Chapter 418: This Emperor Plans to Seek Provisions in Great Qian (Combined Two-in-One)

Great Qian, Lizhou.

A black robe and a dark sword swept through the air, landing atop a peak of the Qi Sect.

Nie Jun sheathed his dark sword, took out a wine gourd and shook it roughly a few times, then sighed and strolled slowly down the mountain.

On the mountain path, two figures who had been waiting there long ago hurried forward to greet him.

The old man and Mei Xiyao bowed respectfully: "Senior Nie has worked hard; do you need us to prepare Hou Wanshan?"

After learning of the upheaval in Great Qian, the Eight Directions Food Pavilion moved here immediately, seeking protection while also preparing meals for Nie Jun.

"Prepare nothing."

Nie Jun raised an eyebrow, tossed the wine gourd over: "Fill it for me."

He was almost fed up.

He had finally found a few tasty demons, only for that Golden Body Dharma Image to act utterly unreasonably, arriving out of nowhere, carrying off the demon corpses without even saying hello.

Had it arrived earlier, it would have snatched the demons' lives right from his hands, treating his notorious name as a True Person of the Dark Sword with no regard at all.

He had killed so many demons, yet his mouth had gone as bland as a bird's beak; it was truly a hardship.

"I will go at once and bring it to you as soon as possible."

Mei Xiyao took the wine gourd and was about to turn around.

But she saw Nie Jun's expression change slightly; he glanced toward a certain direction, then withdrew his gaze and said indifferently: "No need. Leave it with you for now; I will come to fetch it later."

Having spoken, under their watchful eyes, he walked slowly toward the bamboo grove on the mountainside.

Passing through the slightly swaying bamboo grove, he reached the edge of the cliff where the view was open.

Nie Jun halted his steps and looked coldly at the white-robed figure ahead: "What do you want with me?"

He did not know why the other had so rarely left Mount Wutong, nor was he interested.

"..."

Ye Wenxuan slowly turned around, looked at the General Nanyang black robe on Nie Jun, remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Wearing this Dharma robe, you actually look the part."

Seeing that Nie Jun still wore that cold expression, as if everyone owed him money.

Ye Wenxuan did not get angry; she only shook her head slightly: "Having killed so many demons, your restless heart should have calmed down by now, shouldn't it?"

Hearing this, Nie Jun finally raised his eyelids slightly: "What, do you want to use that broken rope to tie me up again? Do as you please."

Seeing the young man's face full of rebellion, Ye Wenxuan turned back around and looked down the cliff: "You need not speak with such barbs; I am also considering the greater situation. If you do not approve, I do not care."

"I came this time merely to remind you of one thing."

As she spoke, she sighed lightly: "Are you so certain that old dog will not come out? Is it a guarantee from Shen Yi, or have you simply not considered this matter at all? If I recall correctly, when you first entered the sect, I already spoke with you about the old matters of Mount Wutong."

"Nothing can bind it. The moment it leaves the Thousand Demon Cave, you will witness with your own eyes what true slaughter is."

Ye Wenxuan waved her hand to summon Nie Jun: "I know you have no brain and are easily manipulated; I do not blame Shen Yi either; he is merely too young and rash. You must remember that fortunately, there is still your master in this world."

As her words hung in the air, a stone emitting a faint glow appeared in her palm.

"The thing I promised you years ago, I give it to you now. Whether it can salvage the great mistake you have committed depends entirely on yourself."

"We are master and disciple; my words end here."

The woman's voice still echoed within the bamboo grove, but her figure had already slowly been scattered by the mountain wind.

"..."

Nie Jun looked at the faintly glowing stone in his hand.

His expression did not change.

Moments later, he casually tucked it into his sleeve.

He turned and headed in the direction Mei Xiyao had left.

Only after Nie Jun's figure disappeared outside the bamboo grove did the mountain wind rise again; Ye Wenxuan stood once more at the cliff's edge, her gaze growing ever deeper.

Within the General Nanyang Sect, only one person has the final say.

There is no such thing as moving forward together.

Only her choice over these many years is the one correct path, and only she has the qualification to be the first to leave the General Nanyang Sect and announce the birth of the new Sect Leader to the world.

As for the matter of the Demon Emperor of the First Cave.

Based on Ye Wenxuan's understanding of the old dog, the other has most likely already released that phoenix.

This is also a good opportunity to let these young people understand that any rash action requires a price to be paid.

Xianshan is surrounded by clouds and mist.

Inside the towering main hall, no one was present.

The Spirit Emperor casually kicked away the cushion beneath his feet; rage surged in his crimson phoenix eyes: "Where are they?! Where is my great medicine!"

His primary target upon arriving here was the Profound Light Cave.

Among the Sanfangtong Alliance, this place was the most suitable for his nourishment.

However, upon truly stepping into the Profound Light Cave, he found that these people had long since fled, not a single person in sight.

How could this be?

Could someone have leaked news of his departure from the Thousand Demon Cave?

