Chapter 966

In Wind Mountain City, the low-ranking soldiers, ordinary civilians, and refugees in the refugee camp all felt grateful, thinking that the high-level of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty had brought out rare Dao treasure pills to heal wounds and boost cultivation.

In Wind Mountain City, morale was high, with soldiers continually stepping forward, especially those who had recovered from the infirmary camp, to request battle from the higher-ups.

Ordinary folk were also stirred; village elders submitted a petition to the lord's manor, expressing their resolve to live and die together with Wind Mountain City.

Among the refugees, large numbers of able-bodied youths flocked to the recruitment office, voluntarily enlisting in the army.

In just half a day, Wind Mountain City gained nearly ten million soldiers who had recovered from injuries and whose cultivation had surged forward, becoming elite troops. Among the tens of millions of refugees who had fled into the city, more than ten million able-bodied youths voluntarily joined the ranks.

For a time, Wind Mountain City's military strength surged, the morale of soldiers and civilians greatly rose, and everyone had a resolve to fight to the death.

Fufeng Youran and Fufeng Yasi stared dumbstruck, unable to speak, only able to urgently relay the situation inside Wind Mountain City and their suspicions to the Fufeng imperial capital, and to the several frontier strongholds to the north that were likewise under frantic attack.

During the day, Yin Wushuang's military camp was very quiet.

The demon troops' soldiers ate meat, drank alcohol, and slept soundly; aside from a few scout squads heading south to spy on movements inside Wind Mountain City, these demon brats caused no other trouble.

Continually, demon leaders invited by Yin Wushuang, Yin Wuzhi, and Yin Wuyong via flying letters gathered from all directions.

In the Supreme Demon State, the Yin clan was also a dominant, top-tier aristocratic family; within the Yin clan there was a Venerable-rank patriarch holding sway, otherwise Yin Wuying could not have become one of the Eight Directions Expedition Envoys of the Supreme Demon State.

These elite disciples of the Yin clan, Yin Wushuang and his fellows, naturally ran amok unchecked on the Yin clan's territory; countless sects, families, and independent demons relying on the Yin clan fawned over them, catering to them and treating them like grand masters.

Among these sects, families, and independent demons, there naturally were those whom Yin Wushuang and his fellows were especially close to, whom they regarded as their wings and hounds.

Having received their flying-letter summons, these sects, families, and independent demons dared not delay; each one, following the instructions in the letter, secretly mobilized their full forces and rushed to the outside of Wind Mountain City to join the great army under the command of Yin Wushuang and his two companions.

Yin Wushuang and his two companions had also timed it well; the demon leaders they had invited mostly arrived within a day.

Over a hundred big and small demon sects, more than three hundred families of considerable strength, and hundreds of big and small independent demon forces gathered together; adding their privately raised troops, servants, and puppets controlled by demon arts, the total number exceeded two million.

Even more surprising to Wu Tie was that, when these big and small forces were combined, the number of half-step Venerable-rank demon leaders alone exceeded a thousand.

For a time, dark clouds covered the sky above Yin Wushuang's great camp; rolling demonic qi transformed into countless ferocious demon god skulls and vicious beast phantoms that flickered within the clouds, and the sharp, long howls of the demon gods, carried on the wind, faintly reached Wind Mountain City.

Inside Wind Mountain City, alarms sounded repeatedly throughout the day, as scout teams continually rushed out of the city and clashed fiercely with the scout units under Yin Wushuang's command.

In just a single day, the scouts on both sides suffered over two thousand casualties.

In Wind Mountain City, Fufeng Youran, Fufeng Yasi, and others had their hearts in their throats, while in Yin Wushuang's central commander's great tent, at dusk a grand banquet was held; all the demon leaders who had been ordered to gather came together in the tent and drank heartily with Yin Wushuang, Yin Wuzhi, and Yin Wuyong.

The three brothers Yin Wushuang, Yin Wuzhi, and Yin Wuyong did not regard Wind Mountain City as their main target at present.

All their thoughts were focused on Wuguo beyond the teleportation gate.

All their thoughts were focused on the Wuguo border garrison commander, who otherwise had no notable abilities, but happened to be the wealthy Li Ergouzi.

Just as Yin Wushuang and company were drinking heartily, a vanguard corps of 500,000 under the command of a dozen or so trusted officers of Yin Wuzhi and Yin Wuyong had secretly infiltrated the teleportation gate and been directly sent to the southern border of Wuguo.

After three rounds of wine, Yin Wushuang heavily slammed his wine cup onto the long table before him.

"Sect leaders, clan chiefs, fellow Daoists!"

Yin Wushuang rose to his feet and cupped his fists toward the hundreds of leaders of various factions inside the great tent: "As commander, I have a share of wealth and honor to share with you."

He gave a light cough, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "But, as demonic cultivators, let me speak plainly first… I will give you benefits, and you must obey my orders and follow my commands… If anyone dares to act recklessly and spoil my plans, hehe."

