Chapter 119: The Peerless Creation of the Demon Master Mansion: Encountering the Flood Dragon Demon on the Way to the

Thin clouds shine brilliantly, layered and overlapping.

At the treetops, cold springs rinse, and pine winds fill the cloud-filled valley.

The colors of the trees and the light of the stones interweave, forming a sparse and scattered scene with a sense of profound depth.

Scattered like precious jade, they permeate the mountain scenery, adding a touch of mysterious Aura.

Purple and cyan mists swirl, precious wells rise, and the creation is unparalleled, beyond the ability of words to describe.

Fang Longye stood within this immortal mountain, feeling an inexplicable energy rushing toward his face.

It struck between his brows and went straight into his spirit platform; his entire body felt as if it had been cleansed, and his cultivation, Dao practice, and Bloodline all improved by a fraction.

Behind Qingli, who stood by his side, was a halo of light, revealing a sharp edge—clear, cold, and unstained by dust.

Above her head, auspicious clouds billowed; she herself seemed like a divine sword that had undergone tempering, all worldly vanity stripped away.

He looked around, and cold light suddenly bloomed, reflecting the glazed jade colors; it was unstained by the mortal world, like a painting, with a crystalline, unreal feeling.

The surroundings were permeated with a power like flowing time, with different spaces dotted within, like mountain rocks in a lake, reflecting each other and creating interest.

"Space-time..." Fang Longye muttered to himself.

"Is this the Demon Master Mansion?"

"One could say so, and one could also say not..." Before the words had faded, a voice came from afar.

Following the sound, a bright light traveled from far to near, suddenly arriving before Fang Longye, then slowly dispersing to reveal a Treasure Map, upon which characters were outlined, interweaving into a picture.

Leaves swayed, curtains pulled open, and on the small path, emeralds and reds covered the ground; the scenery was full, and a high-spirited man walked down from above, put away the Treasure Map, and faced them with a cold expression.

He was seen wearing a crown and long robes, his eyes clear, his face sinister, and behind him were layers of halos, a miserable, deep green.

Between the sinking and floating of the halos, one could vaguely see several snake heads clustered together, looking grim and ready to devour people.

"Xiangliu..." Fang Longye felt the other's Bloodline emerge in his heart for no reason.

Upon making eye contact, he immediately felt uneasy, sensing an inexplicable power encroaching upon him.

Corruption, Poison, Calamity, destruction... all sorts of things swirled around him, wanting to extinguish his vitality!

"Hmph—" Fang Longye gave a great shout in his heart; the Longyin Bell shook incessantly, and the Cai Xian Sword sliced through everything...

Finally, he recovered.

"At the very least, a top-tier powerhouse among Golden Immortals..." Fang Longye breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself.

Looking at Qingli, he realized she felt nothing, and he understood in his heart that this was not an unintentional act by the other party, but a deliberate one, targeted only at him.

"Is it because I am of the Dragon Clan?"

Seeing this, this Demon Immortal showed no emotion, merely turning to lead the way, signaling for the two to follow.

Fang Longye looked around at the scenery behind him. He saw that the mountain was filled with pavilions and towers, all connected by long corridors.

The corridors had arched windows that Jieyin the clear light from outside, surrounded by extremely intricate and delicate pines and bamboos, looking like rising green clouds.

Many Demon Immortals of various forms, some strong and some weak, walked to and fro, chatting and laughing, looking at him from time to time.

Their eyes were filled with curiosity, hatred, anger, or indifference... and so on.

"The Demon Master Mansion is not a place name, but a force. Don't look at this place as a peerless scenic spot; it is merely the Demon Master Mansion's station in Beiju Luzhou, a manifestation in the present world."

The Demon Immortal leading the way in front suddenly spoke in a cold voice to explain.

"The complete Demon Master Mansion is composed of many Great Thousand Worlds opened up by the various Great Sages of our Demon Clan, the Middle and Small Thousand Worlds opened up by the host of Demon Immortals beneath them, as well as Grotto-Heaven Small Worlds, and so on and so forth, all combined together."

