Chapter 484: Who Cares If the Flood Rages (6K, Requesting Monthly Passes)

"Let me see you off."

After the laughter and play, Yin Yajun stepped to the door and bowed deeply with utmost seriousness.

Outside the courtyard, several young disciples of Xuan Yuecheng could not help but stop and look inside.

They saw that famous Heavenly Sword Baohua Xianzi, carrying a hint of helplessness, turn back and say, "I am putting you in a difficult position."

Immediately, she strolled out of the courtyard, accompanied by two Heavenly Sword Sect guards, and quickly left the Lord's Manor.

"..."

The young disciples exchanged glances, all sighing with a touch of melancholy.

On the surface, Xuan Yuecheng had suffered no demon calamity, and its three hundred subordinate cities remained prosperous and lively.

In reality, a single decree from the Immortal Sect had caused its true status to plummet, and even a mere gesture from the Dragon Grandson could make the City Lord gasp for breath.

Now, even the final hope had been dashed.

They had all grown up alongside the Young Lady, yet could only watch helplessly as she married into Wang Yang, perhaps never having the chance to set foot on land again.

"Why stand there like fools? Go attend to your own business."

A smile was forced onto Yin Yajun's delicate face again: "I am getting married, not attending a funeral."

She waved her sleeve lightly, signaling everyone to withdraw.

The several Xuan Yuecheng disciples quietly clenched their fists, their voices trembling slightly: "We shall all strive hard in cultivation... and certainly not let down the Young Lady."

"What nonsense are you saying?"

Yin Yajun covered her mouth and chuckled softly, turned slowly, and pushed the door open to enter.

Outwardly calm, but the pair of palms hidden within her sleeves trembled slightly imperceptibly as she slowly closed the door.

Once the outside gaze was cut off.

She gently squatted down, her shoulders heaving; as a Miss who had never left Xuan Yuecheng from childhood to adulthood.

Yin Yajun truly could not imagine what a scene of such silence and terror lay beneath that boundless Wang Yang.

Leaving home to keep company with demons and monsters.

Su Yushang was truly her last hope... but she could not force anything.

Just as when she watched her father turn his back, his spine still upright, yet he dared not look her directly in the eye, she could no longer utter any words of pleading.

For Yin Yajun, she simply did not know who to blame for this matter.

Should she blame that General Nanyang Immortal Sect she had never met?

She did not even have any concept of them.

It could only be blamed on the matter being too coincidental; a general under the Dragon Grandson happened to need a Lady, and happened to choose her.

Yin Yajun rubbed her eyes hard.

Squatting on the ground, she used that tear-blurred face to practice once more how to smile more sweetly.

Since she must marry, she must marry with value, and not cause any more trouble for Xuan Yuecheng.

At the same time.

Everyone saw Su Yushang's resolute figure leaving Xuan Yuecheng.

"Baohua Xianzi, shall we return to the Sect now?" The two guards sighed; their impression of Xuan Yuecheng was not bad, as they had many old friends there.

Su Yushang deliberately strolled down the street, the corner of her lips curling up with a ferocity like a young beast, whispering, "Go my foot; as long as I haven't been received into the water, I am not his wife."

Hearing this, the two guards' faces changed slightly, and they immediately fell silent as if frozen by cold.

They never expected that this Heavenly Sword Baohua Xianzi's boldness had reached such a degree.

"Rest assured, it was prepared long ago."

Su Yushang took out an array disk, letting it rest in her hand to play with it lightly.

In a single breath, the aura on her body suddenly gained a few more ethereal and lofty feelings; she smiled cunningly: "Brother Wei Yuanzhou should not mind, right?"

For a Killed Fanxu cultivator, changing one's appearance is a piece of cake; the most important thing is actually the aura on one's body.

Su Yushang had specially borrowed this precious array disk; obviously, she had made plans when leaving the Sect.

Given the scale of the Seven Sages of Yu Nanhong, the disciples capable of handling affairs were certainly not limited to Su Hongxiu.

As for why Wei Yuanzhou was chosen.

Who else but the fact that the other party had spoken up for the General Nanyang Sect last time; it wouldn't hurt to act once more, and the credibility would be higher.

Moreover, the other party is a gentleman of integrity; when taking revenge on herself, his hand would surely be lighter.

"..."

The two guards could not help but roll their eyes, pretending they had heard nothing.