Yin Wuzhi chimed in from the side: "The meaning of Elder Brother Wushuang is also ours, the two brothers'. The benefits we are giving you this time are huge, huge—so great that a single mouthful would make you all rich beyond measure."

Yin Wuyong said coldly: "So, the first thing everyone must do is keep their mouths shut. If any news leaks out from here… hehe, the benefits will naturally be gone, and when we investigate later, don't blame us brothers for being ruthless."

Inside the great tent, the previously lively atmosphere suddenly stiffened.

The numerous demon leaders of astonishing cultivation glanced at each other, understanding clearly that these three Yin clan generals who had invited them were preparing to lay bare the purpose of this expedition.

An independent demon who had some renown in the Supreme Demon State and was infamous in the Fufeng Divine Dynasty—having once slaughtered a prefecture to refine a demonic treasure—appeared kind-browed and gentle-eyed, with a pair of bluish-green eyes like a cat's; the man known as "Bijing Fo" smiled slightly and asked softly: "May I ask the three commanders, what is this tremendous benefit? A light sip would be enough to make us rich beyond measure."

"Bijing Fo" chuckled to the few old companions seated beside him, also independent demons: "Could it be that we are going to loot the… state treasury of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty?"

Inside the great tent, the big and small demon leaders all drew a deep breath simultaneously.

The Supreme Demon State and the Fufeng Divine Dynasty have been locked in love and hatred for countless years; the Supreme Demon State governs the Demon State with cruel and harsh laws, leaving its people unable to make a living, truly plunged into dire straits, and in every aspect its economy is far inferior to that of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty.

In an identical prefecture, with identical territory and populace, the output of the Supreme Demon State amounts to only about three percent of that of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty.

Thus, the Fufeng Divine Dynasty is prosperous while the Supreme Demon State is declining—something the high levels of both nations know full well.

If we could rob the treasury of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty…… tsk tsk, the demonic leaders inside the great tent trembled all over with excitement, many raised their wine cups and gulped down several mouthfuls in a row with a 'glug‑glug' sound.

Yin Wushuang produced a scroll made of dragon skin, its entire body wrapped in black qi, with countless scarlet patterns faintly inlaid beneath the black material, exuding a terrifying demonic pressure that made one feel suffocated.

Gently stroking the scroll, Yin Wushuang said in a cold voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, those of you who have come to this great tent today are all old friends we three brothers have been on good terms with and trust."

"After all, we are from the Supreme Demon Kingdom; etiquette, morality, integrity and human relations are all bullshit."

"So please sign this Heartbond Contract, so that we three brothers can share this tremendous fortune with you."

"Well, not only those present in the great tent, but also your disciples, lackeys, and hounds—anyone at Life Pool Realm or above must sign the Heartbond Contract."

"If you don't sign, go die!" Yin Wushuang nakedly spoke these extremely cruel and merciless words: "Since you've come here, it shows you still submit to us three brothers…… but since you've come and yet refuse to sign the Heartbond Contract, it proves you are not truly of one heart with us three brothers!"

"In that case, why are you still alive?"

"Isn't that the reasoning?"

Yin Wushuang laughed brightly.

Yin Wuzhi laughed gently.

Yin Wuyong laughed ferociously.

The three of them laughed 'hehehe', just like three slightly mentally challenged idiots.

Inside the great tent, the demonic leaders glanced at each other, when suddenly a low, deep roar came from outside—the army under Yin Wushuang, Yin Wuzhi, and Yin Wuyong.

The aura of millions of elite demon troops merged as one, forming a heavy mountain that shrouded the entire camp.

The Azure‑Eyed Buddha was the first to stand up: "Sign, hehe…… Generals, you look down on this old man, giving me such a chance to rise in the world; if I don't sign, am I still human? Hehe, whoever refuses to sign, please, Generals, be generous and bestow his blood and soul upon me."

The Azure‑Eyed Buddha strode forward to Yin Wushuang, bit his fingertip, dropped a drop of his lifeblood, and wrote his name on the dragon‑skin scroll.

He turned to look at the many demonic leaders in the great tent and smiled: "My demonic treasure still lacks several dozen half‑step Venerable‑level master souls to suppress it."

The demonic leaders glanced at one another, then rose and signed their names just as the Azure‑Eyed Buddha had done.

Born in the Supreme Demon Kingdom, they well understood that once they entered this great tent, signing the Heartbond Contract was unavoidable; refusing would truly bring extermination of their clans.

Signing this Heartbond Contract actually benefits everyone.

At least Yin Wushuang and the others—we can't just recklessly treat these demon leaders as cannon fodder, letting them die pointlessly.

After signing this mutual trust pact, at least when we march and fight, we won't have to be 'overly cautious' and get stabbed in the back.

After signing this mutual trust pact, when we carry out various missions abroad, at least we won't have to learn to keep one eye open and the other closed like an owl.

The demon leaders signed the mutual trust pact one after another in an orderly fashion, then they summoned, one by one, those among their disciples, lackeys, and hounds whose cultivation had reached the Life Pool Realm, the Fetal Storage Realm, or the Divine Realm, bringing them into the main tent to sign the same mutual trust pact.

