasped the jade box in his palm, and slowly poured his true energy into it. In an instant, a surge of similar energy rose from the jade box, merging with Long Hui's true energy. In a flash, the jade box emitted a lustrous ball of light, which slowly grew larger, covering an area of about ten feet in diameter, enveloping both Long Hui and Yu Xiuting.

Both felt excruciating pain throughout their bodies, as if being torn apart, their flesh almost detached. Long Hui felt his primordial spirit swaying, his vision blurred, and a deafening roar filled his ears before he lost consciousness.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. When he awoke, he found himself lying by the river. He rubbed his eyes, tried circulating his inner energy, and found himself unharmed. He stood up and surveyed his surroundings.

The great river before him flowed swiftly and majestically. Long Hui thought to himself, "Such a turbulent current can only be found in the Chu River, but this riverbed is much smaller than the main stream of the Chu River. It must be a tributary… Could that ball of light have sent me and Valley Master Yu out of the alien desert?"

Long Hui drifted downstream, trying to find Yu Xiuting, but he smelled a faint scent of blood in the wind. Looking up, he saw smoke and fire on the opposite bank.

"Could it be that Cang Shitian's army has already occupied Chujiang?"

Long Hui was shocked and extremely anxious. He immediately used his supernatural powers to cross the river on foot. He saw that the river surface had been heavily blocked, with iron chains spanning it and warships sailing around. On the opposite bank, high platforms, arrow towers, and other defensive fortifications had been stockpiled. Long Hui, having served in the military for a long time, recognized this as a siege tactic. The waterways and land routes of the attacked city were completely blocked, cutting off all communication between the city and the outside world, isolating all material and military support, and then slowly wearing down the city.

However, this method was only used on cities with extremely strong defenses, and it was time-consuming and labor-intensive. It was not used in ordinary battles, but only in life-or-death situations or when victory or defeat was at stake. The so-called life-or-death and victory or defeat meant that the besieged city was the enemy's last line of defense, and taking it would mean the destruction of the opponent.

"I've only been away from Jinling for a short time. Even if Cang Shitian possesses extraordinary abilities, he shouldn't have driven the Dragon Scale Army to such a desperate situation!"

Long Hui was suspicious. The battlefield before him was far too bizarre, appearing out of nowhere. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out who was fighting. Could it be that, besides him and Cang Shitian, other forces had begun a chaotic battle across the land? Just then, the army blocking the river discovered his presence. Instantly, the entire river erupted in chaos, with bows, crossbows, and spears all aimed at Long Hui.

With a furious roar, and though it was unclear what the enemy said, countless arrows rained down on Long Hui.

Long Hui raised a cold eyebrow, gathered his Kui Water True Essence, and with a flick of his wrist, the river surged, and a giant wave crashed down, knocking all the arrows into the water.

Long Hui, a man who roamed the world freely, could move freely even with a million-strong army. Now, seeing a group of lackeys daring to be so insolent to him, he was instantly enraged. He raised his hand, gathering his energy, and unleashed a massive surge of water. The water transformed into a water dragon, baring its fangs and claws, and roared towards them, instantly smashing a warship in half, sending its soldiers tumbling into the water.

Long Hui noticed the soldiers' attire: their armor had an outer layer resembling an iron mesh, with plates connected like fish scales, while the inner layer was made of cowhide. Their helmets were also quite peculiar, with copper tubes adorning the tops with plumes, copper guards on the right side, and cotton armor protecting the ears and neck. Their uniforms were vastly different from those of the Heng army, resembling a steppe style, yet also containing elements of Central Plains culture.

Long Hui's mere gesture of creating the water surge was, in the eyes of these soldiers, like a river god descending, completely subduing the soldiers responsible for that section of the river. They dared not act recklessly.

"Where did this army come from?"

Long Hui was greatly puzzled. He activated his Kui Shui True Essence, reached out and grabbed a soldier who had fallen into the water. The soldier had never seen such supernatural power before and was already stunned with fear, trembling all over.

Long Hui shouted, "Speak! Where did you come from? Who is your master?!"

The soldier begged for mercy in a trembling voice, his tone somewhat strange, but Long Hui still understood the gist of it: "River God, spare me! River God, spare me!"

Long Hui was impatient and angrily said, "What kind of bullshit River God? If you don't answer me honestly, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish!"

The soldier seemed unaccustomed to Long Hui's accent and stared blankly at him.

Long Hui snorted coldly and casually threw him into the river.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a blur and darted onto the riverbank, causing the soldiers on the bank to become very nervous. They instinctively wanted to raise their weapons in defense, but fearing to offend this capricious "River God," they stood there dumbfounded.

