Chapter 3007

The sunset quickly sank below the horizon.

The moon rose again, climbing swiftly to the zenith.

Yuan Ling kept checking her reflection in the water mirror, pouting repeatedly, until she finally felt a tiny bit of satisfaction.

Fair skin—check.

Beautiful face—check.

Long legs—she glanced down at herself, hmm, she'd always had them.

At that moment, a sea catfish swam to the surface and reported to her: "My queen, all the treasures in our palace have been packed; we'll probably need to dispatch seventeen Dragon-Tooth Giant Whales to haul everything away…"

The Dragon-Tooth Giant Whale is a deep-sea whale species unique to Qin Hai, thirty zhang in length, with a belly capable of independently carving out vast space, able to store cargo weighing more than five times its own mass.

It also excels at long-distance migration, so without question, the Dragon-Tooth Whale is the ideal long-haul freight worker.

"Then notify the entire clan—we set out at dawn." Being able to go ashore, Yuan Ling wanted to see what expression the land-dwelling humans would wear upon seeing her again. "Yes!" The sea catfish was about to dive down.

"Wait!" She patted her face, turned to the sea catfish, and asked: "Am I beautiful?"

The sea catfish stared, bewildered. This little-nosed, little-eyed, little-mouthed creature—where was the beauty? Its skin had turned deathly pale, like the belly of a dead fish floating belly-up. Only its mouth full of sharp teeth remained unchanged.

"Not as imposing as the queen's former appearance!"

Yuan Ling sighed regretfully: "Oh, is that so?"

As her words fell, the sea catfish saw a cold light flash before its eyes—a trident plunged downward from above!

"Ah!" It was so terrified its soul nearly fled its body, finally realizing it had spoken wrong: "Beautiful, beautiful, you are utterly beautiful!"

It gave a violent jerk, hastily fleeing back into the deep water.

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The Red General returned once more to the Yata Archipelago.

She had originally intended to fly straight back to Bai Sha, but now an urgent matter had arisen, forcing her to seek a midway resting point.

She stopped on the beach where Shuang Ye had previously slain the Jin Du Ghost Mother.

This is an uninhabited zone; fishermen from the archipelago's outskirts normally never come here.

The Red General leapt onto the reef by the sea, sat cross-legged, properly settled. What a coincidence—it was still that very same rock.

Then she pulled a gray volcanic rock from her bosom. This stone was about the size of a goose egg, its entire body riddled with tiny holes, resembling a honeycomb. If tossed onto the ground, it would be utterly unremarkable, and no one would bother to pick it up—but now it glowed with a green light all over, and even felt slightly hot to the touch.

This object is called the Ling Tong Stone. It is precisely because it suddenly heated up that the Red General had to find a place to stop.

She gripped the Ling Tong Stone, rubbed it twice, placed it beside her, and said:

"Begin."

As her words fell, vague figures began to appear on the open beach before her eyes.

They emerged one after another from thin air, but lacked physical substance. If a civilian passed through here, they would only think they'd seen a ghost in broad daylight. But this is actually just the effect of the Ling Tong Stone.

It is a set of ultra-long-distance communication devices refined from the giant Ling Tong Rock of Lingshan, capable of supporting real-time multi-party conferences for dozens of people. As He Lingchuan put it, it's essentially a large-scale remote video conference.

Of course, only those who hold a Ling Tong Stone can participate.

The participants are also like the Red General, stranded at the ends of the earth—except their images are transmitted via the Ling Tong Stone, forming an illusion of being gathered together.

The Red General first saw Xiao Hanzi, then Wu Huan Lao Zu, that is, Mou Di.

Another figure became clear beside the reef: a tall beauty, thick brows, deep eyes, a figure with all the right curves, and a visage still bearing two traces of sternness. The Red General felt a vague sense of familiarity, but the face was unfamiliar.

Until she drew out her trident and planted it in the ground, the Red General laughed.

