Chapter 12

Without waiting for Li Yu to answer, a mass of black clouds in mid-air stretched and deformed.

Pop! The black clouds vanished.

A strange eagle with white horns on its head flew out and transformed into a human form in the air, with a pair of black wings on its back and a sinister "Black Mist" demon mark on its face and neck.

In the blink of an eye, the White-Bai Bai Jiaoying Demon landed before Li Yu and Lu Fang.

Lu Fang frowned as he sized up the demon. This White-Bai Bai Jiaoying Demon had transformed into the appearance of a young man, his expression and posture extremely similar to the White-Bai Bai Jiaoying King.

Ying Li's expression was arrogant; his brown eyes ignored Lu Fang's existence entirely, and he looked at Li Yu with a playful, sinister smile:

"I often hear my father and the great demons of my clan say that the flesh of human women is exceptionally tender and delicious, but I don't care for that. If you surrender, I can beg my father to spare your life and let you be my human pet."

This White-Bai Bai Jiaoying Demon was none other than the White-Bai Bai Jiaoying King's youngest son, Ying Li, who had come to the Great Zhou with his father this time to assassinate the human elite.

Unexpectedly, the White-Bai Bai Jiaoying King and the Red-Eyed Wolf King were entangled by two Great Scholars.

Seeing Li Yu and Lu Fang move away from the battlefield, Ying Li, who had been lurking in the shadows because he arrived late, knew his opportunity had come.

Killing the daughter of a Great Scholar was nothing special!

If one could take the daughter of a Great Scholar as a human pet, that would truly be impressive!

"Just by you?"

Li Yu's eyes were sharp; her previous weakness seemed to have been a facade, and Haoran Zhengqi surged out, a posture ready to strike at any moment.

"Hahaha..."

Ying Li looked up and laughed disdainfully, asserting:

"You don't need to put on a brave front; you are definitely injured. Even if you weren't injured, you wouldn't be my match. Humans and demons of the same realm are simply not in the same league."

"You can try," Li Yu said coldly.

The scene fell silent.

Suddenly, both sides moved at once. Haoran Zhengqi and demon energy surged from Li Yu and Ying Li, the violent wind formed by the two blowing sand and moving stones, and the trees in the forest were uprooted.

At this moment, lightning and thunder exploded in the sky from time to time, and the rainstorm grew heavier, making it almost impossible for one to open their eyes.

Lu Fang subconsciously retreated until he was out of the battlefield, only then squinting his eyes to watch the fight.

A shrill cry rang out!

The rain in front of Li Yu stopped abruptly, then transformed into arrows, ten thousand arrows firing simultaneously at the Eagle Demon.

"Well come!"

Ying Li shouted loudly, his body like a balloon, suddenly swelling to over a zhang in height. His human form disappeared, revealing his demon battle form.

Except for the different colors of the down and wings and the lack of a "Demon Wheel," he was exactly the same as the previous White-Bai Bai Jiaoying King.

Facing the ten thousand rain arrows, he flapped his wings violently.

The violent wind, mixed with surging demon energy, swept away the ten thousand rain arrows with irresistible force and continued to roll toward Li Yu with undiminished power.

Hum!

Just as the attack was about to hit Li Yu, a square inkstone rotated out in front of her, easily neutralizing the blow.

"Great Scholar Ink Treasure, Inkstone Suppression!"

Li Yu pointed at the square inkstone. Whoosh! The inkstone transformed into ink light, and amidst the sounds of chanting, it smashed fiercely toward Ying Li.

Bang, bang, bang!

The inkstone was like a wooden hammer, hitting Ying Li three times in a row. With each hit, his expression dimmed a little more.

After the third hit, the "Black Mist" demon mark on Ying Li's face and neck lit up. The demon energy imprisoned by the square inkstone surged out, and without any hesitation, he transformed into the strange eagle with white horns on its head and fled in a panic.

"Hey! With such big talk, I thought you were a much more formidable character."

