Chapter 134: Visiting Shuya Wang at the Mountain, First Hearing of the Yuanyang Sect 【4k】

Inside Jinyang Cave.

Beams are draped with vines, covered in grapevines, and below lies a hot spring, spanning half a mu, the water clear and bright.

The bottom of the pool is covered in fine sand—frost-white, golden-yellow, purple—a riot of colors, extremely magnificent.

The warm breeze is like wine, mixed with the scent of flowers, flowing continuously, circling all around, making one feel tipsy and intoxicated.

"Haha! Comfortable~"

The Master of Jinyang Cave, maintaining his true form—a duck with a silver-bristled rat head—is submerged in the water.

Only his furry, silver-bristled rat head is exposed, his laughter continuous.

With only his rat head above the water, he splashes about in the hot spring, looking just like a large rat that has fallen into a hot pot, struggling to survive.

He is completely unconcerned about how his True Immortal-level Demon King image appears, caring only for his own comfort.

The group of maidservants serving at his side can only suppress their laughter, feeling stifled and uncomfortable.

There is no help for it; who let the other party be the Great King?

As the guardian divine beast of Xi Jiang Guo, he is the master of all humans and demons within a radius of ten thousand miles.

These maidservants, being close to the water, can slightly disregard his status and act out of turn.

But that is only because the Great King is magnanimous; it does not mean they can truly disrespect this master who holds their life and death in his hands.

Being in the hot spring, with the water vapor hazy, the Master of Jinyang Cave soaks his body, the steaming heat stretching his limbs, making him exceptionally comfortable.

Immediately, his masculine spirit surges, and he shifts his form, transforming into human shape, intending to have a battle with the concubines beside him.

Just at this moment, footsteps suddenly sound from outside, and then a voice comes through, saying, "Great King, there is an urgent matter."

"What is the matter?"

As a "divine beast" revered by a nation, the Master of Jinyang Cave is usually quite busy, and he has long been accustomed to such interruptions, feeling no impatience at being disturbed.

He asks casually, and amidst splashing water, he takes a robe to cover himself and exits the hot spring.

His subordinate, Hua Diao, stands outside a stone gate, bowing his head behind a beaded curtain and saying: "A Demon King has arrived outside the mountain."

The figure of Shuya Wang, who had been walking quickly, falters and stops immediately, his eyes filled with anger, turning blood-red, as he says: "Just send him away."

He had assumed it involved matters of Xi Jiang Guo, and as a divine beast sustained by the incense offerings of a nation, he naturally felt duty-bound.

Whatever he was in the mood for, it all had to be set aside.

After all, his entire cultivation of the 'Divine Immortal Path' and his fruits of labor lie here; he cannot afford not to take it seriously.

"I cannot send him away."

The Hua Diao demon says with some trepidation: "The one who has come from outside is the Yuanlong of Cangmang Mountain, and he has specifically named you, Great King. If I were to go out and handle it, I fear I would be swallowed in one gulp by him in his great rage."

"Yuanlong of Cangmang Mountain."

Upon hearing this, Shuya Wang beckons to the maidservants and begins to dress.

He recalls this existence from the north, and his brow furrows.

The prestige of the Yuanlong of Cangmang Mountain, even in this place where humans and demons live together, is something he has heard of.

It is said that he is incomparably cruel and once swallowed the living beings of over a dozen demon mountains in one go.

However, he does not quite believe this; hearsay is normal.

When he was weak, he also went to those places in the north where the Demon Clan runs rampant and spent time there.

This Yuanlong, just by the name, is clearly from the Dragon Clan. The Demon Master Mansion is not just sitting idle; could they really let the Dragon Clan run wild on their own territory?

Perhaps he just casually swallowed a hundred or so small demons, with one or two capable Demon Kings mixed in.

As a result, one person tells another, and in the blink of an eye, it grows to a count of ten million.

Then you tell me, and I tell you, and it becomes swallowing the living beings of over a dozen demon mountains.

Therefore, he does not pay it much attention.

In the eyes of Shuya Wang, even if he is a dragon crossing the river, once he reaches the territory of this local snake, he must coil up.

