Chapter 420: Will It Go Mad? (Please Take Two-Thirds of a Leave)

When the feathers lost their luster, the great phoenix crouched within the imperial city.

The fierce flames scattered, yet the residual heat remained.

True Person Lingxi stepped on the blackened scorched earth, and even now, still dared not confirm that this formidable great demon had truly died.

She and Nie Jun returned together, and encountered this beast by chance along the way.

With the support of their magical robes, both unleashed all their techniques, yet still could not last half a day.

Amidst the collision between the sky-filling sea of fire and the Purple Thunder Divine Palace.

Lingxi even had the illusion of being unable to intervene; that scene left such a deep impression on her that the current sight felt somewhat like a farce.

The domineering Profound Phoenix flames, and the silver armor that not even the Purple Thunder Divine Sword Art could break.

It gave people a sense of helpless despair.

Then this Phoenix Demon was smashed to death by someone holding a pill furnace, stepping on its neck.

"..."

When Lingxi saw Shen Yi tear off the Crimson Phoenix's flesh and place it separately into storage treasures, this sense of farce grew even stronger.

The terrifying great demon capable of destroying heaven and earth was, in the youth's hands, like a roasted chicken being torn apart at will.

She shook her head in a daze.

Others, unlike Lingxi, had not witnessed the scene of the Spirit Emperor and Nie Jun battling with their own eyes, but just now, when the opponent shattered the great formation with a single sword strike, the mere afterwave of his aura causing a Golden Body remnant to scatter was enough to be shocking.

The strength of this great demon was needless to say.

The only reason it died so absurdly was to prove its opponent was even more terrifying!

Li Qingfeng watched as Shen Yi completely packed the Fire Phoenix into storage treasures; immediately, his gaze froze slightly. The huge pile of storage treasures the other party pulled out was so mixed: some bore the marks of Great Qian, some of Qingqiu, others of Xuan Guang Cave and Mount Wutong, and some from unknown small factions.

What kind of good person carries so many Yan Daizi on them?

Do they really carry their entire fortune everywhere they go?

"No, hss."

Li Qingfeng slapped his forehead hard: "I almost forgot Senior Brother Nie."

Just as Shen Yi was cleaning up the aftermath.

Within the clouds and mist of the sky, Nie Jun stared blankly at the scene below, his expression changing rapidly.

Only now did he finally understand why Shen Yi, despite being struck by the Demon-Subduing Golden Arrow, could still casually utter a single word and frighten away the Divine Wind Demon Emperor.

Perhaps only demons and monsters enveloped by Shen Yi's killing intent could truly understand how formidable he was.

It was I who misjudged.

Nie Jun slowly withdrew his gaze, and suddenly spotted the woman standing with her hands behind her back.

Ye Wenxuan stared coldly at the scene below.

She appeared calm and indifferent.

However, the two palms clasped behind her back were already clenched tight, emitting a crisp crackling sound.

"Ha, hss."

Nie Jun couldn't hold back a laugh, then tugged at the wound split open by the Spirit Emperor, causing him to suck in a breath.

But that searing, excruciating pain did not stop him from laughing in the slightest.

As long as it involved Shen Yi, every word Master spoke would be swallowed back within moments; it was simply too amusing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ye Wenxuan turned her head to look, her expression utterly calm: "Is it very amusing? You have completely cut off that dog's hopes."

It must be said, Shen Yi's strength truly exceeded her imagination.

This Crimson-Eyed Profound Phoenix was undoubtedly the most powerful creature within the entire General Nanyang Sect, merely trapped here.

But under Shen Yi's brutal smashing, the demon body it took pride in, and that tenacious vitality that not even the Demon-Subduing Golden Arrow could completely lock down, all became somewhat laughable.

Below the Void Return realm, Ye Wenxuan truly found it hard to imagine what technique could suppress that youth.

Being able to find a pile of chaotic things within the General Nanyang Sect where the Dao arts were severed, relying solely on oneself, and cultivating them all to a state of perfection, this could no longer be described simply by the two words "talent."

But, if the Old Dog fails to successfully retrieve the lost inner sect treasures of the General Nanyang Sect.

Plus the demons and monsters are all exterminated, with no one left to guard its precious grounds, it is equivalent to the cultivators reclaiming most of the General Nanyang Sect's inheritance.

This means that within at most a thousand years, human cultivators will emerge like bamboo shoots after rain, producing a large batch of Soul Transformation realm cultivators, and then find the methods to forge the palace's supreme treasures from the Artifact Refining Pavilion.

By that time, the Old Dog will likely watch helplessly as a dozen, or even dozens, of Void Return cultivators step neatly into that great hall.

"A cornered dog leaps over the wall; it is going to go mad."

Upon reaching this point, Ye Wenxuan's voice gained a few notes of lifelessness.

She had not dared to act for so many years because she feared the Old Dog would discover she had made no progress.

"Now, which of you is qualified to insert this Dao Token?"

Ye Wenxuan took out that ancient-looking Dao Token and carefully rubbed it with her fingertips.

The Void Return realm is the minimum threshold to activate the Dao Token.

"Or can you lead that dog away for your master?"

Ye Wenxuan suddenly clenched the Dao Token tight; if the Old Dog acted personally, the first thing it would do would be to use every means to find her first, and then kill her.

She had witnessed the terror of that beast with her own eyes.

In the early days, during the most prosperous period of Mount Wutong, there were three Void Return experts.

At that time, they were full of confidence, never thinking of sneaking out, but intending to openly inherit the General Nanyang succession.

Therefore, they first changed the name to General Nanyang Sect, then planned to enter the inner sect to cut down the Old Dog.

However, on the second day after they proclaimed the name change to the world, Zhang Laifu left the Thousand Demon Cave contrary to everyone's expectations; in only six hours, he left Mount Wutong with only a handful of survivors.

It was only because those few saw the situation was wrong and fled relatively quickly.

From then on, Ye Wenxuan changed her mind.

She had spent her life being cautious, daring not to leave any hidden injuries, not letting the Old Dog know any of her methods, all to ensure she could hold the Old Dog back for a time and still have the strength to escape the General Nanyang Sect successfully.

"What good is telling me this? I can't defeat that Phoenix Bird anyway."

Nie Jun finally stopped laughing and said seriously, "He is not your disciple. Just as you need not consider his life or death in your plan, he likewise need not care about your affairs."

This was the first time since the last incident that Nie Jun had spoken so much to a woman.

He slowly got to his feet, took the Dao token from Ye Wenxuan's hand, and said indifferently, "I'm leaving."

Having spoken, Nie Jun plunged straight down from the clouds.

With Ye Wenxuan plus the Dao token, she would surely be the Old Dog's primary target, but if the Dao token were in another's hands, then that matter was uncertain.

This was his final repayment for the master-disciple grace.

As for why it was the final...

The master who had personally witnessed the Old Dog's power, how could he not have seen this Phoenix Bird?

Yet the other party had never mentioned it.

It was nothing more than wanting to see Shen Yi suffer, or even perish.

The woman saved only him, paying no heed to Qingfeng and Lingxi below. Tsk.

Nie Jun was simply too lazy to use his brain, not truly dull-minded.

"..."

Ye Wenxuan watched that figure fall.

She slowly frowned.

If she had reacted this way earlier, why go through such a roundabout scheme?

She hesitated for a moment, removed her conspicuous white robe, carefully formed a breath-suppressing technique, and only then turned and vanished from the spot.

She could only hope that Old Dog would hesitate a bit longer, not be provoked again; perhaps there was still hope.

(End of this chapter)