Chapter 314: Games of Chance

The three-tailed demon fox Chi Yuan's beautiful eyes flickered, and she transmitted a voice message imperceptibly.

"Brother Brother Moyu..."

"Sister Chi Yuan, rest assured."

Brother Moyu's heart blossomed with joy; he immediately let out a cold snort: "The Qi Yu Zong is far too arrogant. We traveled a thousand li to come to your aid, yet the Seven Feather Sword Disciple won't even grant us a meeting. I see, truly worthy of being a major sect of the Yue Kingdom. We should inform the King and return to the Demon Kingdom ourselves."

"Brother Brother Moyu, calm your anger!"

Li Li Qingyun and the surrounding Qi Yu Zong Foundation Establishment cultivators' expressions changed; fear gripped their hearts, and they repeatedly apologized.

Since the cultivators from the Demon Kingdom arrived, the deaths and injuries among the sect's Foundation Establishment members dropped significantly; they never wanted to return to those days again.

In their hearts, much resentment grew.

Both are Foundation Establishment; one fights to the death outside, while another Foundation Establishment cultivator sits safely within the sect, enjoying various sect provisions—how could there be no resentment?

That would be one thing.

But they can't even sit safely; they come out to cause trouble and offend allies who came with such difficulty!

"Perhaps the Junior Uncle does not like us juniors; please, Princess Chi Yuan, calm your anger."

A Foundation Establishment cultivator said in a sarcastic tone.

"Elders, naturally, can sit at home with nothing to do, waiting for us juniors to show our respect..."

Another Qi Yu Zong Foundation Establishment cultivator sneered and wanted to say more, but a friend beside him tugged his sleeve; his expression changed slightly, and his words halted.

He remembered the scene from several years ago when Zhou Zhou Lingwu died under the gaze of everyone.

"What nonsense about elders!"

Brother Moyu let out a scoff, glared viciously at Li Li Qingyun, and murderous aura surged forth: "Laozi's father is Kong Que the Great King. Now, I just want to invite your Seven Feather Sword Disciple for a drink and make friends. Just say it, Qi Yu Zong: do you give us face or not?!"

"This..."

Li Li Qingyun, helpless, sent a message to Jin Lingshan.

His heart felt uneasy; he planned that if the situation truly became unmanageable, he would inform his master, as he was truly powerless.

That person, who was elusive and never seen when he and Li Li Qingyun were in the mortal world of the Yue Kingdom, might not even be at Jin Lingshan.

Even harder to say was that, if things went wrong, he might kill the seemingly fierce and evil General Brother Moyu right before his eyes.

That would be disastrous; the sect would likely be surrounded and slaughtered by the Demon Kingdom and the Xuetudian, and death would be certain.

Unexpectedly, a reply came very quickly.

"Invite the friends from the Demon Kingdom over."

The tone was polite.

For some reason, Li Li Qingyun felt a chill in his heart; he hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said: "Senior Sister Chi Yuan, perhaps we should just give up. The fifty pairs of spiritual root boys and girls you mentioned last time..."

The three-tailed fox Chi Yuan felt somewhat tempted, yet she still smiled and said: "Could it be that your sect's Seven Feather Sword Disciple feels that associating with us people of the Demon Kingdom disgraces his status?"

"Do you truly dare to do so?"

Brother Moyu's pupils turned vertical, and he spoke coldly.

"The Qi Yu Zong and the Demon Kingdom are sincere brothers; how could we dare to do so?"

Li Li Qingyun sighed in his heart, his face full of smiles: "The Junior Uncle has long been sweeping the mat in anticipation; I simply worried that since the Junior Uncle hasn't seen guests for so long, he is not good with words, and I feared he might not treat our honored guests properly. Please, honored guests, understand."

Immediately, he personally led everyone flying up the mountain.

Mountain stones, spirit trees, spirit flowers, and spirit herbs were planted all over the mountain's slopes; the scenery was pleasant. More importantly, the dense metal-attribute Qi in the air made many Foundation Establishment cultivators from the sect, visiting for the first time, look on with envy.

"A mere second-grade spirit vein."

The demon general Brother Moyu was somewhat disdainful; his expectations for the so-called Seven Feather Sword Disciple diminished greatly. He had grown up following Kong Que the Great King in a third-grade spirit vein since childhood and truly looked down on second-grade spirit veins.

A moment later.

Everyone arrived at the mountain peak. A handsome young man in green robes was already waiting on the mountain. Twelve maids were bustling about in the mountain, setting up tea tables.

"Everyone, sit. The honored guests from the Demon Kingdom coming here truly brings honor to Jin Lingshan."

Jiang Ding glanced at the heavy human resentment and murderous aura on Chi Yuan, Brother Moyu, and many other demon generals with beast heads and human bodies, and said very enthusiastically: "My humble dwelling is simple, with only tea available; please do not take offense."

"Greetings, Seven Feather Sword Disciple."

Princess Chi Yuan's eyes sparkled with varied colors, her gaze seeming to stick to his body.

Everyone took their seats according to their status and rank, casting a glance at the tea table.