Sure enough, the other party gave her a radiant, sunny smile: "Red General!"

The apparitions appearing on the beach numbered seven in total. The Red General glanced over them once and could tell at a glance that none were ordinary.

Xiao Hanzi made the opening remarks first:

"Fellow Daoists, long time no see. The last time we gathered like this was eight hundred years ago."

During the era when heavenly and earthly spiritual energy waned, the great ones dwelled deep in their caves, not emerging, all in secluded cultivation—some even in death seclusion. Lingshan wanted to convene them for a meeting, but either couldn't reach this one or that one had no time—it was difficult.

But conversely, those worthy of being summoned by Lingshan's Xiao Hanzi—there isn't a single one who couldn't shake the world with a stomp of their foot.

"This time, we have a new member joining." Xiao Hanzi introduced the Red General: "This is the recently renowned Red General, who was originally the heroic spirit of Pan Long City two hundred years ago. Following the Great Great Great Fanghu's return from void to substance, she entered the world and immediately slew the second-ranking great heavenly demon of the Ling Xu crowd, Jia Lou Tian!" Xiao Hanzi is also an old hand, knowing these old monsters wouldn't care a bit about Pan Long City, so he directly reported the Red General's achievements. Slaying Jia Lou Tian—among the great ones present, not one could accomplish that!

Indeed, after he said this, the gazes of the crowd turned toward the Red General, and beyond scrutiny, an additional three parts of heaviness arose.

Not only did she slay Jia Lou Tian alone, but she also returned to the human realm together with the Great Great Great Fanghu—there are many things worth pondering here.

Xiao Hanzi then turned his gaze to Yuan Ling, a hint of doubt:

"Who is this?"

Yuan Ling crossed her arms, leaned obliquely against a coral tree: "Qin Hai Night King!"

Everyone was somewhat surprised.

"Night Kings don't look like this, do they?" Someone in the crowd said: "Two thousand two hundred years ago, I saw the Qin Hai Night King—you don't look like that." Yuan Ling curled the corner of her mouth: "Xin Zhi Shang Xian, when you came to the Qin Hai Wang Palace seeking my help to capture three crocodile demons that had fled to Qin Hai, I said what I meant and did what I said—I caught them all for you, one dead, two injured."

Xin Zhi Shang Xian blinked in mild surprise, gave her two more glances: "Indeed, the Qin Hai Night King? Your illusion art is flawless."

The person hasn't changed, the appearance has—then it's either illusion art or a mask.

Yuan Ling smiled satisfactorily—no wasted effort from her day and night of grooming.

The Red General then said: "The Qin Hai Night Clan has already joined the resistance against the heavenly demons, so I am transferring a Ling Tong Stone to her."

The crowd responded with delight:

"The Qin Hai Night King profoundly understands righteousness!"

The sea tribe is not lacking in colossal beings, but they have always refrained from intervening in human affairs—just as in the ancient war. That the Qin Hai Night Clan could join the alliance is truly no small feat. Yuan Ling smiled faintly: "Easy to say. If the heavenly demons dare to stretch their hands into the deep sea, we cannot let them off."

Mou Di then proceeded to introduce the Red General one by one:

"This is Shang Xian Pu Gu, one of the stewards of Lingshan."

"This is Shang Xin Zhi, who once fought side by side with the Dragon God—you've just heard her."

He then pointed toward another white-clad person:

"This is the founding patriarch of the Cold Abyss Gate, Que Yunzi, who in ancient times once slew the Great Demon Lord Shu Yuan of the Spirit Void Multitude."

The figures introduced all bore the bearing of immortals, and each nodded to General Hong in greeting.

At their level of existence, they commanded awe without anger.

Finally, there was one more:

"Master Bao Hua, whom we generally call 'Spirit Treasure Immortal,' is the master artifact refiner of Spirit Mountain. The Spirit Link Stones in everyone's hands are his masterpiece."