"Let him come in and wait first; I will go see him in a moment." Shuya Wang lets the maidservants tend to his attire and speaks.

Mountain trees share the evening, wild clouds hang low.

Fallen leaves dance upon the ground, pure smoke curls, the cold sky makes the frost-stones look gaunt.

Fang Longye sits on a cloud carriage in mid-air, opening his mouth to eat a spirit fruit fed to him by the fair hands of Ao Ying, watching the scenery all around with great interest.

The branches are half-red and half-green, in thick clusters, accumulating a heavy fragrance.

When the wind blows, they fall with a rustle, drifting and swaying, and after being dyed by the water's color, they are coated in a layer of clarity, like a moon suddenly bright and suddenly dim, floating and sinking.

Three or five small deer play in the water before the lake, making cute, bleating sounds, not afraid of strangers.

"What a fine treasure mountain; it is a pity the pearl is cast into the dark." With his divine abilities, he can naturally see the scene inside this Jinyang Cave, but he never expected there to be such a strange beast with a rat's head and a duck's body in the world.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but the key is that this image reminds him of some unpleasant things from his past life.

However, can such an image be revered with incense offerings as a national divine beast just by using its beast form? He immediately casts this thought to the back of his mind.

Having traveled all the way here and entered this southern region where dragons and snakes are mixed, it has been some time; what strange and bizarre things has he not seen?

It is not worth being surprised.

Perhaps the upper-class people of Xi Jiang Guo just happen to like this sort of thing?

At this moment, a creaking sound is heard, the stone gate of Jinyang Cave opens, and a gorgeously dressed woman walks out from within.

With willow-leaf brows and apricot eyes, wearing a skirt, her figure graceful, she walks slowly to the front of Fang Longye and says softly: "Honored guest, please follow this humble one into the Cave Abode; our Great King will be over very soon."

After speaking, the woman's beautiful face carries a smile, appearing extremely charming.

This Hua Diao demon is a clever person. He knows that Demon Kings from the north are accustomed to being arrogant, and few have good tempers.

Since he specifically named his own Great King to come out and welcome him, if his Great King does not come out, the other party will definitely fly into a rage.

Since that is the case, this Hua Diao demon naturally will not bite the bullet and go out, so he simply finds a small demon spirit to take the hit.

After all, this fellow who looked like he had ill intentions was, after all, a member of the Dragon Clan, and he had beauties accompanying him.

One would think he should have a bit more patience for delicate and beautiful little demons. Hmm, perhaps so.

In any case, he himself would not go out of his way to court such trouble.

Fang Longye's eyes opened slightly, and before he could say anything, the expressions of Qingli and Ao Ying instantly turned gloomy.

"Hmph! Giving face but refusing it. Since this filthy thing that is neither rat nor duck treats the Young Master's goodwill as nothing, don't blame us for killing him."

Qingli sneered coldly.

This was not her being unreasonable.

For the Demon Clan in Beiju Luzhou, for an unfamiliar Demon King to come to your Cave Abode and not attack directly, but instead send a notification, was already considered immense goodwill.

Furthermore, when one with a cultivation base far deeper than yours asks you to come out and greet them in person, it is already giving you enough face.

Fang Longye's gaze was deep. In this southern land where various forces were intertwined, Demon Immortals were, after all, still part of the Demon Clan; if he killed them at will, it would only let other forces take advantage.

Originally, considering his own status as a Yaofang master, he was, after all, a member of the Demon Master Mansion, and he was willing to casually uphold the interests of the Demon Master Mansion.

Plus, he only wanted to inquire about some details of the region and had never thought of killing for wealth.

But since this Shuya Wang ignored the goodwill he had shown, then so be it.

Fang Longye closed his eyes and focused his mind.

"Clang—"

Qingli, whose heart was in tune with his, naturally understood his meaning. At once, cold light appeared in her eyes, and she rose abruptly, slashing a sword toward Jinyang Cave.

A massive sword light, awe-inspiring and unstoppable, struck downward, and in an instant, it pressed down right before Jinyang Cave.

The sword light swirled, casting a shadow of death, and amidst its magnificent beauty, a chilling murderous intent permeated.

