Chapter 389: The First Time Someone Called Me a Pretty Boy

"You call me a pretty boy?"

Jiang Ding looked at Liu Liu Hongshao, whom he had not seen for a long time, and asked with some curiosity.

This was the first time someone had called him that; it felt so novel.

"Sword Disciple..."

Liu Liu Hongshao felt great terror in her heart, her teeth chattering.

She instantly recalled the scene from seventeen years ago, when they first met and she was severely injured by a single sword strike, and also the past ten-plus years when they surrounded and annihilated the remaining demonic beasts of the Demon Kingdom.

Wherever he passed, there was a bloody wind and rain, and countless man-eating demonic beasts died.

Now, this terror appeared upon herself.

"Sword Disciple, spare my life!"

Liu Liu Hongshao pleaded pitifully: "This servant has worked so hard for the Dao Field for so many years; even if I have no merit, I have endured hardship. I forged a path through thorns to build the Demon Kingdom, leading to today's Master Tushan Xiancheng..."

A wisp of silver-white sword light appeared between her fingers, rapidly filling her entire field of vision.

"Kill!"

Liu Liu Hongshao tore off her pitiful expression; a red silk ribbon flew from her slender waist, which could be grasped in one hand, wrapping toward the youth in green robes before her. Peach blossom miasma spread to the surroundings, confusing the soul and corroding the bones.

"Kill him!"

She snarled: "Otherwise, no one will escape!"

Whoosh!

Sword intent that breaks spells filled the air; the silver-white sword qi instantly pierced the top-grade artifact red silk ribbon, rendering the soul-confusing, bone-corroding peach blossom miasma useless.

The speed did not slow; it pierced a top-grade artifact shield once more, tore through the peach blossom protective shield, flew out from a beautiful head, and the sword qi's spiritual light collapsed.

"Setting aside the debt of saving your life, for every labor you performed, I paid several times the market price in spirit stones."

"What hardship have you endured?"

Jiang Ding said indifferently.

It was nothing but insatiability, greed clouding the mind, and an excuse he had found for himself.

Since that is the case, then he deserves to die.

One such person, one death.

All Foundation Establishment cultivators of the entire Tushan Xiancheng Dao Field hold this erroneous cognition; all Foundation Establishment cultivators of the entire Tushan Xiancheng Dao Field must die.

Unlike the world without the extraordinary, high-level cultivators are absolutely not restricted by so-called bureaucracy; there is no such thing as a threat. What a Foundation Establishment cultivator can do, a Jin Dan cultivator can also do, and can do it better; it is merely more arduous.

"He is only late-stage Foundation Establishment! Kill!"

There was no need for Liu Liu Hongshao to say anything; these demonic cultivators surrounding them had all grown up amidst slaughter and plunder. The instant the youth in green robes appeared, various artifacts—bone forks, bone swords, gu insects, yin souls, fierce ghosts, poison clouds—rushed toward him, followed closely by various spells: fireballs, ice swords, blood arrows, and so on.

The spiritual qi of heaven and earth surged, the momentum terrifying, almost forming a torrent of artifacts and spells.

"Not bad, you have all gathered together."

Jiang Ding looked at these demonic cultivators and nodded slightly.

Even he could not completely eradicate such a large group of calamity cultivators.

Normally they are righteous cultivators; they only bare their fangs at specific times. Some calamity cultivators die, and then some ordinary cultivators become calamity cultivators again for various reasons.

If one watched them every day, one would be able to do nothing else.

One can only increase the number of people in the Law Enforcement Hall and try to keep the crime rate at an extremely low level.

Or, wait until the Maid Corps grows up; they possess high concealment and high mobility. With increased patrols, such matters will gradually vanish.

Clang!

A sword sound rang out; a wisp of silver-white sword qi appeared, one becoming two, two becoming three, and in the blink of an eye formed a sword lotus with thirty-six petals, spinning rapidly, its petal edges sharp and piercing.

One sword lotus, then a second... a twelfth.

Twelve sword lotuses rotated around him; as they leaped, threads of sword qi breathed in and out, flying toward the demonic artifacts and spells in all directions.

Hiss... hiss...

Amidst violent explosions of spiritual light, the metal sword lotuses rotated and made contact with artifacts such as bone forks and bone swords; crisp breaking sounds came, pieces of artifact bone shattered and flew away, followed by clouds of gold-melting, bone-eroding poison, and fireballs silently collapsing.