Long Hui glanced at them and snorted, "Who's in charge here? Come out and speak!"

A man with a sword at his waist stepped out from the ranks, swallowed hard, and bowed to Long Hui, saying, "I am the centurion here. My men were blind and offended you, sir. Please forgive them!"

Although his accent was strange, Long Hui understood it.

"I am not some immortal. Since you are the commander here, tell me, what place is this?"

Long Hui said.

The centurion replied, "This is the Han River."

Long Hui asked in surprise, "The Han River? What river is that? I've never heard of it."

Then, his eyebrows twitched, and with a sweeping palm strike, he cleaved a large tree a hundred paces away in half with tremendous force: "You bastard, you dare to deceive me!"

The centurion was immediately terrified and collapsed to the ground. Long Hui's move was undoubtedly mysterious and profound; in his eyes, it was as if a god had descended to earth.

"Gods, spare me! Gods, spare me! Even if I had a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare lie to you!"

Seeing his flustered expression, which didn't seem feigned, Long Hui softened his tone and said, "Get up and answer me. What is the origin of this Han River?"

The centurion scrambled to his feet in fear and said, "Immortal, I'm not well-educated and clumsy with words. Please don't blame me if I speak poorly!"

Long Hui waved his hand and said, "I won't blame you. Speak."

The centurion said, "As far as I know, the Han River is a tributary of the Yangtze River, and its waters pass through Xiangyang City."

Long Hui's face darkened, and he waved his hand to interrupt, "Wait, what did you say? What Xiangyang City? There's never been such a city in Daheng County!"

The centurion looked bewildered and asked curiously, "What are you talking about, Immortal? What is Daheng?"

Long Hui's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes swept over the military flag in the tent. He saw a large character embroidered on it. Although the script was strange, Long Hui still recognized it.

Unsure, he pointed to the military flag and asked, "How do you pronounce the characters embroidered on your flag?"

The centurion swallowed hard and replied tremblingly, "Your Excellency, this is the character 'Yuan'."

Long Hui asked again in a deep voice, "And where do you come from?"

The centurion replied, "We come from the north, on the orders of the Great Khan, to attack Xiangyang City!"

Long Hui continued, "Who is your Great Khan, and what is his name?"

A look of reverence appeared in the centurion's eyes as he said, "Our Great Khan is the greatest descendant of the Golden Family, the wisest man in the world, the sovereign of all Mongols, Kublai Khan!"

Long Hui's mind exploded, his thoughts in complete disarray. He could hardly believe what he was seeing and hearing. He pinched his arm and felt pain, confirming that he was not dreaming.

"No, I can't panic, I need to stay calm!"

Long Hui muttered to himself, constantly recalling and sorting through his memories. "Yes, that jade box, it must be that jade box... the jade box made by the Kunpeng Saint. His notes said that this jade box possesses the ability to travel through space. He wanted to use this jade box to find his parents, and the true energy I just injected must have triggered the jade box's ability, causing me to arrive in an unfamiliar realm."

Just then, the sound of hooves came from afar. Long Hui turned around and saw a monk riding towards him. He was wearing a robe and a monk's hat, but the style was quite strange, with wide sleeves and long robes that exposed his elbows.

"Where is the centurion Araitemur!"

the monk shouted. In his hand, he held a golden token with a mandala engraved on it, and the Buddha in the center had a kind face and looked somewhat familiar.

The centurion who had just spoken with Long Hui hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, saying, "This humble general is here to serve the Grand Preceptor's special envoy!" The monk dismounted and said, "We have received a secret report that Guo Jing's second daughter has left the city to seek reinforcements. The Grand Preceptor and Lord Ashu have ordered that this woman must be captured."

Araitemur responded with a "Yes."

The monk looked at Long Hui and felt uneasy, as Long Hui's gaze seemed to be fixed on him. He asked, "Alai, where did this man come from, and why is he in your camp?"

Alai, fearing he would anger this troublesome man again, hurriedly tried to

stop him, saying, "Great Lama, you mustn't be disrespectful to a celestial being!" The lama snorted, "Nonsense! How can you, a centurion, utter such absurd words? This man must be a spy for the Song army! Seize him immediately!"

Alai trembled with fear and hurriedly said, "Great Lama, this really is a celestial being! He just smashed a warship with a wave of his hand. If you don't believe me, look at the river!"

The lama looked and indeed saw ship fragments floating on the river, along with soldiers constantly swimming ashore. He was filled with doubt.

