Chapter 904

After being rebuked by several senior Stewards, the Inner Disciples, though unwilling, gritted their teeth and did not retort further.

They naturally understood the reasoning, but seeing the Holy Land occupied by these hateful Demonic Cultivators made it impossible for them to swallow their anger.

As Inner Disciples, they had grown up in the Holy Land since childhood, enjoying the finest cultivation environment, vast cultivation resources, the most complete instruction, and the Holy Land's constant care.

Now the Holy Land faces danger, yet they can only flee with their tails between their legs—how could they be willing?

As for those senior Stewards, their cultivation is all at the Shèngjìng level, and they have only a few years left to live, so naturally they will not flee.

Having devoted their lives to the Holy Land, dying in battle for it would perhaps be their best final resting place.

"Alright, no need for more words; leave now and head straight for Tianhong Guan. Once the battle ends, these Demonic Cultivators will be nothing to fear."

Unwilling, extremely unwilling—even Shi Yiyi clenched her fists; she was born in Yunluo Holy Land, and this place is her home.

Now her home is about to be stolen—how could she be willing?

Yet faced with the current situation, they have no other option; no matter how unwilling, what can they do? Should they stay and fight to the death with the Demonic Cultivators, then all die here?

Just when everyone was full of unwillingness yet helpless, suddenly a voice spoke.

"Well... actually, it's not completely without a chance."

Huh???

Hearing this, everyone turned toward the sound, their gazes locking onto Ye Zhangqing, who had spoken.

Ye Zhangqing hadn't expected that emerging from seclusion would turn the situation into this damn state, leaving him dazed, as if he had stepped into another world.

Those who didn't know thought he had been in seclusion for a hundred years, not just one month.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Nangong Qing was the first to step forward, staring fixedly at Ye Zhangqing as he asked.

This guy had snatched a spot in the Yunmeng Luo Sea, causing the other disciples to envy and resent him.

Now he's spouting nonsense here—quite literally, just spouting nonsense.

With just this few people, can they possibly stop the Demonic Cultivators? Is that even possible?

"You must be Little Friend Changqing, right?"

At this moment, several senior Stewards also stepped forward, smiling as they spoke.

"I am the junior Ye Zhangqing."

"When you left, Senior Qi Xiong, Shèngzhǔ, and Senior Yun specifically instructed that if you emerged from seclusion, you must guarantee your safety."

"Don't worry; by then you'll follow Nangong Qing and the others straight to Tianhong Guan, where all the people from Dao Yi Shengdi are."

Ye Zhangqing's safety was not only a concern for Qi Xiong and them, but also for Yunluo Holy Land and Shi Zu and the others, who could have given instructions as well.

His safety must be guaranteed.

Therefore, those senior Stewards were also extremely concerned about this.

Yet facing those people, Ye Zhangqing calmly said.

"Actually, there really is a chance; I have a way."

"You're serious?"

Upon this, Nangong Qing couldn't help but ask, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

If there were a chance of victory, he would naturally not want to leave, nor would he want to see the Holy Land occupied by Demonic Cultivators.

His blazing gaze fixed on Ye Zhangqing, as if he were looking at an unparalleled beauty.

Not only him, but all the other disciples felt the same, including Shi Yiyi.

"Um... please don't get excited; this makes me nervous."

He unconsciously stepped back half a pace, mainly because these guys' gazes were too fervent, making Ye Zhangqing feel a creepy sensation.

"Good, good, good—do you really have a way?"

Nangong Qing didn't care about those things; he just wanted to confirm whether Ye Zhangqing truly had a method.

Even those senior Stewards wore expressions of inquiry.

"I heard before that the Zhongzhou demon race has no existence above the Shèngjìng level; is that true?"

"That's correct; even if not entirely accurate, any stray survivors would number no more than a handful, and the highest cultivation would only be Shèngjìng—let alone the Great Saint Realm, which is utterly impossible."

One of the senior Stewards replied.

Even Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators are not allowed to exist, let alone Great Saints.

Demonic Cultivators of the Great Saint Realm—let alone the major sects, even the Three Holy Lands would spare no effort to slay them.

So perhaps a few Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators might linger, having escaped the purge, but Great Saint Demonic Cultivators are absolutely impossible.

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing nodded.

"Then there is a chance of victory."

"Everyone present are Inner Disciples of the Holy Land, and several seniors have cultivated in the Shèngjìng for years; at the same level they would fear no one, let alone those Demonic Cultivators who hide and scavenge, with extremely scarce cultivation resources."

Hearing this, the people nodded in agreement.

Indeed, in a battle of equal rank, they fear these Demonic Cultivators not at all, and even dare say they could easily slay them.

"So the key issue now is numbers."

"Little Friend is correct; we, at most thirty or forty in total, while the Demonic Cultivators number at least tens of thousands—such a gap is indeed too great."

"And there is the Holy Land's Formation."

"Even if it could hold, people eventually exhaust their strength, and those Demonic Cultivators won't give us a chance to rest."

Demonic Cultivators aren't fools; they surely know where their advantage lies, and with such a huge edge in the battle, they would naturally give us no breathing room.

In such a situation, no matter how strong your combat power, how long could you endure?

There will always be a time when Línglì is exhausted.

This is also one of the points where those senior Stewards feel most helpless, and also something they have no way to deal with.

If I say I can solve this problem?

You can? You mean medicinal pills? Too bad, all the medicinal pills in Dao Yi Shengdi have been taken to the Tianhong Guan front line.

Medicinal pills can indeed help, but it's not enough, let alone now inside the Yunluo Holy Land, there's basically no medicinal pills left.

They had already been taken to Tianhong Guan.

It's not medicinal pills, and moreover, its effect is better than medicinal pills.

Better than medicinal pills? Little friend, you're not joking.

No, several seniors should know my identity, right?

That's natural, little friend, you're not from Dao Yi Shengdi... are you referring to the Spirit Chef Alliance?

At first I wanted to say the chief elder of Dao Yi Shengdi, but upon thinking it's not right, even if you were the chief elder of Dao Yi Shengdi, what could you do?

Could it be that the Demonic Cultivators would retreat because of this? Obviously impossible.

But suddenly, one of the old stewards suddenly thought of the Spirit Chef Alliance.

Right, this Ye Zhangqing is not only the chief elder of Dao Yi Shengdi, but also the Meal Ancestor of the Spirit Chef Alliance; but what good would that do?

Seeing that everyone still wasn't very convinced, Ye Zhangqing could only speak up.

How about this: mere talk isn't proof; let you personally experience it and see how it goes?

Good.

This time it was Nangong Qing; his answer came so quickly, without a trace of hesitation, anyway trying it wouldn't hurt, if Ye Zhangqing really had a method, that would be fantastic news for them.