Chapter 558: White Deer King

Outside Longshe Cheng.

In the direction of the Spirit Sword Sect.

A figure slowly walks toward them, and Elder Xinran, who was flying, is forced to descend and lands on the ground.

Gripping the sword hilt, she stares at the direction ahead, daring not to be careless.

Her nerves are taut, vigilant of what lies before her.

The sword at her waist can be drawn at any moment; with just a thought, the surrounding Technique will erupt instantly, slashing everything before her.

The Technique condenses, her entire body saturated to the limit; Elder Xinran hears footsteps drawing nearer, each step rattling her spirit, and before her appears a white deer, upon which sits a man who looks like an elder, slowly approaching.

The white deer is rare; such an iconic mount exists in the whole world for only one person, and only he can ride it this way.

The three‑meter‑tall white deer lifts its proud head high, never giving Elder Xinran a glance—how noble.

The elder on the white deer jumps down, pats the deer's back, the deer kneels, and the elder walks toward Elder Xinran, stopping three meters away; he sees the sword, ready to be drawn, and knows that once the Technique erupts, he might also suffer.

"No need to be nervous, Elder Xinran, the White Deer King is not here this time to seek you."

"A chance encounter, but I came deliberately to see you; indeed, as the rumors say, Elder Xinran of the Spirit Sword Sect's swordsmanship is peerless, no wonder she is praised as the most talented woman of the sect in a thousand years."

He can feel that Technique; his entire bloodline trembles, and he is very excited.

"White Deer King, you do not stay in your Monster Race lands; why have you come to the human world?"

"This place does not welcome people of the Monster Race; White Deer King, please return."

Elder Xinran gives him no courtesy and tells him to go back.

The White Deer King hears this and bursts into laughter: "Hahaha, where I go is not for a little girl like you to meddle with."

"What? You intend to stop the White Deer King from moving forward?"

Elder Xinran grips the sword hilt tightly, drawing the blade out a little.

The pouring Technique could erupt at any moment.

The White Deer King remains unruffled; the massive white deer behind raises its head, staring at Elder Xinran.

The momentum is ready to ignite at a touch.

"Hmph, this Elder's sword will not be courteous."

The Monster Race are the humans' enemies; how could they be allowed to pass?

It would be fine if Elder Xinran hadn't seen him, but now that they've met, she certainly cannot let him pass.

The White Deer King, king of the Monster Race, is more terrifying and formidable than the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King; his strength, temperament, perhaps his scheming, all surpass that Demon King, and those targeted by the White Deer King meet no good end.

This monster rarely leaves the Monster Race lands; in over a thousand years, no one has seen him come to the human world, and this time is very strange.

"No need to rush to act; the White Deer King is not here this time because of you."

"Believe that the Spirit Sword Sect's Lingjian Zhenren would not let you act, Elder Xinran."

"Hmph." Elder Xinran lets out a cold snort, disdainfully saying, "No one can stop what I intend to do, not even my senior brother."

"Hahaha."

The White Deer King hears this and laughs heartily: "Truly worthy of Elder Xinran, with such proud backbone; I admire you."

"However, you'd better not act; the White Deer King does not wish to kill you, nor to unleash carnage in the human world."

"You agree, right? You hidden fellow cultivator."

The White Deer King lifts his head, smiles toward the void, and speaks.

Elder Xinran's expression changes, she turns and stares at the void behind her.

From the void, a figure slowly walks out.

Chen Chuyang steps forward, appears behind Elder Xinran, slowly descends, stands beside her; Elder Xinran's Technique dissipates, and her taut nerves relax at that moment.

"White Deer King, what a rare guest; what brings you out from the Monster Race lands?"

The White Deer King glances, smiling: "You are the Daoist companion Chen Chuyang of Longshe Shan, aren't you?"

Chen Chuyang nods, praising: "White Deer King, you have good eyes; I hid so well, yet you still discovered me."

To see through his whereabouts, this White Deer King is not ordinary.

He is stronger than the Ten Thousand Poison Demon King, wielding a body of monster power, truly terrifying.

Chen Chuyang scrutinizes the White Deer King before him, and the White Deer King likewise examines Chen Chuyang, assessing his cultivation and strength.

After a while, neither could spot any flaw.

They both understand concealment too well.

A long while passes.

The White Deer King finally says: "Since you have arrived, I need not go to Longshe Shan."

Chen Chuyang smiles: "White Deer King, are you here to find me?"

"Indeed." The White Deer King smiles warmly at Chen Chuyang, nods, and says: "This time I have come to find you."

"The Yin Gui Sect's unrest, you, fellow cultivator, stepped in to suppress it, truly unparalleled in style; this world has not seen such a strong one for a long time, so I naturally must come personally to meet you. Indeed, hearing is not as good as meeting; your strength is threefold beyond what I imagined."

"I never expected that among humans there could appear a cultivator as strong as you; you are truly remarkable."

Indeed, in the human world, those sects and families would not permit a strong one to appear.

Once one appears, they are killed before they can rise.

Their rule cannot be disrupted; either you join them as one of them, or… you shall die.

For over a thousand years, human forces have not changed; the strong remain the same, and no new strong have been born.

The Yin Gui Sect, Heavenly Heart Sect, and Spirit Sword Sect—three sects that control everything—their conflicts constantly cause the sects' prodigy disciples to die, and those who remain are the ones they need.

This world does not need many strong ones; resources are limited, they control most of them, and others cannot advance—at best they can condense a pill, and beyond that there is no chance.

Divine abilities, cultivation methods, and pills are all under their control.

Especially the Heavenly Heart Sect; once they spot a talent, they recruit immediately, and those who refuse—sorry—they will be mercilessly suppressed.

Either you become one of them, or else you and your family will be sacrificed together.

Within the Monster Race, if a genius is to be born, the White Deer King is very welcoming; unfortunately, the gap between the Monster Race and humanity is great.

Or rather, for a Monster Race genius to rise, it cannot be done without several hundred years of time.

This point cannot be compared with humanity.

Therefore, the Monster Race is continually suppressed, dwelling in a remote corner.

If it weren't for these sects fighting each other to the death, perhaps the Monster Race would have nothing to do.

The White Deer King personally came to find Chen Chuyang, naturally wanting to change the structure of this world.

Those sects have controlled the human world for too long; those old immortals ought to die.

Especially the Heavenly Heart Sect, having done how many inhuman destructive acts to them, the White Deer King must certainly take revenge.

This is the best opportunity, also the most suitable opportunity; opportunity, only once.

It must be seized.