"Ah!"

"Not good!"

"Run quickly!"

Because the intention was only to force Shuya Wang out, the sword light Qingli unleashed was not particularly fast.

In Shuya Wang's mountain domain, some sharp-eared and keen-eyed little demons happened to see the sword light descending and were scared out of their wits; they screamed loudly and fled in panic, like startled rabbits.

As for the Flower Marten Demon, he had been focusing his spirit and looking outside ever since he sent the little demon out to meet the anger of the Demon King outside the gate on his behalf.

It was not that he was particularly clever.

It was just that, firstly, he was timid by nature and was always fearful when doing anything; and secondly, just looking at the bearing of that Yuanlong, he did not think this Demon King was a kind soul.

"Sure enough—"

The Flower Marten Demon thought to himself, his eyes darting around. Taking advantage of no one paying attention, he lunged forward, revealing his original form, a small variegated marten. Immediately, he dived into an emergency tunnel he had prepared beforehand, and in just a few movements, he disappeared, leaving no trace at all.

This confidant of Shuya Wang, seeing that the situation was wrong, slipped away immediately, not even staying in the Cave Abode.

Rumble—

The massive sword light plunged into Jinyang Cave.

A violent collision sound erupted, triggering visible shockwaves that, along with the sword light, spread in all directions.

The sword light permeated, rippling like water waves, and wherever it passed, pines, cypresses, rocks, pavilions, corridors, and so on, all turned into powder, rustling as the wind blew them.

The momentum was terrifying and very frightening.

Even with the protection of the Array Restriction, it could not withstand a single sword light from Qingli.

Finally, the sword light fell deep into the mountain, directly forming a huge fissure, like an abyss.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed, and magma shooting into the sky erupted from the bottom of the abyss, raging everywhere.

Magma rolled, flames were generated, and black smoke billowed.

This one strike destroyed Jinyang Cave beyond recognition.

"Ah—"

Facing such a miserable scene, Shuya Wang could not help but roar, what kind of grudge or hatred was this? Wasn't it just a slight neglect?

Was it worth it? Sure enough, those from the north were all lunatics!

As someone who had long entrenched himself in the south of Beiju Luzhou, he was naturally not very clear about the general mindset of the northern Demon Clan.

Looking at the miserable scene of his own Cave Abode, with broken walls and ruins, billowing black smoke, his subordinate little demons either dead or injured, and the entire Cave Abode in a mess, it had changed completely.

He was immediately furious, put on his battle armor, grabbed his divine weapon, and rallied his remaining demon soldiers and generals to go out and face the enemy.

"Crazy woman!"

As soon as Shuya Wang went out, he saw Qingli in the air, her clothes fluttering, holding her sword with a cold face.

Thinking that the other party was the culprit who caused his Cave Abode to be destroyed in an instant, anger rose from his heart, and flames seemed to erupt from his entire body.

Ignoring Fang Longye and Ao Ying higher up in the void, he shook his body, and black clouds rushed out from the top of his head.

A foul and disgusting stench covered the surroundings, and at the same time, the large blade in his hand swung down toward Qingli with unstoppable force.

Shuya Wang struck down, the blade light crisscrossing, rising above the pine tops and soaring between the deep valleys.

The pale white light illuminated the surroundings, and the cold murderous intent soaked into one's brow.

The coldness permeated, vast and mighty.

It annihilated vitality and brought destruction.

He was, after all, a being worshipped by a country; although he followed the 'Divine Immortal Path' and lacked physical strength.

But he was a demon cultivator by origin, and he still paid great attention to the techniques of combat and fighting. This quick blade was as fast as lightning and thunder, fierce and domineering.

If one's strength were insufficient, it would likely be a fatal blow.

Shuya Wang was full of murderous intent, gnashing his teeth.

Seeing such momentum, a flash of disdain appeared in Qingli's eyes.

If not for the concern about the foul aura he released, she would not even need to use her divine abilities for his third-rate skills; she could take him down with a single sword strike using only her martial techniques.

With a mere thought, without any movement, sword Qi condensed around her body, forming layers upon layers of blue halos, continuous and unending.