With the Baohua Xianzi's Killed Fanxu Level Eleven strength, disguising herself as Lingyun Sect's Dao Son, who counts as a strong figure even in Bai Yujing, could only fool those Wang Ba.

Just then.

Su Yushang suddenly turned her gaze sideways.

She saw at the entrance of a tall building by the street, a black robe fluttering lightly, with another black-robed figure accompanying behind; in the instant she turned her head, those two figures had already stepped into the tall building.

"What is it?" The guards looked over curiously.

"Nothing." Su Yushang shook her head; it was just that she suddenly felt somewhat familiar, but could not recall where she had seen them.

Logically speaking, those who could leave an impression on her were certainly no obscure names; how could she feel slightly unfamiliar? Truly strange.

In an instant, the demon qi rippling in the air interrupted her contemplation.

Everyone looked up at the sky together.

They saw that within the azure blue sky, water waves had appeared at some unknown time, rolling in layer upon layer from the distance, with a massive momentum, the sound of waves never ceasing.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Two banners fluttered, on which was a domineering spiked yellow dragon, while the double wings on its back represented the identity of this Dragon Grandson's maternal clan.

Eighteen elite demons were assigned roles as banner-bearers, gift-bearers, and bodyguards.

They clustered around the young man at the center, whose face could barely be called dashing, but his bald head and the grotesque scars stretching from his eye sockets to his jaw made him appear fearsome.

Without dragon horns, he could not possibly be the Dragon Grandson himself.

Yet he had the authority to unfurl the Dragon Grandson's banner.

Added to his age.

The young man's identity was already clear.

He was the young master of the Tortoise Army under Dragon Grandson Ke Laoqi.

The Three Proposals of the Water Clan!

Such ostentation, as if afraid no one in Xuan Yuecheng knew.

In the days when the Heavenly Sword Sect protected this land, these demons would never have dared be so arrogant.

"Unlucky," Su Yuchang muttered, lost interest in pondering the figure she'd seen earlier, and left the city directly.

"Tsk."

Almost simultaneously, the figure in ink-colored robes inside the tall building lifted his gaze to the sky.

After sensing the formidable demonic aura radiating from this group.

Shen Yi picked up his teacup, drank a sip of warm water, and suppressed the turmoil within.

"Look, look, that Wang Ba is so ugly, worse than me… um… um…"

Before the drunkard finished, Ke Shisan coldly clamped a hand over his mouth.

If he kept talking, this man would be thrown out again.

Indeed, the other patrons in the inn had already turned to stare with strange expressions: "…"

Shen Yi tossed over a transmission pebble he'd taken from the Xu family.

The situation is unusual now; better not reveal one's identity if possible.

"Don't blame me for speaking out of turn—it's just too infuriating."

The drunkard had sobered considerably; after being reminded, he calmed down, gripping the transmission stone: "Tell me, if they act like this, will Xuan Yuecheng remain the Xian Sect's Xuan Yuecheng, or will it become the Water Clan's demonic territory?"

"I was just venting earlier—everyone in Xuan Yuecheng knows the city lord dotes on Miss Yin. His silence now must be out of concern for the lives of the Three Hundred Cities. But… if Miss Yin enters the water, isn't that handing over a hostage? Whatever the Long Gong demands, how could the city lord abandon his daughter? Today he yields one step—tomorrow, he yields every step!"

The drunkard couldn't help sighing again.

Shen Yi hadn't realized there was such a matter—no wonder the Dragon Grandson targeted marriage.

The Yan family's array. The Yin family's daughter.

Just switching patrons meant losing the most vital thing—anyone would harbor resentment.

He glanced at Ke Shisan.

The Dragon Grandson reached out and took back the transmission stone: "You may leave."

"But…"

The drunkard opened his mouth, having thought these two immortals were different from others.

Yet he hadn't expected that, not only would they do nothing, they wouldn't even listen to the end.

"Still not leaving?" Ke Shisan frowned.

"Not… could you give me a ride back? I truly have no money for carriage fare… walking on foot, when will I ever get home?"

The drunkard looked helplessly at the two.

Shen Yi tossed out another jade gem, then rose and left the tall building with Ke Shisan.

"Master, what do you think?"

Ke Shisan clearly itched to act—probably had suffered much under Ke Laoqi's cruelty, and now, after death, finally had a chance to vent.

"I'll think more."

Shen Yi looked up at the dozen figures descending toward the city lord's mansion.