Wu Tie couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

What's going on here? Seeing how readily these demon leaders signed the mutual trust pact…… the more lawless and pitch‑black the place, the more they value this 'agreement'.

Is the spirit of this 'agreement' really precious?

Heh, if everyone kept their promises worth a thousand gold, if everyone's morality were lofty enough that they'd never break any promise, would we still need this 'agreement'?

A huge‑sized thing, rather than calling it a flying vessel, it's more like a small city, square‑shaped, its outer deck decorated with countless giant skulls, this massive object slowly rumbled through the clouds and approached Yin Wushuang's camp from the north.

This massive object, about ten li in length and width, halted above the camp, not allowing Yin Wushuang and the others to go out to meet it; a sinister, ever‑changing demonic aura swiftly tore through the layers of formations and seals in the main camp, and in an instant it directly burst into the commander's tent.

Yin Wushuang's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted sternly: "Who dares to barge into the camp?"

A flash of Blood Light flickered in the tent, and a young man about thirteen or fourteen feet tall, clad in a scarlet Daoist robe, with a huge blood‑colored gourd slung on his back, his eyes, eyebrows, and hair all bright red like blood, his lips as if freshly coated with blood plasma, silently appeared in the center of the tent.

"Yo, this is getting lively!" The young man's voice was low and hoarse, filled with a continuous, entrancing, strange demonic melody. He glanced at the many demon leaders in the tent and chuckled "keke": "Three generals, what brings you all together?"

Yin Wushuang, Yin Wuzhi, and Yin Wuyong stared, then simultaneously let out a cold snort, looking at the young man with hostile eyes.

"Blood Crow Daoist, why aren't you attending your elder brother? What are you doing here?" Yin Wushuang sneered: "Do you even know how to march and fight?"

The Blood Crow Daoist smiled slightly, flicked his wrist and tossed a token to Yin Wushuang: "I, your humble Daoist, don't know how to march and fight; I only know how to kill and set fires… uh, let's not waste words—you don't like me, and I don't like you, you Yin clan young masters. We'd be better off seeing less of each other…"

With a kiehkieh chuckle, the Blood Crow Daoist said leisurely: "Otherwise, one day I won't be able to hold back and will beat a few of you half to death… the Conquest Commander's side, I couldn't explain that either, right?"

The three Yin brothers' faces all changed at once; inside the tent, hundreds of demon leaders with astonishing cultivation simultaneously let out a light grunt, and waves of mighty demonic pressure bore down straight on the Blood Crow Daoist.

The Blood Crow Daoist smiled slightly, glanced around at the demon leaders: "I am the chief attendant beside the Conquest Commander; my ancestral master is the Blood Sea Old Ancestor of the Blood Sea Palace… you… all want to die?"

The hundreds of mighty demonic pressures vanished in an instant, and the many demon leaders in the tent all broke into obsequious smiles, nodding to the Blood Crow Daoist in greeting.

Looking at these demon leaders, they're just lacking tails; if they had tails, they'd already be unable to resist running to the Blood Crow Daoist's side to wag their heads and tails, fawning over him.

The Blood Crow Daoist is the chief attendant beside Yin Wujiu, and many of the demon leaders present know this.

But what does it matter that he's the chief attendant beside Yin Wujiu?

With Yin Wushuang and the others as their backers, they'd even dare to scheme against and kill the chief attendant beside Yin Wujiu.

But the disciples of the Blood Sea Old Ancestor… heh, the Blood Sea Old Ancestor is one of the thirty‑six venerable old monsters of the Supreme Demon Realm, and among those thirty‑six demon lords his strength ranks among the very top… even if you gave these demon leaders ten dog gall bladders' worth of courage, they still wouldn't dare to bare their teeth.

The demon leaders of the Supreme Demon Realm are just like that—bullying the weak and fearing the strong… there's nothing strange about that.

"The Conquest Commander said, 'He's very dissatisfied with the current situation.'" The Blood Crow Daoist said coldly: "Several other Conquest Commanders have already fulfilled their duties completely; the territories of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty they were tasked with conquering have already been thoroughly taken by them."

"Moreover, several other Conquest Commanders were responsible for attacking the major sects in the northern territories of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty—places like the Great Forest Temple and the Yellow Flower Observatory, these tough sects have already been completely eradicated."

"Only the troops under our lord's command are making slow progress."

The Blood Crow Daoist said leisurely: "The Conquest Commander said, once his main force under his command has completely wiped out the 'Purple Mist Valley', if these vanguard commanders here still can't break into the Fufeng Divine Dynasty's Heavenly Wind Great Plain, then… the lord himself will come personally to take care of it."

The Blood Crow Daoist said coldly: "By then, you generals… will be able to go home and live off your idle stipends."

The Blood Crow Daoist let out a 'keke' laugh, then shot up into the sky, turning into a Blood Light, tearing a huge gap in the commander's tent, and in a flash vanished without a trace.