"Never mind."

The Spirit Emperor adjusted his breathing and sat upon the cushion in the very center.

As he exhaled.

Threads of scorching flames unrolled from the mats, quickly turning the entire hall into a fiery prison.

Although he could not consume the Profound Light Cave, he still managed to absorb seven or eight tenths of its essence.

He could barely attempt to break through.

The Spirit Sovereign closed his eyes, his crimson wings spreading slightly.

His face was gradually covered in fine down, and his red lips and white teeth slowly transformed into a sharp beak.

As the last Red-Eyed Mysterious Phoenix within the General Nanyang Sect.

His bloodline was a being that the creatures of this wretched place could hardly imagine.

At only eight thousand years old, he had been pinned down by that old dog, and his entire body had ceased to grow.

If not for that, even though spiritual energy was scarce here, as long as he had been allowed to grow normally, with his current ninety-thousand-year lifespan, even if he couldn't speak of merging with the Dao, he would at least be comparable to a cultivator who had successfully ascended to Bai Yujing.

A mere three-story-tall Zhang Laifu, and he dares to imprison me.

He wanted to destroy the other party — it would only take a snap of his fingers.

Countless medicinal powers and a sea of blood churned within his body.

The Spirit Sovereign's body grew increasingly scorching, and the entire Xianshan was plunged into a sea of fire.

"Break for me!"

Accompanied by a sharp phoenix cry, the Spirit Sovereign suddenly rose and continued to spread his arms.

But just at this moment.

The many piercing wounds on his body, which had clearly already healed, suddenly ached in unison.

Those wooden stakes covered in Dao talismans — even though they had already left his body — the lingering aura actually gathered together at this moment.

Forming a somewhat slender "seal" character over his heart.

"Pfft."

The Spirit Sovereign suddenly dropped to his knees, spitting out a large mouthful of crimson blood.

He looked up in disbelief, as if he saw Zhang Laifu staring at him with a face full of mockery.

His crimson phoenix eyes were filled with resentment and rage.

The Spirit Sovereign, as if suffering a tremendous humiliation, smashed his fist into the floor tiles.

That old dog seemed to have calculated everything.

Whatever he wanted to do, it only gave him just enough strength.

He himself was like a stupid donkey, and that Great Qian was the carrot tied in front by the old dog.

"Just you wait! You just wait for me!" The Spirit Sovereign panted heavily, transforming back into human form, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He would use mountains of corpses and seas of blood to forge a Blood Wutong.

With all the great medicines of the General Nanyang Sect, he would achieve his phoenix nirvana!

He would make that old dog understand that the gap in innate bloodline could never be smoothed over just by relying on the General Nanyang Sect's legacy!

"……"

After adjusting his breath for a little while.

The Spirit Sovereign staggered out of the great hall, pursed his fingers, and blew a sharp whistle.

Not long after, several bird demons swiftly swept in from all directions.

"Go notify Divine Wind, tell them to stop. Great Qian is my food."

The Spirit Sovereign wiped the corner of his mouth, but suddenly noticed the demons' expressions were somewhat strange, as they tremblingly crouched by his side.

"Reporting to the Spirit Sovereign… the attack on Great Qian from the lair was intercepted by them, with heavy casualties… they have formations set up everywhere, and at least ten Soul Transformation cultivators appeared all at once. Even the disciples of Mount Wutong are helping them. To this day, not a single place in the Nine Provinces has been broken by us."

A slightly bolder demon replied softly: "As for Divine Wind Demon Sovereign and Giant Horn Demon Sovereign, neither of them has shown themselves."

"Fear before the battle, good."

What the demons didn't expect was that the Spirit Sovereign was not only not angry, but instead let out a sinister laugh.

"By that logic, are the people of Mount Wutong now scattered across the Nine Provinces?"

"Yes!"

Before that demon could finish speaking, its expression suddenly changed drastically.

It saw the Spirit Sovereign suddenly flap his wings, wrapping them all up. Under the refinement of blazing flames, they couldn't even get out a cry for help before they were all transformed into dense demon blood, which drilled into the Spirit Sovereign's mouth.

Cultivators are food, and demons are food too.

He wanted the entire General Nanyang Sect in his belly!

In an instant, the wings wrapped in blazing flames thundered open, sweeping toward the direction of Great Qian.

……

Great Qian Imperial City, Wumiao, First Courtyard.

True Person Clear Wind spread his hands in bewilderment: "I was just about to tell you I've healed my injuries, and you tell me it's over?"

Tang Yuan scratched the back of his head: "Master, I just came back from Lizhou. Even the Divine Wind Demon Sovereign fell at Shen Qianbei's hands. It's probably really over."

"……"

True Person Clear Wind frowned, sitting on the ground and counting on his fingers.

So, when Shen Yi left the imperial city that day, it wasn't that he couldn't be bothered with his master — he went to deal with Divine Wind?

But… how much time has passed?