Lu Fang sneered when he saw this scene.

Snap!

The square inkstone fell to the ground.

Li Yu's body swayed, and unable to stand steadily, she fell backward.

She was indeed injured; if she hadn't carried the Great Scholar ink treasure to scare off Ying Li, she would have undoubtedly lost a war of attrition.

Forcibly unleashing the Great Scholar ink treasure had exhausted the Haoran Zhengqi in her body.

"Scholar Li."

Lu Fang was quick-witted and stepped forward to support the falling Li Yu. At this moment, her face was pale, and she said weakly, "Run quickly..."

"Mysterious Gate Flying Armor!"

He did not ask any questions, picked up Li Yu by the waist, and after the mysterious armor attached to his body, he fled toward the distance with all his might.

He did not know how long he had been running, but the sky was gradually darkening.

Seeing that Ying Li had not pursued, Lu Fang thought he must have been shocked by Li Yu's strength, so he stopped in front of a mountain cave.

With the replenishment of book fragrance, he could still run.

However, Li Yu's forehead in his arms was burning, and even though she had eaten some pills, her consciousness had fallen into a blur.

If they continued to be jolted and rained on, and he did not treat her wounds in time, she would likely suffer aftereffects, or even be in danger of losing her life.

Book fragrance could not be consumed by others, otherwise, if he had given some to Li Yu, he would not be so passive.

Lu Fang broke off some branches with lush leaves and placed them at the cave entrance for cover, then crawled into the pitch-black cave.

The cave entrance was small, but the inside was very spacious, more than enough to accommodate two people.

"Are you cold?"

Lu Fang had intended to place Li Yu on a flat stone, but noticing her shivering in his arms, he simply held her in his embrace.

Haoran Zhengqi surged from his body, treating her wounds while emitting heat to dry their wet clothes.

He was afraid that starting a fire would attract attention, so he could only keep warm this way.

Moreover, even if he wanted to start a fire, it was raining constantly, and he could not find any dry firewood.

Gradually, their clothes dried. As time passed, Lu Fang's Haoran Zhengqi was also running low, and he could only use his body temperature to keep Li Yu from feeling the cold.

Fortunately, Li Yu's state stabilized. She, who had been muttering in her sleep, wrapped around Lu Fang like an octopus, greedily absorbing the warmth from his body.

After a narrow escape from death, once his spirit relaxed, Lu Fang also felt sleepy. He yawned, summoned the Book Spirit Yan Chixia to keep watch, leaned against the cave wall to close his eyes and rest, and unknowingly fell asleep.

"Hey, wake up."

An somewhat illusory voice rang out.

Lu Fang was sleeping soundly when he was pushed twice. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the person in front of him.

"It's raining so hard outside, and you can still sleep so soundly. Get up quickly, the water is boiling, where did you put the dry rations?"

Li Yu glared at Lu Fang reproachfully and turned to add chopped dry firewood into the iron stove in the cabin.

An iron pot was placed on the stove, the water inside bubbling and boiling. Outside the cabin, the rainstorm was pouring, and the small boat was drifting in the wind and rain on the Wujiang River.

"I think I just had a strange dream."

Lu Fang muttered to himself, wanting to recall what had happened in his sleep, but the more he thought, the less he could remember.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say exactly what.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning streaked across the horizon.

Lu Fang ate the dry rations in his hand bite by bite. After drinking half a bowl of hot water, he walked out of the cabin and stared blankly into the distance.

The sky above the Wujiang River and Mount Luojia was covered with black clouds, and the torrential rain fell like a huge curtain.

"Ink Brush Realm!"

Lu Fang was startled. He saw that among the mountains of Mount Luojia, there was a place as black as ink, as if the sky and earth were ink, and a giant brush exuding an ancient aura hung between heaven and earth.

Book people of various colors flashing with spiritual light were frolicking and playing there, their mouths constantly reciting wonderful lines from books.