Indeed, it was very simple, with no hint of false modesty; there was only a cup of clear tea, not even a plate of snacks, making the demon generals with beast heads and human bodies frown.

"What nonsense is this?"

After tasting a sip, he casually tossed it down; the sound of clattering and breaking filled the air as the cup shattered on the ground, his posture extremely casual and unrestrained.

"Junior Uncle, calm your anger."

Li Li Qingyun's teacup trembled; he quickly transmitted a voice message: "These demon scoundrels, after we destroy the Xuetudian, we will settle accounts with them. For now, just endure them for a while."

"Honored guests from the Demon Kingdom, do not take offense."

Many Qi Yu Zong Foundation Establishment cultivators panicked, quickly taking out wine and food from their storage bags to place on the table. They smiled repeatedly, toasting and urging each other to drink, which finally calmed the anger of the demon generals.

"Sigh."

Seeing this, Jiang Ding sighed in his heart.

He had no intention of looking down on them; he drank a cup of clear tea by himself.

These Foundation Establishment cultivators were not born with cheap bones; they were truly terrified by the Xuetudian, fearing that if others left, they would have to face the terrifying battlefield alone again.

He responded with a few words to the three-tailed fox Chi Yuan and let the matter drop.

Li Li Qingyun and the many Foundation Establishment cultivators were all old hands at human relations; soon the atmosphere became harmonious. The sounds of finger-guessing games, drinking contests, and wild laughter never ceased, creating a lively and bustling scene.

Chi Yuan's eyes shifted, glancing at General Brother Moyu.

"He is mid-stage Foundation Establishment."

General Brother Moyu understood; his spiritual sense reached the ear of a subordinate, a demon general with a leopard head, who possessed the realm of late-stage Foundation Establishment, which was quite appropriate. He gave a few instructions.

"Bah!"

A moment later, the leopard-headed demon general slammed his palm on the table, crushing it to fine powder, and shot to his feet. A pair of green pupils fixed on the blue-robed youth in the host's seat. "What kind of dogshit tea is this? It's no fun at all. How about you and I have a little gambling bout instead?"

"Brother Leopard, come, drink…"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator nearby paled slightly, forced an ingratiating smile, and stepped forward to offer a toast.

"What thing are you? Get lost!"

The leopard-headed demon general spat, grabbed him by the collar, and with a strength far beyond that of any human cultivator, hurled him into the dirt in the distance, blood spewing from his mouth.

The surroundings fell silent.

After this, no one dared step forward to offer another toast.

"A pretty-faced little pretty boy."

The leopard-headed demon general crooked a finger, grinning ferociously. "Got the guts to come over and exchange a couple of moves with your Grandpa Leopard? If you don't, from now on you'll be called Xiang Qiyu Sword Dog."

Jiang Ding glanced at him in puzzlement.

"This demon dares insult my sect?"

Li Li Qingyun looked toward Chi Yuan and Brother Brother Moyu, his tone no longer so warm, carrying a slight chill. "The two of you — my sect still has two Jin Dan ancestors, and even Xuetudian has been held head-on by us. We are not existences you can bully at will."

"Brother Li, you speak too gravely."

General Brother Brother Moyu gave a cold laugh, released the aura of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator to press down on him. "My demon nation esteems martial prowess. At banquets like this, gambling bouts are commonplace, and the occasional sight of blood is no big deal. A head falling off leaves nothing but a bowl-mouth-sized scar — not at all like you humans with your sissy ways."

"It's just a game. To call it bullying is going too far."

"A game?"

"Brother Brother Moyu speaks rightly."

Li Li Qingyun, however, let out a breath of relief and stopped insisting.

"Your name?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Take three moves from me, and I'll tell Grandpa Leopard's name."

The leopard-headed great demon braced his legs, a fierce gale whipping up around him, and his body vanished in an instant with a whoosh.

When he reappeared, he was already more than ten paces from Jiang Ding. His claws gleamed with sharp azure light, capable of slicing through metal and jade, and he slashed out three wind blades each several zhang in size, then pounced after them himself, his body like flowing wind.

The expressions of the many Xiang Qiyu Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators sharpened.

Just this one move would be enough on the battlefield to lop off the heads of numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"No name, then forget it."

Jiang Ding shook his head, casually flicked out a finger. A pale-blue sword qi flew from between his fingers, severing the three wind blades — its speed not only undiminished, but faster still.

The leopard-headed demon general's heart turned cold. The beastly instinct honed over several hundred years screamed a frantic warning. He shrieked in terror and fled madly toward his companions.

"Spare my life…"

Whoosh!

The pale-blue sword qi struck the leopard-headed demon general's body, slicing through his azure-glowing claws without any change in speed, severing both his arms, then piercing through his skull.

Thud!

A corpse devoid of any breath of life hit the ground.

"Show mercy!"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured to himself, smiled, and looked toward Brother Brother Moyu and Chi Yuan, who were furiously rising to their feet. A cold sword intent pressed down, freezing both their bodies stiff and bringing looks of terror to their faces.

"Were the two of you about to say exactly that?"

(End of this chapter)