"An ordinary Demon Workshop Master can only linger on this mountain. It is only because the Mansion Master is looking after you that you, this little mud loach, would never be able to step half a step into this place, let alone enter these world-spaces now."

Fang Longye stopped the indignant Qingli, his eyes calm as an ancient well, and asked, "In other words, is there a big figure in the Demon Master Mansion who wants to summon me?"

This Demon Immortal with the Xiangliu Bloodline turned around and gave a cold laugh: "I can only say that you brat really have some methods."

He turned his head to look at Qingli, his eyes full of contempt and hatred: "Hmph! What? Playing the 'master humiliated, servant dies' act with me? You are quite happy being a slave to a Human, aren't you? You shameless thing!"

Having said this, he spoke no more, just leading the two all the way toward the mountain peak.

Fang Longye did not get angry, taking Qingli and following along the way.

He had long expected to encounter such things. As mentioned before, the reputation of the Dragon Clan within the Demon Clan is really not very good.

What's more, this Demon Immortal, who could be seen as a direct descendant of the Demon Clan and a die-hard member of the Demon Master Mansion just by looking at his Bloodline, would naturally find him an eyesore.

It is human nature; he, Fang Longye, is not a rare treasure, and he cannot be liked by everyone.

However, the Dragon Clan has always been petty, and when he was a human in his previous life, he was also a person who would seek revenge for the slightest grievance. He kept this insult in his heart.

Liu Xiang led the way in front, silent, his face always looking unpleasant, a layer of chill brewing in his eyes, trying his best to suppress the surging murderous intent in his heart.

He was afraid that if he couldn't hold back for a moment, he would turn around and swallow the dog-man-and-woman behind him in one gulp.

It is no wonder he felt this way; in the eyes of the Demon Clan, the Dragon Clan is the most two-faced, opportunistic, and hateful.

When the Demon Clan was at its peak, the Dragon Clan tacitly accepted themselves as part of the Demon Clan, and while making a fortune in silence, they did not forget to flirt with the Witch Clan.

When the Demon Clan declined, the Dragon Clan immediately distanced themselves, looked down on the Demon Clan everywhere, and followed the Human Race, the Profound Sect, and Buddhism to kick the Demon Clan when they were down.

Facing such a traitor to the demons, how could he, with the Xiangliu Bloodline, have a good expression?

Especially with Qingli following Fang Longye, with her fawning posture, which made the anger in Liu Xiang's heart even more stifled.

Seeing Qingli, he thought of the increasing number of Demon Clan members in the Earth Immortal Realm nowadays who forget their origins, willingly sink into depravity, and are bent on climbing the social ladder! It is truly a disgrace to the Demon Clan! If not for the concern that Qingli was, after all, a follower of someone the Mansion Master was looking after, he would have swallowed and killed her in one gulp.

The key was that after ruminating on his own scruples, he felt even more depressed.

Fang Longye naturally did not know the specific thoughts of the Demon Immortal Liu Xiang in front.

He just spent the whole way admiring the scenery of this immortal mountain treasure land.

He saw paintings hanging down, Fu Lu Shou acting as the brush, outlining the picture; the palaces were deep, the towers and pavilions stood tall, fragrance opened in the corridors, and immortal flowers filled the gardens.

Countless halos swayed, up and down, left and right, falling to the ground from time to time, then bouncing up, seemingly tangible, seemingly intangible, scattered all over the mountain, beautiful and magnificent.

It did not look like a place of the Demon Clan, but rather like the mansion of immortals and Buddhist figures.

Under his Dharma eyes, within the entire immortal mountain, wisps of purple and cyan precious energy rose upward, some becoming rainbows piercing the sky, some becoming Golden Glow shining on the water, or turning into dragons and phoenixes, dancing gracefully.