If not for Tang Yuan coming back to report, he would have even thought Shen Yi had simply gone out for a noon meal.

"What is Shen Qianbei doing?"

Tang Yuan asked curiously. He had heard about that day's deeds from others, but rumors grow wilder with each telling — something about slaying the Giant Horn Demon Sovereign with a single kick.

Better to ask the person himself.

"I don't know. It looks like he's refining pills, but I can't say for sure."

Clear Wind silently looked toward the First Courtyard. Shen Yi seemed to be a bit too outrageous. He had personally seen the other toss all kinds of demon essence blood into that furnace, then watch it with slight anticipation.

Rather than refining pills, it was more like gambling with his life.

First, see if it explodes. If lucky, successfully obtain a furnace full of strange and bizarre pills.

He really dares to eat it...

While the two were talking, another burst of sky-high firelight erupted within the Armor Courtyard!

Boom—!

Seeing this display, Tang Yuan shuddered all over: "Then I'll ask next time."

"Right, have those Martial Uncles of yours returned yet?" Li Qingfeng thought of his Master again. If this matter ended, it would be best to persuade Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters to go back as soon as possible.

No matter how cold Master was, after all, he had bestowed the grace of transmitting the Dao upon them. It wasn't as if today was the first day they knew Master's temperament; there was really no need to make the atmosphere so awkward.

"Martial Uncle?"

Tang Yuan was just about to cup his hands and take his leave when he heard these words and suddenly raised his eyes in a daze: "Martial Uncle fell down."

"..."

Li Qingfeng suddenly raised his head and saw a black-robed figure falling from the horizon.

The Xuanjian landed with a clang one step ahead, stabbing straight into the ground beside Tang Yuan.

Jiang Shijie Lingxi rushed over in terror to catch Nie Jun. The instant her palm touched Nie Jun's shoulder, a majestic wave of fire had already slapped over from afar!

Bang—!

Before the two left the Imperial City, they had each taken a General Nanyang Elder Dharma Robe from Shen Yi.

Under the augmentation of such a precious Dharma Treasure.

It could be said that within the Transformation of Spirit Realm, as long as one didn't stubbornly fight to the death, there was almost no existence that could harm the two of them.

Yet under the gaze of Li Qingfeng and his disciple.

The wave of fire slapped Lingxi flying directly, revealing the short sword within.

Sizzle.

That snow-white short sword had actually pierced straight through the General Nanyang Dharma Robe, leaving a bone-deep gash on Lingxi's shoulder.

"Is this what you meant by 'it's over'?"

Li Qingfeng had no time to curse. He shot straight into the air and, together with Tang Yuan, swept toward his Zhu Shixiong and Jiang Shijie.

The instant the two fell within the territory of Da Qian.

Wu Dao'an within the Wumiao had already reacted extremely quickly and activated the Array Eye.

The Imperial City's grand formation had not only consumed the most resources, but was also built with the full power of the Xu Clan, and had even been reinforced with the help of Senior Tong of Mount Wutong.

In an instant, nine dragons and nine phoenixes, propelled by array-objects of various affinities, rose up in pairs.

Each one was nearly a hundred zhang in size.

Such colossal beings galloped across the horizon; as they flapped their wings and swayed their tails, streams of clear light rapidly rippled outward.

"Whoosh."

Li Qingfeng caught Nie Jun, then looked toward Tang Yuan and found that he had also supported Lingxi.

Finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The moment he raised his eyes, his whole body went rigid. Through that thin layer of clear light, the first thing to enter his sight was a pair of broad fiery wings slowly flapping—every feather seemingly condensed from blazing flames.

And the master of those wings, wrapped in a gorgeous silver armor and snow-white cloak, that youthful face was staring at him with a sinister grin.

"..."

Li Qingfeng instinctively used all his strength to hurl Nie Jun downward.

Under such a terrifying gaze, even separated by the grand formation and unable to sense the other's overwhelming aura, he still felt a suffocating sensation of breath stagnating.

Even though he had taken in every detail of the other's appearance, he could not call out this youth's name at all.

But the sense of crisis, as if he would completely perish the next second, slammed heavily against Li Qingfeng's chest.

Do something, he had to do something!

He absolutely could not sit and wait for death.

Thinking of this, Li Qingfeng suddenly roared with a tearing voice: "Shen Qianbei, save me!"

He didn't know why he had shouted it out. Even Zhu Shixiong Nie and Eldest Jiang Shijie were no match; most likely Shen Yi couldn't do anything either.

But instinctively, he had grabbed onto this last lifeline.

"..."

Hearing Li Qingfeng's roar, the Spirit Emperor was briefly stunned, then the sinister grin at the corner of his lips gained a few more shades of mockery.

One food ration, begging another, even more delicious food ration for help.

In an instant.

The Spirit Emperor pressed his palm down again, and another short sword shot out from his waist.

The seemingly tiny short sword carried a world-overwhelming momentum, ruthlessly stabbing straight down toward the ground below!

(End of this chapter)