The sky cleared.

Artifact fragments and spell spiritual light fell in sheets.

"Pfft!"

"You are clearly late-stage Foundation Establishment!"

Forced by the blood-refined artifacts, more than thirty Foundation Establishment cultivators spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood simultaneously; their faces turned deathly pale, and they looked at the sky in disbelief.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Of the twelve silver-white metal lotuses, six remained, each flying toward a different direction.

"Flee!"

"The wind is tight, pull the rope!"

Many demonic cultivators shouted loudly, burned their essence blood, and each transformed into a streak of escape light, splitting into numerous phantom clones, diving underground, turning invisible, using various methods without end, fleeing in all directions to save their lives.

It was not that they were kind enough to remind; the more people who fled at the same time, the more likely it was to disperse the opponent's attacks, thereby surviving.

"Fellow Daoists, why struggle?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

The six metal lotuses suddenly radiated brilliant light; the lotus petals decomposed, and threads of silver-white sword qi appeared in the sky once more, extremely agile and sharp. Twelve sword qi threads formed a group, each tracking off in all directions.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Twelve sword qi threads broke through the top-grade artifact of a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator, tore through his protective shield, sliced open his neck, surged into him, destroyed all life force within his body, and the headless corpse fell.

Looking around again, the sounds of bangs and crashes never ceased; demonic Foundation Establishment cultivators bloomed like fireworks one by one, corpses fell in sheets, piling up the desert and Gobi.

Silence fell around.

Only the howling of the Gobi wind and sand remained.

"Eh?"

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense over, somewhat surprised: "You are called Nine Skulls Old Demon, correct? You are quite famous, and your strength is passable; no wonder you have escaped the Law Enforcement Team's pursuit many times."

Now, he somewhat understood the demonic cultivators who cavorted under the righteous sects in the Immortal Sect television.

Although in the eyes of the story's protagonist, this was a matter as grave as the sky collapsing.

But for the entire Master Tushan Xiancheng, this was a very ordinary matter, happening constantly.

Every day, teaching the serving maids, planting the Molten Gold Vines, convening the Xiancheng meetings, handling the problem of reduced output at the Poison Flow Silver Mine, cultivating oneself, and so on—every single matter was ranked before the extermination of the not-yet-flooded demonic cultivators.

After all, even if this Nine Skulls Old Demon were killed, another demonic cultivator would become number one on the Master Tushan Xiancheng wanted list; it did not mean the world would be at peace from then on.

Crime appeared with the emergence of human social order and could almost never be completely eradicated, including the Immortal Sects.

"My lord, spare my life!"

Beneath a patch of yellow sand, the tall figure of the Nine Skulls Old Demon emerged.

His words were extremely humble, but his hand movements were not slow; he threw out the nine skull heads from his neck, which transformed into nine house-sized, ghastly white skulls. Ghost fire rose from their eye sockets, and they let out a strange, crackling laughter as they charged over here. Each skull head carried the terrifying aura of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The Nine Ghosts Old Demon himself did not even look at the result; he burned his essence blood once more and frantically fled toward the distance.

"Demonic cultivators who use humans as cultivation materials, just like man-eating demons, cannot be spared."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

Two silver-white metal sword lotuses appeared in his hands; he tossed them casually.

Whoosh!

Two streams of silver-white lotus sword light crossed and flew through.

One sword lotus pierced through the foreheads of the nine skull heads, causing the house-sized bodies to collapse and shatter into four pieces.

The other, in the Nine Skulls Old Demon's desperate gaze, imprinted upon his forehead.

Boom!

Accompanied by sword qi filling the sky, the Nine Skulls Old Demon's body turned into flesh and blood fragments and vanished completely.

Jiang Ding did not look at this person again; his gaze fell upon a patch of sky.

There, the auras of two Jin Dan cultivators revealed themselves slightly.

I will try my best to catch up; it's just that the speed cannot be increased. Everyone, please remember, and rest assured.

Also, many people are worried about the eighty years; this should not be the case. The world where Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun resides is the Xiu Xian Shi Gao Jie; eighty years is a very short time, so please rest assured.

In the future, do not worry when you see numbers like several hundred years.

(End of this chapter)