Or becoming wish-granting scepters, treasure boxes, golden lamps, canopies, and so on and so forth, vast and mighty, carrying Heavenly Luck above, tracing the earth's energy below, and containing the spirit of humans in the middle—Heaven, Earth, and Human, Sun, Moon, and Stars, Fu Lu Shou, and so on and so forth...

It truly is a blessed land of boundless auspiciousness and unparalleled creation.

"Even just the facade here in Beiju Luzhou is already such a magnificent sight. I wonder what kind of grand spectacle the true interior of the Demon Master Mansion—those Small Thousand Worlds opened up by the great figures of the Demon Clan—must be?"

As Fang Longye was pondering this, he had already arrived at a stone cliff on the immortal mountain. The stone was rugged and craggy, forming a naturally shaped Cloud Platform.

Above the Cloud Platform, clouds billowed and misty waters rose, connecting with the surrounding sea of clouds; one could not see the end at a glance, only rolling waves of clouds.

Above the sea of clouds, rays of light and brilliant rainbows hung down, vast and mighty, with seven colors above, shooting and intersecting to condense into ten thousand floral patterns.

Within the sea of clouds, they gathered in clusters, constantly changing, deriving, and moving back and forth, with a rich fragrance that permeated one's brows.

As soon as Fang Longye and Qingli arrived here, murmurs sounded incessantly in their ears.

Listening carefully, they were all hymns of the Demon Clan from the time the heavens and earth first opened until now.

The ancient days of ruling the heavens and fighting for the earth, the middle ages of lying low and reviving, the recent ages of struggling for survival through blood and tears, and the present of hiding in the abyss.

Sound after sound, beat after beat, containing antiquity and profundity. Coupled with the fact that Beiju Luzhou has always been the private territory of the Demon Clan, it seemed to be telling the visitor.

No matter how the heavens and earth change, or how the eras alternate, the entire world will never lack a seat for the Demon Clan~

Liu Xiang took out an Order Talisman and shook it gently; ten thousand stars flickered, and the surrounding sea of clouds seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible giant hand.

Amidst the ten thousand floral patterns, a portal was revealed, its bronze-colored patterns covered from top to bottom with Demon script seal characters.

Mottled and variegated, a thick layer had accumulated, settling with the traces of time.

Clang—

The portal opened slowly, revealing a continuous vortex of nebulae inside.

One look was enough to make a person dizzy.

Liu Xiang looked at the two and said coldly, "I will see you off here; I wish you good luck."

There was a look of mockery in his eyes; in these realms, even if it were just a Small Thousand World, the Demon Clan within would not be easy to provoke.

Furthermore, although he did not know which great figure of the Demon Master Mansion wanted to see Fang Longye, being able to order him to perform the task of welcoming guests meant they must be a Daluo.

Among the subordinates of these Daluo, there were some unruly characters that even the Mansion Master could not restrain.

The Daluo might value Fang Longye, but that does not mean the Demon Immortal under this Daluo would look at him with special regard; I fear they are more likely to want to weigh his worth.

Fang Longye is merely of the Dragon Clan; once he enters such a place, he will have a hard time.

"Then many thanks for leading the way!"

Fang Longye did not care; for an existence whose identity he did not even know, that was all there was to it.

Naturally, he could not be bothered to make acquaintances.

Carrying Qingli, he stepped directly into the portal. The nebula vortex immediately began to spin, and they vanished instantly.

Only the vast sea of clouds remained.

Fang Longye carried Qingli as he walked out of the portal, feeling a lightness beneath his feet.

Below had transformed into an ocean of starlight, shimmering and sparkling, surrounded by brilliant starlight that moved like the stars of the heavens, with no end in sight.

A green leaf of a thousand feet supported them, verdant and dripping with vitality. Stepping on it was like walking on flat ground, exceptionally solid.

Immediately, the green leaf swayed and set off toward a direction deep within the Star Sea.

