Chapter 156: Just relying on you vermin, how could you possibly save the world?

Shimei, enough.

The spear-bearing youth said somewhat helplessly:

Young in years, I don't know why you're always so burdened; you should be like me, your senior brother, follow your heart and nature, be indifferent to the world.

"Heh, who knows whose heart is heavy," Yan Hongye snorted coldly.

On the other side, the combined power of the orthodox and demonic factions finally quelled the rampant demonic qi.

Yan Chixia said loudly:

Everyone should understand that the demonic qi gathered at the Yinshi Youquan Spring is the utmost yin evil between heaven and earth; no kind of demon or monster can bear the vicious, murderous aura contained in that qi.

Once it erupts, it will be an unprecedented heavenly catastrophe; all spirits will be corroded by the demonic qi and turned to calamitous ash.

Moreover, even Saniang's Great Demon-Sealing Array can only temporarily suppress the demonic energy erupting from the Yinshi Nether Spring; if, now, we still refuse to unite and face this apocalyptic catastrophe, our only fate is a dead end.

Qiye pondered for a moment, then said:

Elong, our current enemy is not the Profound Heart Orthodoxy; to avoid damaging this formation, go bring people to dig up the Yin Thunder buried around the Forest of Forgetting Love.

"Holy Lord, Wujian is gravely wounded, his life hanging by a thread—are we really just going to let it be?" Elong felt utterly unwilling.

Do as I say." Qiye's face sank:

This Holy Lord will certainly seek justice for Wujian; first return to camp to discuss the Yinshi Youquan Spring matter.

Yes." Elong bowed and accepted the order.

Qinglong, issue the orders: since the founding of the Profound Heart Orthodoxy, we have always put the world's people first; lead the troops to withdraw back to camp for now, and temporarily not be enemies with the Demon Palace.

Yes." Qinglong replied respectfully.

That's right; since both sides are sincere in cooperating, tonight at the you hour, Yan Chixia will set up camp here to await everyone and discuss the grand plan.

Upon hearing this, both sides showed no pleasant expressions, for to the Devil Lord Qiye, this is his father's killer; to the Sect Leader of the Golden Light Sect, this is a sect traitor.

The two of them gave him a look of utter disinterest and each returned to their own camp.

Shimei, you say your father's such proactive attitude—is he trying to save you and your mother from being turned to calamitous ash by the demonic qi, or to save more of the world's people?

Both, and you also left out yourself." Yan Hongye glanced askance at the spear-bearing youth.

I seem never to have done anything like a world-saving hero; that sounds rather interesting." Zhuang Buran took off his invisibility talisman and asked with a smile:

Shimei, do you think I, your senior brother, have the bearing of a world-saving hero?

If you only have lightness skill, it's probably hard to do anything as a world-saving hero.

Yan Hongye's face suddenly showed a smile; after taking off her invisibility talisman, she imitated someone's light cough and said:

As an inheritor of the Profound Heart Marvelous Secret Manual, saving the world is naturally my duty.

Not bad, you have a third of my senior brother's charm; I hope you keep improving." Zhuang Buran laughed helplessly.

Hearing that, Yan Hongye couldn't help but also be amused by her own behavior.

"Soon, Madam will certainly go to the Yinyue Dynasty, using the rescue of one of the Four Sages, Wujian, as sincerity, to invite them to discuss countermeasures against the Yinshi Youquan Spring; you still aren't going to guard the Dharma?"

And you?

My senior brother's Dao arts are inadequate; I truly am not worthy to accompany you." Zhuang Buran sighed helplessly.

Yan Hongye gave an annoyed smile and walked straight toward Sima Saniang.

After a couple of hours, night fell.

Not far from the Forest of Forgetting Love, lights blazed; at the center stood a high platform, with chairs and brazier racks on either side, and many canopies were set up at the edges.

Soon, the two groups arrived at the camp at the same time; the Golden Light's gaze narrowed:

Sima Saniang, what do you mean by traveling with the demonic faction?

As his gaze turned to Yan Hongye, thinking that she cultivated the Profound Heart Marvelous Secret Manual and held a special status in the sect, even he, the Sect Leader, had to obey her; his attitude eased slightly:

Miss Hongye, why are you with these demons?

Sima Saniang didn't wait for her daughter to reply, a hint of mockery appearing on her face:

Isn't it just because you, the Profound Heart Orthodoxy, like to meddle in good deeds?

If it weren't for Sima Saniang timely rescuing the sage Wujian's life, tonight would have been just some grand discussion; instead, the orthodox and demonic factions would have clashed again in battle.

Upon hearing these words from Qiye, the Golden Light was about to erupt, but Yan Chixia arrived just in time to smooth things over:

Since the orthodox and demonic factions have come as promised, it shows everyone has the intention to cooperate and all wish to jointly resolve the apocalyptic disaster brought by the Yinshi Youquan Spring.

Let's first enter the camp and discuss in detail.

He gestured with his hand:

Everyone, please.

The two groups said nothing more, and upon entering the camp not long after, they saw a spear-bearing youth lazily leaning against a wooden post.

Qiye's steps halted, his expression suddenly turning stern:

Carrying double spears, with a lazy smile often on your face, have you been to Lanruo Temple?

