Chapter 211: I Am a Cow Demon

Dark red demonic clouds spread across the sky, black cloaks drifting above the city of Outside Qingzhou.

The woman held a long sword slantwise, its guard shaped like a blue-and-white jade flower.

Several gashes had opened on her shoulders, frost slowly melting upon them.

Her graceful figure hovered motionless in midair.

Beneath her, the vast Zhen Mo Si compound had collapsed by more than half, its many captains clad in cloud-patterned ink robes gathered together like a dense black cloud.

Yet these once fearsome and dignified men now appeared utterly insignificant beneath the dark red sky.

Amid the ruins, the girl whose body shimmered with cold light was buried under broken beams and shattered bricks.

Boom—

Jiang Qiulan gently pushed aside a massive roof beam, striving to keep her expression calm as she tried to rise; yet her trembling palms and the fading mist in her dark eyes betrayed her true condition.

As she staggered upright, all eyes turned to her.

Ordinary civilians hid inside their homes; that thin wooden door was already the strongest shelter in their hearts.

Countless members of noble houses and sects now flooded the main street, staring helplessly at the figure they had once feared most.

She had once committed mass slaughter in Lady Yushan's county, leaving people sleepless with dread.

But now, with demons and monsters attacking, only she could stand before them… and even she could no longer hold them back.

"Laozu! Act now!"

Li Xinhan stepped into the opulent mansion, clad in a direwolf fur cloak, gripping a silver-bright long blade.

His face was caked in blood, yet he still bellowed at the top of his lungs.

A withered old man stepped forward, followed by a group of terrified family members, snapping: "What are you yelling for?"

"Help us!"

Under the overturned nest, no egg remains whole; Li Xinhan clenched his blade's hilt, emotions spiraling out of control.

When had Outside Qingzhou ever seen demons and monsters breach its walls in a thousand years?

Here were four illustrious surnames, the largest contingent of Zhen Mo Si officers, and the entire province's only Wu Xian.

"Help…"

The withered old man, rarely so uncomposed, glared bitterly at this ignorant youth: "Before such a powerhouse, I am no different from you."

Hearing this, Li Xinhan froze in place, his long blade slipping limply from his grasp.

Laozu was the strongest he knew, the very foundation of the Li family—yet even he could only stand there, helpless like himself?

He turned and charged out again.

The Li family Laozu frowned but made no move to stop him.

This demon king had shrouded the entire city with overwhelming demonic power; the only difference was where one died—escape was absolutely impossible.

Realizing this, he sighed and looked upward.

Lady Qinghua was no soft-hearted soul; she had given Jiang Qiulan a moment to breathe, yet suddenly a precious sword appeared before her.

The blade was wrapped in incense and devotional energy, yet it carried no trace of peace—only slaughter and madness.

She said coolly: "I've never seen a Wu Xian like you."

Having lost her physical body, her only chance of survival was to find a vessel to inhabit—such as a cherished sword she deeply bonded with, becoming a sword soul to slow her dissolution, or, if lucky, entering a Golden Body to continue cultivation.

Before that, any exertion would accelerate his demise.

Especially seeking out a demon king far stronger than himself.

"… "

The precious sword gave no reply; unseen by others, Jiang Yuanhua stood gripping it, his swordlight like a mighty river, surging forward without retreat toward Lady Qinghua.

In the ruins, Jiang Qiulan's breathing grew slower.

Deep gashes covered her flesh, revealing the cold white Xuanbing Shasha energy within; her entire body became a streak of light racing toward the heavens.

She was known as Outside Qingzhou's sharpest sword, yet she always fought with empty hands.

Now, that white cold current became a blade capable of shattering rivers and splitting seas, suddenly slashing toward Lady Qinghua!

Crack—crack—crack—

Lady Qinghua slashed horizontally with her blade, colliding with the cold current.

Simultaneously, she calmly raised a blue-flowered precious umbrella; its fragile canopy rotated slowly, blocking every incense-and-devotion-wrapped swordlight.

"If I were you, I wouldn't rush to break through a realm."

She turned her gaze aside—the blade's edge was calmly held by a bloodied, mangled hand; Jiang Qiulan's face was half stripped of flesh by demonic power, her Nascent Soul formed from Xuanbing Qisha energy radiating chilling cold.

That eye was like Bai Yu, utterly still as a deep well.

"If you foresaw this would happen, you should have left early—you might still have had a chance at revenge."

Lady Qinghua tried to withdraw her blade, but the other forced her way through, still possessing far greater reserves than even a newly broken Jinghunyuan Sect master—her Dan Formation method must have been the most grueling.

Had she broken through normally, even I might not have easily subdued her.

Add to that her talent, and she would surely achieve greatness in time.

"… "

Jiang Qiulan silently stared at the blade's edge, her fingers tightening gradually until it shattered between them; her voice grew faint: "Revenge is meaningless."

Once the dust settles, nothing can be changed.

Chasing time was to avoid meeting the same regret again.

She was truly exhausted.

Truly unwilling to chase once more.

She used her palm as a blade, suddenly slashing across Lady Qinghua's neck—a deep gash appeared, blood gushed forth, then froze solid by the cold.

Boom!

Lady Qinghua's palm nearly simultaneously stamped onto her chest, and the Nascent Soul Jiang Qiulan had revealed now clearly bore cracks upon it.

"I am a yao."

Lady watched her plummet downward, reaching up to cover the wound on her neck — a wound fatal to ordinary people, but for a powerful yao king, it could not even make her expression change.

In an instant, the sword-light on the other side finally tore apart that Lady Qinghua umbrella; the umbrella ribs exploded apart, and that sword thrust straight toward the palm covering her neck.

Puchi!

The long sword pierced through her palm, and in the same motion pierced through her neck as well.

Jiang Yuanhua's face twisted savage, gripping his sword in a horizontal slash, wanting to cleave straight through the opponent's head.

"I told you, I am a yao."

Lady Qinghua cleanly and decisively pulled her palm out — half of her palm had been sliced open — then gripped the long sword, rendering it unable to move even a fraction further.

Earlier she had held a sword in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

That did not mean she was a cultivator.

When all of that was lost, her powerful yao body was her greatest reliance.

And Jiang Yuanhua's Yin God at this moment was already showing a severe sense of drifting; the incense and prayerful will filling the sky had also begun to thin.

The Qinghua Yao King of Thousand Yao Cave, and the Howling Moon Yao King of this place — though sharing the same title, were entirely not beings of the same level.

She raised her hand with effortless ease, and it shattered the last sliver of hope in the hearts of everyone in Outside Qingzhou.

Moreover, the red clouds in the sky had once again grown much denser.

At the edge of the dark crimson canopy, an even more ferocious scarlet came sweeping in like ocean waves.

Blotting out the sky and sun, plunging the entire Outside Qingzhou into silent terror.

(End of this chapter)