"Uh." Ke Shisan paused—why had the master suddenly used his brain? Recalling this, it suddenly sighed: why hadn't the master thought harder when he killed me?

Maybe then I wouldn't have died.

…

Xuan Yuecheng, City Lord's Mansion.

The bald young man landed amid surging waves; behind him, the water demons swiftly set down lavish bridal gifts.

Though the elders of Xuan Yuecheng wore strange expressions, their demeanor remained respectful.

Watching the Water Clan's bustling activity, they finally extended their hands in greeting: "Young Master Wu, please enter the hall."

The tortoise demons served faithfully, charging into battle and dying for the Seventh Dragon Grandson—thus granted the surname Wu.

The young master's cultivation has reached the tenth layer of Killed Fanxu, showing clear signs of inheriting the Tortoise Army's banner.

"…"

Wu Jun swept the crowd with his menacing gaze, yet halted, unmoving.

He withdrew his gaze and spoke coolly: "One person is missing."

At this, everyone froze.

They hadn't expected him to refuse entry and immediately find fault.

Xuan Yuecheng had just lost the Heavenly Sword Sect's protection; it had not yet adjusted to its fallen status.

Another power possessing Bai Yujing, the Golden Tortoise Clan remained a guest—yet could show Xuan Yuecheng not the slightest courtesy.

Truly… the world is fickle.

Fortunately, a cultivator with thick skin quickly forced a smile: "Our oversight! Quickly go fetch the Young Lady."

Before the words left his mouth, Wu Jun let out a derisive laugh, idly picking at his fingernails: "I don't lack girls. Once married, I can do as I please—no need to rush this now."

Speaking, the vicious scar on its face opened slightly: "Do you not recognize these two banners?"

Wu Jun pointed casually to the side.

The dragon banner appears, as if the Dragon Grandson himself has arrived.

"Or do you only recognize the decrees of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and not the banners of my Long Gong?"

Wu Jun grinned, revealing a cruel smile: "Do you even have the decrees of the Heavenly Sword Sect in your hands?"

It did not mention the General Nanyang Sect at all, because there was simply no need.

Even Xuan Yuecheng itself had no thought of reporting this matter to the General Nanyang Sect.

Once Bai Yujing was involved, everyone knew exactly what kind of thing this returned Xian Sect truly was.

"Why are you still standing there in a daze?"

Wu Jun's voice suddenly filled with coldness: "Tell your City Lord to get out here and receive the banner!"

His words echoed throughout the entire City Lord's Mansion.

At the same time, on the roof of a certain building, a middle-aged man in a long robe sat quietly, gazing toward the direction of the General Nanyang Sect.

Behind him lay the small courtyard where Yin Yajun was located.

As a cultivator of Bai Yujing, protecting the people of three hundred entire cities, holding great power, and possessing profound cultivation.

Yin Qizhang had been sitting there in a withered state for several days.

Yet he still dared not turn his head to take a single look.

As for the arrogant voices echoing within the mansion, to him they were as if unheard.

"The Young Lady will surely resent you, but she surely also wishes to see you." The old servant bowed deeply, standing behind him.

"..." Yin Qizhang remained silent for a long time, then suddenly opened his mouth slightly: "I am not afraid to see her; I am only afraid that I will not be able to stop myself from burying her with my own hands."

He could almost foresee how Xuan Yuecheng had become a vassal of the Seven Dragon Grandsons step by step.

With his daughter in someone else's hands, how could he refuse the other party's orders?

On one side was his only daughter; on the other was the entire Xuan Yuecheng.

Yin Qizhang revealed a self-mocking smile. So-called benevolence does not hold power; those who hesitate bring suffering upon themselves. Perhaps he truly was not suited to be this City Lord.

Twelve letters had been sent to the Heavenly Sword Sect, yet all remained without a single reply.

He reached out his hand; in his palm was a crumpled letter. He had not used a jade slip, but had written it by hand, intending to send it to the South, yet in the end, he had not sent anyone to deliver it.

As a City Lord, how could he allow himself to fall into the madness of grasping at straws in desperation?

It was time to sober up.

"Let us go."

Yin Qizhang slowly rose, intending to turn back, yet paused, his expression wooden as he said: "Welcome the Dragon Banner."

His figure vanished from the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already standing before the cultivators of Xuan Yuecheng.

Yin Qizhang stared calmly at the two banners, casually clasped his hands in a bow, and then, under many complex gazes, turned and walked into the hall: "Prepare a banquet to entertain Young Master Wu."