Upon these words, everyone stopped in their tracks; Yan Chixia and Sima Saniang both showed puzzled expressions.

Yan Hongye immediately thought of something and stepped forward:

Devil Lord Qiye, my senior brother and I once slew a thousand-year spider spirit at Lanruo Temple; if I'm not mistaken, she should have defected from your Demon Palace, attempting to establish herself as an independent rebel.

"This Holy Lord is not referring to her." Qiye gazed deeply at the spear-bearing youth:

Did you kill a little fox at Lanruo Temple?

I never expected the Devil Lord of the Yinyue Dynasty to be such a deeply affectionate person." Zhuang Buran said nonchalantly.

Now the apocalyptic disaster is right before our eyes, yet you come to talk about a little fox demon; with a Devil Lord like you, I truly worry for the future of the Yinyue Dynasty.

He paused, then said again:

If I'm not mistaken, that little fox isn't dead; otherwise, someone as lovesick as the Devil Lord would have long since used the Heaven-Severing Sword-Drawing Technique.

You should be glad she isn't dead." Qiye said, word by word.

Zhuang Buran shook his head:

"Hehe, it's just that I don't know any spellcraft; otherwise, when I discovered her soul had suddenly vanished, I should have cast a spell to scatter her soul and spirit."

After listening, Qiye's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent; Jing Wuyuan, however, suddenly spoke:

"Holy Lord, after all, Xiaoqian is no longer in danger of losing her life; we still need to prioritize the Yin Moon Mystic Spring."

"Right, right, right, I never taught this disciple from childhood, resulting in his very unruly temperament; please don't take offense." Yan Chixia hurriedly said.

"As disciples of the Profound Heart Sect, we inherently uphold the notion of exterminating all demons and monsters."

Jinguang glanced at Yan Chixia:

Fortunately you sent Zhuge Liúyún to study the Dao under the Lofty Peak Elder; otherwise, becoming a sect traitor like you would be our misfortune.

Both sides, say a little less, or else before we can work out a plan, the demonic qi will turn us to calamity ash," Sima Sanniang said, feeling somewhat helpless.

What San Niang says is right; once we settle the Yin World Hidden Spring, we can fight however we like," Yan Chixia said, cutting the Gordian knot.

Everyone, the important matter is at hand, please proceed.

Qiye gave the listless spear‑wielding youth a deep look, then walked toward the distant platform; Jinguang didn't even glance at Yan Chixia, striding straight forward.

Zhuge Liúyún, what riddles were you and Qiye the Demon Lord exchanging just now?" Yan Hongye quickly walked to Zhuang Buran's side.

Earlier, outside Lanruo Temple, you should have noticed I killed a little fox; it must be a sprite of the Yin Moon Dynasty," the spear‑wielding youth said unhurriedly.

After I killed her, I sensed that her soul and body were abnormal, and then her soul vanished.

I see," Yan Hongye nodded.

At the same time, the two groups began arguing in front of the platform.

Standing aside, Sima Sanniang whispered:

There's only one seat on the platform; don't tell me you arranged that?

It's Liúyún!" Yan Chixia realized belatedly:

I was wondering why he became so diligent.

Sima Sanniang also laughed in anger: "I knew it was that brat."

At the same time, the Vermilion Bird respectfully said:

Please, Sect Master, take your seat.

The Asura would not yield:

Please, Holy Sovereign, take your seat.

The Profound Heart Orthodoxy is the number one orthodox sect; how can we sit in the lower seat of the demonic path?" Xuanwu's face showed contempt.

The Yin Moon Dynasty is the orthodox line of the demonic path; it's even less possible for us to sit in the lower seat of the orthodox sects," the Evil Ghost said without room for doubt.

If the upper seat isn't taken by the Holy Sovereign, then there's nothing to discuss.

The two sides kept arguing like that, while Jinguang and Qiye stood there by themselves, each side overly wary, fearing the other would seize the initiative and bring danger.

A faint voice carrying a hint of laughter suddenly reached everyone's ears:

I arranged this seat; of course I'll sit here. What's the point of your arguing?

Upon hearing this, everyone saw a somewhat languid spear‑wielding youth seated in the chief place on the platform.

Liúyún, stop fooling around—come down at once!

Yan Chixia frowned deeply, just about to step forward to bring this wayward disciple down, when the platform surged with a heroic pressure that pressed down upon those below.

Boom—boom—boom!

The elite disciples of the Profound Heart Orthodoxy and the many great demons of the Yin Moon Dynasty were all pressed to the ground by that aura.

Even the Four Generals of the Profound Heart Orthodoxy and the Four Sages of the Demon Palace felt as if bearing a heavy mountain, unable to straighten their waists, only able to half‑kneel, propping themselves up.

Below the platform, only Yan Chixia's family of three, Jinguang, Qiye, and Jing Wuyuan remained standing.

At that moment, whether prone, crouching, or standing, everyone stared at the spear‑wielding youth on the platform with utter shock.

He rested one arm on the armrest, propped his chin with the other hand, and lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, smirking:

With you insects, how could you save the world's masses? I'll simply take the responsibility myself.

(End of chapter)