Chapter 207: Xiao Yue Invades Qingzhou (Later)

Qingzhou City, General's Mansion.

After a brief rest, Aunt Aqian left Qingzhou once more, stepping into the demon lands to continue her centuries-old duty.

Without the Little Demon King, Xiao Yue was still Xiao Yue.

It only eased the pressure—it did not mean safety had been secured.

The courtyard appeared slightly empty.

To avoid inconvenience during discussions, Fang Heng had earlier moved his grandmother to another location.

You Longtao had not yet returned.

Jiang Yuanhua needed to oversee Tingyang Commandery on his behalf, so he sat steadily beside a stone table beneath the great tree, with only Bai Ziming guarding him.

Seeing Jiang Shijie and Shen my lord enter.

Bai Ziming first bowed respectfully, then formed a finger seal to alert his master—without letting them wait long, a precious sword returned from the horizon.

"You're here?"

Jiang Yuanhua opened his eyes.

Such speed surprised even Shen Yi—he was no doubt a Wu Xian whose Yin Spirit had left the body; utterly unlike mere flesh and blood.

Even the perfected Xioyao Chengfeng Art… even the Hongyun Treasure fully charged with Qi—could not match the speed of a Yin Spirit.

Only such travel efficiency could truly be called protecting an entire province.

"I called you back mainly to discuss the Little Demon King—it has powerful backing, but fortunately, our luck has been good."

Jiang Yuanhua took out Bai Yu, a faint smile appearing on his face: "Don't blame me for talking too much—old people tend to be nagging. Though the Blood-Transformation Demon Emperor is held back by the True Person of Mount Wutong, he's still a Demon Emperor. Killing him is unlikely. Unless necessary, try not to leave Daqian's borders."

Within Daqian, you can still rely on nominal alliance ties to deter demons.

Once you step outside, the Immortal Sects won't care one bit.

After giving his instructions, Jiang Yuanhua fell into a brief silence.

"… "

Shen Yi turned his gaze elsewhere—if this were all there was to say, there was no need to summon them back; two simple sentences could have been written on a letter.

Indeed, after much hesitation, Jiang Yuanhua turned his eyes to the cold-faced Miss: "Are you planning to leave?"

"After breaking through Slain Hunyuan."

Jiang Qiulan stood with hands at her sides; after a few breaths, she added: "I will kill Xiao Yue, the Demon King."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuanhua froze for an instant, then slowly rose, his voice slightly hoarse: "Thank you."

Killing the Little Demon King was an agreement long fulfilled; killing Xiao Yue, the Demon King, was something beyond that agreement.

Clearly, the girl he had raised from childhood was not heartless or irresponsible…

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuanhua gave a self-deprecating smile—he had never been such a person; he himself had turned things into this mess.

He composed himself and bowed earnestly: "The path of cultivation is fraught with peril. May your future shine bright. Take care."

Jiang Qiulan lifted her gaze slightly and nodded gently: "Take care."

Bai Ziming stood beside them with a complex expression—his sister wasn't leaving right now; this so-called farewell was actually severing their bond.

The original agreement had been fulfilled; from now on, she was no longer the General's disciple.

In every word, his master had begun treating his sister as an equal cultivator.

Crack—

Shen Yi heard the faint, almost imperceptible sound of cracking again.

"I probably won't be able to follow you anymore," Jiang Qiulan said softly, turning her head.

"I understand," Shen Yi nodded. This was how it had to be.

He did not envy her—after all, she had only one Dao Infant, while he had two in his Qi Sea, ready to emerge whenever he wished.

Jiang Yuanhua watched the two in silence.

He suspected his own body hadn't gained too many more holes partly because of General Shen—this girl had become far gentler than before.

"… "

At that moment, Jiang Yuanhua seemed to sense something.

His eyelids twitched violently; he sat down silently and closed his eyes again.

The long sword on the table shot skyward, brimming with intense killing intent!

Bai Ziming's face changed—he had guarded his master for years, but this was the first time his master had summoned his Yin Spirit with such urgency.

Jiang Qiulan slightly furrowed her brows.

Before either could react, crimson clouds suddenly rose beside them, surging with overwhelming demonic energy as they chased after the sword!

…

Outside Qingzhou, on the edge of Yang'an Commandery.

An armored old wolf slowly stepped into the county town, gazing around with a hint of nostalgia at the bustling civilians.

Seeing this beast with a wolf's head and human body, two sword-wielding constables froze for a moment—they had never encountered a demon so brazen: not only had it entered openly without concealment, but now it stood calmly in place.

The next instant, both shouted in unison: "Demons have attacked! Alert the government office!"

As if hearing them, a precious sword streaked across the sky like a meteor, unleashing boundless sword intent—a rushing river of radiant light!

The spectacle was immense, yet not a single trace of energy leaked out.

In the old wolf's eyes, the sky filled with swirling white mist—Qingzhou's incense and devotional power—now rising with the sword, like a furious dragon sweeping through the air!

Xiao Yue, the Demon King, snarled fiercely.

That was the sword that had blocked him for years.

Clang!

He hunched slightly, a crescent-bladed saber appearing in his clawed hand, striking the sword's blade with brutal precision.

There was no sky-piercing wave of Qi, no county city collapsing.

It was as if two ordinary martial men of the jianghu had crossed blades, producing a perfectly unremarkable crisp ring.

Only the two combatants themselves knew what terrifying aura was contained within those blades.

"You see, you're still that petty."

Howling Moon Demon King took this sword head-on, baring his fangs, a savage grin unceasing on his face.

Opposite him, the ethereal Yin God stood single-handed gripping his sword, suspended in the air, and behind him condensed joss-stick wish-power as solid as substance, like white clouds clustering, transforming the surroundings into something like an immortal realm.

"Do you want to die?"

In Jiang Yuanhua's eyes was a bone-chilling coldness; not the slightest emotion on his face.

Beyond Outside Qingzhou was Howling Moon's territory.

But this place was Qingzhou — it was his, Jiang Yuanhua's, Qingzhou.

Howling Moon Demon King lightly smoothed the scraggly fur atop his head with his other hand: "That's not it. I just want to stall you for a while, let those useless things under this King have a comfortable romp through Qingzhou… don't count on your great generals — just for Yang'an Prefecture alone, this King has arranged three."

"…"

A savage smile rose on Jiang Yuanhua's face.

With the Yin God's speed, if the other dared to let Embracing Elixir Realm Demon Lords gather together, however many came, he could kill that many, and after killing them he could still return to continue blocking this wolf demon.

"Look at you."

Howling Moon Demon King once again swung his blade to intercept the longsword the other slashed over: "I've already told you this King only came for a romp, how can you not understand plain words?"

Before the words had fallen.

The hand steadily gripping the longsword suddenly trembled slightly.

The Yin God, already ethereal to begin with, suddenly became like a rootless duckweed.

The sword tip slowly descended.

A few more traces of bewilderment appeared on the Yin God's face; he looked at the wolf demon before him, then turned his head to look toward a more distant direction.

"Tsk."

Howling Moon Demon King shook his head: "Your Qingzhou city, seems like it's about to be gone?"

(End of chapter)