He cast 'Gaze Through Walls', but as expected, he could not see clearly.

He only knew that this Star Sea was a special space created by the pouring of Star True Water, not the true starry sky suspended above the firmament.

However, the more it was like this, the less simple it naturally was.

Fang Longye's eyes flickered slightly.

Under 'Gaze Through Walls', he could only see that within the "Star Sea", space was folded, layered and dizzying, intersecting with each other, containing extraordinary power.

If one were to act rashly, the result could be imagined; one would inevitably be directly swept into the turbulence.

Fang Longye stretched, then half-leaned on a vine chair taken out by Qingli, playing with the wine cup filled by Qingli.

Sipping slowly, he watched with great interest things that were invisible to the naked eye.

In the void around the "Star Sea", massive demon shadows would appear from time to time, whether it was a scale, a claw, a tail, or a head.

But the parts revealed were enough to be shocking; one could imagine how vast their true forms were.

With his abilities, plus various divine powers, he could naturally see clearly that these demon shadows were not illusions, but the true forms of some Demon Immortals.

Unconcealed prying.

Well, this is their base camp, so they naturally act indulgently and freely.

Fang Longye raised his wine cup to toast these demon shadows, then drained it in one gulp.

Afterward, perhaps seeing that they had been discovered, or perhaps because their curiosity had been satisfied, these demon shadows swayed and gradually left.

They gradually thinned out and eventually ceased to appear.

Afterward, having traveled for about half an hour, Fang Longye was drinking his wine while observing the brilliant starlight on both sides.

Suddenly sensing something, he turned his head to look forward, only to see a Green Leaf Dharma Boat similar to the one beneath his feet coming in his direction.

Standing on the green leaf with his hands behind his back was a person, majestic in stature, with divine light in his eyes.

The whole person stood at the bow of the boat, as steady as a mountain.

"Jiao Mowang!"

Fang Longye stood up and spoke.

He saw that he wore a Purple Gold Crown, was draped in a Black Robe, and wore Cloud-Stepping Boots; his figure was slender, his features distinct, and his face handsome.

The scale patterns between his brows were distinct, with black and green vertical lines intersecting, and a pair of gloomy eyes with a pale green halo permeating to the corners of his brows, giving the whole person an added touch of sinister ferocity.

Regarding this future Fuhai Great Sage, Fang Longye had naturally collected his portrait when conditions permitted.

He naturally recognized him at a glance.

Jiao Mowang saw his reaction and immediately smiled. But although it was well-intentioned, because of his temperament, it was tinged with a sinister air.

Within his eyes, starlight suddenly appeared, exceptionally dazzling amidst the emerald green, as he followed the gaze of Fang Longye.

Their gazes collided, clashing like needles against wheat.

An inexplicable Aura merged, and under a mysterious intuition, there was a sense of connection.

There were no drawbacks, only an association in a certain aspect.

A long while passed.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Jiao Mowang's thoughts stirred, and the Green Leaf Dharma Boat accelerated. A short while later, they gradually drew near.

He leaped, soaring nimbly into the air, then landed steadily upon the Green Leaf Dharma Boat of Fang Longye, bursting with myriad starlight and stirring up ripples in concentric circles.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanlong, I have long admired your great name!" He paced over to stand before Fang Longye, offered a slight bow, and said with a beaming smile.

As he walked, water shimmered, though it was entirely composed of black halos.

"You are too kind, Fellow Daoist! As for you, I have also long admired your great name, yet I had never seen you in person. To see you today is a stroke of great fortune~"

Fang Longye immediately returned the salute, then swapped in a set of magnificent Cloud Couch and table, inviting him to be seated.

He poured wine to extend an invitation, appearing humble and courteous.

After all, he had slept with quite a few of the man's sisters; this bit of etiquette was still necessary.

It was absolutely not because he felt a bit uneasy inside upon seeing that this Jiao Mowang was indeed, as he had guessed, already a Golden Immortal.

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