The lama gritted his teeth, suppressing his doubts, and said, "Those Song people love to play tricks. He must have planted explosive devices inside the ships beforehand and then detonated them using some method to create a false impression!"

Alai said, "This...is this true? Great Lama, you mustn't be talking nonsense!"

The lama said, "A similar thing happened last year. At that time, Lord Aju ordered his men to attack the pontoon bridge between Fancheng and Xiangyang. The fleet had only sailed a few miles when some warships inexplicably caught fire. At that time, the generals thought it was a ghost or spirit." The intruders hastily withdrew their troops. Lord Ashu, feeling something was amiss, commissioned the Imperial Tutor to investigate. The Imperial Tutor discovered the truth: someone had secretly placed sulfur and phosphorus in the warships, causing them to catch fire unexpectedly. Lord Ashu was furious; such a crucial opportunity had been wasted by this fool! He immediately executed the general! "If you don't want to be beheaded, quickly capture this traitor!"

Alai said, "But this person can walk on water and interrupt..." "A big tree."

The lama said, "In the Central Plains martial arts world, there's a skill called Iron Palm Water-Walking. Those who master it possess fierce palm power, unparalleled lightness skills, and can injure people from a distance. Walking on water like duckweed is not difficult for them!"

Alai whispered, "Then this guy is very powerful. If we act rashly, we might not be able to defeat him!"

The lama snorted, "Iron Palm Water-Walking is nothing special. Their most powerful one, Qiu Qianchi, was beaten to death by our Golden Wheel Monk. Even if this kid is his successor, he's not that great." "Take him down quickly, and I won't report your foolish actions when I get back."

Alai hesitated, but then the lama said, "Our Mongol cavalry has swept across the world, destroying countless kingdoms. If you hesitate any longer, you will disgrace your ancestors. Even if I don't report you, your superiors won't let you off easily, you coward!"

Alai took a deep breath, made up his mind, and shouted, "All soldiers, listen to my command! Quickly take down this man and uphold the glory of our Mongol warriors!"

As soon as the general spoke, the soldiers immediately surrounded Long Hui.

Long Hui glanced at these Yuan cavalrymen, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and thought to himself, "These kinds of people dare to call themselves invincible? Don't even mention my Dragon Scale Army soldiers; even soldiers like those from the Jiangnan Army who are not good at land battles could take on ten of them at once."

A great battle was about to break out. Long Hui was about to use his divine power to teach them a lesson when he suddenly saw billowing dust in the distance, clearly a sign of galloping horses. Judging from the degree of the dust, there were no fewer than two hundred warhorses rushing towards them.

As they drew closer, they finally saw the truth: a troop of fierce cavalry was chasing two women on horseback.

One of the cavalrymen shouted, "Brothers up ahead, stop these two!"

Alai was momentarily stunned. Seeing the pursuers getting closer, the cavalryman shouted again, "Brothers, one of them is Guo Jing's daughter!"

Upon hearing this, the lama's eyes lit up. He said, "Alai, hurry, stop them!"

Alai pointed at Long Hui and asked, "What about him?"

The lama said, "Damn it, are you an idiot? What can he do alone? Send a hundred soldiers to take him down. Everyone else, stop those two women!"

One of the two women, riding wildly, was about thirty years old. She was extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, elegant and graceful, and eyes as black as lacquer. She was very charming and had a touch of both good and evil in her eyes.

Although the woman was stunningly beautiful, Long Hui's gaze was completely fixed on the young woman beside her. This woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin and an ethereal appearance, her black hair glossy, carrying a long sword on her back, and wearing a dark green, tight-fitting warrior's robe. Her temperament was otherworldly, almost identical to Wei Xuexin.

"Xuexin?"

Long Hui couldn't help but blurt out, calling out his beloved wife's name. But upon closer inspection, there were some differences between them. Her eyebrows were straight as swords, slanting into her temples, adding a touch of heroic spirit.

Ahem... This chapter is both a setup (what setup, everyone knows) and a way to fill in the gaps, filling in the origin of the Kunpeng Saint, why there is a Great Roc Golden Eagle with dragon and phoenix blood, and also supplementing the origin of the Dragon Elephant Ring Blade... As for the relationship between Kunpeng and Long Hui and Luo Qingyan, that will be discussed later.

Also, don't say I'm criticizing the Yuan Army. In fact, in Long Hui's era, gods and demons were everywhere. No matter how powerful the Yuan Army was in later generations, how could it compare to that era? (Of course, this is just a novel, don't take it seriously.)

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