"..."

Wu Jun watched his perfunctory gesture, his eyelid twitching.

Yet he did not press the other party too hard; after all, this middle-aged man was not only the City Lord but also a cultivator of Bai Yujing with terrifying cultivation.

If he truly went mad, even the Seven Dragon Grandsons would feel anger.

"From now on, we are all one family; there is no need to be too restrained."

Wu Jun waved his hand to signal the crowd, though his voice inevitably carried a hint of mockery.

Hearing that grating phrase "one family," many cultivators of Xuan Yuecheng closed their eyes; when they opened them again, they all followed with forced smiles.

Under the extreme restraint of Xuan Yuecheng.

The dinner banquet was relatively successful; amidst clinking cups and raised goblets, voices roared, and on the surface, harmony had reached its peak.

"The betrothal gifts have already been sent; I will take her back to my residence first thing tomorrow morning."

Wu Jun rose proudly and raised his cup to signal the crowd.

With cultivation at the tenth layer of Void Return, he pressed the cultivators of Xuan Yuecheng so hard they could not lift their heads.

Seeing Yin Qizhang at the main seat, who had not risen but still raised his cup with a blank expression, the scars on its face seemed to become even more vivid.

"Father-in-law, we must be closer in the future." Wu Jun drank the strong wine in one gulp and ordered his subordinates to refill his cup again.

Yin Qizhang raised his gaze, then suddenly extended his index finger, dipped it in the wine, and lightly traced across the table.

Using the wine as talismanic lines, he actually formed a great array with terrifying aura.

With a simple gesture, he displayed the vast and mighty power of a Bai Yujing cultivator to everyone.

Feeling the terrifying sealing power within that array, Wu Jun held his wine cup, his face suddenly changing color.

In the next moment, Yin Qizhang was seen raising his palm with a calm expression.

The wine talisman slowly rose, then landed upon his own body: "That will be all for tonight; I am somewhat tired."

Using the sealing great array, he forcibly locked his own cultivation.

Seeing this, Wu Jun instinctively swallowed his throat.

Sealing one's cultivation meant he feared he could not stop himself from acting; as for the target he wished to slay, besides himself, there should be no one else.

But apart from Yin Qizhang, there were not merely a handful of cultivators in this hall capable of annihilating them.

This bizarre scene caught the attention of everyone in the hall, causing them to suddenly tremble all over; many, emboldened by the alcohol, stood up with a clatter.

Their eyes bloodshot, they stared at the group of demons around them who were enjoying the spring breeze.

Several hands had already pressed against the storage bags at their waists.

Just then.

A slender figure in plain white drifted slowly over.

She cradled a small wine jar against her chest and raised it toward Wu Jun: "Yajun… Yajun offers a toast to Young Master Wu."

The moment Yin Yajun entered, the others were struck as if by lightning, all frozen in place.

"Father, I'll be going now."

Yin Yajun forced the wine down, glanced softly at the middle-aged man, her voice barely a mosquito's hum.

"Hoo—"

Yin Qizhang shifted his gaze, feeling the great formation on his body.

Suddenly he felt… perhaps the seal had been laid a touch too early.

Wu Jun sensed the aura of the great formation on the Bai Yujing cultivator's body beginning to crack, and hurriedly drained the dregs in his cup: "I'm tired too. Let's call it a night."

So saying, it set down the cup.

With a host of yao and mo in tow, it swiftly left the banquet.

Heading toward the courtyard the Xuan Yuecheng had prepared for them in advance.

Looking rather disheveled.

But once out of everyone's sight, it broke into a smug grin.

Judging from what had just happened—

Xuan Yuecheng being folded beneath the Seven-Dragon Grandson's banner was already a done deal.

Add to that this connection—

Within its turtle army, it might even gain a few more cultivators to aid it, and from now on sit firmly as the foremost legion under the Dragon Grandson.

Now that was what truly deserved to be called… riding high on the spring breeze.

As if to confirm its thoughts—

The instant it led its troops into the courtyard, Wu Jun suddenly felt a gust of wind brush past it, carrying a strange chill that seemed to seep into its very marrow.

Its drunkenness cleared by more than half in an instant.

The rest of its soldiers also turned solemn, glancing about, then roared out: "Who's playing tricks here? Do you recognize these two dragon banners!"

Their shrill cries were swallowed whole by an unseen barrier, not a single sound escaping outward.

As if the entire courtyard had been sealed off.