The sword Qi converged into a net; the blade light struck into it as if falling into a quagmire, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Even that foul, black stench capable of defiling the essence, energy, and spirit of a True Immortal was completely whittled away by the sword Qi.

"Ridiculous—"

Qingli's voice was cold, falling into the ears of Shuya Wang, the mockery within it undisguised.

"How can this be?"

He was shocked, his figure flickering as he immediately transformed into his original form—a rat-headed, duck-bodied creature, black mist surging all around him.

"Jiga—"

A disgusting, harsh, and strange sound rang out; he released a sky-filling stench of foul air, then flapped his wings, intending to abandon his dojo and flee.

He was not stupid; if a mere maid by the side had such formidable strength, then the master, Yuanlong, must be even more terrifying.

Terrible, I misjudged!

"Hmph!"

Without waiting for Fang Longye or Ao Ying to act, Qingli moved her mind, and across the sky and earth, sword Qi turned into threads, weaving a great net that ensnared him within.

Bang—

Shuya Wang landed, struggling incessantly within the sword net.

On every single sword thread, thousands of lights burst forth like needles, sinking into the body of Shuya Wang.

"Ah!"

Shuya Wang let out a miserable shriek, and very quickly, blood flowed from his seven orifices as he lay on the verge of death.

"Young Master!"

Qingli noticed Fang Longye bringing Ao Ying as they stopped in the air and descended to this place, and she immediately turned to bow.

Fang Longye smiled gently at Qingli, who looked as if she were presenting a treasure, then looked down at Shuya Wang, whose body was covered in flowing black blood and a foul stench, his expression full of disgust.

He immediately extracted his soul, searched through his memories, and instantly summoned a strand of Sun True Fire to burn him into fly ash.

"Ah?!"

"The Great King is dead!"

"Run!"

"Run, run, run—"

The entire process seemed intense, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.

The remaining demons under the command of Shuya Wang were stunned for a moment, and upon seeing their own Great King die on the spot, they immediately panicked.

They shouted and screamed, scattering like birds and beasts, running away at high speed.

Not a single one went to fight Fang Longye and his group to the death, and certainly no one came to collect the Corpse of Shuya Wang.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; that is exactly how it was.

The demon king who had just been surrounded by followers and acting with authority, a being supported by the full strength of a Human Race nation.

Now, only a pile of Calamity ash remained, lonely and scattered, looking truly miserable.

He signaled for Qingli and Ao Ying to deal with the small demons fleeing in all directions.

Fang Longye first performed a divine ability, summoning Nine Heavens Weak Water, which scattered like a misty drizzle to meticulously cleanse the land that had been defiled by the death of the demon.

Then, he returned to the carriage to calmly read through the memories of Shuya Wang obtained from the Soul Searching Technique.

This was his purpose for coming here—to ask for directions and gather information.

Previously, following a special intuition and through constant calculation, the direction and location of the place where that Taiyi Realm swan had fallen became increasingly clear.

The basic direction had been determined, not far from this Xi Jiang Guo, but he did not know the details of that region.

That was why he needed to find a Demon Clan peer with some foundation to inquire about it.

It was originally just a matter of asking for directions, but it developed into a scene of Mie Gate, which left Fang Longye speechless.

While pondering, his primordial spirit hung like a net, shining as he browsed through information regarding this matter.

"Found it!"

"Cang Lan Shi Guo? Yuanyang Sect?"

Fang Longye opened his eyes, which shone brilliantly, his brows slightly furrowed: "Three Golden Immortal powerhouses?"

The region where he sensed the Taiyi Realm swan had fallen happened to be located within the territory of a powerful sect.

The sect master of this sect was clearly a Golden Immortal, and it was even said that he was no weakling within the Golden Immortal Realm.

He also had two dao companions, both of whom were Golden Immortals.

"Yuanyang Sect?"

Fang Longye remembered something; he flipped his palm, and a metallic token appeared.

The entire token was the size of a palm, red-gold in color, and covered in patterns. Between the cloud patterns, the two characters 'Yuanyang' leaped out upon it.

"Interesting—"

(End of this chapter)