On the rooftop, two tall figures stood one behind the other; the night wind stirred their robes, snapping them with a rustle.

Bathed in moonlight, that handsome face grew all the more Bai Xi, a flame leaping at his brow.

Violet-gold eyes gazed down upon the scene below, a sliver of barely perceptible greed tugging at the corner of his lips—lending that ethereal, otherworldly air a few shades of murderous intent.

"Hoo—"

Ke Shisan exhaled.

He suddenly felt that back at the Yan household, whether his master had wanted to think it over or not didn't really matter—after all, the end result would have been the same.

The so-called "thinking it over" on the other side was probably just deciding where to lay the formation.

"Master, how do we play it?"

"…"

Shen Yi shot it a look as if it were an idiot.

With a feast laid out before them, was there any need for words?

The next instant, both figures vanished on the spot.

Ssslit—

The black robe swept up; a razor-sharp dragon claw easily tore through the body of a Return-to-Void ninth-layer yao-mo.

Though it had no dragon spear in hand—

After tens of thousands of years of tempering within Tianyan Sijiu, Ke Shisan now had a passing grasp of fisticuffs as well.

Crack!

The fish demon's spine burst apart! Through that ghastly blood-hole, the black hood was thrown back, revealing a youthful yet cruel smiling face.

The same sounds rang out on every side.

Compared to Ke Shisan's brutality, Shen Yi was clearly far more elegant.

As his form drifted, his straight dragon spear stabbed out again and again.

Heads bloomed like scarlet flowers across the night, dazzling and blinding!

Bolstered by five strands of Hongmeng violet qi—

And after spending another several hundred thousand years of yao-mo lifespan, he had brought Tianyan Sijiu, the Returning-Ruins Immortal Armor, and the three moves of the Azure Dragon Star-Shattering Spear all to Great Completion.

These formidable yao-mo didn't even get the chance to cry out before their lives were taken.

"Heh…"

Wu Jun's whole body went cold; it retreated step after step, simultaneously erupting its entire essence-blood to push its aura to its peak.

Then it felt five fingers clamp down on the back of its skull.

Beneath the dark sleeves, the Bai Xi skin had at some point been covered by a gray-white armor; compared to before, the Returning-Ruins Immortal Armor now was far more solid, with the texture of metal, gleaming silver.

The vambraces extended, covering the entire hand.

The fingertips were razor-sharp, like a fierce beast's claws.

Crack.

Even though Wu Jun had already done its utmost to defend—

The five fingers, as if piercing tofu, sank effortlessly into its skull.

"Roar!"

Wu Jun turned around to look, nearly having his entire head torn apart by those five fingers, only to find that the black-robed youth's expression was utterly calm; its voice shrill and terrified: "Who are you? I am a great general under one of the Seven Dragon Grandsons!"

It couldn't figure out how anyone dared to ambush it here.

If they were people from Xuanyue City, weren't they afraid the Long Gong would sweep these three hundred cities flat?

If they were from some other faction, why not say a single word, not even clarify the cause of any grudge.

Yet at the instant it turned its gaze back.

A chill crept up from behind once more.

Wu Jun hurriedly looked back, but all that remained in his eyes was a roaring dragon spear.

Puchi—

The spear tip plunged precisely into its throat, cutting off the rest of its words.

Shen Yi casually drew out the long spear and looked to the side.

Ke Shisan had just happened to tear apart the last demon's body, and complained: "What's the use of being a great general? I'm the Dragon Grandson himself."

Looking at the scattered, shredded bodies all over the ground, Shen Yi slightly furrowed his brow and said coolly: "You're responsible for piecing them back together for me."

What bad habit did you pick up, wasting things like that.

"I obey my lord's decree… I'll be more careful next time." Ke Shisan laughed sheepishly twice.

Shen Yi waved a hand casually, drawing all the courtyard's bloodiness into his body.

He did not withdraw the great formation, but instead sat down cross-legged and began to condense the Suppression Stone.

Just at this moment.

Deep within the City Lord's residence.

A middle-aged man with a haggard expression lay quietly on the bed; he should have sensed something.

But tonight he truly was drunk to the extreme.

And his cultivation had been sealed once more.

"Not being able to sense it… is also quite normal, I suppose."

Yin Qizhang stared blankly at the ceiling.

Then he closed his eyes.

If it was a dream, he might as well finish it here.

Close the eyes, and let the floods rage however they will.

(End of chapter)